kindafooey:

And here’s my contribution for the second day of @ficwritersweek! The theme seems to be sources of inspiration, so here we go~

In fact, my very first drabble that later became Chains was inspired by a certain Billford sketch after the first teaser for TBtF had been released and people were losing their minds over the penthouse scene screenshot that, well, admittedly had some lowkey kinky connotations. Unfortunately the pic seems to be no longer available on Tumblr, so I can’t link it. As for my contribution to the pic, uhhh let’s just call it a coffee and whiskey-induced leap of faith into the world of fanfic at 5 in the morning. ‘‘‘XD I do feel an appropriate amount of shame, but I regret nothing. The rest of the fic was largely inspired by All Is Well (It’s Only Blood) by Radical Face.

The Helios trilogy is an interesting creature in this regard. Here, too, the first part was a drabble inspired by a dream I had while napping. The Fall of Icarus took its form a bit differently: I wasn’t planning to take the scenario introduced in The North Wind and The Sun anywhere, but eventually decided to see where it would go due to a popular demand. So I went around blogs looking for ideas, prompts, and random thoughts people had on the penthouse scene, and combined them into a shamelessly indulgent smut fic. I think TFoI is the closest to a kink meme fic I’ve ever done? Anyway, I wrapped the story up with Helios, because I felt like it was necessary to further demonstrate just how terrible and final Ford’s decision at the end of Icarus was. The whole trilogy is more or less an allegory of an addict’s relapse.
FOO’S SMUT FICS AIN’T FUN AND GAMES.

Then there’s uhhhh well. The Messenger Who Shot Himself is pretty much a philosophical brainchild of my own. A Marionette’s Bliss was partially inspired by @dieslaudata and @flo-nelja‘s wonderful fics. Monsters From The Other Side wouldn’t be a thing that exists without @rustedqueen, who was kind enough to share an intriguing quote with me which then inspired the fic. Judgment Call was my contribution for a Secret Santa event held by the Billford Discord chat. My involvement in Debt started more or less as a joke but eventually became something more creative, but I got a lot of ideas for the premises of my installments from my co-authors. For Science was inspired by a random archaeology-related post by @perlumi-delirium, and Symbioses was written for @wolfmoonjournal, sparked by our shared love for dogs.

Last of all, Blood Chains. I’ll start with @reddobastard, the founding father of this story, a regularly contributing artist and a spiritual co-author up until Chapter 12. None of the over 100 000 words would exist without him. He’s also to blame for some of the most effective scenes especially at the beginning of the story. From Chapter 13 onward, @taghashromer has been an insanely big help as my idea bouncer and beta reader (he’s participated in the actual writing with a couple of scenes, too!). Furthermore, from the very beginning and in an increasing extent later on, Blood Chains has always been something of a community project where the audience is closely involved in the creative process: @creepichan, @michirucipher, @wolfmoonjournal and a bunch of others I can’t bring to mind right now (let me know if you recognize your participation and want to be tagged!) have directly influenced the story with their feedback, sometimes to a significant extent. Thank you so much, everybody – the story wouldn’t be the massive thing it’s become without you. ♡♡♡

Oh, also! Each arc of Blood Chains has something of an inspirational, atmospheric theme song, all of them by none other than my boy Radical Face. For Arc I, there’s Black Eyes. For Arc II, there’s Rivers In The Dust. For Arc III, well, that will be revealed when we get there! It’s a bit spoilery, so we’ll leave it as a surprise for later. :>

Welp, this has been a long post! What I wanted to say is… something something escalation of inspiration, cycle of culture, contributive butterfly effect, no creator is an island, and so on. Uhm. Again, thank you, all of you. ;v;

flo-nelja:

Ooh, I have already thought about this one, and I’m thinking about the Halewyn story. Because I love this story, it’s so creepy.

So, Bill is a fairy that sings in the forest (I guess it’s human!Bill for plot reasons), and naive!prince!Ford hears him and falls madly in love and follows him (he was soooo interested in the idea of fairies even before, from reading books). They ride for days and Bill tells him lots of things about fairies and the world in general and they play lovebirds.Then Bill shows him his gallows of humans he has previously killed, but as he likes Ford, he tells him that he will let him choose the way he will die. Ford asks to be beheaded, but Bill must remove his shirt (plot reasons) so that he doesn’t get too bloody. And as Bill does, Ford takes his own sword that his brother gave him to protect his honor and beheads Bill (plot reasons, he needs a head).

The head keeps singing, though, and asking Ford to then gut his head and die with him. And Ford doesn’t; he just takes the head with him, and flees, and gets back in his castle. Ans as everyone calls this end a triumph, he pulls Bill’s head out of his bag, puts it on the banquet table, and says: he’s my husband, you should serve him.