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… Am I really fine, or am I just really good at lying?
I don't really know, lately, I've been on autopilot and my mind
Keeps me awake, every single night, I stay up late
I don't know how to sleep when I'm overthinking every little thing

 

Professional menace. Amateur time traveller. Writes at 3am, edits 1–23 months later. Will fight God and/or canon for ship rights.
Powered entirely by spite, instant noodles, and wonky wheels.

Chaotic Crip. Here for Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Crack, fics that push the boundary between crack and genuinely amazing.... and, of course, the emotional support side character.
Writes like a raccoon in a garbage bin — sometimes it’s treasure, sometimes it’s rabies, sometimes it's 200 words, sometimes it's 11,000 words in two days (see the poetry folder).
Ships? Many.
Regrets? Even more.

You know that person who reads 400 fics and publishes... I was going to say none, but I have now published things... Yeah. That's me!
Warning: tags are probably longer than the fic is.

Current status: procrastinating writing by writing this bio.

Always chasing stories with intersectional experiences.
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Remember: authors are not responsible for sudden emotional damage. Proceed with caution.

Tags are a suggestion. Not a promise.

 

Do my little lonely dance
Performing for my only fan
'Cause it's my kinda party
My room is where my heart is
I do my little lonely dance
I don't need you to understand