sixteen tons [1/1]

[baticeer]

he’ll be stuck down in this hellhole til his lungs turn to black. [byron, roark, multiple ocs]
pokemon; drama; pg13; 2200 words

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if you heard someone screaming in the distance, don't worry, that was just me

[neutralize]

... okay, before I launch into a GIANT fangasm, let me sincerely apologize for how seriously disorganized my prompt thing was-- it was my first time in a fic exchange, could you tell |':

Having said that:

/FANGIRLS FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND KRDHGKDJHGK

oh my god, you did Byron, FUCKING BYRON, dhgkjdsghsjdkhgfkjg!! MAN, WHERE DO I EVEN WANT TO BEGIN. JUST... AAAAAAAHXFKDFKGDFGHJK

God, I felt so sorry for Byron in here-- this was without a doubt a very interesting take on his character, and why he's the hardass he is today! I simply adored the dialect in here; honestly, utilizing that made so much more of an impact in the story, because it really exemplifies all of what Byron knows to be his world. And goddamn, I am never looking at Oreburgh City in the same way ever again. ;A;

Some of my favorites for me to fangasm over:

It’s tough, grueling work, but someone’s gotta do it.

(Byron just wishes, in hindsight, that he wasn’t that someone.)

Just... wow. That line alone-- if that was the only line to describe Byron's feelings about his life in the entire fic, it would be more than enough to underscore just how much he hates it. Separating the parenthesed (is that even right? I don't know, I am too consumed with joy to even care) line made it all the more insightful, and god knows how much I love lines like these ones!

As they leave Byron looks back at their empty house, with the gaping windows and sagging porch, siding stained black with soot, and thinks that he ought to be depressed. He grew up here, after all. It’s his home, and now he’s leaving it behind. (But truth be told, he can’t think of many happy memories.)

Again, awesome way to convey his feelings for Oreburgh and everything that's happened to him. It shows that he should be sad he's leaving, should be, but he can't, and he's honestly too jaded at this point to even care. The last two lines were pretty powerful too (jdkskdsjg BYRON YOU REALLY DO CARE, you lovable bastard, you! ;3;) and my favorite stanza of the song was probably the fourth one. Fucking. Awesome.

SO TL;DR: I LOVE THIS FIC AND I LOVE YOU, LIKE, A LOT (you probably knew that already!). Thank you so much for writing this-- I absolutely ADORED IT! <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

also adding you-- make sure you drop by on wordsnatcher once in a while, won't you? /clings to, forever

Re: if you heard someone screaming in the distance, don't worry, that was just me

[baticeer]

lol, your prompt was fine
i feel bad for the girl who got mine - i gave her no room for creativity. OTL

let me just say that i am so glad you enjoyed this fic, because i legit wrote most of it in a day D;
i was all like "oh hey, i'll get it done the weekend before the deadline" and then, lo and behold, i got violently ill and couldn't function at all
and then i had like a shit ton of homework the next few days
thanks a bunch, universe & AP classes

I am never looking at Oreburgh City in the same way ever again
ahaha omg
i love making pokemon all DARK AND SRS BIZNESS
it's my fav. hobby |D

my favorite stanza of the song was probably the fourth one. Fucking. Awesome.
oh hell yes
sixteen tons is the most fabulous song - as soon as i heard it i was like "i need to write byron!fic based on this". oh me, relating pokemon to everything

so anyways, THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS BB
now i am incredibly relieved and am able to concentrate fully on reading about the protestant reformation or w/e i have to do tonight