As A Psa

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

CALLING ALL GAY PEOPLE AND JRWI BITCHES

eight yo pussy

I miss the world before AI image generation

Secondly, I also miss the world where AI image generation was just incoherent blobs and obvious fakes

Thirdly, I miss when I had a spark in my eye

“i hold on with my stone-strong ass.”

“i reach up and slap his ass.”

“it’s rock hard and there’s no jiggle.”

-br’aad and taxi, episode 10

wonderful art @abbagine made during our jerwee Fated watch today, for the love of god get this man a belt

EDIT: they added more

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.

guys what if i rush a frat

braad :-)

judas’ betrayal was an act of god. the apple that lodged in adam’s throat was an act of god. if i press my quiet lips to the tender spot on your neck where the original sin still sits heavy in your windpipe, is that an act of god or a sin? either way it tastes sweet.