Okay so I finished reading Passerine.
And oh, my good fucking God's.
I cried a little bit. And let me make that a point, I don't cry often. I hardly cry at all, and this.
T h i s . I cried at the end, right at the end.
Technoblade my FUCKING beloved.
The writing is exquisite and it made me feel so many heavy emotions, every single chapter brought a new dance of push and pull and wondrous chaotic emotions in my chest.
Every part of it, even the derealization and all the wacky stuff, it hit so fucking hard.
I cannot recommend this enough, I mostly read and write fanfics that don't even come close to this level of emotional damages, and just...
I hesitated at the word count, I hesitated at the tags. But I don't regret reading it one bit.
Well maybe I do a bit, because now every time i look at a picture of Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy or Philza I get a fucking heartache and I feel my stomach sink with this heavy feeling of grief and bittersweetness.