Hi. I'm Espo. Sadly I don't write very often anymore, but everything I've written of a particular length between August 2009 until the end of 2010 is still here for all to see.

I like anime, manga, various books, various tv shows, video games... I'm a pretty all rounder when it comes to writing. Sometimes I work best with prompts, sometimes not. Sometimes I can randomly conjure up an obscure fandom of mine and produce a fic from nowhere, so there's really no counting for what I'll write next. My favourite fic-length tends to be drabbles and one shots (though my definition of drabble is very leniant, I have to say); I very rarely write stories with more than one part. This is also because I am very very very bad at updating with any regularity.

... I've also just noticed that death seems to come up a lot in my stories. Why I am so angsty? I have no idea... I love writing fluff, though that usually comes hand in hand with sad-angsty-tragic-sob-fluff.

For those here for The Art of Investigating: it's unlikely I'll ever finish this. There is a minor chance I will. We shall see, though. Essentially, at the end, Naoto was going to be given the choice to go with the Doctor, but refuse, saying she was needed there, instead, but that he did need someone. That was pretty much where that was going.