im literally so tired

Come one, come all to admire this raging dumpster fire!

I've always just lurked but now! -I'm actually posting-

(I like multiple folks and fandoms but my hyper-fixations hit hard and fast so please forgive the repeated topics,, I'm exclusively self-indulgent <3) (on that note be advised I do post/interact with nsfw!!)

I know yesterday I was all gung-ho and “be the change you want to see”

And I still am!☝️🙂‍↕️

But tbh I’m dry on ideas.

I know the tropes I want to use for this but not really any plot direction or concept.

I am ofc still talking about Toa and Felix, my new obsession

I’m back

Now☝️

I’ve had issues before with LOA not having enough fan content on AO3 (everyone remembers the Shepnax famine 😬, and now we are somewhat more fed🙂‍↕️) but I’ve returned with a new LOA demand

TOA AND FELIX DESERVE MORE HORNY FANFICS

I get it, LOA has beautiful lore and who doesn’t love the emotional bits. But you know what else I love? That giant himbo of a Goliath absolutely manhandling his tiny little anxious wizard 🤩😤

All this to say,

I’m getting on this and everyone else needs to as well,, <30 fics total is far too few and I WILL be the change I want to see in the world🙂‍↕️🥳

But I’m thinking of going kinda unhinged with this one…

I mentioned it sometime before but has anyone else read Haunting Adeline? And then proceeded to never view character with guns the same?

Anyways like I’ve said before I just think the gun scene would work really well between these two and I’m a self-indulgent whore soooooo

*rings lantern like a diner bell*

Alright freaky shepnax enjoyers,, here she is

Also must say, for being restricted the 3 restricted shepnax fics aren’t even bad😂

But what if it had a more haunting Adeline type punishment ending??

Theres a bridge behind the art and music schools that looks like it goes to nowhere. I used to see it nearly every night when I was spending hours each evening finishing ceramics projects. I only noticed it at night, when it looked like a suspended bridge leading into the abyss. It intrigued me and terrified me, drawing my eyes but never my body, never willing to march into the void, paranoid it would be my death. I felt that it was finally time to experience this place, in the day when my demise could be staved away by the light. Immediately it was mind-blowing to me how un-frightening it was. There were many people out walking or running, and at the end of the bridge there was an intersection of well-travelled hiking/biking trails. Having only taken note when it was empty and dark, I was surprised to see an up-to-date trail bulletin board, a comfortable looking bench, and even a well-equipped bike maintenance stop. My path was far more travelled and Human than I had anticipated; I always figured the bridge would be as much of a scene for a horror movie as I had imagined.  

I’ve lived in this town my whole life, and I’d never realized a river flowed through this part of the campus. I spent some time watching the river flow and observing what had been lost and caught on the banks and rocks. I find my eyes drawn to trash in nature; there's something grotesque and morbidly beautiful in the audacity and confidence of human presence and Things left behind. I always wonder what led to those items being forgotten. Was it dropped by accident and mourned for days to come? Did they think it was just trash and were too lazy to dispose of it properly? Was there some emotional break, ending in chucking this offending object off the bridge? Did something tragic happen and the owner didn’t survive to retrieve it? I’m never totally sure how it happened, and I end up thinking about it for days or weeks following. 

Today I saw a life jacker, marooned on a rock cluster in the middle of the river. I hope my mourning is unfounded, but I still see it there, abandoned. 

This is the very start of the first shepnax fic im writing!! not much to it yet but wanted to share anyways

mild location spoilers?

I’ve always dreamed of being a journalist for some high class paper. Maybe it’s because I want to show people the real world. The truth at it’s core. It feels like my whole childhood was constructed of beautifully intricate lies. There’s one tragic thing about lies. They always fall apart. I still haven’t uncovered everything from my past but I’m close, I know it. The one thing I’m sure of is that I want keep as many people as I can from falling into the same trap.

A good nights rest and a warm morning shower are just what I needed. I wouldn’t say I’m miraculously cured of all negativity, but I suppose this is a start. A distant but insistent ringing sounds from the bedroom.

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