I Mean, I Guess I'll Share The Fic I Just Wrote Because I Needed To Write Some Suguru And Nobara Interactions.

I mean, I guess I'll share the fic I just wrote because I needed to write some Suguru and Nobara interactions. 😆

I'm telling you, they would be get along so well and at the same time be the worst to each other.

i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate when a monster is loved and that love turns them human I HATE IT I HATE IT SO MUCH. tell that thing that goes bump in the night that you love the way its fangs glimmer in the moonlight and the way its horrible gnarled claws are so gentle with you or GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!

Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

He is sooooo baby…HE IS MY BABY BOY

There are a lot of posts going around urging readers to comment/like/leave kudos on fics. And that's great. If you're game for doing that, awesome. I love getting a comment or seeing someone liked/kudoed my work. Huge ego boost.

But also, you don't, like, HAVE to do that. I for one adore all the "quiet" readers just as much as the unhinged (affectionate) commenters. Heck, most of us don't go around messaging or even leaving lengthy reviews on the traditionally published books and stories we read. I don't expect readers to automatically have a different relationship with my work because I've posted it online instead. Reading can be private and self-indulgent, in the best ways.

What I think is more important than leaving a kudo or comment or like, to be honest, is sharing the work. If you like something, tell a friend. Show it to your followers. Recommend it to a coworker*. One of the highest compliments a writer, or artist of any kind, can recieve is "I loved this so much I couldn't keep it to myself." This melts my heart. Those "breached containment" moments when it's clear a sudden uptick in readers means someone, somewhere, passed my work along is fun and joyous. I love it.

Even if you never confess to me, said writer, you passed it along, I'll still appreciate it. I'll channel those good vibes from afar, and say thank you.

*and if don't want leave any trace you ever found what I wrote to be known to the general public in any capacity, I am big time fine with that too.