"Let These Words Touch the Surface"

So there really are people who like my stuff, I’m a little speechless. I’m a lot more active on my Instagram. I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately, but I’ve been working on a submission for Webtoons’ short story contest, and I’m excited to share it with you guys! I also have a list of POTENTIAL Yashisato AUs– Oh, would you guys be interested in joining a Discord server if I started one! I need other people to scream about my ships :<>.

AUs: 

NSA Yashisato AU (Yashiro is assigned to monitor Satoru. He falls for him through his secret love for Jpop, and his passion for art.)

Code Geass AU (Yashiro is C2, Satoru’s Lelouch; need I say more?) 

Investigator + Soul Mates AU (Satoru is assigned to work on Yashiro as an investigator for a series of serial killings. The words “you got me,” are inscribed onto his wrist. He doesn’t know what this points to, and instead buries himself in his work as he’s drawn to Yashiro.)

Just wanted to throw it out there that I’m selling DBH prints, AND charms on my Etsy!! I have bundle deals available where you can get both prints + your choice of either a 2″ acrylic RK800 OR RK900 charm. Domestic shipping is approximately $3 per package, so the more you buy at once, the more you save on shipping. Check it out! 

by @dawnfelagund

A quick summary: 

Commenting is a learned skill

Many people avoid commenting not because they didn’t want to comment, but because they didn’t know how to comment. 

Commenting is also a matter of confidence

Even among readers who are authors themselves, many aren’t sure what to say or how their comment will be received. 

A sense of community encourages commenting

People who feel more connected to the community, perhaps because of personal friendships and a sense of community built through other platforms and forms of communication, seem to have a greater desire to comment. After all, one feels less pressure when writing to a friend than an author to whom one feels little or no connection. 

Why People Don’t Comment

The other day, in response to @longlivefeedback‘s initial post about increasing feedback on AO3, I reblogged the post and shared some of my own data and research around the topic. I am a Tolkien fandom historian and own the archive the Silmarillion Writers’ Guild. In 2015, as part of my research, I conducted a survey of Tolkien fanfiction readers and writers. The survey was approved by the Institutional Review Board of the university where I was a grad student at the time, and was administered using Google Forms. There were 1,052 total participants; 642 of them were authors, and 1,047 were readers. As I came out of the survey overwhelmed with data and unsure where to begin, a key area of interest among my fandom friends was commenting, so I have recently been looking closely at the survey items related to commenting, which brought me to @longlivefeedback’s post.

In addition, I am an archive owner myself, contemplating a major software change in the next year or so. Like probably every archive owner ever, I’d like to increase the amount of commenting and interaction that happens on my site. Therefore, I had been considering many of the same questions as @longlivefeedback about AO3 but on a smaller scale for my own archive. They asked me to share some of my research and conclusions from the past several months of crunching data and discussing what it means with other members of the Tolkienfic community.

Under the jump: Commenting as a learned skill, commenting and confidence, the 3Cs, and a case study in the Tolkienfic community.  

Oh my god, fuck this plague, here have some angst. For some context, this is after the events of that interaction in Chapter 8. It’s like the bitter aftertaste that comes with coffee. 

They got up at noon, and Satoru walked into the kitchen without saying a single word, a messy mop laid like a crown on his head. His glasses were where he left them, unfolded and smudged. They hung crooked on his nose, wiggling every time Satoru chewed. He leaned back in his chair, slouched while Yashiro nursed the same spoonful of eggs for 10 minutes. Yashiro reeked of morning breath, and his eyes were hooded while his face contorted into an adorably pitiful expression. Not like Satoru was any better off, with his bird’s nest and under eye circles.They watched each other in silence, taking the occasional sip from their mugs. Eventually, Yashiro lowered the fork, and Satoru perked up.

“About your family-”

“About my family-

They stopped, and stared at each other.

Oh. Satoru leaned in, chest first. His hand gripped the edge of the dining table as a nervous grin emerged. Yashiro moved forward, interlocking his hand with Satoru’s.

“Where to start..?” Yashiro smoothed his hair, a smile appearing.

Satoru felt a tug at his chest. He dug around his brain for the right question.

“Let’s start with Mikohara.”

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The shit husbando of the day:

contempt expression meme!

Coffee shop AU requested by @mapotoffee​ ! One where Satoru is a barista at a high end shop, and Yashiro’s his regular. His hobbies include: being shameless, flirting with Satoru, idolizing Satoru, and sliding into Satoru’s DMs.

Coffee grinders were running, espresso was pulling with a needle thin texture, customers were busy tapping away on their laptops and getting sloppy croissant crumbs on the porcelain tiling. The high rise ceiling exposed gray tubing that would connect to the upper fixtures, and a cascade of green vinery dangled a few feet from the ground. The white, and box-like interior of the cafe favored the light that streamed in through the colossal windows. And underneath it all, manning an unreasonably expensive espresso machine, was Satoru. Running on 5 cups of drip coffee, no sleep, and one blueberry scone, his patience was at a record low. His only response to an entitled customer was a bone chilling glare that could warrant a 911 call. 

It’s a macchiato, not a fucking cortado. But, he let it go; after all, the tips were good, his coworkers were hard working and perfectly good people to hang out with after a long shift. The gig wasn’t half bad at keeping him afloat in the sea of art school fees, and 200 anatomy sketches. 

“Here’s your change. I’ll work on your drink right now.” The environment was lax enough that Satoru could jump between the register and bar. He preferred working alone anyway; can’t say he’s creepy for speaking to himself if no one’s around to criticize. His one other coworker was in the back, busily sorting milks. 

“Milk in the pitcher, thermometer’s in there.” Satoru pulled the portafilter from the espresso grinder, grooming the excess grinds off the rim. It was clockwork, start from the left and twist to the right, and caffeine bliss was 30 seconds away with one push of a butt–

“Satoru! Stunning as always!” 

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