An interesting request...
Hi guys. I've been mulling over this for awhile. People who don't care too much about my personal life go ahead and skip over this~ it's a kinda-long post that needs to be fully read to be understood. >.<
Firstly, please read this (it's graphic, but a pretty good gauge of writing style):
Something grabbed his ankle and he looked over to see the squad voxman crawling towards him, rolling his eyes into his head as writhing shiny black worms burrowed themselves under his skin and slithered their way into his brain. He couldn’t see the last bit, but he knew that was what was happening. He’d fought Tyranid before and encountered the horrors of their living ammunition. He grimaced and took aim with his lasgun, and a short flash of red light later the grip on his ankle went limp.
The average lifespan of a guardsman on the field of battle was sixteen hours; Logan was used to seeing comrades die. He looked around without moving his head, trying to find who else survived the last attack. His eyes fell on Moriarty, the squad demolitions. He was just wondering if he could make his way to the fallen soldier’s grenade launcher when he saw him blink. They made eye contact and Moriarty began slowly moving his hand to the back of his belt.
Chancing a glance under the arm of his human-cover he saw a Tyranid Warrior appear from the crowd, easily recognizable as being the only one in sight that walked on two legs. His eyes glued on the monster as it drew nearer, lips peeled back to reveal dagger sized teeth. It snarled and the unit of gaunts surged forward.
Now next, please read this:
Inquisitor Aracio stood quietly before the holograms of the planet rotating before him, occasionally tracing a long finger along a mountain range or crater and muttering to himself. The room was silent save for the thrum of keystrokes from the servitor standing behind him, recording his every motion on the inexhaustible roll of scrolls stored within his metal chassis.
Aracio was used to his new shadow by now. It was assigned to him after “repeated use of questionable methods to achieve objectives,” and now followed him everywhere he went, empty eyes staring blankly ahead. To say Aracio enjoyed the attention would be a misinterpretation, but after the last incident involving the death of billions on a hive world the Inquisition had been keeping a closer eye on him. Aracio didn’t mind, he grew up dodging bureaucracy’s red tape to meet the goals set before him; the only difference now was that he could very well lose his life along with his position.
It never fazed him. He’d already given his life to the Imperium, to mankind - it no longer belonged to him. The day he stopped working for the good of the imperium was the day it discarded him as a tool.
These are two excerpts from a fanfiction my boyfriend wrote for a certain fandom of his. I needed to show you two excerpts so you could see his range of writing-- action to contemplative. His style, descriptive.
Now, the reason why I'm sharing this is not to show him off but because as someone who betas his fics... and well, as his girlfriend, he's been interested in reading my fanfiction/stories for awhile now. Problem. I'm a bit... well, intimidated by what my writing has to offer in comparison to his.
We talk about story-writing methods quite frequently and he's interested in how my stories run since they're so character-based and dialogue driven. He likes to write action and romance and goes to me for advice for the latter sometimes. Lately, he's been asking me to let him read a story of mine. Which is completely understandable-- I mean, I get to read a lot of his fiction pieces despite my not sharing those fandoms he's in, and I've yet to offer up a story I wrote for him to read.
There was a point a month or so ago when I was (spoiler alert) working on a Mao/certain-Arashi-member fic, and "I don't not love you!" final chapter at the same time and he came behind me casually. We've always respected each other's space and privacy so I didn't worry that he was standing behind me. It was only when I looked over my shoulder to see why he was standing there longer than usual I saw that he was trying to read what I was typing. He knew it was a story from the format and the fact it was a Word doc. I felt super embarrassed and covered the screen and I knew he was disappointed because he probably only read a line or two. Then he said a half chuckling, half protesting, "Why not?"
*sigh* Why? Because I don't feel like he'd understand it... my current fandoms are so deeply based on the characters I write them about. Unlike his fandoms where you could read and semi-understand what's going on, my story would probably be boring in comparison because you need to know the characters involved. x_x I found that my fanfics focus on moments in time, situations, events, rather than character-development from the beginning.
But I really do want to share a story with him. I just don't know which.
Which is why I'm turning to you guys for help. Here is my fanfiction list (I don't want to put my ff.net profile writing up because I want to give him more recent writings of mine, which means Mao/Arashi): yoshi09.livejournal.com/8435.html
Please help me! x_x
Firstly, please read this (it's graphic, but a pretty good gauge of writing style):
Something grabbed his ankle and he looked over to see the squad voxman crawling towards him, rolling his eyes into his head as writhing shiny black worms burrowed themselves under his skin and slithered their way into his brain. He couldn’t see the last bit, but he knew that was what was happening. He’d fought Tyranid before and encountered the horrors of their living ammunition. He grimaced and took aim with his lasgun, and a short flash of red light later the grip on his ankle went limp.
The average lifespan of a guardsman on the field of battle was sixteen hours; Logan was used to seeing comrades die. He looked around without moving his head, trying to find who else survived the last attack. His eyes fell on Moriarty, the squad demolitions. He was just wondering if he could make his way to the fallen soldier’s grenade launcher when he saw him blink. They made eye contact and Moriarty began slowly moving his hand to the back of his belt.
Chancing a glance under the arm of his human-cover he saw a Tyranid Warrior appear from the crowd, easily recognizable as being the only one in sight that walked on two legs. His eyes glued on the monster as it drew nearer, lips peeled back to reveal dagger sized teeth. It snarled and the unit of gaunts surged forward.
Now next, please read this:
Inquisitor Aracio stood quietly before the holograms of the planet rotating before him, occasionally tracing a long finger along a mountain range or crater and muttering to himself. The room was silent save for the thrum of keystrokes from the servitor standing behind him, recording his every motion on the inexhaustible roll of scrolls stored within his metal chassis.
Aracio was used to his new shadow by now. It was assigned to him after “repeated use of questionable methods to achieve objectives,” and now followed him everywhere he went, empty eyes staring blankly ahead. To say Aracio enjoyed the attention would be a misinterpretation, but after the last incident involving the death of billions on a hive world the Inquisition had been keeping a closer eye on him. Aracio didn’t mind, he grew up dodging bureaucracy’s red tape to meet the goals set before him; the only difference now was that he could very well lose his life along with his position.
It never fazed him. He’d already given his life to the Imperium, to mankind - it no longer belonged to him. The day he stopped working for the good of the imperium was the day it discarded him as a tool.
These are two excerpts from a fanfiction my boyfriend wrote for a certain fandom of his. I needed to show you two excerpts so you could see his range of writing-- action to contemplative. His style, descriptive.
Now, the reason why I'm sharing this is not to show him off but because as someone who betas his fics... and well, as his girlfriend, he's been interested in reading my fanfiction/stories for awhile now. Problem. I'm a bit... well, intimidated by what my writing has to offer in comparison to his.
We talk about story-writing methods quite frequently and he's interested in how my stories run since they're so character-based and dialogue driven. He likes to write action and romance and goes to me for advice for the latter sometimes. Lately, he's been asking me to let him read a story of mine. Which is completely understandable-- I mean, I get to read a lot of his fiction pieces despite my not sharing those fandoms he's in, and I've yet to offer up a story I wrote for him to read.
There was a point a month or so ago when I was (spoiler alert) working on a Mao/certain-Arashi-member fic, and "I don't not love you!" final chapter at the same time and he came behind me casually. We've always respected each other's space and privacy so I didn't worry that he was standing behind me. It was only when I looked over my shoulder to see why he was standing there longer than usual I saw that he was trying to read what I was typing. He knew it was a story from the format and the fact it was a Word doc. I felt super embarrassed and covered the screen and I knew he was disappointed because he probably only read a line or two. Then he said a half chuckling, half protesting, "Why not?"
*sigh* Why? Because I don't feel like he'd understand it... my current fandoms are so deeply based on the characters I write them about. Unlike his fandoms where you could read and semi-understand what's going on, my story would probably be boring in comparison because you need to know the characters involved. x_x I found that my fanfics focus on moments in time, situations, events, rather than character-development from the beginning.
But I really do want to share a story with him. I just don't know which.
Which is why I'm turning to you guys for help. Here is my fanfiction list (I don't want to put my ff.net profile writing up because I want to give him more recent writings of mine, which means Mao/Arashi): yoshi09.livejournal.com/8435.html
Please help me! x_x