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OMG IKR!! I can't tell you how many times I gasped and almost cried at the whole story, Doey's story MESSED. ME. UP.
AND THE ENDING!!! I don't wanna give away any spoilers, BUT OH MY GOD IT LEADS ME TO SO MANY NEW THEORIES!!!!!
Spoilers!!
This chapter didnt go as hard on the terror, the jumpscares and all
But the psychological horror?? The sense of agony and distress you get while uncovering the lore, the almost silent chases, the bigger bodies backstories, THE DOCTOR, everything felt so...you feel trapped. The weight of the lore here was huge, so intrinsic, imbued in questions of morality and revenge and the most grotesque senses of dehumanization, Doey's story is GROTESQUE and SAD, the kid's diaries destroyed me, Poppy is just a wreck of how traumatized she is, Ollie :((.
Gosh its so good. This series is so good. Im in awe.
The demons took over yall 😔
also song of solomon 6:3 (the neon orange line) is “i am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.” and it was the very first connection i drew. it doesn’t get the smeary-edged overlap every other overlapped line does. i just wanted to say that. because it makes me insane.
hey is this anything
(fated relationship chart)
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.
no matter how many years stretch by, so long as both of us are alive, there is still a chance my father will permit me to die in his memory as something other than his daughter. that permission means he will die as something other than his father’s son. something better. something kinder.
in the ether of my mind, no matter which way it goes, we will meet on the other side. he will be twenty, thirty, again, trying to light a cigarette. i will stop, and hold out my lighter. the flame will dance; offering. it is up to him if he takes it.
there are theories that the self is all there is; the self is the universe’s entire consciousness, that you have been and will be every single person and thing in all of existence. all i know is that i keep my lighter forever topped-up with fuel. if i meet my father, on this corner or the next or the one after that, i will keep offering. in one of these worlds, on one of these corners, he accepts. in one of these worlds, we exhale plumes of tobacco smoke, soothing ourselves with nicotine as the world around us melts, warping into the open flame of the zippo.
in one of these worlds, we stand on the corner, watching the cars drive past, and my father walks down to a payphone and calls his father. when he hangs up after the first ring, i pick the receiver up. the operator asks where i’d like to call; tells me i paid for five minutes’ conversation. i stub my cigarette out underneath the keypad and tell her nevermind.
in the distance, the lights of a church basement glow up through barred windows at us. in another world, my father and i sit side by side, and pick up 24-hour chips, and drink shitty coffee. in another world, my father and i wear nicotine patches and lay brick. in another world, when i pick up the payphone, the operator informs me time is out on this receiver. please insert a quarter.
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.
br’aad vengolor is a manic pixie dream girl in the sense that i think if he had prolonged exposure to any particularly evil character who did not want to kill him he could probably fix them.
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
come get y’all soup-
new chapter of the orphanage au is up in honor of me escaping containment in finals
HEEEEEEEEEY
sexay laday-
i don’t know what i’m doing. don’t ask me. i’m dragging all of you through the desert with this fanfiction on my back.
chapters four and five (katherine, br’aad, and sylnan) are out now!!!
dude why is ander’s lore so acutely stupid. what do you mean he’s a
hundred and eighty-two
that’s not how nieces work.
let’s say, hypothetically, ander is a firstborn, and his parents have him at 18. when he’s 30, his parents are 48. let’s be generous and say they stop having kids at 50, and their last kid is velrisa’s dad. he grows up. let’s be generous and say he’s 30 (we see him in middle age in the clip with vel’s sister) when he has velrisa’s sister, and 35 or 40 by the time velrisa is born.
that would make ander 85-90 when velrisa is born. he promises to protect velrisa as long as he lives when she is three. that makes him 88-93 at the time she starts living with him. she is 19 at the start of the campaign- and nobody has any mentioned birthdays so let’s consider all ages static. they all were born on january 1st.
19-3 is 16, so our estimate for ander’s age becomes 101 to 106 at the time of canon. instead, he’s
a hundred and eighty two
and like. i get it. i do. bad storytelling? found in the bad storytelling place???? fork found in kitchen!!!! dick found in ass!!!!!! nobody is surprised!
but on like. a genuine level. i made the most liberal efforts possible to defend ander being
a hundred and eighty two
and it is just not making sense. like. he and vel’s dad are described as looking to be a similar age. he and vel’s dad have a close relationship soured by ander’s championship to the goddess. ander was crowned champion long before velrisa entered the picture and probably before her dad was even born. no fucking unborn baby is gonna have beef with one of their brothers finding spiritual fulfillment.
we can infer the rest of the family doesn’t have beef with it, as ander was close enough to the rest of his family to have context on velrisa’s life and curse. why the fuck is he
a hundred and eighty two.
i got two genres of comment responses on my fics it seems
“thabk u smm!!!! imm so glad u liked! ty-ty 4 the kudos!”
and
“anger is more comfortable than fear, in that way, because it washes away all insecurity; becoming a boiling, red-hot tide. ‘i am right and you are wrong’ is comforting to say, especially for children, who rarely get to be right in a world of grown-ups… that i’m-right-you’re-wrong sentiment quickly becomes: “i am better and you are lesser. i am normal and you are the freak. i deserve more, and you deserve less.” and the kids act that way with impunity, because their guardians never provide correction to that instinct and behavior path… because they’re just as scared.”
uhhhh fuck what’s another vine i can reference to announce a chapter.
*oven shattering sounds*
this one (chapter 3) has the longest ever end of chapter notes but theres good soup in there so!!! read at your own risk!!!
come get y’all juice.
new fic. go hog wild.
au where taxi and vel end up in the wharf about a decade and a half earlier than usual- and by going through the things the vengolor brothers left behind when they escaped, taxi and vel find themselves searching for answers only the other escapees of their orphanage can give them.
it’s gonna fuck so hard you don’t understand.
getting my wisdom teeth out thursday. send images of the fated. and also texts about the fated. and also-
at a tech rehearsal rn, going through old fic folders to pass time, and i found that like two years ago i wrote a mischa/noel ride the cyclone post-death fic? and it’s???? explicit????
and since i haven’t posted in an age and the class swap au isn’t done. do you guys. care if i post very???? tender????? ride the cyclone porn?????
anyway sorry that i haven’t posted since the dawn of time?? tomorrow (2 days to six months from now) i will post a cool scythebelts bracelet i got for my birthday
situationship so bad i started neglecting my schoolwork to write fanfic again
six wips dead nine human casualties
BRAAD AND SYLNAN VENGOLOR AS BENEATHA AND WALTER YOUNGER. IS THIS MICROPHONE ON. CAN YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!!!!!! I SAID THE VENGOLOR BROTHERS AS BENEATHA AND WALTER YOUNGER FROM GODDESS LORRAINE HANSBERRYS CRITICALLY ACCLAIMED PLAY A RAISIN IN THE SUN.
IS MY GXDDAMN MICROPHONE ON CAN YOU HEAR ME I AM TALKING TO YOU AND IM RIGHT!!! IM RIGHT!!!!!
sneak peek into Boombox Crimes
WAKE UP BIGGAYHIMBO ENJOYERS
i humbly present the final chapter of irish goodbyes.
t’was a joy to make and i’m sorry for the big upload delay, but i have like. a job now????? so. anyway. poll about next work soon to follow. fated enjoyers send me your brains and votes.
i’m always like “i can’t write for ohshc anymore, my brain demons will Get Me”
and then i go on tumblr, where the brain demons live
everybody talks shit on renge from ohshc but how many fourteen-year-old girls do you know who would not do the exact same thing. she’s deranged. she’s the realest. she was given the option to make her maladaptive daydream a reality and she was rich and wild enough to do it. fuck human rights she’s evil and i love her.
Hey! @fishcop I heard you liked Scythebelts! So I drew your rarepair for @jrwi-art-exchange ^^
Extras below the cut :3
Had tons of fun drawing them! :D
