i never lie about riverdale

marn | 30s | she/her i write a queer post-apoc road trip serial with my wife and gm interstitial infinity. i have never lied about riverdale ever [Prom Mafia]

[charaznablescanontoyota]

hey what’s up i’m marn (she/her)! i do like a billion things including writing serialized web fiction, doodling and drawing, developing tabletop games, streaming, and podcasting. you may know me as the creator of the “ain’t no party like a gatsby party” post, the dev of that king gizz inspired time loop heist ttrpg, the gm of interstitial infinity, a host of the argonauts podcast/dead teen house party/batman: bump in the night/posters in crisis, or the op of several inexplicably popular riverdale liveblogs (all of which are factual).

i run event management and stream/podcast/a billion other things over at @moonshotpods, and i write a gay post-apocalyptic adventure serial with my wife at @prairiesongserial!

other links:

my about page

my tag list

my carrd with most of my social links/projects

my ao3

my tabletop games

my finished horror web serial

[mancameron-deactivated20181209]

you know how a lot of things are spoiled for you b/c its the internet and tumblr has a lot of gifs, images, and all that. like its nigh impossible to go into a fandom without having things spoiled for them. however

i still have no fucking earthly clue what jojo’s bizzare adventure is even remotely about. the power of eyeliner? maybe

[thomasmomwell]

can't get over having "is one of the most popular Men’s Hockey RPF writers on Archive of Our Own, with over two million words and twice the page views of the next most popular writer" as your author bio on Penguin Random House dot com. girl at any point as you sat there collating other writers' page views did you doubt yourself or

[charaznablescanontoyota]

🎵 stephcass

this tornado loves you - neko case

my love i'm an owl on the sill in the evening but morning finds you still warm and breathing

hail to whatever you found in the sunlight that surrounds you - rilo kiley

pretend all the good things are for you pretend all the good things are for me, too and the weather changes about halfway between your house and mine

the walk - imogen heap

oh, i was doing so well could we just be friends? i feel a weakness coming on

volta - the crane wives

do you remember being sharp and needy? my heart was hungry like a fire tell me that you're still burning up and greedy i want you to make me feel alive

[charaznablescanontoyota]

♫ shadow and shigeo

i want you to hit me as hard as you can - we are the union

if it's best to fight fire with fire, then how do you fight indecision? how do you fight? slam the door in my face if you need to just be honest, just be honest with me

[autie-j]

Interview with the vampire

Second interview with the vampire

You're hired with the vampire

New employee orientation with the vampire

Training period with the vampire

Lunch break with the vampire

Getting yelled at by a customer with the vampire

I don't make enough to deal with this with the vampire

Can't find a better paying job with the vampire

Crying with the vampire

[the-technicolor-whiscash]

Watching shows from the 70s will have you saying things like "that guy looks like he would play a white ninja" and then you go to his IMDb page and find multiple instances of him playing a white ninja

[mysillycomics]

[lycanthropdyke]

incredible development in the outer wilds modding community

[cheaphalloweencostume]

cinephile really is like. the worst word for what it’s trying to describe bc it does literally just sound like a person that has jerks off to film tapes

when gods honest truth is that im fuckin the tapes!

[rabdoidal]

send me a 🎵 and a character/ship name and ill make a 3-5 song playlist for them!

[partyofonepod]

New Episode: Together We Write Private Cathedrals with Avery Alder

Avery is the designer of some of the most influential games in TTRPGs, including Monsterhearts, The Quiet Year, Dream Askew, Ribbon Drive, and more. We sat down for a beautiful and intimate story of queer romance told in the margins in Together We Write Private Cathedrals by Weaver Walker.

The love story of two gay men in a 1990s logging town, told through the letters and ephemera left behind.

You'll dig this episode if you like: Moments in queer history, historical gay romance, the stories told in the margins

496 - Together We Write Private Cathedrals with Avery Alder (Designer, Monsterhearts, Ribbon Drive, Dream Askew) - Party Of One

 Avery is the designer of some of the most influential games in TTRPGs, including Monsterhearts, The Quiet Year, Dream Askew, Ribbon Drive

[i-fuck-audis]

MY FUCKING CAR

[homunculus-argument]

2026 roommate: The dishwasher's loaded. 1926 roommate, having a black coffee, a cigarette, a shot of whiskey, two uppers and a downer for breakfast: Then what the fuck's he washing dishes for?

[charaznablescanontoyota]

♫ bitn steph!

hold on, hold on - neko case

the most tender place in my heart is for strangers i know it's unkind, but my own blood is much too dangerous

[were--ralph]

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[charaznablescanontoyota]

Gift + bitn harvey dent.

there was a knock from outside his dorm room sometime around dinner. harvey had been packing his things for a long night in the library, but paused in doing so and said, loudly, “yeah?”

“it’s me.” bruce’s voice was muffled by the door.

harvey pursed his lips. they had fought the last time they’d spoken; he didn’t remember what exactly it had been about, which was strange. usually every word of their fights stuck to him like a bruise he couldn’t stop pushing on. but he’d been overtired lately, most of his thoughts darkly circling the lsat like a whirlpool at their center.

“harvey?” bruce asked.

harvey realized he had gone very still, hand frozen around the strap of his messenger bag, breath stuck in his throat. he exhaled. “door’s unlocked.”

bruce entered, in an unusual-for-him burst of color. he was carrying two different floral arrangements, one under each arm, and they stood out against his black peacoat as brightly as a neon sign. harvey raised his eyebrows, silently.

“i wanted to apologize,” bruce said, offering a lopsided smile. his face was pink; impossible to tell if it was from embarrassment or from the chill outside. “i feel bad about how we left things the other night–i know you’ve been working hard–”

“nobody’s ever bought me flowers before,” harvey said.

“well,” bruce said, effectively stopped in his tracks. “i guess i ought to do it more often.”

he offered one of the bouquets, hand outstretched, and harvey took it. he didn’t have to be a genius to know they weren’t grocery store flowers. each arrangement looked like it had been done by hand, at some florist bruce had gone off campus and paid god-knew-how-much to–

“okay,” harvey said, making up his mind. “i forgive you. let’s not be mad at each other.”

bruce smiled wider, more sincere. “okay. let’s not.”

“two bouquets might be overkill, though.”

“i got talked into it,” bruce said. he was lying. harvey knew his tells. probably he was embarrassed about having gone too far, about spending in excess. “i couldn’t decide what kind of flowers you’d like…the florist gave me a deal on them, anyway.”

harvey snorted. “well. just flip a coin, next time.”