Had a moment of pure unadulterated terror the other day when I thought I'd left a notebook at the bookstore where I was hanging out and writing with a friend. A notebook containing a lot of things (including part of a personal essay and a draft of an extremely sappy H/C story) but primarily almost the entire text of the Nier Automata necrophilia fic I wrote for Nonconathon.
I eventually did find it in my apartment, thankfully, but MAN of all the things to lose.
Why was I writing Nier Automata necrophilia porn longhand in a notebook? idk I like cute pens and what else am I gonna use them for. Journalling? For my mental health???
I eventually did find it in my apartment, thankfully, but MAN of all the things to lose.
Why was I writing Nier Automata necrophilia porn longhand in a notebook? idk I like cute pens and what else am I gonna use them for. Journalling? For my mental health???