I... uh, didn't see you come in. Please. Take off your robe, let me examine you first, bathed in moonlight. What, that's just the light from my ugly floor lamp? Hush. Arguing doesn't suit you this night. After all, it's just us. And an About section that needed something special in it for a very awkward author who doesn't know how to endear themselves to others easily.

Complex protagonist apologist, Satanist, Horrorhead/weirdo eccentric, recovering Tsundoku, obligate Switch (the "sexy" kind, not the Nintendo kind) Genderqueer, Pansexual, Feminist, unlikely romantic and definitely correctly assumed pervert. Dying from ennui. Hey, I was recently told my voice sounds, "squeaky and robotic", so I guess that guy can kindly go fuck himself with his dad's dick. I decay slowly inside of a library's walls, with video games, weird music, and fan fiction as the only thing keeping me buoyed in these choppy waters of mediocrity and ongoing terror. Please, join me sometime. 

I sold my soul and too many years to count at an institution of higher learning to learn how to write what I wanted to and all I got was a head full of perversions and obsessions.

I'll be happier once I finish revision of my novel, whose last official update was in... what, 2016? 17? I'll also bug everyone who cares to be my Beta for the new version, so answer my messages if you want in on that. I grouse about my updates on Exquisite Poison in the author's notes of my weekly updated fan fictions on Ao3, so if you would qualify as a "mega fan" of whatever the hell it is I do, check that out. Not posting any new fan fiction here, because... really? Really? This is the best this platform can bother to do for fan fiction?

Check out my fan fiction, if you want, it's free: https://archiveofourown.org/users/WhenYouGrowUpYourHeartDies/works