Jalpena
So Merry of kaneresidence just suggested I join almighthat and kittydesade's ridiculously long fic. (Starring Griffin and Rose of hats_head and co-starring sebastian_kane and the ladies at 73littlesurrey.) She was under the impression I could help. Help Griffin, that is.
Okay, so there are a couple of flaws in this master plan.
I am a turn-of-the-current-century Californian Mary Sue. Puella Moderna all the way, with the computer and the email and the reality warping... and hell, my fandom is a realistic, down-to-earth show with magic powers and flying robots. The story? It takes place in 1898. (Probably 1899 as well.) I am not a Victorian girl. I'm not even a Victorian Mary Sue. And I really do have more respect for a period story than that. They've been doing really well staying in-era. I'd just bungle it all up.
Another thing? I think Griffin's been getting along with me because I'm not trying to do anything. He doesn't want help. And so I don't help. I may be a big fat MS, but at least I can do what people ask me to do. Or not do what they ask me not to do. He's not ready for help, or willing to accept it-- or comfortable, entirely, with the people available to provide it. He's so scared. He doesn't... work well... fuction well, I guess, when there are just a few people who are close to him. People around him he can handle, but people getting to know him... he's really used to people backing off as soon as they decide he's an asshole. Which happens, frankly, a lot. He's also tremendously bothered by the fact that everyone around him can see him.
You can't help someone who's not willing to be helped.
And I'm not... prepared to do more than help out on a meta-level.
Sorry.
Okay, so there are a couple of flaws in this master plan.
I am a turn-of-the-current-century Californian Mary Sue. Puella Moderna all the way, with the computer and the email and the reality warping... and hell, my fandom is a realistic, down-to-earth show with magic powers and flying robots. The story? It takes place in 1898. (Probably 1899 as well.) I am not a Victorian girl. I'm not even a Victorian Mary Sue. And I really do have more respect for a period story than that. They've been doing really well staying in-era. I'd just bungle it all up.
Another thing? I think Griffin's been getting along with me because I'm not trying to do anything. He doesn't want help. And so I don't help. I may be a big fat MS, but at least I can do what people ask me to do. Or not do what they ask me not to do. He's not ready for help, or willing to accept it-- or comfortable, entirely, with the people available to provide it. He's so scared. He doesn't... work well... fuction well, I guess, when there are just a few people who are close to him. People around him he can handle, but people getting to know him... he's really used to people backing off as soon as they decide he's an asshole. Which happens, frankly, a lot. He's also tremendously bothered by the fact that everyone around him can see him.
You can't help someone who's not willing to be helped.
And I'm not... prepared to do more than help out on a meta-level.
Sorry.