Endlessly simping for characters that can't return affections. But that's what's writing is for, right? 

No life gaaaaang.

Friendly and snarky, and love all the sass from others. Don't be afraid to poke me, I'm usually around. 

Sleeping hours? Hah. Erratic at best. Sleep is for the weak vs. Sleep for a week! The battle continues...

Lewd and crude, with a mix of angst sprinkled into my stories. Don't expect constant fluff from me, though I do so adore the cute shit. 

Also, I often reject Canon deaths. Why? Is it because I love the characters, or because I want to kill them off myself? Your guess is as good as mine.