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Bio

Hey y'all! I'm the local gremlin who promised myself I’d stick to one angsty-fluffy fanfic and instead woke up with three half-finished docs and a note that just says “add more angst and romance.” I write to survive feels, usually at 2 a.m. when the procrastination guilt hits. Dark poetry keeps me sane; fanfic keeps me fed. If you drop a comment, I’ll love you forever and maybe even update quicker. I read anything I can get my hands on—fanfics, library books, newspapers... anything that'll keep me occupied for a while. And when all those gloomy little feelings start coming, I write dark and depressing poems to cope, like this:

There’s a version of me that still tries,
but I keep her locked behind my ribs.
She scratches sometimes.
I call it anxiety. But some nights, when I’m quiet enough,
I swear I hear her dying.

Leave a kudos/comment/scream and I’ll trade you:(1) faster update (1) virtual butterbeer (0) promises that the next chapter won’t hurt.

Thanks for sticking around. Enjoy the ride, leave some crumbs if you can, and remember: I thrive on comments so....