As I'm listening to To the Beginning, I write down that weird but true nick. Well. I guess a week of intense OOO, in its own renessaince, has brought me back to...
Transformative fiction at first. And then Dw. NaNoWriMo. And I also ended back here. Hey, I have no idea why, but maybe I don't want to clutter my brand new, polished journal with what will hit me in November. 'Cause I like my journals clear and precise and fanfic so unfanficy you can't tell and, *come on*, games and challanges are just me! So, keeping the conception secret would be boring, where do I put my thing once I make the words digital??
Wattpad. At least it's way easier than distributing typewriter copybooks... Which, err, yes, is what I do when I'm not in the icons-and-tags mood.
Magia.
Funny thing is, thanks to my ff being so horribly weird, I still dare to say I've *actually never written any fanfiction what-so-ever*. Yes, the fanfiction on the level of Shakespeare or Tolkien. See what I mean? You have to *think* about it to even realise it IS fanfic. - Not so the kind where you actually use concretely described characters, their names, laws set by canon. I just fan, study, do my take or derive. And call it fanfic, yeah. Or also not.
That's complete offtopic anyway.
...Hm, offtopics are kind of my thing. And babbling, Neologistic ways. Madly scribbling over surfaces in living spaces; unfortunately, not always mine (but hey, I can stop myself if there's paper trash..).
No, honestly, I can see myself I'm queer as hell. That's okay, 'cause I like disruption and devils. ... I'm a bit boring in that I don't know how to describe myself besides telling of my deviant scribbling, doodling and social habits. ..I *look* pretty?? Well, it counts for something. And maybe that if you want to pacify this dangerous animal, present a sacrifice of elderberry sorbet, lime, cucumber, possibly mint popsicle, matcha icecream, milky lollipop, maple lollipop or good cachaça, mead, absinthe. Mizu-yokan..?
Neverending.