The Dread Wolf Rises

The Dread Wolf Rises

Me and my boyfriend have a fridge magnet with a an adorably twee saccharine vintage illustration of a little kitten with a bow around its neck, surrounded by butterflies, and the text "what a fucked up time to be alive", and every so often whenever we start talking about the various ways of how the world has been going to shit, one of us can just say "don't make me tap the sign", and we both know we're referring to the fridge magnet.

Veiltober day 8! Neve

I tried to capture that noir vibe

Maybe it’s just the introvert in me talking, but if I were living with a romantic partner, I would actually love for us to have separate bedrooms. I think it’d work best for me to have our own spaces to retreat to and be alone when we needed it (I certainly need it on a daily basis), and also so our sleep habits and schedules don’t bother the other. I have terrible sleep and if I slept with someone else every night I’d hate to drag them into my sleep problems too. Besides, that way we can have sleepovers with each other when we want to, and it’ll make those nights we do sleep together even more special.

I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????