A waifu's lament... · 9:43pm Nov 8th, 2016
I have been writing fanfiction ever since I was 11 and sitting on the city bus on those lonely trips from my home to school some hour distant. I would tell stories about the Transformers and the Cybertrorganics - the race of organic beings that made the Transformers' ancestors by thousands of years. This was during the original 80's cartoon days. When I was 14, I wrote about a teenaged girl hitching a ride with a crazy, three mile long scarfed man and his blue box and his friends during the journal days of my grade 8 and 9 years. The teacher wanted certain subjects done, so I would do those, then I would go crazy with that wheezing, moaning, contraption I loved and all his friends. At 16, I wrote about the Xmen. Nightcrawler did so many interesting things with his tail... I don't even think I have the artwork anymore. Or the stories. Then there was the Supertrooper Shane, and his friends, Nico, Zac and Doc. Of course, the Enterprise D was somewhere in there, too.
Then I started writing my own stuff. Robin Woodsong and her friends, Control and her people, Aurora and her amazonianesque warrior women. The dragons that came and visited me in my worlds. The pedomyne (pet of mine), a small, polar bear type creature that bonded with Control. Angael, the mutant who thought she was an angel, but was really a cursed dinosaur. Aiesa the mute elf healer and her children Trill and Trell. Kiana-no-luck, the half-elf thief who had a "clumsiness" curse put on her at childhood. So many characters... Elves, humans, dragons, men, women, children...
I've lost most of my stories to the vagarities of time, data loss as computers changed format and more.
Currently, Control, Serenetea, Wreckmore, Iolanthe, Rob of Slaine's Castle and a few others are rattling around in my brain and want their stories told. So I type them out when I can and publish them elsewhere. My friends seem to enjoy it. For over 30 years, I've been spinning yarns, either staying within the continuity, or going way outside of it, or even spinning off in my own direction.
Then. hubo hit 50. We have been together since late '99 and had the children first - currently 14, 12 and 10, and have been married for 8 years. We had an open relationship from the start and I currently have an "internet hubo" as well over on Second Life. He hit the big five oh and hubo decided he wanted to write.
Hubo put his story here. On this site. And he got praise for it. Then there was the cry for more. So he wrote more. And more. And more.
I've been supportive. He asks me questions. If I can answer them, I do. If not, I try to find the information for him, or at least guide him to where he can. His chat group has accepted me for me in all my craziness too. They're very supportive of what he has done, and even what I am doing over in my own worlds.
There have been evenings, and even days, where hubo has had that look on his face, and his fingers have twitched and more. So I asked him if that sweet little alabaster unicorn was tapping her hoof. She was. I ordered him to sit down and not stop typing till he was done. He did. The Bridle Path, Thruster, and his other two stories were the result of that. I think he needed permission to write. That it was okay if he vegetated at the keyboard, and typed away.
Then yesterday, hubo finds out that someone drew some fan art of his big story.
The emotions that hit me.... 30 years of writing fanfics and my own stories, and the only art that has ever been incorporated was my own. 30 years of writing long hand, of re-writing long hand, of typing for hours and days... And he barely has started his authorship... and he gets fan art.
I was crushed.
I had to let the emotions go through me. To bottle them up would have resulted in an argument or worse. So as I sat there at my computer and cried, hubo was confused and didn't understand why and thought he did something wrong.
He didn't.
I am not writing for the right genre. No, I won't write pony fanfic. The everchild I am needs my pony friends to stay friends and not be shipped or whatever. I need my sweet fillies and stallions to be my friends, not the objects of my lustful desires.
My elves will stay that way - that's where my lust comes out.
So, while he gets fan art and praise and more, I will continue to beat my head around my "Bound Concubine" story.
But for now, I think a bit of retail therapy is in order. I have internet DJing to do tomorrow too.
Ahem.
Just to point out, there is plenty of things to write with ponies that are already shipped in the show, or even not shipping at all and just making cute pony words. Be well, and as always, don't stop the words if they come to you.
@Damaged DAMN YOU TO HECK!
fine... i'll write... but I am not responsible for what comes off my fingers...