But probably you didn't come here to listen to me blather on about fic! You came because once again it is the weekend and time to sit around the campfire and tell scary stories to each other about Daemon Spade, the sinister man who comes in the night and stares at children with his hideous giant torso eyeballs, and who fills elevators with blood and stuff.
( The more he feeds on your fear, the longer his hair grows! )
P.S. I am going to finish that meme! (No, really! There is a reason I didn't just jump straight to the Homestuck prompt. I AM LEAVING IT THERE AS INCENTIVE.) I just need to figure out wtf to do about fics first because orz.