Formerly known as psychonerd5

Update-January 5, 2017

You can also find me on AO3 under the username ZGory. I haven't done much crossposting so the stories you find there are completely different from the ones posted here with the exception of The Loki Sitters Club. Beware though because I have written copious amounts of RPF.

For a masterpost of my other fiction, you can also check out my livejournal which is the same username as this account. It is a stickied post and should therefore be the first post at the top.

Favorite Quote of the Moment

What happens to a house when it is left alone? When it becomes worn and aged. When its paint peels. When its foundations begin to sink. When it goes for too long unlived in. What does it think of? What does it dream? How does it regard those creatures who built it? Vied into existence only to abandon it. When its usefulness no longer satisfies them. It may grow lonesome. It may stare for long hours into the darkness of its own empty halls and see shadows. And its heart may jump as it thinks, “Here. Here is someone again. I’m not alone.” And each time it is wrong. And hurt starts over. It may haunt itself. Inventing ghosts to walk its sloughs. Making friends with its shadow puppets. Laughing and whispering to itself at the end of some quiet cul-de-sac. It may grow angry. Its basement may fill with churning acid like a drowning , empty stomach, and its gorge may rise as it asks itself through clenched teeth, “What did I do wrong?” It may look bitter. It may grow hungry. So hungry and so bitter that its scruples dissolve and its door unlock themselves. While a house may hunger it cannot starve. And so in fever and anger and loneliness, it may simply lie in wait. Doors open. Shades drawn. Hallways empty. Hungry.

-Anatomy