Ilove Him More Than Anything And I Have Endless Side-eye For Anyone Who Disagrees

I feel like we really lost something when we started looking at writing as a reader-centric product meant to appeal to the desires of a specific audience rather than a writer-centric approach of someone writes whatever particular thing particular compels them/whatever weird thing the demons in their head want to talk about, and people out there who are also compelled, and/or relate, find that writing. A lot of discussions of writing really center around what readers want rather than a writer's exploration. Sometimes as a reader I don't know what I want. I click on a fic or pick up a book I'm not sure about but that looks interesting, and I love it. Reading what I expect to get is it's own joy, but we always need to expand our horizons and not get mad at creators for not always writing what we want/expect.

Reason 2 to finish your manuscript:

Because you want to read it.

An Essay on Nihilism and Ennui

Maybe the world is doomed. Maybe you can’t do anything about it. Maybe you were born on a train that had run of our track, long after we shot the engineers and burned the plans to lay track anew. The conductors barricaded the engine room where they hold hostage generations of coal miners who are forced to keep full steam ahead lest they be shoved into the incinerators themselves.

Maybe we can’t change any of that. I’d like to hope we can. Unfortunately hope isn’t the thing that drags your ass out of the cave you’ve collapsed into constructed of pizza boxes and soiled sheets. Drive is. Action is. Curiosity is.

Suppose we’re stuck on this train. It will crash. We will all die in a horrible fiery explosion, or succumb to the fumes first. What are you going to do in the meantime?

Here’s the thing: Life sucks and we’re all going to die. We don’t know when, we don’t know how. It feels impossible to plan for a future we have little data to prove will exist. What we do have is the interim. We can sit around and doom-scroll on our phones, or we can live life while we have it.

Plant a garden out of old coffee cans. Invite your friends over to fingerpaint on cardboard. Kiss the people you think about when you lay in bed at night. Chase an unrealistic dream, not because you believe it is possible, but because you can’t live with yourself if you never try.

That’s what you’re doing when you ingest endless content. You are simultaneously looking for the thing that will complete you, and desperately running from the voice inside that asks “what if there’s more?”

Stop. Running. Turn around. Look at the voice headlong. Dare to ask it back: “What more do I want there to be?”

Then go find it.

I love things more than most people. People often assume I’m manic. I’m not. 15 or so psychs have checked. (insert 2009 joke from Big Bang Theory here) I am So Tired of being told that there is something wrong with me and the scope of my obsessions and convictions simply because they’re more intense than others think appropriate.

I get that not everyone is gonna get my shakespearean poetry about religious trauma but

Everything that is me at my most undiluted is what gets me accused of putting on airs. I’m not trying to sound intellectual. I am not bragging about my education.

I don’t know what to do about that.

*pops my head into the kitchen* hey so it smells GREAT in here, we have an ETA on table time?

spideypool but wrench and marcus hang on let me cook

I’m not writing faerie porn to reinvent the tree of good and evil. If you want to be spoon fed moral purity go read the book about drowning children, God’s Favorite’s enacting horrible crimes out of infantile yearning for power, SA, and thought crime.

now say it with me: authors/artists dont owe you moral purity. an author/artist job is not to hold you by the hand & tell you exactly what is Good™ & what is Bad™. you should be able to think for yourself

Clara Lille (BadBoy17) is a trans woman, right?

I’m only a third into the game, but like. That user name is so “Egg on the verge of cracking,” and then she just kept it post coming out.

If that’s not true I’m gonna be very bummed.

“I just really love it when the villain falls in love with the embodiment of human sunshine that masks a hidden darkness. It just speaks to me, you know?”

“It’s cause you’ve got a corruption kink.”

“No! Is that what that is?!”

That is fucking amazing

Thank you all for the lovely comments on the standee version. For those who missed it and were asking if I was selling the standees, unfortunately they are sold out because I only made a few but I have two (2) leftover framed print versions of this piece that you can find HERE

They have acrylic finish and partial holographic printing as well. Shares appreciated!

Oh my god this is amazing

big fan of daniel going completely off the rails while shouting "im nORMAL i am NORMAL im A NORMAL MAN" the whole time

i got commissioned to do another excerpt from the Devil's Minion chapter of Queen of the Damned and it was So Much Fun these two are insane

chapter excerpt under the cut: