my awesome world. obviously it is more nuanced than this but this is the basics
HEY RIPTIDE BITCHES
i tried to write for y’all’s campaign- here’s the riptide modern au oneshot i mentioned in the poll a few days ago. hope ya like it.
btw if you like this fic you’re legally required to either submit an ask for me to write something else or go read some of my other shit /j
constructive criticism greatly appreciated :)
me @ my mutuals
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’m on here <3333
The document has been compiled! A list of every fic I could think of, alongside ones that were submitted, to be added to a list of "required reading", aka the cream of the JRWI-fanfiction-crop :D
Fics are organized from shortest to longest, with summaries provided :) if at any point you want more to be added, let me know! I'd be happy to add more whenever you'd like :D
Any authors who have their work featured here, if you want me to take it down or unlink your profile and/or tumblr account, let me know :) I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable or step over boundaries, so if you want your work taken off the list please let me know and I'll do it, no questions asked
first one to guess what i’m about to write gets five american dollars
btw you cannot tell me fated split up after the campaign i dont give a fuck what grizzlyplays says. it didnt actually end anyway. i do what i want
GOOD MORNING BRAAD VENGOLOR NATION HOW ARE WE DOING!!!!!
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.
i’m laying prone on the dining hall floor about this post. the reblog is not enough. i need this on billboards.
it all comes back to fated. to be perfectly honest