I'm so sorry...

Ten minutes of your time for my thesis?

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 13:10:46 GMT

Dear fanfic authors,

first of all I’m sorry if OT posting isn’t allowed in this community, but there’s no other way for me to do this; just delete this if it isn’t appropriate.

I’m a fanfic reader and occasional fanfic writer myself, so what did I pick for my thesis in communication sciences? Fan Fiction, of course. I designed a survey to find out more about our writing habits and media use; it takes about 10 minutes to complete.

If you could go here and fill it out, I’d be forever grateful. Of course I’ll publish some of the results at my journal in about a month or two, so you’ll know what happened with your answers.
The survey is completely anonymous; I have no way of finding out who gave which answers.

Please, please help a fellow fan out. It’s only ten minutes for you; it’s a very important part of my work for me.

This has been cross-posted like crazy, and I'm sorry for spamming you guys, I'm just a little desperate, too.

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 02:37:37 GMT

This journal is kind of dead.....

But I'm sorry to myself for eating those pop tarts and pudding today. I shouldn't have eaten all that.
And I'm sorry to the mentally retarded guy who always tries to sit next to me on the bus... I know you're probably harmless, but I still don't want you to sit next to me, even when the bus is full because you used to sit next to me when it was almost empty. I'm sorry.

To Zachary Foxx in "Chrysalis"

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:00:26 GMT

Thanks to you, dear Captain, I have embraced quite the collection of heartbroken, noble gentlemen...

And, just as I have to you, done horrible things to them.

Still, she WAS the Queen of the Crown. Mandell made one hell of a foil in that one, and while she could be horribly cheesy in the series...well, so could you (remember that Simon LeBon impression you did at the Battle of the Bands?). Fanfic in your universe scraps the cheese factor and amps up the things which made you stand out from the crop of cartoons in the 1980's - most of which were fucking brutal.

As to why I let you watch while your teammates were being tortured? Simple - everyone, including you - needed to face their Achilles Heel. Doc had to take a leadership position and face being alone - two things he hates and fears. For the same reason, Goose had to be rendered helpless and Niko had to face the dark seed of ther utopian civilization. These things had to be done. You could not defeat the fanfic rendition of your greatest foe unless you defeated your own nightmares.

As for the sequel? I've failed you there. I'm not sure that any justice can be done to the things you and the others went through, and it may be better to picture a happy, peaceful ending with Eliza.

To Hif, a Kaled on Skaro

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 01:33:30 GMT

Dear Hif -

I'm so sorry that I have created you only so that you can meet a terrible fate. It will not quite be death - not quite. Part of you will live on. Most of you, really, because of certain recycling procedures and neural connections made.
But you really shaped up to be a mean, selfish, determined, interesting, egotistical son-of-a-bitch (even though you never met your parents), and I've enjoyed meeting you. I will regret killing you.

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 14:52:40 GMT

Dear Eddie Stax, of Reign of Fire:

I'm really sorry. With the way things were going in milliways_bar, I had originally thought your family would be spared what happened in canon. It made sense at the time- I mean, neither they nor you would be in the same desperate state, since Quinn got his hands on extra supplies in March and the movie gives the impression of taking place in late August. I had wanted to spare you that pain, I really did.

Then you had to go and take an interest in the newly discovered weapons, and ask that question.

I'm so sorry for the decision I'm going to have you make, because it's going to get people in your family killed anyway. I really am. But I don't see any way of getting you out of it without making you OOC.

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 07:30:39 GMT

Dear Ravenne,

I'm so so so so sorry that I'v driven you to the point where you are contemplating suicide. It was cruel to take Anika and Thanatos away from you and make them evil and then have you have a fight with Orion and have him leave you and it's just going to get worse so sorry in advance.

hugs and kisses

your heartless creator

P.S. I did cry when you were talking to the Mind healer

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 04:38:20 GMT

Dear Mark,

Terribly sorry for breaking you... and then breaking you again.

But honestly, love, as cute as it is, you shouldn't be so fragile.

*giggles madly*

~~sadistic~~ love,
she of the fingers and the mouse and the right-click-save-as.

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 21:19:34 GMT

To the boywhore:

Sorry about the heroin. Didn't think it'd effect you that much. ...Really. In fact, really sorry about the entire scene. I'm sure it hurt quite a bit (or so says the purpley-black colour of your leg), and I guess it was wrong of me to fuck up your mind again, but plots will be plots.

Mad (whoopsies) love,
~Marika

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 07:24:14 GMT

Oh my.

Ciarrai, I am so, so, so sorry. It was completely my fault, not Ember's this time. He wouldn't have without my meddling. Really, honest.

Oh dear, oh dear.

Uhm, at least we can say you're already kinda far gone by now? >>; Maybe? Your harem and whatnot?

Eh. Sorry. I tried.

Me.

Mon, 29 May 2006 05:11:09 GMT

Crap, Emmy, I'm sorry.

Sorry that the first time I rp you in months I put you in an AU with nobody you know and a grumpy-yet-sweet pink!catboy as your only company. I have to admit, I kind of like Jag.

Oh god, sweetheart, I'm sorry I put you back to your ultra!submissiveness, but at this point that's how you'd be anyway, right? Right?

There's no happiness I can give you right now.

Don't get too attatched to Jag, he's not my chara and I don't know if you'll get to play with him again. XD;

Loveyou, honey. Don't get too depressed.

The Creator.

Sun, 21 May 2006 23:37:29 GMT

Dear Roz,

Okay, listen, I know I gave you a messed up childhood. I'm sorry about your mum, and I'm sorry you had to see it. Really. I know, as if having one eye wasn't bad enough, etc. But please, stop bitching at me. You're going to get your vengeance, really. And at least you got to meet Ca...sh...

...Don't look at me like that. You know it's vital to the plot.

Really, really sorry for all the crap I put you through,
The Author

Mon, 08 May 2006 21:19:46 GMT

To the gay redheaded librarian with the monkey wrench (you know who you are)-

The photographs from when Lav was twelve, the I-had-sex-with-Lavender-when-he-was-fifteen! (and I know thirteen is legal in your country, but uh...Lavender is American with American ways), and all that other stuff are making you sound like a bad, bad person. And I get that you're kind of...pissed at me and all, but can I help it if you've got a penchant for little boys?! No, I MOST CERTAINLY CANNOT-

I mean...uh...I'm sorry that I've caused you so much trouble in the past fifteen chapters. I know I shouldn't have let you kiss Lav back in chapter twenty-thirty-something. I know I shouldn't have let our- I mean, YOUR- romance novelist get so upset over the matter. I know I shouldn't have made the MSG controversy public in that nice little magazine. But look at it this way- at least Lavender's twenty now, right? ...Okaaay, that doesn't help. Oops.

Listen, honey, if it helps, I'll make your life perfectly stable for the next...five chapters, maybe? Okay? Okay.

Mad (very, very sowwy ~~in a sadistic, unapologetic way because we know I loved EVERY MINUTE OF IT~~) love,
~Marika

Oops.

Thu, 04 May 2006 17:35:05 GMT

My dearest Noah,

I really didn't know exactly how inconvenient that little soul-bonding error was going to be. Whether you like it or not, you really are dead, or close to it. You just got to postpone it by about three years. Now it's time to give it up and, yes, you well may die. If it's any consolation, the fact that you know you need to give it up to save other people and complete your mission means that you are the good man your wife always knew you were. If I hadn't killed her off eight years ago, she'd tell you that herself. Maybe Lin can tell you for both himself and her. He's going to be fine. I promise. I am terribly sorry about the mess. If I can swing it, I'll let you see Elle one more time, so she can forgive you herself for all the things you really don't need to be forgiven for.

Love, An

Thu, 04 May 2006 01:09:17 GMT

I'm not entirely sure who to apologize to for this. Maybe Ciarrai, but at the point it was supposed to take place at he wouldn't care, and never would find out. But both Em and I are kind of guilty anyway, or at least Emmy will be as long as he remembers (which won't be for very long.)

So, uh, Cia. I'm sorry. He didn't mean it. He's an idiot. Don't beat him up, please. XD

-Me.

To all of my muses

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 05:19:01 GMT

With greatest affection, I suppose:

II. At the field's end, in the corner missed by the mower,
Where the turf drops off into a grass-hidden culvert,
Haunt of the cat-bird, nesting-place of the field-mouse,
Not too far away from the ever-changing flower-dump,
Among the tin cans, tires, rusted pipes, broken machinery, --
One learned of the eternal;
And in the shrunken face of a dead rat, eaten by rain and ground-beetles
(I found in lying among the rubble of an old coal bin)
And the tom-cat, caught near the pheasant-run,
Its entrails strewn over the half-grown flowers,
Blasted to death by the night watchman.

I suffered for young birds, for young rabbits caught in the mower,
My grief was not excessive.
For to come upon warblers in early May
Was to forget time and death:
How they filled the oriole's elm, a twittering restless cloud, all one morning,
And I watched and watched till my eyes blurred from the bird shapes, --
Cape May, Blackburnian, Cerulean, --
Moving, elusive as fish, fearless,
Hanging, bunched like young fruit, bending the end branches,
Still for a moment,
Then pitching away in half-flight,
Lighter than finches,
While the wrens bickered and sang in the half-green hedgerows,
And the flicker drummed from his dead tree in the chicken-yard.

-- Or to lie naked in sand,
In the silted shallows of a slow river,
Fingering a shell,
Thinking:
Once I was something like this, mindless,
Or perhaps with another mind, less peculiar;
Or to sink down to the hips in a mossy quagmire;
Or, with skinny knees, to sit astride a wet log,
Believing:
I'll return again,
As a snake or a raucous bird,
Or, with luck, as a lion.

I learned not to fear infinity,
The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,
The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,
The wheel turning away from itself,
The sprawl of the wave,
The on-coming water.

-Roethke, The Far Field

There is no more left to give. And for that I am very sorry.

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 02:20:57 GMT

Dear sweetheart:

::cackles:: I told you I'd find you somebody, and you didn't believe me. I'm sorry it might be who it was originally going to be, but, well, must obey the bunnies. Especially the kind that have the potential to eat me. >>; You don't want to mess with his bunnies, believe you me.

Besides, I'm bored. You're amusement. Deal with it.

Nolove, but pity anyway,
The Creator

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 03:55:55 GMT

Dear Ciarrai:

Hello, honey. Sorry I kind of stole you for a coule minutes there- it was needed for plot progression, though, and plot bunnies BITE when ignored. Sorry that you left just as quickly- were you actually my character to write as, you might have been allowed to stay and enjoy. XD Sorry your brief appearance was so...crack!fic-ey. I just can't write you, sweetheart, you're not mine. I'll make it up to you with his letter when he finishes it though, yes?

Dear Isae:

All right, all right, I'm sorry. I know you wouldn't beg on your own, but please, it's so almost!canon it hurts. Deal with it. And stop bugging me when I'm trying to work. It's not appropriate to start giggling at you in the middle of class. =_=;

Dear hsa!Ashe:

Uhm, sorry. >>; That was wrong of me. I won't do it ever again, no matter how much fun it was.

I think that does it for recent apologies. I'm sure if I forgot anybody I'll be hearing from them shortly. ^^;

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 22:51:30 GMT

Honey-

I'm sorry. You're not dead, really. Trust me, and don't listen to him. He just wants to bug you. Uh- keep in mind that drabbles do not neccesarily portray true events, kay? >>; But it was wrong of me anywho. So sorry.

Sorry I made you such a wimp, too. x_x;

guilt and affection,
The Creator.

Maah...

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 05:19:17 GMT

I'm sorry, Adrejan. >.< I stuck you in that orb... Oh well, it's not for *very* long...Just until I feel like bringing you back. XD It'll give me a chance to tap into your character a bit more, hm? That's a good thing.

Again, I'm sorry. >~< Sorry for everything.

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 18:29:49 GMT

I'm very sorry, sweetheart.
That was wrong of me, and if it wasn't so much fun I'd delete it right away. Just remember, fic is not neccessarily true, yanno? And it serves you right for bothering me when I'm in that sort of mood.
No love, sweetie, but you don't need it-

-The Creator

Tue, 14 Mar 2006 05:12:41 GMT

Carr, honey, I am really, really sorry that I'm putting you through all sorts of wretched things...again. But I needed it to develop your character...and you did say you wanted more screen time!

Anyway, I will admit that writing out what happened to you while you lived in your head for three years was kinda...sick. ...It's your own fault though, if you didn't feel the need to be so...touchy, well, we coulda worked this out! Honest!

In light of the crap I've put you through lately, I'll make sure to have something spectacular happen to you soon.

Maybe you'll get lucky?
Eh~, I might not get around to that.

Shashenka, c'mon. You know I'm sorry about dropping that crash ordeal on you. Ahem. Anyway, I feel the need to apologise in advance for the upcoming temporary-paralysis. Just so you know, I will feel horrible while writing that. Just awful.

...Fence, yeah, I know your name is funny -- c'mon, you're a freakin' alien; it's a literal translation of a word! -- and I'm sorry, but I can't change that. Oh, and terribly, terribly sorry about that whole...eye thing. That was sick and twisted and I shouldn't have been listening to happy music while writing it.

'Doku, I don't think I could apologise enough. I mean really...what have I done to you? It seems at this point, that anything I do with you henceforth will look like happy-flowers-in-the-sunshine, your life has been so bad. Then again, what were you expecting? You're a serial killer. ~~Freak.~~
But I really am sorry. Really.

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 01:07:52 GMT

Dear Future!Emmy,
Why hello again, darling, it's that time again.
I'm sorry that Future!Ciarrai is so mean to you..but I have to tell you, you deserve it, love. I'll write you some sappy, fluffy fic later, I promise. Even if it's not with Ciarrai-chan. Sorry, but I can't write as him; he's not mine.

Future!Ashe,
Sorry, hun. You're not going to fix him in all probability. Just break yourself. Please, toughen up again so you can't fall to pieces later. He's not nice, and though it isn't his fault, you don't have the ability to change him.

regular!Emmy,
Sorry, sweetheart. You know what you have to do. I know you don't want to, but it's needed. Make it good, no matter how it kills you to do it.

regular!Cia,
No, of course you're not mine, but I can appologize anyway.
Oh, honey. I'm so sorry for what Ember has to do. I know it ruins you, I know it drives you over the edge. I know how much it's going to hurt. I'm terribly sorry, Cia. But we just couldn't let you be happy.

edt'd:Future!Cia: Do I feel sorry for you or hate you? How about both... yes... both is good.
::bops schitzofrenic voice/muse/Elizabeth:: XO s'to appologize, not converse!

Past, Present, and Future Dram and Quet
I'm sorry you guys only get to take part in little OOC schpeals anymore. I promise you'll get to come out and play again soon. <3

Love for some, no love for others-
The Creator

oh dear.

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 00:50:46 GMT

Dear Ari, Stephan, Helen, Marille, and Irina,

I'm sorry I keep blocking out extensive scenes with you and not writing them. They would be really cool for the fandom, yes.

Unfortunately you might get stuck in the limbo of original fic. Which is better, really.

It just lowers the chance of my finishing your story while I dither around building your new world. So, um, please don't go away?

Much love,
Shu

Apology from a n00b of the community

Tue, 24 Jan 2006 20:01:10 GMT

Dear Ramos!Ock,

You are chubby. Yes. We love you for it. But making you into some kind of binge eater was kinda wrong.

Especially when we've been doing it for the past 7 months.

With no signs of stopping.

We promise we will not besmirch your name in public about this. However, between orcinus_dorka and I, all bets are off.

My most sincere apologies, Doctor. *snerk*

Forever your humble servant,
-c4bl3fl4m3.

P.S. I guess we should knock off the jokes about you being in denial about it and you saying "No! The cleaners shrunk my coat! I didn't gain any weight!"
P.P.S. I only speak for myself. I can't promise for orcinus_dorka.

...

Wed, 28 Dec 2005 23:05:57 GMT

Dear John;

I am very, very slightly sorry that I refered to you as Mr. Bitey McScratchypants when speaking with another writer. I would be genuinely sorry if it weren't so very, very, very true.

Love,
Me

PS - Stop sulking and WORK.