i love writing fanfic and making the characters do whackamole silly ass shit that is at least 20 tiers of separation from the plot if they’re even in the same universe. it’s like playing with barbie dolls because all the plots are deep and elaborate and involve struggles of oppression and violence and i solve every problem by making my two favorite ken dolls match each other’s freak narsty style.
writing about dnd characters is just about writing an idealized version of yourself getting emotional closure and feeling secure in their place in life. that’s why it’s fantasy writing.
hello redd nation
hey so relationship charts can be such an incredible visual metaphor for the hurdles capitalism and bigotry put on interpersonal relationships i’m discovering
an envelope slides under your door while you are asleep. you wake up. you open it. it says “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic, accidental magic”. the font is slightly larger than the day before. as you finish reading it turns into a sheet of very thin, plastery material and disintegrates at your touch.
a piece of paper labeled “bra’ad/ugarth teen romance fix-it fic” slides under your door. it turns to ash in your hands.
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
my rights are melting into oil-slick puddles all around me. the saint louis blues are having one hell of a season. if i don’t keep going, i’ll collapse. psalm 23: a psalm of our lord; a psalm of david… surely the goodness and mercy of the lord our god will follow me all the days of my life.
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.