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[inverts]

I should be A) writing that fic Mostly Harmless and also B) drawing some OC designs for that webcomic project with MR. ANDERSON.

instead have Marchingstuck fanart:

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[urban_anchorite]

There is still nothing more beautiful than that picture. Equius will only sit through shit like that and Bottle Fairies. And Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi.

Title for a story you never wrote, pick between:

What's The Profit In Wishing, John and (?/)Karkat. OR: if anything but death part thee and me, Nepeta and Equius.

HA HA I WIN AT AWFUL TITLING

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those are delicious titles!

if anything but death part thee and me is the long epic that tells the story of how they met and became moirails.

It is also sometimes referred to as Five Times Nepeta Declared Equius Was A Gross Sweaty Elitist Jerk And The One Time She Didn't, Featuring The Violent And Gruesome Deaths Of A Myriad Of Innocent And Delicious Fauna, Seven Robot Explosions, One Near-Fatal Mauling, Three Updates Of Nepeta's Shipping Wall, Three Instances Of Inappropriate Language Not Suited For Trolls Younger Than Six Sweeps, One Pouncegreet, And Culminating With The Formation Of A STRONG Moirallegiance.

What's The Profit In Wishing is another long fic. It is about recovering after the deaths of lost loved ones. After learning that kissing to have dreamselves replace other selves is a thing, John unhealthily starts looking for other ways to bring people back to life, like Vriska and his dad and Rose's mom, and being unable to accept that they are dead. This is a game, there have to be extra lives or phoenix downs or

[rayemars]

But in the end John has to accept that these are like cut scene deaths, not in-battle deaths, and there is no bringing Aeris back if you want to play the rest of FF7.

That is the best metaphor I have read in months.

[inverts]

Thanks!

I keep alternating between feeling like it is hilarious, because using FF7 to describe reality! automatic lolz! and then feeling really sad, because it doesn't stop being true, I can't undo this reality in which loved ones die.

basically i love the epic of gilgamesh and it makes me cry, and now i want to write that goddamn fic.