Anendda-Rysden

Drinker of coffee, lover of mint, meddler in many fandoms. Hoarder of whump and scribbler of crack. Disciple of Photoshop, acolyte of Manga Studio. The once and occasional gamer. Wordsmith. Worldbuilder. Typing will never be complete without the sharp clack of mechanical keys. Sucker for villains-turned-reluctant-heroes, and heroes that walk in shadow. Addicted to those little tins of solid perfume, to pines and resins and black, sticky incense. Myrrh glowing upon hot coals. Wandered into Resident Evil and developed Stockholm Syndrome for dark, grungy hallways spattered in blood. Peered too long into the golden abyss of Warframe until one day, the abyss peered back. The rhythm of a hammer deep in the forges of Mt. Doom. Mandalorian iron and crimson lightsabers, because the Force is Forever.

I also lurk on Archive of Our Own and FanFiction.net

Come and see what I have wrought.