eff_ess_oe: Edited fanart of Morbius with Steve Buscemi's eyes. From Vinesauce Joel's "Wish Dumpster Diving 6" (Default)
2025-01-03 11:44 pm

wahahaha time to do another year in review post

Can't believe it's 20 fuckin 25. Sci fi dystopia ass year. Praying it doesn't actually become one (at least, not in my neck of the woods). But we're gonna put that aside and focus on more positive stuff. So here we go...

[SHIT I DID] )


[SHIT I WANNA DO MORE OFTEN] )

[SHIT I WANNA START DOING] )

Finally, I know I should've put this in the "Shit I wanna do more often" section, but I wanted to leave this out of a cut so ppl could read it without clicking any links. This is IMPORTANT. (or maybe not in the grand scheme of things, but oh well.) I wanna start posting on DW more often. I mean, I post fairly often on Blorbo.social (which y'all should totes follow me on if you're on the Fediverse), but this is better for more long winded diatribes. Or maybe even shorter diatribes. Idk. But either way I wanna post more updates about my life, back up more fics, maybe do some community posts if I find anything worth sharing. So expect me here more often? I dunno. Only time will tell. Anyway, happy new yonks, and peace out~~~
eff_ess_oe: Edited fanart of Morbius with Steve Buscemi's eyes. From Vinesauce Joel's "Wish Dumpster Diving 6" (morbuscemi)
2024-10-06 04:18 pm

Fanfic: Coronation, Abdication

After a good two weeks without any hyperfixes in sight, I finally have one again. This time, it's Inscryption. Again. Haven't really actively paid any attention to it in a while since the greater fandom died down, although maybe since it has, it'll be less of an ant-farm. Maybe next time I do an exchange I'll put in a req for it. In the meantime, here's a drabble.

Rating: G
Word count: 100
Warnings: Character death

He saw the wretched creatures on his daily walk through the woods.

Joined at their tails, they thrashed and yanked at each other, pushing each other down in hopes they'd be able to break free.

A pitiful sight, he thought to himself. Yet he found himself captivated by it. The way each of the rats tore their peers apart was almost poetic... Four equally damned souls not realizing the futility of their situation, chasing a victory that would never come.

Raising his camera, he decided to end their suffering... and commemorate it at the same time.

The Rat King...

Perfect.