Lavender coffee

Lvl 18 :D She/her My fav things are rain and boba Ao3 : FrostBurn23 i <3 my boyfriend :D

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Chapter 25 of The Heart Grows Fawn'der is out nowwww

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56988082/chapters/225571981

Feast my children Perhaps listen to "Two's a party" by Hania Lee while reading. I had it on repeat while writing. That and pink smoke by the Scary Jokes!!

[soureee]

Professor Strade AU

you should laugh at his joke or gonna be stuck in the basement🤓

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Oh my godddd wait no I need to write professor au headcanons

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New chapters of The Heart Grows Fawn’der coming soon!!

Calc final was today! Just a few more college things to finish up and I WILL be back on that fanfic :3 I’ve missed writing it so much, I’m so excited to have the time! I’ll have to reread it and such to make sure I don’t jank up my own story but there should be a new chapter this month :) stay tuned! Apologies for the wait!

ps I’ll also start posting more on here again, it’s another thing I miss <3

Trust me with your entertainment :D

[luckyfinch]

will u ever write for btd ? Mayhaps YKMET with the new games approaching?

if this post gets 20 likes i will finish my Ren/Reader draft ❤️

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Post post post post

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hopefully what I’ve written for my fics thus far shall tide my dear readers over cuz I’m starting up second semester of school AND a new job so uh, it’s gonna be a bit before I get back to it😭

if only I had all of the time and energy in the world, big sighssssss

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Just curious what you consider to be an OC over a reader insert? Not trying to be mean, but I know ppls tolerance for traits given to insert characters are vastly different.

I know authors tagging their named OC works as "x reader" is an issue on Hazbin AO3, and not even blocking (character)/original character(s) solves it, but what else falls under OC for you? Is it when the insert has too much personality? Is it when they have a backstory? Can you live with physical features being described or do you want it to be as vauge as possible?

Again, I'm really trying not to be mean, just fishing for information. I may or may not have much suggestions to give since all I need is for the insert to be nameless. Sometimes I just use the y/n web extension to change the OCs name to y/n or some random name picked from a generator lol.

Oh you’re all good! Doesn’t come off as mean at all :3 !

For me, I think my main issue is backstory. Like for example, a broken family, a very specific traumatic event that alters the character, a specific past partner, etc. It really just takes me out of the moment, and while it can be well written, isn’t for me.

Same goes with specific physical features. I’m a mixed person of color, so yk the classic and pale skin kinda pisses me off when it’s x reader especially

Name I can deal with if it doesn’t change the character! I don’t mind it so much

Then there’s the case of personality which I prefer to be more vague, but honestly as long as the reader isn’t a push over or as I always say, a weenie😂, I can like it! I just have such a strong personality; I don’t take shit, I’m incredibly confrontational, and I just can’t stand cowards. So seeing so many readers turned into a little small girl who needs protecting just— UGH I can’t 😔 there was a really good multiple sans AU fic I was trying to read awhile back and the characters were all SO well written but I couldn’t get over the reader being a little bitch every five seconds😭 and also she had a backstory that affected her character a ton so I just couldn’t

I feel like I always sound so picky with my fics, but yk, “all I ship is myself and a good time”, so I can only truly enjoy those. Thanks for asking and if you have recs I’ll gladly take em :3 !

[pannman]

Reader is playing video games*

Alastor: alright I’d say you’ve had enough of that game. Now come with me to visit cannibal town. I have some errands to run and I’d like you to come with me

Reader: No way! I can’t quit now! I’m about to level up! I’m at like 67%

Alastor: …

Alastor: 67

Reader: ….what?

Alastor: 67

Reader pauses game and turns towards him

Reader: Alastor… where did you hear that from?

Alastor: I have my ways

Reader: Alastor, I don’t do this often but let’s make a deal

Alastor: what kind of deal?

Reader: I will go with you to cannibal town. In fact, I will limit my screen time to 40 minutes a day like you’ve always wanted

Alastor: and what you exactly do you get out of this deal?

Reader: you never EVER do that again

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Anybody got any good Alastor x readers where the reader isn’t a weenie and is like, an actual reader insert 😔 every time I find a nice long one they have the reader basically as an oc

maybe I’m too picky but I just YEARN

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The Heart Grows Fawn’der Christmas special :D

I’ve wrote a lil somethin somethin for Christmas! It’s technically non canon since it’s out of place in the plot; just a little something fun! Merry Christmas, Sinsmas, and happy holidays to all!!

silly moment :

“And now!” You announce with a grin, pulling a glowing, fake red nose and turning to Alastor, who was conveniently seated next to you on the carpet.

“Mmmm, no!” He says, turning his head away.

“Yes!” 

“I refuse at the moment.”

You shimmy forward. He doesn’t move.

You smile. His stays the same, pressed line.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Lovely @luckyfinch’s Christmas Alastor ~

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oh he’s so freaking amazing

Perfect crucifix size except man is neither the lord nor the devil. He is the riverrrr

Amazing creator of him and boyfriend : @luckyfinch

[luckyfinch]

i created this ugly fucking thing for my beautiful girlfriend for christmas.

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My boyfriend made me a Lawerence doll for Christmas I love him so much he is so weird looking my dear boy

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Voters for this BTD poll, who is the gayest of them oll?

BTD Strade

BTD Ren

YKMET Strade

YKMET Ren

Lawrence

Celia

Derek

Mason

Fox

Other (explain in the comments)

Voting ended onDec 30, 2025

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Celia my misandrist queen :3 I’d be her pet for life that also doubles as a house wife that she hides in a little penthouse and I go “hello honey my darling fellow gal pal that likes me romantically :D”

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ellowow! Found your account really peak, and i love ur ykmet/btd fics. As someone who actually finds ykmet (especially strade nd ren) as coping mechanism and mental comfort, would you mind writing a scenario (or making headcanons? :D) where MC struggles to understand their own emotions and is constantly needing physical comfort (hugging, snuggling, etc) and how ren and strade acts with it? Thankyou so much!! 《3. Strade and ren had helped me feel less lonely and genuinely made me feel heard thats why i loev them sm :p

Oh hell yeah! This'll be fun since I wanna keep em in character while doing comfort! Very fun challenge and I'm so happy you like my writing!!! I love all the scrimblos

I'll write Strade's as MC being a pet alongside Ren, and for Ren, MC being his pet after Strade's gone

Strade & Ren x MC who struggles understanding emotions

Comfort stuff, but TW for general BTD and YKMET things, they are still crazies in adult games l o l

Strade

As we know, Strade has "Dark empathy" and can feel the emotions of others strongly

After all, that's what he gets off on when he hurts people

You, though, his little pet whom he's taken in to play with (alongside Ren), just can't seem to understand your own!

He's not baffled, per se; he's seen it before, but he finds a certain pleasure in how you rely on him for comfort, which he'll always gladly provide

If you're upset and don't know why, or even if you're mad, sad, etc... he'll simply kneel in front of you...

"Mien Liebling, what's wrong? Did I play with you too roughly? No? Ah, your brain bothers you again? That won't do, cmere~"

He likes trying to get you to talk about it first and work through it on your own

He absolutely adores how your brain works, even when it's dark (especially so, fucking freak)

He praises you when you slowly recognize what it is you're feeling, and if you just can't seem to, he'll praise you anyway for trying so hard for him

He might try to reinforce some physical pain into a comforting experience, though

Cut you up when you're feeling overwhelmed, getting you to "focus on the pain"; your mind releases endorphins for the pain, and makes you start to believe this is helping

In a way, it does help- you never have time to get caught up in your own stuff when he's playing mind games

He's sweet, though

In a way

He'll trace your scars (especially the ones he made) and tell you how much he loves the real you

You're not too sure what that means sometimes

On a lighter note...

LARGE MAN WITH SOFT, ROUND BODY = ultimate cuddles

His presence, though at times terrifying, is somehow the most calming thing known to mankind when he wants to be

So open about his adoration for you

Makes you feel so special

What is there to question when he looks at you with.... those eyes?

Ren

Ren, our sweet dear, also struggles with emotions

Oftentimes, he doesn't know what to say, and just kinda...tries to sit on you? NOT LIKE THAT-

He curls over or around you with his big, fluffy tail

He probably doesn't even know the pressure is as comforting as it is, but he's just thinking SQUISH IT SQUISH IT BURY IT BURY IT

Which is honestly his thought process for anything stressful, but anywaysssss

He craves the feeling of being needed, so you constantly wanting physical comfort is HIS biggest comfort

While he cooks, his tail will wag if you come up behind him and wrap your arms around him

Almost burns stuff all the time because he'll drop EVERYTHING

Bro could be rage gaming, and he'll turn to you like NO MY PRETTY PRINCE/PRINCESS WHAT'S WRONG????

Seriously, for all the red flags this man has, I DO NOT THINK he would ignore you in favor of a game, especially when you're going through it

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, BRO?! STOP USING UP ALL MY SUPER MEOW MEOW RAINBOW RINGS AND HEAL ME WE'RE GOING TO LOSE THE RAID-" *You tap him* ":0 Baby, what is wrongggg? Noooo come hereeeee tell me all about it right now!"

He might go overboard on baby talk, so if you hate that, you're gonna have to tell him

He sees it in the romance visual novels he's playing as "research."

Has a list in his notes app of what helps the most when it comes to comforting you

Doesn't bother trying to figure out your emotions with you cuz bro sucks at that shit too

If you're a fan of his ears and tail (WHICH WHO ISN'T???), he'll take your hands and plop those bad boys on his ears and let you go to town

Tells you he loves you a million times a day, and if you hit him with the "Say it again :(" He melts and says it TEN million more times

First request kinda nervyyyyy

UGH THEY'RE SO CRAZY BUT I SWEAR THEY HAVE GOOD QUALITIES THAT MAKE ME MELTTTTTT Along with the spookiness, cuz me love to feel scared and then feel soft :3

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Adventures Of A Not So Average Voxtech Employee Chapter 5 : Christmas Episode ~VoxTech Employee Edition

You're a Voxtech employee working a sinsmas party! Wowie!

I wanted to go ahead and post this on here as well, since it could lowkey be a silly christmas one shot!

Word Count: 2.4k~

Here's the ao3 link tho if you prefer !

This year, you are Santa’s assistant.

Not literally, of course, but for the annual Sinsmas party in your department. 

It has its perks, you suppose. You get to choose the food, the theme (which is Sinsmas…obviously, but there were votes for Hawaiian for some reason), and what you get to work on for the party.

However, the real Sinsmas gift of this year’s party is that your manager is out on a holiday vacation! Either with the husband she hates, or one of the younger men she cheats with; either way, the entire office is practically buzzing with holiday cheer.

“Okay, people, tomorrow morning, 10 am, Santa’s coming to town–”

“SANTAAAA OH MY GODDDDD!” Dave screams, jumping up and down.

“Yes…” You trail off, looking at one of your other coworkers, whispering ‘I thought he was still respawning from— no, never mind.’ You clear your throat, “Anyway, we actually really need a volunteer for Santa this year. You know, dress up for shits and giggles. And for pictures! If any of you have kids, you can bring 'em…I think, I’m not actually sure—“

One of your coworkers raises their hand. You had told them to wait til the end, but she was going to continue staring at you with that annoying stare of ‘LOOK AT ME BITCH’ until you acknowledged her.

“Yes, Christy?”

“Who’s bringing the fruit cake?” 

“I don’t know, the Grinch? Satan? Nobody likes that.“ The words leave your mouth like a flood, so you try to force a smile and change your tone. “You can, my highly respected fellow worker at the place where I work. You can provide it.” You blink and quickly turn your gaze away from the surprised gazes of those around you, feeling the impact of your unexpected attitude. “Or anybody. All food will be posted on what we need, and everyone can sign up for what they want to bring…and you’re gonna bring it!”

Damn it, they’re going to start ostracizing me again…ugh, what bitches….

Another hand raises.

“Yes, Christy?”

“Is the party tomorrow or on Christmas?”

“I don’t know why it would be tomorrow OR Christmas, Christy, so I’m going to say neither. I got the email that it would be soon, and there was no decided date.” You state simply.

“No, it's tomorrow.” Another coworker chimes in. They’re one of the more tolerable demons, and that’s probably why they were deemed as an elf for the party. It is possible that your boss was actually making fun of their short stature, large pointy ears, and that they are not actually going to be helping you put this all together.

“...What?” You ask slowly.

“It was decided a minute ago.”

“No way—“ they shove a phone in your face, pointing to a VoxTech email.

Dear VoxTech employees of the script writing, composition, and editing department, Section A2! It has come to my attention that there needs to be a Sinsmas party! This conflicts with your 80-hour (or more, depending on workloads) work schedule! So hurry up and get it over with! By the end of tomorrow! VoxTech appreciates your commitment to our company!

—Vox

You stare at the screen so long that your coworker’s arm begins to tremble. Your lips press together, and you give one of your horns an irritated scratch.

“There’s no way he took time out of his day to write this bullshit.” You groan. With a quick breath, you begin writing on your Voxtech-issued assistance tablet. “Okay, I’m sending out the digital forum for everything. If some people could help me set up after hours,s that would be great.” You clap. “Okay, gang, dismissed, hashtag merry sinsmas or Kwanzaa or Hanukkah!”

You’re not surprised you’re the only one setting up after hours. Or that you are the only person who is on the “party crew”. OR that your manager emailed you that if the place isn’t decorated top to bottom, she was going to maim you. You cannot come up with even the most minuscule of clues as to why she gives a single fuck about how this party looks.

“Why the fuck does she even care? She’s not fucking here, she’s only watching through the damn cameras.” You kick over a bucket full of fake snow. You’ve taken off your work shoes and use your hooves to spread the suspicious substance around. It’s rather tough fake snow, and somehow also cotton-like, so you fully trample it to make it even across the office and walkable. “Vox-Tech approved the box says, but watch this stuff contain asbestos or some shit….” You’re so deep in your own Sinsmas-themed misery that you don’t notice the glowing screen that’s entered the room.

“Sheep hooves, too?” Vox says, leaning against. “Pfft, tacky.”

“AH!” On instinct, your legs push you into the air and away from your boss. You sputter a greeting as soon as you realize it’s just big boss Vox. “Oh, hello, sir.” You say with a small tip of your head, before turning back to kicking around the fake snow and attempting to ignore the embarrassing screech you just let out. You know he’s giving that big, vicious, demeaning smirk…but you choose not to look up at him, and focus on your task.

“You know, I figured you would’ve just gone home.” He murmurs. Your eyes drift to the mug he’s holding: a blank Voxtech cup. The scent of rich hot chocolate wafts with the steam, and your nose twitches, your sensitivity immediately catching the awful kick of fire brandy that he must have loaded in.

“You couldn’t just add a bit of cayenne? That’s a more common thing, you know…”

“Spice? Disgusting. I don’t….eck, consume herb cum…” He shivers, takes a large swig of his drink, then shoves the cup into your hands. You drink, albeit looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips that want to ask what the fuck he’s talking about.

Can I complain to HR about this? Oh, wait, no, Valentino is his business partner…and probably boyfriend. You tilt your head back, finishing his drink in a compulsive act to spite him. At least doing this shit tipsy might be easier.

“HEY! You little shit!” He snatches the mug from you, one eye enlarging to look at the barren bottom of his cup. “Could fuckin’ take that from your pay.” His digital mouth is pressed into a large line that spreads across his face and downturns in the corners, causing a prick of nervousness to push at the back of your mind.

“Sorry.” You say quickly. “Please don’t fire me.” You don’t sound nearly as pathetic as you were trying to, though you doubt it would actually garner any sympathy. Despite your tone, he gives a huff and puts a hand on his hip.

“S’a joke.” He grumbles, tossing the mug into a trashcan. You almost pause on the odd action, but feeling the awkward tension grow greater than your confusion on whether he was actually joking or not, you quickly change the topic.

“Did you need something, sir? Everyone else went home, and I still have work to finish up after this.” You say, gesturing at your computer, which glows a soft light in the dim office. “I can try and get whatever you need right now, though. I assume it's urgent.”

“...Yeah, actually.” He claims, as though realizing it for the first time. Slowly, his charismatic, toothy grin spreads across his screen. “I do need something.” He tilts his head and points a finger at you. “I need you to go back to your Voxtech-assigned apartment and go to bed.” He says it so softly, it nearly gives you chills. 

Not in a sweet way, just…there’s more behind it. And with all the shit you’re dealing with, you’d rather there NOT be more behind it.

“…huh?”

“This…display of Sinsmas cheer is…well, okay, it looks fucking awful. I have no problem in saying that.” He presses a button on his own screen. “Velvette is taking care of it.”

“I thought—“ The words barely leave your mouth when both his hands clasp onto your shoulders from behind, materializing impossibly fast from his electrical transportation. “WOAH, okay houdini .”

“We’ve got media shit to do. So be a good little elf and go back to your room and fucking sleep.” He removes his hands, grin getting wider. “Papa’s going full Santa this year.” He starts laughing way too intensely for this situation.

“Oh, um…,” You pause. “Okay.” You give another nod, grab your unpacked bag, and jet out of there.

“I’m Santa’s helper…dick.” You mumble as soon as you get in the elevator. “Not that it matters. WOOOO SLEEP! Wait…wait, but I was supposed to work on all that by myself!” The elevator doors shut and begin taking you down to the apartment floors.

You choose to accept your possibly fatal fate like a bad ass child accepts coal as their only gift.

“I told ya Vee, look at how epic my lil’ worker bees got it!” Velvette exclaims, gesturing to the

“Thank you so much, ma’am!” You exclaim, looking around. “This is actually amazing! Are you guys going to be taking pictures soon?”

“You bet your ass! Like I said, MEDIA SHIT!” Vox snickers, rubbing his hands together. “Ohoho, the people of hell are gonna eat this shit up!”

You look at Velvette.

“Ma’am, is he good or…?”

“Ugh, yes, babe. Of course he is.” The influencer overlord doesn’t spare you so much as a glance from her phone as she snaps pictures of the party. “He’s always got his mind on being the best. That includes sad, low-level corporate Sinsmas parties.” She says pointedly. “Actually, can you get a pic of me by the tree? I’ve gotta get a twin shot.” The question is truly just a statement, because she doesn’t wait for your answer, and has you dragged to the oversized, blitzed out tree within seconds. 

You have to admit, red is really her color. 

“Love the Ms. Clause costume by the way.” You try to mention casually as you take her photos. She’s too busy posing to respond, but when she’s done, her picture-perfect smile drops, and she gives you the harshest eyeroll known to man.

“Costume, bitch, this is a designer Sinsmas outfit!” She nearly walks past you, but stops dead in her tracks next to you, and is suddenly looking you over. “Wait a minute, you’re actually very…” She raises your arms. “I know a few skimpy outfits you could rock for the cold weather~” She snickers. “Think Vox’ll let me borrow ya?” She laughs, waving Vox over. You try to creep away to the snack table, but Vox places his hands on your shoulders once he’s within range, leaning on you slightly.

“Yes, Vel? All done?” He asks, boredom only frosting when you try to slip from his hands. He doesn’t let you, of course.

“Can I borrow this one for a few outfits later this week? The Cool but Cozy Winter line needs another body, and this one is perfect!” Her hands go to your waist, shooting to turn you in different angles like her personal doll. Vox scoffs and tugs you away after only a moment of contact.

“Fuck no, get your own! I need this one working on my scripts.”

“Oh? You sure you’re not just mad I’d have one of your “best employees” running around with their holes out for Val to try and market?”

“Pfft, like I’d care,” Vox says with a laugh, though he quickly gets serious, muttering, “Shoo! Go to your weird ass broke party or whatever!” 

You choose not to question it. After all, Valentino would probably try to snatch your ass if you modeled for Velvette.

The two disappear from the party for a good while, and yet as soon as you’re going back for another round of snacks, Vox is back in the department, and making a beeline towards you with something in his hands. He looks around at your drunk coworkers, paying them little attention when he stops in front of you.

“Here.” He says, handing you a wrapped box. It’s not super tiny– but you had to use two hands to hold it. You’re surprised that the wrapping isn’t Voxtech themed, and instead find yourself pleased by the crisp, light blue and white colors with glittery snowflake detailing. “Your work is above average. Far beyond it. Very…good.” In the short time you’ve seen Vox, your boss, so enigmatic and full of corporate confidence, you didn’t think he could present as…awkward. And yet here he was looking like he would glitch if he gave you much more honest praise.

Honest praise from him? Is such a thing possible? It must be when his expression is…

“Good work.” He says, finally, turning on his heel and walking off briskly.

You don’t open the box until after the party, just in case your coworkers saw and got even pissier with you than they already are…or in case it's a bomb.

Sitting in front of your TV on the floor, you begin to unwrap the gift. It’s wrapped so well that you have to use your claws to split the paper, and you’re finally able to remove the cardboard lid and reveal what’s inside.

Encased in two sets of styrofoam, which you easily take apart, is a large drink container. It has a light blue, squishy outer layer for grip and insulation,  and the top was cool to the touch.

“Something you won’t break. Use it for your coffee.” You read, “Literally it's made of–” You have to squint and mutter to yourself, “Whoa, I thought they only had that material in the pride ring!” You can’t help but giggle. “I could just sell this shit…” You contemplate it for a hot minute. But then you actually use it for some hot, sleepy time tea and…

“Yeah, this shit is buss.” You murmur, curled up around the bottle at midnight. “I shall sheep….purrr…purrrr…..purrrrr.”

You’re out like a light, unaware of the electrical pulses that pulse through your new drink container. They throb like a heartbeat, sending you fast into the dark of your dreams, and allowing a certain Television demon to get a small peep into your personal life.

 Could he use the room’s cameras? Yes, but he has his own reasons for doing this. It’s not like you’re special; he checks on all his employees! Hell, this is the first time he’s checking up on you, and he’s already regretting it.

“Eck, weirdo…” Vox murmurs, cutting off his monitor. “Knew I should’ve gone with the Sinsmas glitter bomb…that would’ve been fucking hilarious, and I could’ve posted it.” 

OH GOD HE'S HERE AGAIN-

PLEASE NO CHRISTMAS VOX DON'T SHOW UP ALL OILED UP IN MY HOME NOOOOO NOOO NAURRRRRRR Edit : ME WHEN I FINALLY LEARN HOW TO INSERT DIVIDERS LETS GOOOO

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Wooooah Christmas Vox

Me looking for Vox under my tree hehe

Edit: For this one I would actually love some constructive critisism/tips :) I'm still getting the hang of digital art and used ibis art for this

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The Heart Grows Fawn'der update, silly moment, & shitty sketch

“Urghhhhh, one, two, three, LET’S GO!” You hop off the floor with a spirited bounce and instantly fall over, lightheaded.

Alastor swiftly grabs the back of your shirt.

“A little too much for the grand, magical human?” He asks, holding you up. You flail your limbs. 

Suuuper rough sketch of this lil scene, I thought it was funny and I just wanted to draw Alastor's silly ass face while he's being a dick

I also loved drawing him/shading him with just red and stuff. I should do more sketches like that, makes things feel sTaTiCyyyyyYyY yk? love u alastor fr Y/n is gold/yellow cuz ur a pretty pretty angel filled with angelic powers :3

Here's the chapter !

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finals is over bitches time for endless time to game and write fanfiction 😎