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I am on break at work and it shall be around 2:55 pm when this reaches you, so I cannot properly respond as is- though if you truly want a sample of my writing, I’ll see if I can gather some. A long ask ahead for that one, along with some shorter responses, perhaps a chainsaw instead of a scalpel if you want to reach the core.

Also, to the other anons and folks so intrigued by this all- I had no idea I’d garner such an audience to my study! I hope it doesn’t affect the results. Perhaps it should stay on stage for just a bit longer, the anonymity is fun.

To throw on one note of a caw though- I will not correct you but add on: it’s the concept of clay being carved. It does not hurt, it does not weep, but then once you are human you look back and see that would’ve hurt if I were different. I am different. Does it hurt? Despite the fact that there is no wound at all.

—studying anon (or whatever nickname, I accept all. See you soon!)

it would've hurt. Now, here, we're beholding each brushstroke of the knife-that-was and questioning the absence of pain then that would have been something if we were what we are now. I'm understanding the steps to this dance.

Hello again! Then, by the time I've answered the ask it should be... 8:30 AM-ish for you? I feel like a backstage worker that's gotten yanked to the limelights. Know now that I am only the scribe, Apollo, typewriter and painter but never the figure never the muse. Pardon my dust.

If anything, you're gaining novel data by putting me in an entirely new environment. I've only ever written for two-three pairs of eyes, never an audience, never this open, never splayed in a game and a dance I'm new to. It's a welcome change of pace! Please, I'll put the obsidian down and get a Husqvarna running for you.

Here, something for you, again, for the sake of wanting to hear your thoughts: what do you think about self-martyrization to empty seats, blood spilling for an empty altar—unhearing god? There is no salvation offered through a self-imposed suffering. Messiah to none. Holding onto the hurt thinking there is virtue in the red. The cage is open. Walk out. There's naught left, so why insist on holding onto it? Suffering framed as a masterpiece but it bored everyone to death.

#studying anon #sorry that took a while dearest apollo i'm a numbers peasant by day and this kills the crab #by all means don't hesitate to drop by #okay ignore the tag that was here before i have time now. anyway #a bit of introspection on how i see cwil as a self made martyr. as per my last ask regarding internalizing the externalities and making the #country his heart and having it rot under his ribs #tangentially related i think his revivebur arc shouldve been more like how disco elysium played out #a drunkard washed up wet sack of a man tries to earn forgiveness from everyone #hymnswords

I’m usually around feel free to send out flares whenever, although perhaps try not to let cWilbur possess you with his insomnia so often.

I’ve never played, but I’m curious- Fallout New Vegas aus?

- Studying anon (I guess that’s the best way to sign it off now)

and it is so, scholar, you're studying anon in my tags now have fun

you say that but i could count on half a hand how many times have i slept for more than 5 hours in the past few months; less possession and more looking into a mirror and seeing the same guy

yes! it's a bunch of brainstorming material i've tossed around with @/bonesandthebees for a while. The premise is that it's the 2200s, the world's destroyed by a nuclear war and everyone's left fending for themselves. We're set in Nevada, where someone named Mr. House has been kept alive for hundreds of years with life support and has kept a little swath of the Vegas Strip pristine (as pristine as a post-nuclear-war place can get) with his army of robots. You're a courier set to deliver a Platinum Chip from its manufacturing site to Mr. House. You're caught by a twat. You were shot in the head and left to die in a shallow grave. You woke up, anyway, and now you have to find the goddamn chip again. getting into the AU, c!Q is Mr. House. The second; cSchlatt was the living corpse kept alive in the bowels of the Vegas Strip. cQ beat him to death with a 9-iron. He's up in the Lucky 38, a Needle-esque tower i'm making his office

cWilbur is his courier. Shot in the head by cDream, who wants the chip to take over the Strip for himself, as one does.

and we parallelized the head injury with his canon revival

that is a lot and i must apologize for the unbecoming mess, nothing I like more than talking peoples ears off without any coherent structure but I feel its uncouth dropping this like a massive box of files on you. there's more, yes, but maybe when i'm less ashamed of dropping massive chunks of text. I made some art about this a while ago but it was a bit ass and i'd like to redo them; i'd say stay tuned, but with my drawing schedule I have no idea

#hello bees if you see this i felt bad tagging you because this is a personal drivel with a neurosurgeon; do know that i always think of the #fnv au #dearly #studying anon #hymnswords

studying anon i'm in no shape to reply but i swear you occupy a sizeable portion of my head like the raven perched upon a bust

#ungainly fowl you'll drive me mad by perceiving me so deeply #i am holding a torch within the dark of my inbox and crying out show yourself #hymnhums #studying anon #hymn gets driven to madness actually #hymn chews on a brick wall actually #writhing restlessly. in the other half of my skull cavity is a bird that crows tntduo gay #and this bird also has an english professor #GRGRGRRRR. i'm writing this while pacing about my dorm halls like a man deeply troubled #gonna carve a trench in my path #300 followers watching my descent this must be what lenore's man feels seeing himself written into a poem

I had no idea Fallout New Vegas had such an intriguing plot. Or maybe I’m just now interested because it has cTNT, who knows. If you were to ever write or draw more for it I would absolutely be interested! Love complex character dynamics and world-building, even if I don’t know the game.

Q and Wil in that dynamic kind of remind me of that quote about types of devotion, though I’m not 100% sure why.

‘He confesses how long he’s looked for a place of worship, so you put him on his knees. He goes down like he just can’t help himself, and you wonder if angels fall this sweetly. It is an agony of the honeyed kind, the kind that makes guilt look soft.’ Or something like that, might be mixing a writing or three. Point is- gay.

- studying anon

it's the best in the series (I am not biased *at all* obviously) especially with its little DLCs that teach you little things such as how the hardest part of it all is to let go, let go, let go, and begin again (Dead Money), killing people (Old World Blues), we can't expect god do all the work (Honest Hearts), and killing people with rocket launchers (Lonesome Road)

I'd like you to know that I fell to my knees and groveled at the quote; YES, AGONY OF THE HONEYED KIND; it's like- hold on, I don't have much words to offer you this will have to suffice

it's like that; bond from a conscious choice, precarious possession, the courier-employer relationship being a leash-construct for both parties, circling. fnv!Will's loudest motivation for working with fnv!Q is the fact that he can simply kill q at any second, whenever he feels like it, given his free rein to enter and leave q's office as he pleases. The gem of the wasteland, kingdom of armed drones and excessive indulgences under his thumb if he just so chooses to pull the trigger.

q is on the same spot. here's something where almost haunts him:

#do not strike me down if there's any mischaracterizations in that it was rushed and the idea was good at the time. i am groveling before you #the quote drove me insane by the way; the same way you want to study me i want to pick your brain and study you in turn. you're fascinating #sorry this look so long i had to pick myself up from the floor. your schedule is a mystery and so is mine; guess who just slept at five am #simplifying the dlcs for comedic purposes they're all great in their own ways but Dead Money is the one that burnt itself #into my parietal lobe #studying anon #anonhymns #hymnswords

officially pacing-around-the-halls hours. witness me

#studying anon #hymnhums #hymn undergoes ordeals only known to heracles' shoulders #giddy madness. i'm doomed

I first clicked on your post when it popped up, and it was very entertaining to see each addition of tags. Happy to contribute to any on-set madness! They possess a huge portion of my brain.

- studying anon

happy to hear my descent to delirious madness is entertaining you, i'm about to be the whole goddamn circus.

#YOUUU. shaking my fists at you. when i GET you.#i hope you're having fun at the madness you've sparked here no one's ever put their knife this close to my pericardium #stop perceiving ghosts i am not meant to be seen /lhj #studying anon

Rain checks accepted and stashed! Pleasure doing business with you. But please remember rain hurts ghosts so don’t stand out there too long.

- studying anon (tumblr should really let side blogs send in asks already)

Pleasure is all mine. Something something wishing what you love is good for you; I like the rain. So much so that I can't find it in me to complain even when I'm drenched head to toe, something comforting about the cold. Office gouges my words out of me and stuffs it in a high shelf I can't reach. Have this instead, something warm for you