My brain is a 24/7 sari-sari store of:
- Plot bunnies that multiply faster than my unread texts
- Half-drafted scenes left to rot like forgotten tuyo in the fridge
- A sleep-deprived queer demon who shakes me awake.
Spoiler, still lose 90% of them.
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Glitch Over The Rainbow (Ongoing)
Drew's eyes fluttered open to two familiar sounds - the sizzle of garlic in the kitchen and Jace's soft snori...