Thank You Lemon Of Snicket For Permanently Altering My Writing Style

i designed a PHM cover in Keynote because graphic design is my passion

I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

Ma'am this is the space restaurant we only serve bumpy fruit and severed tentacle

this is how I feel about kids' games. samey neon 3D art and clickbaity drama be damned I could give Gen Alpha something with Story and Heart

I need to get into mobile game development so I can make puzzle games for middle aged moms. those women deserve better than predatory energy systems and weird fetish ads every 3 seconds. I could be the one to give them something better. I could give them a candy crush clone with SOUL.

"fuck shit fuck fuck uhhh"

(types a number into a calculator)

(looks back at the sum again to check i typed the right stuff)

(types the rest of the numbers)

"ohhhhhh. i am an evolutionary weak link 👍"

god i hate writing for this stupid fucking fandom.

no one knows what the hell is going on. the timeline is all over the place. my favourite character (wet cat archaeologist with visions) gets taken into custody and we never see her again. no one ages. those Fuckass Drones break the laws of physics so hard I have to add magic into the worldbuilding so it doesn't all fall down

snippets from my old writing, about the same time. the story was about a magic student who enters people's dreams to solve mysteries. there's a lot of radiation and Chernobylesque imagery because that was my special interest at the time.

thank you lemon of snicket for permanently altering my writing style

(finishes intro to fic and posts it to AO3) EVERYTHING IS AMAZING I LOVE LIFE YIPEE

(one hour passes) hmm I should be banned from language

Shout out to the trope ever

"dream job"? you misunderstand me. my ideal job is to dream. paid by the hour to snork mimimi. for as long i can remember i have had a passion for being snug as a bug in a rug