Hi. _o/ Came to check your blog out to see if you're still around, and was really happy to find out the answer was yes. Perhaps strangely still think a lot about the way our paths crossed with The Fic, but since I haven't really gotten around to the others you wrote yet - my heart's not been quite ready for the job - I'm perpetually worried I'll somehow be too late when I do.
So. Came to tell you that: I still intend to, I'm happy that you're here, and for whatever it's worth, even though I don't know you I think about the stories you've told me thus far a lot - and the other stories those told on the side, all the parallels and invisible possibilities that are so close but still invisible and hard to grasp. None of it seems to leave me, and when I say I still think about them a lot, I mean like... several times a week a lot.
Saw your recent tags too and I really hope things take an upwards turn soon. Don't know who the fuck I am even, but whatever it is that's hard right now, I care and wish you the best.
Hi! It feels almost unreal sometimes that a story I wrote in a moment of such private intensity could find its way into someone else’s life so deeply, and that you would still be carrying it around with you. It’s strange in the best way, like a secret thread tying us together, even though we’ve never met and might never, except here.
I think a lot too about the fact that our paths crossed because of >>that<< fic. How sometimes a single story can become a whole space, a shared place that you can both keep coming back to, even if it hurts. Maybe especially if it hurts. The way you describe the "other stories those told on the side, all the parallels and invisible possibilities", that’s exactly how it feels to me too. Like there’s this whole unfinished territory around them that neither of us will ever completely map out, but somehow we still know it’s there, waiting. Although, honestly, my other stories disappoint me a lot but I want to leave them there because they are also their own worlds, their own universes.
I still want to read your stories too, truly. It means so much to me that you’d want to share them. My mind and heart just haven’t been in the right state lately to take in much. I don’t want to overwhelm you with everything I’m dealing with, but please know that your words (especially your last ones) were such a comfort. I read them several times actually. They stayed with me, in that quiet way certain things do when you know they’re genuine. I've been feeling so horribly sensitive lately, I feel like I could break at any moment, but someone caring about me... Shit, it's embarrassing to say this but it feels warm for once.
And honestly, whoever the fuck you are (to echo your words, because they made me smile), you feel like someone special in my life too. Someone whose presence is proof that stories can create real connections, even across all the distance and anonymity of the internet.
Thank you for reaching out again, for thinking of me, and for carrying the story with you all this time. It means more to me than I can say. I hope you also know I’m wishing you the best in whatever your own hard moments look like.
If and when your heart is ready for the others, I’ll be here. And if it never is, that’s okay too.!
Prompt: something from the past resurfacing at the worst moment, and/or getting drenched in the rain.
HIII. This is such an interesting prompt?? and honestly right up my alley! I usually write about pretty familiar or recurring themes in fics, so this will be a refreshing challenge for me! I love the idea of something from the past resurfacing at the worst moment (and rain is always such a good dramatic touch). I’ll definitely try crafting something with it and post it on AO3 once it’s ready. Really appreciate the inspiration! ❤️
Is Dead Dove a trope enough for this? A fic that goes above and beyond in not excusing itself for what it is, and digs its teeth DEEP into things which make most people wince and look away.
Hmm C+ only because I require more information! I love misery & suffering but I feel like dd:dne has too much variation in what an author considers dead dove to say I'd definitely or definitely not read a fic based on that tag alone. Could go either way!
