I figured it was about time that I write out a little list dedicated to those whose words I truly admire and that deserve all the praise in the world. Many on this list aren’t too well known and their writing is usually pushed aside for more “popular” names in the fandom. Or maybe because they wrote a pairing that wasn't your OTP. Well, I'm a shipping-whore, so I've included any and every ship of the GazettE on here at least~
And I know there are many readers out there, including myself, who are aching for that wonderful, beautiful, “holy-jeezus-it-has-everything-AND-great-grammar” fic to come along – and maybe this list will help you discover wonderful authors you never knew ♥
** I’m leaving out the obvious lovelies
(I’m looking at you: xenocia, heygeorge, aozoracomplex, n0stradamus, horsebag, losseflame, genkyoku…)
reads like: a beautiful twist of hushed phrases and punch-in-your gut ending lines.
There’s a refreshing lack of frills to her writing, honing the ability to have plots beautifully well-driven, delivering angst that isn’t too heavy. It’s just the right amount of ache, quiet and unimposing:
“And Kai will never truly understand why Uruha has trouble writing his stage name, why he never hits back or why his smile is always faltering. Why nine years have felt like nothing.”
Her characterizations are gut-wrenchingly real. Marred, a little ruined – human.
-- be my favorite place
-- for you, I’d die again
-- all the miles that separate
reads like: everything and anything you could’ve said – the lingering phrases that are at the tip of your tongue, the broken thoughts that never thought they would have the chance to speak.
Every single piece of writing I have read from this author is beautiful:
“Uruha doesn't consider himself one of those people. The ones that cry over flowers, or shed tears of undying love at grand gestures.
That first time, he didn't call it making love. ("Fuck Uru, that was-"
When Aoi tries to slip his hands in his pockets in checkout lines, even though people stare. He doesn't feel like giggling and telling him to stop.
Aoi likes touching him, kissing him, petting him, giving him so much affection that Uruha wonders if he's allowed to drown in it.
Its halfway through a midnight jog that he finally gives in.”
And I have nothing else to say.
-- Four Things Aoi Made Them Do, One Thing They Made Him Do, and One Thing They Got That They All Wanted
reads like: an iron-spined novel with crisp pages and elusive words, the true meaning behind each glazed metaphor just out of reach, the reader forced to keep turning the pages until the ink smudges their thumbs.
Gorgeous plots. Absolutely wonderful in their originality – something so hard to find in a fandom waterlogged with the same structured stories. Her work is a perfect example of how someone can write poetically, but still have the strength to carry heavy plots. Entertaining, adventurous and tear-jerking.
-- The City
-- Good Boyfriend
reads like: glass flowers with petals of perfect polysyndeton, blooming amongst ashes.
This is a different kind of ache – one that starts in your fingertips as you read, like unforgiving foresight, as the characters twist and try to make anew. She writes many small vignettes and I believe this shows her caliber as a writer – the ability to say everything in one hundred words:
“…and that was where his will abandoned him, half-lying with his breath coming to brush the patch of skin above the waistband of Aoi’s boxers, which Aoi would feel if he could feel. Under different circumstances, Aoi would say, “We’re in a street, you know,” but they wouldn’t even be here under different circumstances.”
And then we have the other side of her spectrum – quirky and lighter – with “Pancakes”
-- it will be a lifelong thing
-- Going home
-- rockstars don’t mean anything anymore
reads like: I haven’t read much of their work, but the two fics that I immediately put into my memories were like a 1950’s laugh-track rattling in my chest.
The author has a brilliant way with punchlines and comedic timing, which is something so very hard to do in fanfics, and seriously needs all the recognition in the world for it.
-- Nag (and its sequel)
The writing can speak for itself, honestly. It’s absolutely beautiful, and if you haven’t stumbled upon her work, then please do yourself a favor and read any piece you wish.
And of course, the infamous: “asdfjkl;”
reads like: a bite into beautiful, cacophonic reality – brief vignettes that bestow a candid moment seemingly plucked from random Tuesdays on a calendar.
Wry humor leaks into most of her work, but there also lays gaspingly real struggles. This author has the ability to weave in strife that isn’t overblown or unnecessary – and mostly true to character which is something hard to find in the search for drama in the writing fandom. Every word falls into place to create a wonderful plot, be it heart-wrenching or witty:
“Uruha has been known to ring Aoi ten times a day, when it seems like Aoi has dropped off the face of the planet, and Uruha is worried and looking for him. If Aoi had only answered, then Uruha would have stopped ringing - but Uruha won't, because Aoi doesn't.”
-- “Looking Positively Homeless”
-- While You Were Sleeping
It’s seriously my favorite. Ever. Just read it and then read everything else.
reads like: a smudged looking-glass where shapes are slightly cracked, but emotions are palpable and bittersweet to swallow.
This is another beautiful case of no-frills-writing done right. Everything is right there, but then there’s another layer. And another. This author wonderfully constructs her writing. And everything is so wonderfully real. The punches aren’t held back – not everything is sweet and amiable and light. Aoi can be fucking annoying, Ruki can be fucking judgmental and Cassis can be such a fucking sappy song. And I love it.
“It wasn’t much of a first impression. Gaudy clothes, heavy makeup, perfectly primmed hair, and a high class demeanor. You couldn’t blame anyone for staring - and they were all staring. It was over-the-top for the cheapest ramen shop in town. But then again, Aoi didn’t know the meaning of pinching pennies, did he?”
-- Pulling Strings
I'll add more to this list and post updates later on. (plus who wants to read a HUGE block of text in one go?)
Unfortunately, many of the authors that I truly adored on LJ have deleted their journals D:
Anyways, you can definitely find all these authors and more in my memories, but I figured I'd get up on a soapbox and shout to the masses how wonderful they are :)
And of course, anyone who has been placed in my memories is definitely worth checking out. They're all amazing ♥