Pronoun update! I want to go back to exclusively going by they/them! 🌈💖🐾
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DAMN? chapter 37!!?? I don’t think ive ever had an adrenaline rush from a Fanfiction before. I know everything’s gonna be fiiiinnnee surely but AGH.
For all of our souls, a lighthearted question: What’s some of the funniest/your favorite comments you’ve gotten on the fic so far?
>:3c It is always heartwarming to get genuine reactions out of people with this. Like...slightly feel bad for toying with emotions, but ALSO #worthit
I think all of the comments on Chapter 37 have been a sort of funny highlight (for me) so far lmao but there have been others that super meant
I'm going to refrain from putting any particular comments on blast, but I can tell you some of my favorite things to see in a comment.
First, I love being told that I got an emotional reaction out of people. Whether it's sorrow or joy or apprehension or whatever. People screaming at me in the comments is always a treat and I love seeing the difference between the softer/fluffier chapters and the heart-wrenching/angsty chapters.
Second, when people pick out quotes/lines, because most of the time they're bits of writing that I was really proud of and it just makes me happy that other people enjoy it ^-^
Third, THEORY COMMENTS!! I love when people guess at what's going to happen next, but it's also torture because it's so hard to respond in a way that doesn't give things away but also doesn't discourage theorizing.
Fourth, comments about characterization. It's super reassuring to hear that certain characters/moments felt good/right (ie I've gotten several about Charlie being age-accurate and that always makes me feel good).
Finally, just comments about liking the fic in general? I adore all the chapter specific ones too, but there is something super sweet of just a general "I love this fic for x reasons".
I do love and cherish ALL of the comments I get on the fic. The amount of them that I've gotten has been super amazing and I get all emotional when I go through my AO3 inbox. Even if I never replied to your comment, I promise I have read each and every one of them and they are all appreciated. There hasn't been a single negative thing said on the fic and I think that just says a lot that I don't have to sit and filter through comments and stuff. I was nervous about this being rated 'M' while being a pretty out there AU and the engagement I've gotten has completely blown me out of the water. So, y'know, thank you to everyone who's supported the fic so far <3
Anyway I'll get off my emotional rant soapbox and get back to pacing out what happens next so I don't leave y'all on the cliffhanger forever XD
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If the world were truly a bad place the sea would not crash against the shore in such a mesmerizing display of untamable power and indescribable beauty
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writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.
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today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.
when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.
i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.
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forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.
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