NEW CHAPTER

i’m seated. i’m sat. i’m looking.

Damn getting the annual cry about that one Br'aad and Sylnan edit to Ikanaide out the way early, huh?

(If you have not seen it, it is on YouTube. It is life changing. Trust me. It has been living rent free in my head for a good few years now despite cossy livs)

wake up gayboys you’re getting a fic tonight.

alright my fellow crazy person @parallasso liked the post i gotta do it now he’ll theory workshop with me

been on a rlly horrible country music kick and i’ve gotta say that the temptation to revive the old-school country fated au has got me in a stranglehold. a kranglehold if you’re crass. the bayou vibes. motherfuck.

want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons

one day i'll actually start posting my fic but today is probably not that day

anyways on a bit of a roll art-wise so have this dumb doodle

been on a rlly horrible country music kick and i’ve gotta say that the temptation to revive the old-school country fated au has got me in a stranglehold. a kranglehold if you’re crass. the bayou vibes. motherfuck.

a parcel is set outside your bedroom door while you’re asleep. you live alone. nobody could have placed it there. confused, cautious, you open it. inside, a single jagged scrap of paper reads “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic, accidental magic, physical hurt/comfort, thieves guild au, background kathnan.” as soon as you unfold it and read the words, it explodes like a magician’s flashpaper.

a piece of paper labeled “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic” slides under your door. it turns to ash in your hands.

she was at the club. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that she was at the club.

yes but consider: if nobody can fact check you, you make the facts.

forever in agony because the part of the JRWI wiki with all The Fated/OG Campaign stuff is nowhere near up to date and doesn't even have transcripts despite the campaign ending in 2021 which makes fic writing so hard like guys please-

baby tee that says “future rent boy” and it’s on a 6’3 fat jacked diesel mechanic who’s actively lighting his third cigarette of the hour