Arch9CivilReactor
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I had to rewrite this many times and thought I might as well begin with a disclaimer. I’m not really expecting anything from this post. It is just giving voice to a dilemma I avoid normally. Say what I really feel even if it’s just on a forum.
From what I can tell, my dilemma stems from being unable to write ‘positive arcs’ despite personally liking them. It’s a contradiction from my rational mind influencing imagination. My stories end up as either one or the other.
Either a hopeful world, or a despairing world.
I’m unable to imagine the characters I’ve read in stories I admire going through ‘positive change’ after experiencing setbacks. I can only imagine Suburu’s ‘What if’ side stories when thinking about how I would write the next chapter of it.
My readers usually tell me that I write darkness tastefully, but I know that the only reason I’m writing ‘darkness’ is out of angst. Those stories never last longer than a scene mostly because I can’t imagine positivity in a despairing world.
As an example of this, I’m going to bring up ‘Death is the only end for a villainess’. It starts off as a story about neglect. I cried when reading the FMC’s pain in early chapters of the novel. I also sympathised with why she never changes.
Neglect isn’t exclusive to those who hate you.
You can love a person and show kindness at every occasion, but that doesn’t mean you’d want to see or empathise with their sadness. It is a selfish relationship. Loving for the sake of feeling like a good person, rather than being one.
I can’t imagine the FMC of that story forgiving her neglectful family. Just as I can’t bring myself to forgive people IRL. I want to imagine the FMC becoming happy by forgiving them if they have redeemed themselves, but cannot imagine it.
I can imagine a hopeful world where the FMC can work through her issues, but it’s hard to imagine this hopefulness when the line is crossed. Maybe that’s why I feel so cathartic when Xianxia MCs kill their evil relatives.
Guess I’m just petty like that. Imagining every scene of that story being about the FMC murdering her family. I just get so influenced by the character that I forget about plot. It becomes more about fulfilling my angst than telling a story.
This is where the heart of my dilemma sleeps.
I feel ashamed to write a ‘dark story’ that’s just angst fuel. A story that simply says ‘doing bad things get bad results’, as if that isn’t obvious. It is so dumb that I feel my work is actively lessening the IQ of the person reading it.
Obviously, you can’t kill all you hate and be done with it. The whole “and then I killed everyone I hated” ending is the same as “and then everyone died”. It’s troll logic when you get to that point. I tend to delete everything just to start over.
No ‘story’ should be like that.
I don’t know how to ACTUALLY write a tasteful dark story. Only the kind of embarrassing edge fuel you’d think a teenager wrote. Even worse that Redo of Healer because there is no end goal when I write ‘darkness’. It is just me venting.
I’m not gonna end this with a question like other posts. This is something I just gotta figure out.
I hope I can accept this part of me one day.
From what I can tell, my dilemma stems from being unable to write ‘positive arcs’ despite personally liking them. It’s a contradiction from my rational mind influencing imagination. My stories end up as either one or the other.
Either a hopeful world, or a despairing world.
I’m unable to imagine the characters I’ve read in stories I admire going through ‘positive change’ after experiencing setbacks. I can only imagine Suburu’s ‘What if’ side stories when thinking about how I would write the next chapter of it.
My readers usually tell me that I write darkness tastefully, but I know that the only reason I’m writing ‘darkness’ is out of angst. Those stories never last longer than a scene mostly because I can’t imagine positivity in a despairing world.
As an example of this, I’m going to bring up ‘Death is the only end for a villainess’. It starts off as a story about neglect. I cried when reading the FMC’s pain in early chapters of the novel. I also sympathised with why she never changes.
Neglect isn’t exclusive to those who hate you.
You can love a person and show kindness at every occasion, but that doesn’t mean you’d want to see or empathise with their sadness. It is a selfish relationship. Loving for the sake of feeling like a good person, rather than being one.
I can’t imagine the FMC of that story forgiving her neglectful family. Just as I can’t bring myself to forgive people IRL. I want to imagine the FMC becoming happy by forgiving them if they have redeemed themselves, but cannot imagine it.
I can imagine a hopeful world where the FMC can work through her issues, but it’s hard to imagine this hopefulness when the line is crossed. Maybe that’s why I feel so cathartic when Xianxia MCs kill their evil relatives.
Guess I’m just petty like that. Imagining every scene of that story being about the FMC murdering her family. I just get so influenced by the character that I forget about plot. It becomes more about fulfilling my angst than telling a story.
This is where the heart of my dilemma sleeps.
I feel ashamed to write a ‘dark story’ that’s just angst fuel. A story that simply says ‘doing bad things get bad results’, as if that isn’t obvious. It is so dumb that I feel my work is actively lessening the IQ of the person reading it.
Obviously, you can’t kill all you hate and be done with it. The whole “and then I killed everyone I hated” ending is the same as “and then everyone died”. It’s troll logic when you get to that point. I tend to delete everything just to start over.
No ‘story’ should be like that.
I don’t know how to ACTUALLY write a tasteful dark story. Only the kind of embarrassing edge fuel you’d think a teenager wrote. Even worse that Redo of Healer because there is no end goal when I write ‘darkness’. It is just me venting.
I’m not gonna end this with a question like other posts. This is something I just gotta figure out.
I hope I can accept this part of me one day.