madeofbees
please picture me in the weeds waiting for a sign as if i’ve ever seen the stars align
Bio
USED TO BE RUSSIANWOLF7
I was birthed down a dry ravine, raised in the belly of a whale, and learned to write using ink imported from Decapod 10, a porcupine quill, and driftwood as paper. I read sodden texts found in shipwrecks by the light of luminous algae swallowed by the whale and the occasional electric eel. Music came in the form of grooved clay pots made by crabs scratching patterns onto whatever they could find. I have written countless short stories, a handful of novellas (including one in French), and four novels, many of which are published on my ff.net account of the same name.
But, I have decided that the time has come to venture into the territory of AO3. I'm frightened and yearn for my homeland of ff.net, but I hear many benefits await me here.
Metaphysically, of course. I'm still in the belly of the whale, but it recently swallowed a laptop with a surprisingly strong wifi chip.
The whale's name is Maurice.