#sunkenhotel

yay uh i think

*well it's not really ship but it's the doors player and the pressure player. i specifically call them that and not expy or touri because they are fundamentally different and separate from ett because this was written before ett

recently cleaned up some of my old drafts relating to pressure and whatnot, throwing them all into a folder for archival, and didn't want to leave this in the dark forever. it's not too long but it mattered to me quite a bit. preface has a lot more words, so yea

this is a little "what if the doors player and the pressure player met after their games? lol" and, in my own words, "the whoel fic in its current is more of an exr-p character study but STILLL. explodes". the most notable thing about this is that it was written a month or so before ett started gaining traction (on tumblr, i think??)

to whoever's reading this, i hope you enjoy it as much as i gained joy from it ^^ i wrote this sleep-deprived, agonizingly waiting in the airport, the only though driving me awake being "you can project your pains onto fictional characters, you know" and a-60 rooms. despite everything, i remain fond of it i miss them dearly

people on tumblr love fem expendable and people on twitter love fem tourist