The Oneiromancer is the crime-fighting fanfiction-writing alter-ego of a mild-mannered psychiatric nurse named John. By day, he helps the sick and does really far more paperwork than you imagine a nurse to do. By night he scribbles strange and often angsty fanfiction for a variety of fandoms, mostly those with a connection to Evan Peters. And on days off, sometimes he does the scribbling during the day too. Oh, and helps the sick on night shifts. It's all terribly confusing.

When not scribbling, working, or sleeping, he enjoys running, martial arts, posting riddles on Facebook for friends to get annoyed about, cooking, Pilates, reading, and thinking up new and ever more sarcastic responses to people's inane mouth-noises. John's favourite colours are Depakote and Hydroxizine, and he will never ever get contact lenses.

John enjoys manipulating a clearly severely disturbed young man into a cuddly little urchin who just needs a hug and some cake in "American Horror Story", and exposing the dark, silly, and often downright annoying effects of super-speed powers in "X Men". Other fandoms may occur, but are generally superceded by the grand overarching delusional state in which any character played by Evan Peters is obviously the most wonderful thing to ever happen to its respective universe. John and Evan are going to get married, Evan just doesn't know that yet. They will be very happy together. John's boyfriend is totally aware of this fact.

John inhabits a small house in the frozen North-West of England, where he continually complains about the cold because he is a Soft Southern Jessie from London. He is 17 in his head and a lot older than that outside of it, shorter than you think, and a big fan of dogs, root beer, and satirical television and film.

Requests and prompts will be gladly received via PM or reviews. Please enjoy John's work responsibly.