#enter bastard

cw: serial killer!graves

Graves dreams about what the news will say someday, how some true crime podcast will spin up his story. He can hear the tale now about how he had a broken childhood, yearned for his father's approval, and that every victim was the spitting image of his dear old momma that spoiled him a bit too much.

And well- none of it's true.

Graves likes the thrill of it. He likes the way getting someone into the passenger seat of his car and into his house swells his ego. He likes hearing them all beg for mercy, would bottle up the feeling of watching them cry.

It's no different now, holding his next victim by the scruff of their neck.

i finished bg3 like a week ago now and. have still never posted any tav art. so here he is, my shitty tiefling barbarian :)

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Thanks for the asks!

🌈 is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

The fic that fought me hardest recently was Enter Bastard. I got stuck at the sex scene and couldn’t figure out the next step… I think I have 20 or so pages of deleted scenes lol. Normally when I get this stuck on a fic I give it up but I was fucking dedicated to getting this thing written just because it’s the only fic I knew about that picked up the “what of Baz DID go to Ibiza” joke and I wanted the credit. Also I wanted to prove to myself that I could finish a Watford-era fic; that’s a theme I struggle with in general.

🎈 describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

My goal as a writer is to never take myself too seriously, and that doesn’t change. And by that I mean: I obviously want my writing to be good, and I want to make people feel things, but I’m not out here trying to pretend I have the secrets or that I’m amazing. I want the reader to come with me on the journey. I want to hold hands. I want to create meaning together. I’m not some omnipotent god out here to impress people with what I’ve done; I’m a conduit. I’ll never be the best writer, I’ll never be the funniest writer. I’ll never have the best plots or the best characters. But maybe I can be a kind writer, to myself and to others.

“There he is! You got that extra Eridium for me, pumpkin?”

“I-... I got some, but I had to use half of it. Security’s gotten a lot tighter, an’ I-”

“*Sigh*... You’re really disappointing me here, kid. We’ll just have to take it out of your share until next time, right? I’m sure you can hold on ‘til then.”