Harry Du Bois Dying In A Glue Trap

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.

it’s braad motherfucking vengalor!

come get y’all juice.

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.

MANTISCYTHE. a.k.a Rolan Deep!

Hero of bug-type body modification!

Has the ability to transform limbs into insect-like weaponry at will, his most well known form being his arm morphed into a giant scythe.

Powers that favor close-range combat with capability of jumping to inhuman heights. This requires light but easily injurable bones, which have to be thought of while fighting an enemy.

"What?! But i was in the middle of!- Ugh.. Right.. Hero time."

BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL

witness insanity in its truest form.

they made me crazy and then talking to @jamieycomplainey made me double down, i wish they were actually happy

ALSO I LOVE DRAWING REGENCY WEAR,, SO MUCH god i love historical clothing

expect more art go read the fanfic

she was at the club. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that she was at the club.

I think media needs more ambiguously queer relationships. Not just as in "non-heterosexual", but also as in "the structure of the relationship itself is queer". It goes beyond the bounds of conventional friendship, but they're not fucking about it. Or maybe they are. Maybe they kiss a few times, maybe they don't, but somehow it's not the most queer thing happening here. They've exchanged vows of love, but their actual relationship dynamic is inscrutable. Every orientation headcanon fits well within canon because they're never quite perfectly defined. Like, who knows what the fuck is happening there but whatever it is it's complex and confusing and woven into the universe itself

The party ended an hour ago and he’s still here 😭💀

GRIND NEVER STOPS

new chapters are up for “it’ll be alright” :)

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