saw a tweet many years ago that said the secret to writing is being horny, seeking revenge, or a mix of both, and I think about that every gd day

the agony of falling into a fandom that's like 10 people who share virtually no stylistic or shipping interests, just evangelizing to mutuals like look i promise this middle-aged man is so sad

Final chapter of my fic and Isaac Clarke finally gets a tiny break from misery. The horrors are endless, but we stay silly. archiveofourown.org/works/44747039…

this is what I mean when I say I want to live in a walkable city

me, staring at the fruits of a half-hour of googling: well i'm just gonna have to make up the subjective experience of being in space without a spacesuit, aren't i

it's #TransJayceWeek2023 time to repost the only non-sad fic I've ever written

Suppose I'm still on Twitter so I might as well post: I wrote a limited continuation of my Dead Space AU where Elizabeth Cross and Isaac Clarke are both alive and extremely mentally unwell. archiveofourown.org/works/47613337…

I wrote the Darkest Dungeon hurt/comfort fic where the Jester is miserable and the Leper cleans him up. archiveofourown.org/works/48657781

In which I emerge from the wilderness (romancing Astarion in Baldur's Gate 3) to post 14k words of sad vampire elf going through the emotional wringer. archiveofourown.org/works/49571662…

I participated in the #BaldursGate3 Big Bang this year with a short Astarion/Tav romance visual novel. Attend a party with Astarion! Be sad! Do crimes! Includes an 18,000-word script and modified versions of BG3 character creation and skill checks tlon.itch.io/crimson-night