Reasons to leave kudos (or likes or notes) and positive comments on fanfics.
My friend is crying over a long comment on her Viktuuri fanfic because the user wrote about how much they loved it.
She was smiling as she read it allowed to me.
She laid down on the floor and cried about it.
She was shocked by the number of users and guests gave her kudos.
Let the author of the fanfics you like know why you loved that work.
Soul eater bnha au! Inspired by @zoey-angel ’S crossover http://zoey-angel.tumblr.com/post/161356096161/this-is-my-boku-no-hero-academia-soul-eater
*izuku is the meister
*todoroki is a weapon, he’s these gauntlets that also have a fire and ice element to them
*endeavor (a meistor had him in the hopes of eventually making him his weapon. (Basically he’s still an ASS hOLE)
*bakugou is a weapon (flamethrower) and he wants to become the best without partnering with a meister
*he soon learns that this might not be so easy haha (i.e ochako doesn’t give two fuccs and becomes his meister anyway)
(Also for anyone who hasn’t seen soul eater : a weapon is a person who can turn into a weapon or turn parts of their body into a weapon, a meister is someone who weilds that weapon. Their souls are connected)
Earth no longer resembles the home we know of now. The Aragami, terrifying beasts that live only to consume, are carving a path of destruction and misery wherever they are encountered. To combat this threat an elite group of heroes known as GOD EATERS are called upon to save humanity. GOD EATERS are individuals who have been bestowed upon them the ability to wield powerful new God Arcs, special weapons powered by Oracle Cells and the only known weapons capable of destroying the monstrous Aragami. However, another mission is coming into focus; something is happening to the God Eaters and the line between light and dark has never been so thin. It’s time to start breaking free from the cursed shackles that bind the souls of the God Eaters as the battle rages on around them.
Dorothea Tanning, The Birthday, 1942, Oil on canvas.
An American artist, writer, poet, influenced by Surrealism. She was also married to Max Ernst, another Surrealist artist.
The result is a portrait of myself, precise and unmistakable to the onlooker. But what is a portrait? Is it mystery and revelation, conscious and unconscious, poetry and madness? Is it an angel, a demon, a hero, a child-eater, a ruin, a romantic, a monster, a whore? Is it a miracle or a poison? I believe that a portrait, particularly a self-portrait, should be somehow, all of these things and many more, recorded in a secret language clad in the honesty and innocence of paint. — Dorothea Tanning, 1943