Welcome to my own personal notebook!
Here you'll find all sorts of writing by me— poems, fanfiction, deranged 3AM ramblings... good times.
Look around, flip through, have a cup of Beverage™, but beware....
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My fanfics
This is what I meant by 'cringe content'. Fics are organized by date published
ReUnAlived: The Epic Sequel-Television-Show-Thing
Hermitcraft - 1,855 words - 1 chapter - 3/3/2023
An au where Joel, Grian, Scar, and Jimmy work at 100 HOURS HARDCORE SKATING RINK AND ENTERTAINMENT CENTER
or, a fic-of-a-fic of DeUnAlived by Starbud. (Please read it, it's so funny and also kind of necessary to understand like every joke in this.)
Grian & Scar & Joel & Jimmy
Uno - Freeform, No Angst, Attempt at Humor, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping
rejoice, the sky's fucking falling
Empires SMP - 6,465 words - 1 chapter - 3/30/2023
Jim has had enough.
He's had enough of being a toy, of not being able to cry or eat or sleep; of feeling a string wrapping around his neck every time he tries to speak, trying to shove pre-written and pre-recorded lines down his throat.
He's had enough of losing— Again. And again. And again.
And he's tired of hearing them laugh.
or: Jim goes on a villain arc, and apologies, healthy communication, and forgiveness ensue.
Jimmy & Joel, fWhip & Jimmy, Joel & Pixlriffs
Toy Jimmy, Body Horror, Identity Issues, Hurt/comfort, Temporary Character Death, Apologies, Loss of Adentity, Respawn Mechanics, Angst with a Happy Ending
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the eggshell ground
Hermitcraft - 1,844 words - 1 chapter - 7/21/2023
In which Ren cuts his hair, and loses a bit of himself in the process.
Rendog & BdoubleO100
Hurt/Comfort, Hair, Haircuts, Literal Sleeping Together, Hair Braiding, Grief/Mourning (....of hair. it makes sense i swear)
dizzying heights
Secret Life - 2,717 words - 1 chapter - 12/4/2023
a fic about guilt, and canaries. the two seem to go together often.
Jimmy & Martyn
Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Guilt, Jimmy's Canary Curse, Jimmy Needs A Hug, Abandonment Issues, Fluff and Angst, Character Study, Secret Life Session 5
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strangler fig (beat the pulse into your shoes)
Empires SMP - 3,369 words - 1 chapter - 12/10/2023 - Part 2 of 'i'm so sorry that you have to have a body'
After being a toy for so long, everything is too much for Jimmy. Even living in his own body. Joel helps.
or, a sequel to rejoice, the sky's fucking falling
Jimmy & Joel
Hurt/Comfort, Sensory Overloads, Guilt, Apologies, Forgiveness, Panic Attacks, Jimmy is Not a Toy, Jimmy needs a hug, Crying, Fluff and Angst, Platonic Cuddling
we tried the world (good god, it wasn't for us!)
Hermitcraft - 3,326 words - 2/12 chapters - 2/10/2025
Last Updated 7/10/2025
Tango Tek has been running his whole life— but when his spaceship crash-lands on an ocean planet, he suddenly needs to face his past or be swallowed by a crushing sea. Miles beneath the surface, Tango's time is running out- and he may not be as alone as he thinks.
Or: This is my passion project and it's been giving me brainworms for literal years. Please read it. Please.
Tango & Jimmy
Alternate Universe - Space, Astronauts, Aliens, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Ambiguous Relationships, Slow Burn, Classic Literature References, Science Fiction, Other Tags to be Added
Poetry
late august
late august came
to my doorstep with its
chill and
i cried,
"i only wish that everything
would stay exactly as it is,
forever"
and God
smiled sadly and
said,
"I'm so sorry;
but that's just not
how this works."
wherefore art thou
oh lord,
i worry i'm too good
at weaving guts together
until they're love
and turning my pain
into something beautiful,
beautiful only to others
and not to me
i always remember things as i'm leaving
which made me think
if i promise to leave enough times
i'll keep on coming back
to remember more of me
than i left behind
i try with great difficulty and eventually fail to describe the vastness of the texas sky
rain's puffy breaths twinge at the sameness
and fog it up at the edges.
like a pane of flat glass
lumbering steel oxen
curl in their lips and
whistle up at its core, and the
sound fades before it can splinter and crack at its target
cerulean hands reach down
plucking birds and airplanes from their lines
i stay where i am
i grasp at nothing
