Archive of Our Own

Bio

I write about men who would rather perish than admit they’re feeling something. They don’t perish. They do something worse (and much more fun).

Slow burn, longfic, drama, and eventually E-rated lapses in judgment. I update once or twice a week—subscribe so AO3 can remember for you.

Because transparency matters: I often use AI tools while drafting scenes, but the plot, characterization, and emotional damage are entirely mine. In practice this mostly means torturing the AI into producing hundreds of versions of the same sentence, arguing with it about tone until it sounds right, rejecting all of those versions anyway, and then drinking too much coffee because somehow it is 4 a.m. again.

(Note: The AI also helped draft this transparency note. Many times. Poor thing.)
(Note: The note about the AI writing this note was also written with the help of AI. At this point the note may achieve sentience. Danger, Will Robinson!)