![]() ![]() Walking back through the wards around the house by the bay after Julia’s driven off, as alone as he’s been in his entire life, Quentin has a vision of what’s to come. Huge thanks one last time to & for listening to a truly ungodly amount of screaming about this thing since i began working on this series just shy of nine months ago, and to, literally, every single person who has read it along the way this has really been the most spiritually fulfilling totally deranged pandemic coping mechanism i could have asked for, & that’s in large part thanks to the loveliest little fandom on this dumb website. ![]() most of all, it is a story about quentin coldwater getting every single thing that he deserves. it is an attempt to settle a number of thematic scorers with the show itself, and also a much more personal story than i thought it was when i started writing it. it’s story about: the part that comes after the aftermath clawing your way back to personhood when you’re not convinced it’s worth the effort how to fix something if you can’t put it back how it was where magic comes from and what it can be for unlearning the stories that have kept you small proof of concept falling in love. This started as a story about quentin coldwater after a nervous breakdown, figuring it out by the beach, and technically it is that, to the tune of 330k words. ![]() “You know the worst part of getting exactly what you want? When you realize that only a fucking asshole would have wanted it in the first place.“ ![]() How a resurrection really feels (complete!) ![]()
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