This is kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. I'm not looking to connect with people or bond in fandom or what have you. I do this because I think I can write, but I'm generally not the type who would admit to writing this kind of thing IRL unless you waterboarded me until eyeliner came out my nose. My chief goal in all this mess is to affirm whether I can actually write worth 5h17 or whether I'm just a delusional hacklette. That said, try some of my gritty, wordy, profane, snarkily depressive and slightly slow-moving het fanfic (rated M; children keep out). If prose had a taste, this tastes like sketchy herb teas from a Chinese pharmacy in the ghetto, only with less chance of liver failure (yay!). Feel free to evaluate my writing if you are of human intelligence and have meaningful, well-thought-out criticism. If you are a troll, don't bother. I can smell troll sentence structure a satellite away and I will moderate your @55 but good.

At some point, someone is going to ask this (no, I know you will; don't deny it), so just for everyone's information, I am a woman. This should become obvious when you read my writing (men generally do not spend time describing fabric or plants), but in the past I've had a weirdly large number of people mistake me for a gay man online.*