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“I know it’s hard for you, but do try to act like a civilized human being,” Pitts said, his voice perfectly measured. Knox knew better. Knox could read the exasperation behind his words.
“Bite me, Penhallow.”
Pitts tsked, shaking his head. “You definitely have a biting kink.”
And then – slowly, deliberately - his eyes flicked to Knox.
Knox had the sudden, overwhelming urge to deck his best friend.
had to nab these tags from @ravenvsfox
And people really do try to interact with fandom like consumers! They want « content ». They act like they can get a refund on reading a fic they don’t like. They add fanfics to goddamned goodreads without a second thought without realizing that’s as ridiculous as adding your friend’s dining room as a restaurant on yelp just so you can post a review about it
'Fandom' is a contraction of 'fanatic' and 'kingdom'.
Fanatic, from Latin fanaticus "mad, enthusiastic, inspired by a god."
Fandom is literally the place people go to be enthusiastically crazy about their blorbos! There are no normal people here!
Treating fandom like retail never does good things.
"I didn't comment on a fic I liked because I don't think the author would care or remember my comment anyway". fanfic writer here, I still remember comments I got on my fics from seven years ago. I still think about them and they still make me smile. your kind comments are what motivates us and what helps us keep writing.
I personally know writers who take screenshot and print out comments they got from their readers.
TL;DR comments matter to us writers more than you think. if you like a fanfic, never be shy to let the author know ♡
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And then, suddenly, “No.”
Knox threw him a look over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow. “Pardon?”
“No,” Charlie repeated, pointing a finger at him like he was trying to physically stop whatever the hell was happening in front of him. “You don’ just – just – flawlessly switch to French like that. Like it’s nothing.”
Knox blinked at him, entirely unimpressed. “It is nothing. I grew up speaking multiple languages, Blackthorn. By the Angel, there’s a branch of the Carstairs family tree that comes from Sanghai.”
Charlie physically jolted. Pitts tried to swallow a chuckle. Charlie rounded at him instead.
“What are you laughing at?”
Pitts shrugged, feigning innocence. “Nothing.
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The creature lunged.
If Todd wasn’t petrified he’d be impressed. It was an almost elegant move. The distant it managed to cover with a simple jump landed it nearly on top of him. Todd had maybe half a second to process that he was going to die, before someone yanked him out of the way, hard. A hand gripped the collar of his shirt jerking him out of balance. A whoosh of the air hit him straight on the face as he was forced out of the creature’s trajectory.
Todd let a small yelp, as a figure jumped in front of him, cradling a long sword. The figure twirled around; the weapon expertly gripped in their hand. All Todd saw was the flash of silver.
And then an explosion of black, thick gooey substance. The stench of burning, rotting flesh filled his nostrils, and Todd’s stomach lurched. He stumbled, back hitting against a wall, as something hot splattered on his arm. Todd yelped again, glancing down where the black goo burned through the sleeve of his shirt.
“We should stop meeting like this.”
It was supposed to be a joke. Something to break Todd out of his terrified state. It didn’t really work. Todd looked up, eyes locking with the man’s standing in front of him. And then his stomach kicked, and Todd almost went down with it.
He knew this man.
He had been there the other night.
He remembered his name.
Neil.
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Pitts fell back against the bed, a long exhale pushing out of his lungs. “You seriously need to get laid.”
Knox chose to not dignify that with an answer.
Pitts’ eyes flicked to his wristwatch. Ten more minutes until the portal zapped out of existence. Something kicked in his stomach. Pitts ignored it.
“Seriously,” he started again, craning his neck toward Knox. “I think we need to find you someone to drag you away from these books.”
Knox sighed, like Pitts was giving him a headache. “This is research, actually. And there’s nothing wrong with reading. In fact it’s a perfectly acceptable free-time activity.”
“I know what this is,” Pitts murmured. He noticed the moment Knox’s finger curled around the spine of the book. “You are still hang up on–”
“Do not finish that sentence.”
“- Chris.”
“Oh,” Knox blinked, his face heating up slightly. “No,” he muttered, gaze flicking back to the book in his lap. “No, I’m over that, actually.”
“Ah, so it is Blackthorn, then,” Pitts said, a smirk curling in his lips.
