...and all that jazz

🏰 Gen, rated T for occasional swearing 🍃 1 out of 15 chapters, 5k out of est. 100k+ words posted 🏰 Modern era: Venti lives in a castle and Mond cast are confused 🍃 Slow-burn mystery, long plot, humor and angst 🏰 Venti, Jean, and Diluc as main cast, with Kaeya, Mona, Lisa, and Rosaria as supporting cast

Co-written with @jazzintown and beta-ed by @quasardrawsstuff!

Coexisting With The Fair Folk Who Have Taken Up Residence In/Around/Beneath Your University: A How-To Guide

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Whole bunch of lore/things I couldn’t fit/everything I love about the overlap in superstition and General College Weirdness below the cut-

And I started annotating books this year in a journal. This is how it turned out:)

lately i've been going through a Rough Time. being an author on the internet means other people can see all your Rough Times spread out in little leaflets. i am okay with this often; i hope the mirror i hold up gives you some shape of comfort. maybe that is selfish, but there is a certain grace and community i feel when someone says i hear you, i see you, i am like you, infinitely. i feel very honored any time someone enjoys my work; it is a miracle to be a part of your lives. it is an impossibility on a scale i cannot fathom.

people often wax about how books are magic - and they are! i often read 2-5 a week, a voracious reader since i was in elementary. but being a writer - and yes, i'm including you, every internet poet and fanfic author and every person saying i'm not really a writer but - it is such a strange and lonely thing. we spend hours hunched over our desks, playing with imaginary dolls in our heads. we have almost no control on how you, the reader will see or understand the thing. when we say the curtains are blue, sure we have our reasons - but we see a different set of curtains, a different blue. the story will always change, because it belongs to you. by writing, we make something that never really belongs to us. it's collaborative; it has to be read in order to exist. and we don't get to experience you reading it. that's a gift for your own brain and your own imagination.

"Seeds of stories brought by the wind, cultivated by time."

venlia or something