But today we have its close contender, the note asking me to specify exactly which of my fics have Erik as the penetrative partner (so she can read those) and which have Charles as the penetrative partner (because she has a “serious problem” with those).
I’m not answering it.
I get that people have preferences and fantasies, and I’m not knocking those. However, if your lone interest in reading something is “which asshole?”, and you feel like you’re entitled to demand that I specify assholes for your reading pleasure, I cannot help you, on any level.
Also, if you are that hung up on one partner always being penetrated, never penetrating, I would like to introduce you to this exciting genre called “het” that might suit your needs.
Oh my God WHAT EVEN. Noooooo.
Do you remember the person who left the comment that read, and I am quoting:
"trigger warning for bottom/erik!,jesus."
I don’t even remember who got that comment, but maybe that person should hook up with your commenter and warn each other for bottom/erik!,jesus.
Writers are usually pretty keen for feedback, to the point that we tend to say “Any comment is a good comment! We just want to know someone’s reading!” And I don’t want to spoil it for other people who really do feel that way. But for me, at this point, no. Any comment is not a good comment. I haven’t finished anything in a while, and the last story I did finish, I saved as a draft on AO3 months ago and never published it. Because if it gets no response I’ll feel bad, and if it gets “Write more!” comments I’ll feel bad, and if it gets kudos and all nice comments, that would be pleasant… but the odds are really against it. It seems like there’s always at least one “Write more!” these days, and I know people mean it as a compliment, but in a year when I’ve barely been able to write at all, I don’t want to hear the implicit ‘This isn’t enough, write more of it!’
If you don’t make fanworks, take whatever hobby you do just for the enjoyment of it: cooking, running, knitting, breeding show ponies, whatever. Now imagine doing that thing and sharing it with other people. What do you want to hear? What don’t you want to hear?
You serve them the food you made, they eat it all and say “Don’t stop there! Where’s the rest? More!” You tell an acquaintance about your last charity half-marathon time and they say “That’s not bad, but it could be a lot better. I know you don’t know me that well, and I don’t run myself, but I’ve watched a lot of races, so let me constructively critique your training regime.” You tell them you knitted your scarf yourself, and they say, “You’re a really good knitter, I hope your next scarf is in a color I like better.” You show your pony, and an onlooker says, “This pony is a good start, but it would be a lot better if it was taller and stronger and faster with longer legs, you know, more like a horse. Basically, instead of ponies you should breed horses.”
It’s well within people’s rights to have any (polite) reaction, including any of the above. And some hobbyists might really want to hear it all. They’re happy to make more food, they’re looking for running tips, they don’t care if other people aren’t into the color of their scarf, they don’t mind explaining why they would rather breed ponies than horses. Or they’re just good at taking the complimentary part to heart, and letting the rest roll of their backs. I’m not speaking for all hobbyists or all writers here, just myself. For me, all the above comes off as thoughtlessly discouraging, and these days, it’s hard enough for me to find any enjoyment in anything, without also navigating responses that aren’t meant unkindly, but still have the effect of booting me while I’m down.
Soliciting Halloween prompts!
Halloween is a week and a half away. I’m hoping that with the help of some spooky prompts, I’ll write at least one X-Men and/or Night Vale short for the occasion.
Possibly I’ll try to answer some with 100-word drabbles, or ficlets, or who knows. Suggest things and we’ll see!
Feeling smothered under the weight of my zillion X-Men WIPs, but I also want to try to write, so…
Taking Carlos/Cecil prompts. Askbox.
I have so much more of Dog & Tiger in my head than what I got down, even more than most stuff, since my depression got worse and my productivity started to bottom out not long after I started writing it. :(
Anyway! Charles & Erik initially meet in 2000, when Charles is 6 and Erik is 13.
Era-appropriate song from 2000 that fits The Gate Bell pretty well, not exactly in lyrics but in title and vibe.
This is a good one for wee!Charles.
Where did you go? Did I make you leave?
Another thing I didn’t know
Nobody ever believes. They just leave, they just leave
And they’ll see you in their own sweet time
They just leave
In canon and in this AU, Charles and Erik both lose their parents in one way or another early in life, and this is a song about mourning and absurdity and… yeah.
(Booo, the only video I can find of the studio version of this song has a horrible video. Please don’t watch it, ugh ugh, just open the song in a tab and let it play.)
And then while I’m at it, these two songs are for Erik meeting Charles again in 2010, when he’s 23 and Charles is 16.
So when you look at me
I wonder who you see
Who I am to you
Take a trip under the ground
And take a little look around
Baby, don’t you know
People come and go
Just like the rainbow
Your ears are full but you’re empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really
Care how you are
So give me coffee and TV, easily
I’ve seen so much I’m going blind
And I’m brain dead, virtually
Sociability is hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start over again