I Think It’s What He Would Have Wanted

HELLO GOOD MORNING HOLY SHIT?

scythebelts? in THIS FUCKING ECONOMY????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUVE NEVER WATCHED THE FATED HOW HAVE YOU NEVER WATCHED THE FATED. YOU JUST GODDAMN NAILED THEM. I DIDNT EVEN KNOW OTHER PEOPLE WROTE FOR THEM IM PILLAGING YOU AND OCTO’S AO3 POSTS AFTER THIS

LIKE WHAT?????

@parallasso go follow them the lola fic revival is cancelled read this RIGHT NOW this fic singlehandedly made me decide to finally workshop the second work in the “diplomat/dueler” au

this is so so good man i can’t praise it enough??? lmk if you want some good ways to consume the general fated storyline without super involving yrself with the main podcast. (although if you can get through the first few episodes the rest of it is a goddamn content goldmine and i could scream about it and the complexities of their bullshit for hours) (it is tinged by the presence of j*red and it will force you to remember that the jrwee gang is cis white guys but honestly watching them grow as people and as roleplayers is super rewarding i recommend it) (okay rant closed the work was beautiful bye)

been cooking this up all day. here’s another addition to the scythebelts fic pile + velrisa introspection (are you guys proud of me)

i don’t think any of you understand. the impetus, the fucking click behind scythebelts for me, is not strictly romantic. it is that sylnan, his entire life, has been trying to hold on to everything he can and he never gets to. and velrisa, god fucking bless her, has been waiting for someone to hold on to her like that, like nobody really has.

the impetus, the fucking spark, the starting point for everything i write for them, is based upon the gutsense fucking horror of seeing someone reach for you and not knowing if they mean to catch you for certain or just until you’re not useful.

everything else is just fluff and filler. the cleric/rogue dramatics, the high contrast, the jokes, the mutual admiration, the aesthetics- all of it is fluff and filler. good, but just not why i love it.

at core and center, they are holding on to each other until they are bleeding from the goddamn fingernails because nothing else is willing to stay as static and calm as they are. nobody else- not as though it is a personal failing on anyone else’s part, it is simply the way things go- is willing to cling on as hard for some chance at steady ground. sylnan and vel are. that’s what makes me write em.

Have been rewatching ouran recently and decided to doodle my favs. I love these little guys

Queen you haven't been posting I'm very much concerned ‼️

Why would I be posting? This website sucks and everyone is stupider than me

i love writing fanfic and making the characters do whackamole silly ass shit that is at least 20 tiers of separation from the plot if they’re even in the same universe. it’s like playing with barbie dolls because all the plots are deep and elaborate and involve struggles of oppression and violence and i solve every problem by making my two favorite ken dolls match each other’s freak narsty style.

genuinely i need to be either more or less autistic about the fated. wdym nobody else has any fics for them. wdym i think of them every time i see any tiktok ever. im gonna start reading les miserable fanfic i swear to christ

the problem with getting better at writing is all the passion of all my old products is getting choked to death by the fact that i can’t bear to reread the segments i wrote as a fifteen year old jackass. but i also refuse to rewrite the 40-60k words that constitute the entire gxddamn half-baked plot.

when you cast abortion the fetus has to do a dex saving throw

as a psa

-i’m in the middle of changing my major and getting a new job

-my usual beta reader is in the middle of a compsci degree and busy as hell

-my other beta reader is about to give up romance/porno for lent

expect a little over 35k words of scythebelts as soon as college takes it’s boot off my neck- or, more likely, expect it with the end of lent and the return of our lord and savior jesus christ, on easter sunday.