What is like to write several different aus at a time? Your characters from one au to another are so distinct like prep Kylo vs Viking one, but they are still in character!

Hi! Aww thank you so much for the compliment! That’s really high praise when anyone considers my modern AUs to be in character. I worry about that.

It’s not easy at all to juggle them all, honestly. Most of the time I feel like this:

image

When I do really need to switch gears, I have to take days / a week off between fics to shift my POV, and I usually will read some fics in that genre (like a Benarmie fic) or listen to music that reminds me of that AU, and think about those characters. I also don’t force it – if I can’t get into the mood for the fic, even if that’s next on my update rotation, I just don’t work on it. 

Every day I pray to the fic gods to release me from this hell that I’ve made for myself and allow me to return to the land of one (1) fic to update. 

Thanks for asking a question! ❤

kyluxtrashcompactor:

The door slid open at a touch of Hux’s fingers to the control panel, and the question he’d formed for Ren died on his tongue.

There should have been stars hurtling past the viewport, streaks of white and blue on a dark field, but instead, everything was shades of red. Hux’s eyes adjusted slowly, the visual input syncing gradually with comprehension, until he saw the brilliant display outside the viewport for what it was. They were suspended in a nebula, its hydrogen emissions interpreted in the ship’s visual display as crimson and deep purple, strewn with glittering pockets of white-pink light as though the whole tapestry had been punched through at random by some cosmic needle, allowing glimpses to another plane of being.

They were in a birthplace of stars.

–a commission by the lovely and talented @zaera-d who just outdid expectations on this nebula scene from gravity well 

The door slid open at a touch of Hux’s fingers to the control panel, and the question he’d formed for Ren died on his tongue.

There should have been stars hurtling past the viewport, streaks of white and blue on a dark field, but instead, everything was shades of red. Hux’s eyes adjusted slowly, the visual input syncing gradually with comprehension, until he saw the brilliant display outside the viewport for what it was. They were suspended in a nebula, its hydrogen emissions interpreted in the ship’s visual display as crimson and deep purple, strewn with glittering pockets of white-pink light as though the whole tapestry had been punched through at random by some cosmic needle, allowing glimpses to another plane of being.

They were in a birthplace of stars.

–a commission by the lovely and talented @zaera-d who just outdid expectations on this nebula scene from gravity well