Me, like a Fool: “Alright, I’ve ventured pretty far north now, it’s about time to turn back. Though I wonder how close to the map border I went?”
-Checks map-
-Very southern ends of the red bamboo fields-
-Not even a third of the map northwards-
Me, realizing the actual size of the map and how I’m gonna have to actually venture out instead of bringing everything home with stupidly long conveyor belts: “... Alright, I need to step away from the computer for a while...”
people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’
I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head
There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know
You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed
You fascinate me so
getting misgendered by adults but universally correctly gendered by children makes me feel like some sort of fairy creature thats true form is only perceptible to children