Honestly, I haven’t in a while.

Tumblr used to be where I went to be a fan. To be normal. To step out of my IRL self and exist a little softer, a little freer, with less masking. That space has been slowly stripped away from me, and I don’t really know what’s left of it anymore.

Years ago, I had a relatively sized fandom blog. I had a stalker who got into my account and exposed personal things to my family. Since then, I stopped using my name online. Anywhere. Not a single account of mine has anything tied to my real identity. That boundary is non-negotiable for me.

And now I’m supposed to prove my age with a video selfie and my GOVERNMENT ID… on a website where there are already photos of me everywhere? I’ve got tattoos, I post GIFs of myself smoking? And this is supposed to feel safe and reasonable?

No. I’m not crossing that bridge.

I’m out.

The profile will stay up, and I might still log in occasionally to look at fanart (if Tumblr even lets me do that without jumping through 47 hoops and a CAPTCHA designed by Satan). But I’ll be deleting my posts.

If you need me, I’m on AO3 with my unhinged little fanfics. Or at least I was, honestly I’ve been so demotivated lately I don’t even know if those will continue either. Since I've been scrapped I feel like I lost a lot of me, and I’m still trying to figure out what’s left.

I am a queer person. I am openly a communist. I am perceived as a woman in society.

I will never be “safe,” not in any absolute sense. But I used to have at least the feeling of safety here. The illusion of a space where I could exist, create, and be a fan without constantly bracing for impact.

That was taken away from me.

And I don’t really have anything left to say beyond that.

I’m done.

Fuck Tumblr.

This is an 18+ space, and let’s be honest, it hits better if your frontal lobe is at least halfway cooked (24+ preferred). Minors, turn around. Shoo. This is not your haunted house. Same goes to cis het men. This a women enjoyers blog only!!!

Agender. Bisexual. A small, feral creature with a degree in Forensic Science and a growing obsession with Criminology, I study bodies, behaviors, and all the ways people ruin each other on purpose.

I’m 27.

I make art. I write stories. Mostly about women who look at each other a little too long and call it fate instead of hunger. Sapphic romance is my domain. Yes, yuri is "niche." Yes, people keep saying it’s dying. I don’t care. I’ll drag it back from the grave myself if I have to, teeth first.

Aesthetic? Goth at heart. Execution? Punk as hell.

I like things that bite back.

I like desire that feels a little dangerous.

I like vampirism as metaphor, intimacy as consumption, love as something that leaves marks.

I’ve been writing fanfic for over 15 years, which means I believe deeply in emotional payoff, slow burns, and earning every single touch.

Expect angst, softness, girlfriends who desperately need therapy, and kisses that escalate emotionally and a lot of the most slutty sex you've read.

I post mostly Adventure Time / Distant Lands / Fionna & Cake, with a long-term, no-plans-to-recover obsession with Bubbline.

My current active works are:

Ethics 101 — a law school AU, a taboo romance study.

Fly Me to the Moon — an accidental pregnancy au, exes to lovers.

CANDY — best friends to lovers, camgirl/college AU.

Fics live on AO3 only. Tumblr is for edits, screaming, reblogs, and thoughts that should’ve stayed inside my head but didn’t.

All my works are locked for registered users only.

Asks & DMs open for:

- Bubbline brain rot

– Fic reactions & recs

– Telling me a chapter ruined your day (complimentary)

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