Menessmani
This is just a disaster. The one thing I do not need in my life is to get back into fanfiction. And yet here I am. Here we all are. Welcome anyway, I suppose. I'm Menessmani. I'm asexual, aromantic, agender, but I prefer female pronouns (old habits die hard), and ironically my favorite thing to do is speculate about fake relationships. It has been a very long time since I've been involved in fanfiction, but I recently got into anime again and, well. I do not update quickly, if I update at all, and I have a terrible habit of abandoning fics when I lose motivation, which is often. I usually only write when I'm procrastinating on schoolwork, so. Yeah. If you're reading this (first of all, why?), then thanks for the pageview. I have an AO3 as well, but my default over there is MistressEast. I'm gonna do my best to do something productive with this profile. Fanfiction.net Gothic you log in to check the reviews on your most recent story. 1 new review. you click on it. the only thing written is a string of strange symbols. you stare at it, but it makes no sense. but the more you stare, the more you understand, the more you know, until finally it makes perfect sense. everything makes perfect sense. you finish the last posted chapter of your favorite fic and check the date it was updated to see when you might get the next one. the date reads 4-2-1778. you suppose you can forgive the author for not updating recently. after all, the revolutionary war was a busy time for us all. your beta messages you. she wants you to fix a few mistakes. she wants to you to fix her mistakes. she wants you to fix her. it's time to change your profile image. you scan your files for a new one, settling on a picture that purrs when you crop it. as you import the new one, you hear your old profile pic whisper please don't send me back. you promised an update by midnight. your readers are waiting and it's 11:30. your fingers fly over the keys. it's 11:45. you just need to finish this page. it's 11:52. no time to check spelling or grammar-but wait a second. you look at the clock. it's been 3 am all along. all the keys on your keyboard are spiders. they skitter away. |
