Even anon I can spot your comments from the first line somehow ;) (This does not excuse me from replying to them the following *month*, sorry -_-)
Everyone Is A Huevón! And everything is back to ending in either 'po' or 'cachai' again, I'd missed writing those little quirks, they are crazy fun ^^
Oh my god yes I have been looking forward to Richelieu in his ultimate triumph striding from the villa and walking right into Anne's bitch face for a *very long time*. Bizarrely, two of my very favourite things to write in this ENTIRE STUPIDLY LONG FIC have been that and the moment in the +1 piece where Aramis and Richelieu both realise that the other knows everything - and then they just stand there for a long second because neither knows wtf to do. I am easily amused ;)
Given that I always did write this as a response to disability and chronic illness, I never intended to make them all 'better' at the end, because what that means is quite complicated. I wanted them to be well enough to enjoy their lives, bless them, without negating the reality of living with a long-term health condition. Right now that's about the only thing I hope for myself ^^; Also they do need *something* to make them not break the planet through sheer irresponsibility with their powers omg yes.
But I was also *so* glad to get the girls back! \o/ And now Constance and d'Artagnan get to embark on a fiery, explosion-inducing love affair \o/ oh god what have i done \o/
I hope you've been well too honey, I owe you an email again, but thank you for all my most recent creepy bits of folklore <3 Note how I David Lynch'd past the reincarnation-but-maybe-not thing, ahem. *gazes enigmatically into the distance* Take care of yourself honey, and hopefully I'll have the chance to reply soon, my arms are in short supply these days ^^; But thank you for reading a really very very stupidly very long fic, thank you! <3
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Everyone Is A Huevón! And everything is back to ending in either 'po' or 'cachai' again, I'd missed writing those little quirks, they are crazy fun ^^
Oh my god yes I have been looking forward to Richelieu in his ultimate triumph striding from the villa and walking right into Anne's bitch face for a *very long time*. Bizarrely, two of my very favourite things to write in this ENTIRE STUPIDLY LONG FIC have been that and the moment in the +1 piece where Aramis and Richelieu both realise that the other knows everything - and then they just stand there for a long second because neither knows wtf to do. I am easily amused ;)
Given that I always did write this as a response to disability and chronic illness, I never intended to make them all 'better' at the end, because what that means is quite complicated. I wanted them to be well enough to enjoy their lives, bless them, without negating the reality of living with a long-term health condition. Right now that's about the only thing I hope for myself ^^; Also they do need *something* to make them not break the planet through sheer irresponsibility with their powers omg yes.
But I was also *so* glad to get the girls back! \o/ And now Constance and d'Artagnan get to embark on a fiery, explosion-inducing love affair \o/ oh god what have i done \o/
I hope you've been well too honey, I owe you an email again, but thank you for all my most recent creepy bits of folklore <3 Note how I David Lynch'd past the reincarnation-but-maybe-not thing, ahem. *gazes enigmatically into the distance* Take care of yourself honey, and hopefully I'll have the chance to reply soon, my arms are in short supply these days ^^; But thank you for reading a really very very stupidly very long fic, thank you! <3