Artist, daydreamer, and chronic overthinker of fictional people.

Because of that I started wondering what it would feel like to meet the people we turn into icons before the rest of the world had decided who they were supposed to be.

Right now I am mentally somewhere in Los Angeles, 1979, writing an Off the Wall era MJ fanfiction and spending an unreasonable amount of time researching things that will eventually become one sentence in a chapter.

I love slow burns, tiny details, complicated characters and moments that feel lived-in rather than perfect.

Mostly here to write the story I wanted to read.

Come yell about the chapters with me. I read the comments. 🤎