ITS IN 2K WORDS IM SO COOKED

this is my final boss

CAN YOU TWO JUST REUNITE ALREADY (^^^is the one writing the fic)

shgntrgh

thing i've noticed is the continuous repetition of several descriptors and details in this damn story huh. woad-blue rugs and woad blue gambesons and curtains, neverending amounts of describing marsha's hair are fire-red, their old house turned inn, tall tales concerning the statue. something something the town came from their little house. i need to fucking finish writing the damn reunion ITS LITERALLY THE FINAL STRETCH HEAD IN MY HANDS

MEET EACH OTHER ALREADY

THEY STILL HAVENT MET EACH OTHER

shit got me giggling and kicking my feet tangina nakakakilig PUTA AKO NAMAN NAGSULAT NG ITO

I KEEP FUCKING REBLOGGING IT INTO THE OTHER BLOG KILL ME

i need to fucking detonate them both. 2.8 you will be the end of me

ITS IN 2K WORDS IM SO COOKED

this is my final boss

CAN YOU TWO JUST REUNITE ALREADY (^^^is the one writing the fic)

shgntrgh

thing i’ve noticed is the continuous repetition of several descriptors and details in this damn story huh. woad-blue rugs and woad blue gambesons and curtains, neverending amounts of describing marsha’s hair are fire-red, their old house turned inn, tall tales concerning the statue. something something the town came from their little house. i need to fucking finish writing the damn reunion ITS LITERALLY THE FINAL STRETCH HEAD IN MY HANDS

MEET EACH OTHER ALREADY

okay managed to write down like three and a half pages down my notebook. a bunch of disjointed sentimarsha pieces and an excerpt on that ‘vertin eldritch sea horror raised by literal normal humans tootz with no idea of it’ idea i threw around some time ago. hrfngh i’d say it was unproductive but it is the first time ive written in a while. my hand hurts from writing.

Marianne looks to belong in these rolling fields of grass, and if Marsha were a painter, she’d pluck the image from her eyes and put it into a canvas, and if she were a photographer, she’d take up those newfangled cameras and take a shot of Marianne, pale yellow dress with the dancing weeds.

But, alas. She is just a simple knight.

i want them to DETONATE gay people will say anything but “i love you”