- Joined
- Jun 4, 2024
- Followers
- 1
- Following
- 0
- Comments
- 2
I like to think of myself as an avid reader of Yuri, Gender Bender, and whatever random story happens to sink its claws into my brain. My taste? Impeccable. My backlog? A monstrous 300+ stories that I swear I'll get to... eventually. But for now, reading feels like a chore, so I’m doing the next best (or worst) thing—writing my own.
Am I any good? Absolutely not. My writing is the kind of low-tier slop that even fanfic readers might turn their noses up at, but hey, at least it’s my slop. I’d love to write an original story, but let’s be honest—fanfiction is way easier. Or at least, it should be. Somehow, it still manages to kick my ass.
But hey, that’s just the life of a serial reader-turned-mediocre-writer.
Week two of this beautifully unhinged coin-flip tradition, because why write like a normal person when I can gamify my indecision. Tails or heads—let’s go.
It’s tails.
Again.
That’s four times in a row now. I’m not even mad—just deeply,impressed by the commitment of this coin to the bit. At this point, I’m not driving the story, I’m just the vessel. Coin says Fic 2, so Fic 2 it is. All hail our shiny, unpredictable overlord.
It’s the 22nd! Time to spin the wheel of fate—aka flip the coin—like the responsible, totally put-together writer I pretend to be.
It’s heads!
The prophecy… has been broken. After four consecutive tails, the coin has finally decided to shake things up. Truly, a momentous occasion. Historians will remember this day as the moment the coin turned traitor—or maybe just got bored.
Anyway, guess we’re back to Fic 1. Let’s see how long this new era of chaos lasts.
April 23. No update today.
Why? Because I’m absolutely beat. Turns out being a college student and a part-time disaster takes energy. Who knew?
I’m just out here delaying my inevitable failure in life one coin flip and fanfic chapter at a time, so yeah… that’s all for today.
Tune in next time for more existential dread disguised as “creative output.”
So I left my update schedule to fate, flipped a coin like the responsible author I am—tails for the fic I actually planned to update, heads for the one I had no intention of touching.
Naturally, it landed on heads.
Which means, congratulations to the fic I was fully prepared to ignore—you’re getting an update. Not because I care, but because the coin said so. Truly, the pinnacle of decision-making. Who needs planning when you have pure, chaotic chance and low standards?
A new day, a new coin flip—because clearly, I’ve outsourced all responsibility to a tiny piece of metal. Tails was for Fic 2, heads for Fic 1.
It’s heads.
Which means, for once, fate actually aligned with my nonexistent plan. Shocking, I know. I can finally continue what I meant to do yesterday, like some kind of semi-functional writer. Don’t get used to it though—this level of alignment is probably a one-time miracle.
Another day, another coin flip—because consistency is overrated and I’ve fully committed to letting chance run my life. Rules still stand: tails for Fic 2, heads for Fic 1.
And it’s tails.
Surprisingly, that actually lines up with what I was thinking. I know, shocking—me having a coherent thought and the universe agreeing with it? What are the odds? Probably cursed. But hey, I'll take this rare alignment of fate and brain static while it lasts.
April 18. Time to let fate decide again, because planning is for people who have their lives together. Coin’s up—tails for Fic 2, heads for Fic 1.
It’s tails. Again.
I guess that’s fine... not like I had strong feelings either way. Totally not mildly disappointed but pretending to be chill about it. Anyway, guess we’re doing this. Thanks, coin. You’re the real author here.
April 19th—back at it again with the sacred ritual of letting a coin dictate my writing priorities. Tails for Fic 2, heads for Fic 1.
And it’s tails.
Again.
That’s three times in a row now. Really, coin? At this point, it feels personal. But sure, fine, whatever—guess we’re committing to this streak of accidental consistency. I didn’t ask for stability, but I’ll pretend it was the plan all along.
| Last Active: | 7 hours ago |
|---|---|
| Birthday: | Jun 19, 1995 |
| Gender: | Other |
| Location: | N/A |
| Homepage: | http://N/A |
I like to think of myself as an avid reader of Yuri, Gender Bender, and whatever random story happens to sink its claws into my brain. My taste? Impeccable. My backlog? A monstrous 300+ stories that I swear I'll get to... eventually. But for now, reading feels like a chore, so I’m doing the next best (or worst) thing—writing my own.
Am I any good? Absolutely not. My writing is the kind of low-tier slop that even fanfic readers might turn their noses up at, but hey, at least it’s my slop. I’d love to write an original story, but let’s be honest—fanfiction is way easier. Or at least, it should be. Somehow, it still manages to kick my ass.
But hey, that’s just the life of a serial reader-turned-mediocre-writer.
| Series: | 2 |
|---|---|
| Total Words: | 40,624 |
| Total Pageviews: | 4,875 |
| Reviews Received: | 0 |
| Readers: | 94 |
| Followers: | 1 |
