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So, while writing, I've run across some issues that need to be addressed.
Dear Murdoc,
You know, usually I have issues making bad guys seem good, but I can usually get around it because the Tsviets the characters I usually write have their own little world and moral code to go by. You? You don't have a fucking moral code, so it's really hard to write you. Especially when I'm trying to make you seem like a decent-ish man. That's fucking impossible, but I'm trying my best with you. Please cooperate so that I can make that epic MurdocxNoodle fic I always wanted.
Sincerely,
~ A.H.
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Dear Rosso,
I've always enjoyed writing you in AU, but I always thought that was just, you know, the fact that it's you in AU. No, Rosso, my dear. I just enjoy writing you. Immensely. I mean, you're beyond creepy. But I'm having fun with your creepy, especially in this little side project.
My one request is to ask you to please stop stealing the show away from Weiss in Follow Me. I know I have you two placed at very similar levels of ambition, to the point where you would both do the same thing for fame. I also know that it's not going to be until much later when you and Weiss diverge from each other in terms of how to go about garnering fame. But I'm asking you, please, stop stealing his thunder, his ideas, and his awesome lines. You are a side character in this. Please act like one.
Love you,
~ A.H.
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Dear Weiss,
You. Creepy. Man. I mean, I'm happy that I got to work your little cackle into that, but oh my God.
Love you so hard right now,
~ A.H.
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Dear Shelke,
Sweetie, you need to give me some kind of start here. I know it's my fault for taking on that really weird prompt, but if it wasn't so plausible, I wouldn't have done it.
Thanks for being so helpful in Follow Me. Though I'm wondering just how far up his ass Weiss' head is stuck for him to not have noticed this.
ilu,
~ A.H.
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Dear Nero,
Apparently I told Bri that I was turning you into Michael Bell on Christmas Day. I don't know what that was about either, sweetie.
On a side note, fucking AY, I think readingchick just showed me your illegitimate child. (Darling, who was the mother?!?)
Love,
~ A.H.
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Dear Angeal,
... Open your fucking mouth. The rest of this story can't go on until you do. The sooner you open it, the sooner we can get this over with and I can leave you alone until I make you do something nicer. Look, I'm sorry if you don't like the subject matter. Do you think Nero or Weiss liked me when I was weird and shipped them? Do you think Argent likes her positions in My Life is Average and Roommates? No, I really doubt they do. Now shut up and open your mouth.
No love until you quit it,
~ A.H.
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In other news, I've been playing Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days, FFXII Revenant Wings, and Pokemon Soul Silver lately. I'm still not sure about ficcing Weiss into the Pokemon world. All Bri and I can do is think about how hilarious that would be. Six-foot-two Weiss alongside a bunch of under-twelves. Poor guy. X3 Then again, he'd probably be a bitchin Gym Leader and Shelke would be the one winning badges and stuff. ... Why the hell haven't I written this yet?
Dear Murdoc,
You know, usually I have issues making bad guys seem good, but I can usually get around it because the Tsviets the characters I usually write have their own little world and moral code to go by. You? You don't have a fucking moral code, so it's really hard to write you. Especially when I'm trying to make you seem like a decent-ish man. That's fucking impossible, but I'm trying my best with you. Please cooperate so that I can make that epic MurdocxNoodle fic I always wanted.
Sincerely,
~ A.H.
---
Dear Rosso,
I've always enjoyed writing you in AU, but I always thought that was just, you know, the fact that it's you in AU. No, Rosso, my dear. I just enjoy writing you. Immensely. I mean, you're beyond creepy. But I'm having fun with your creepy, especially in this little side project.
My one request is to ask you to please stop stealing the show away from Weiss in Follow Me. I know I have you two placed at very similar levels of ambition, to the point where you would both do the same thing for fame. I also know that it's not going to be until much later when you and Weiss diverge from each other in terms of how to go about garnering fame. But I'm asking you, please, stop stealing his thunder, his ideas, and his awesome lines. You are a side character in this. Please act like one.
Love you,
~ A.H.
---
Dear Weiss,
You. Creepy. Man. I mean, I'm happy that I got to work your little cackle into that, but oh my God.
Love you so hard right now,
~ A.H.
---
Dear Shelke,
Sweetie, you need to give me some kind of start here. I know it's my fault for taking on that really weird prompt, but if it wasn't so plausible, I wouldn't have done it.
Thanks for being so helpful in Follow Me. Though I'm wondering just how far up his ass Weiss' head is stuck for him to not have noticed this.
ilu,
~ A.H.
---
Dear Nero,
Apparently I told Bri that I was turning you into Michael Bell on Christmas Day. I don't know what that was about either, sweetie.
On a side note, fucking AY, I think readingchick just showed me your illegitimate child. (Darling, who was the mother?!?)
Love,
~ A.H.
---
Dear Angeal,
... Open your fucking mouth. The rest of this story can't go on until you do. The sooner you open it, the sooner we can get this over with and I can leave you alone until I make you do something nicer. Look, I'm sorry if you don't like the subject matter. Do you think Nero or Weiss liked me when I was weird and shipped them? Do you think Argent likes her positions in My Life is Average and Roommates? No, I really doubt they do. Now shut up and open your mouth.
No love until you quit it,
~ A.H.
---
In other news, I've been playing Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days, FFXII Revenant Wings, and Pokemon Soul Silver lately. I'm still not sure about ficcing Weiss into the Pokemon world. All Bri and I can do is think about how hilarious that would be. Six-foot-two Weiss alongside a bunch of under-twelves. Poor guy. X3 Then again, he'd probably be a bitchin Gym Leader and Shelke would be the one winning badges and stuff. ... Why the hell haven't I written this yet?