This is very general, but I love fanfic because I’m the kind of person who lists Gurren Lagann even higher than it might be in her list of beloved shows because her favorite character didn’t die after approximately five minutes of screen time. I am the black widow of fans. If you fascinate me immediately as a character, you are marked for death. My reaction to Death Note was hilarious. There are big traditional media creators who will frequently gravitate to those avenues that most appeal to my specific interests, and pursue the characters who live there. (Maybe not that many. Population: Joss, mostly. Though we do get visitors.) A lot of them won’t, and I don’t necessarily think those stories would be better if my doomed faves lived. That’s just not what those stories are, or what they’re about. I moan, but mostly because the unfortunate accuracy of my ability to pick out characters who will barely appear and then die is really pretty fucking funny, at least to me. But sometimes I’m not the only one who wanted to see more of a particular character. Sometimes there are people who wanted more of a certain character for pretty much the same reasons I did, even if I couldn’t have put those reasons into good words. And sometimes those people wrote fanfiction, and my horrible children get to be central fucking characters, and I scream to the heavens in victory! Which looks exactly like sitting on my bed reading fanfic on my phone, but the joy expressed by the action is pretty much identical even if the volume is not.