#if i had to guess: fulgrim is a super fancy fashion designer in some kind of danger that he can't gaslight gatekeep girlboss his way out of

[nevesmose]

So I challenged myself to write a fic as time-efficiently as possible with no revisions or edits allowed, only ever moving forward. Like a shark. I think it's fair to say that this has a very different vibe from my usual stuff so please do check the tags.

For the past six or so weeks I've been working on my summer exchange fic. I think people are going to have a fun time reading it in August but there have been Thoughts and Feelings bubbling away that just don't fit into the kind of story it turned out to be.

So I thought I'd set them down here instead before I make my last big push on the exchange fic to get its final chapter over the line. A little clearing of the decks before the final showdown so to speak.

The title is from, as is so often the case with me, a Bloc Party song.