ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

Is she trying to make a needle or something

Chapter 6 is out!

There's stuff! There's revelations! There's bees! There's more bees! There's so many bees! I cannot stress enough how many bees there are.

And we’re off! Next story is up on AO3, and updates should come at least once every ten days as with previous (I just realised I’m working off a tenday-based schedule, this was not intentional), and I will try to post here in case of a delay.

writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"

You know when

Definitely need to think of a better chapter title than this.

your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

Finally got this bit of banter in BG3, and the fact that it occurred in the Act 2 Shadowlands had me rolling:

*The companions surrounded by the constant oppressive sadness of the Shadowlands, grimly making their way through Moonrise towers*

No one:

Literally no one at all:

Gale: WIZARDS GET FREAKY ALL THE TIME, WYLL

not doomed by the narrative but saved by the narrative. yeah i know you'd rather die than keep suffering but the story doesn't actually care what you want. you have to keep going, even when it hurts. even being erased from existence won't stop you from being salvaged from the wreckage of un-being. get up. keep pushing. keep bleeding. keep living.

I know we are all like "people in caveman times would drill holes in their head to relieve headaches" andwe go oh that's so stupid that's so dumb but like. then I get a headache and I'm like.ooooh I get it I get it. Grug prepare the drill.

Art cullagh: do you know a druid named Halsin?

My tav: why on earth do you think I, a random person you met 45 seconds ago, would know some druid that you heard about secondhand a hundred years ago when even you don’t know who or where he is

My tav: but yeah he’s my roommate