#wip whenever teehee

[emmg]

wip yeah yeah whatever it's never wednesday

I've been tagged by a few folks and I'm having trouble remembering because I've had a shitty ass day but I love you. And I miss you. And I need you.

So I'm tagging all my usual boos back. K thanksss. @aldisobey @heylittleriotact @thepalehorsevictoria @caffeinatedmunchkin @xxnashiraxx @jainydoe

I honestly don't really have anything in particular cooking, so this is just something from the next chapter of Aftertaste, the stupid sugar daddy AU I can't stop having fun with. It's one of the most cursed things I've written lmao

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She tousles her hair. Bites her lips raw, like some tragic heroine wasting away in a garret. Paces the apartment for the most flattering light—nature’s filter, since she has standards—and extends one arm to the heavens, the other tugging at the neckline of her shirt. Nothing too obscene; wouldn’t want to inconvenience some tragically repressed colleague of his with a crisis of conscience. Then again—why not? 

Let them suffer. Let them swallow around the dryness in their throat, let them grip their pens a little tighter. A whisper of lace, just enough to suggest that yes, she owns lingerie, and no, it is not because she enjoys spending $80 on machine-washable disappointments. 

Let him imagine her breasts—imagine that they exist, that they could, theoretically, be his to touch, that perhaps, if he’s really exceptionally well-behaved, he might even get to slide his cock between them. Not that there’s much to work with—more symbolism than substance, more spiritual journey than actual grip—but hey, she suspects he’s the kind of man who would whimper at the mere suggestion of friction. The type to shudder through it, clutch at her shoulders afterward like she’s just guided him through some kind of sacred, transcendent experience—one that leaves him dazed, vulnerable, and in dire need of a therapist with very strong professional boundaries.

Maybe, just maybe, if fate is kind and the gods of dignity finally decide to smile upon him, next time he spills onto her face or neck, it will be on purpose. A deliberate choice rather than an unfortunate trajectory issue. Perhaps even with a plan this time, some semblance of aim, a fraction of control. And afterward, he’ll do the gentlemanly thing: wipe the tear tracks from his face, mumble something about how he’s never felt this way before (bless his heart), and take out his wallet to buy her a pearl necklace—the kind that actually comes in a box, not the kind she has to scrub off in the shower.

It wouldn’t be a hardship. She finds, to her mild surprise, that she actually likes the man. At least as a human being, which is more than she can say for most. 

Click. Send. 

She knows he sees it because he is the kind of technologically inept buffoon who never figured out how to disable his read receipts. A man living in blissful ignorance of his own transparency. How cute. 

A pause. 

Dot. Dot. Dot. 

Nothing. 

Dot. Dot. Dot. 

A great, yawning chasm of nothing. 

She sighs and plops her ass on the bed. 

Dot. Dot. Dot. 

Perhaps he has died.

Perhaps the mere implication of cleavage has sent him into full cardiac arrest, right there at his desk. Emmrich Volkarin, well into his fifth-or-whatever decade, struck down—not by time, not by fate, but by the revolutionary concept of boobs. Maybe he hit his head on a stack of his own pretentious books—some dusty, 800-page discourse on moral decay—and perished instantly, a martyr to propriety. Mr. Professor, defeated by décolletage. Tragic. 

Ah. Something. 

A ha-ha reaction, skittish and accidental, yanked back almost immediately, and replaced with the trembling penitence of a heart.

And still. No. Words. 

She rolls her eyes, sends him a photo of the most aesthetically offensive thing in her apartment. 

That’s my monstera

This time, a response. Still criminally slow, but at least they've moved past Morse code levels of hesitation. 

Emmrich, miracle of miracles, finally sends a photo back. 

It’s a dog. Poorly cropped. Enthusiastically blurry. A dog in spirit, certainly, but in form? A vague collection of fur and misplaced limbs. The man takes photos like a cryptid spotter. But hey, at least the pup looks happy. 

This is my Manfred.

Manfred. 

What an absolute catastrophe of a name for a dog. 

[orfeoarte]

WIP Whenever!

I was tagged by so many of my friends, including @throughtrialbyfire, @tiredela and @unironicallytes. Thank you!! I saw @caliblorn and @skyrim-forever already did theirs, so

I'm tagging @trickstarbrave, @thescrolls-haveforetold, @changelingsandothernonsense, @unknownhomosapien, @yiga-hellhole,

@laniardraws, @drowsy-fantasy and @sunnidaydreamer

This time I bring you a bit of an ambitious piece. Nerevoryn, ofc. have a lovely week!

[sovhina]

Wip of my oc luka who I’ve created from afk journey lol they use any pronouns and they’re a lesbian

I’m gonna tag @laaskrin @paleiido and @lilas no pressure ofc! <333

[amoremagnificentbastard]

WIP Whenever

@busy-baker, @yennefer-of-vengerbergs, and @saucy-scribbler tagged me today -- thank you all! -- so here's a snippet from my upcoming fic for the @bg3-winter-big-bang!

No-pressure tagging @honeybee-bard, @aevallare, @atsadi-shenanigans, and @deltatime!

[kalpeavaris]

just some older concept pieces & WIPs of the Doctor for my PPT AU "Schlafmohn" while I'm still working on my MD commissions & I don't wanna content-starve my blog pff

Him & 1006 trying to get along (1006 ate all of the chess pieces) <3 I love it when old men

Sawyer in the AU is almost the same in terms of personality and history with the company, though I slightly altered his design more to exaggerate animalistic/feral elements such as the tail & spine spikes. His concept art had him walk hunched over and appear on all 4s so uh... feral Sawyer! Looks like being turned into an experiment also alters the state of mind. Human!Sawyer would've never crawled LMAO

In this AU 1006 holds a copy of Elliot Ludwig's personality, consciousness and memories (as well as knowledge) so Sawyer strikes a deal with him to gain his trust and hopefully backstab him one day for the knowledge inside of him, teehee.

god I love this man so much he's evil and rotten but I can't help but to throw myself across the room whenever I think off him he's so babygirl

watch me turn vilains into my personal bbgs through the power of autism

[weeping-ribs]

HI I'M NOT DEAD MY BAD have a wip and a full body ref of my pookums

i've been drawing on and off whenever i feel like picking up a pen, which was . infrequent so whoops teehee

[unknownhomosapien]

WIP WHENEVER

tagged by @caliblorn <33 miss u sm well im currently very busy but in process of redrawing my old nerevoryn wedding art teehee

also going back to draw realistic dagoth ur. its been a year but i promise ill finish it

tagging @thescrolls-haveforetold (pls get well!) @mekonfoy (serve cunk please) @trickstarbrave (certified nerevoryn enjoyer)

[bamber344]

Writeblr/Whumpblr intro!

I did one of these back when i first joined the community but i figured I might as well do a proper one now that I actually know what I’m doing a bit more lol.

Hello! My name is Bamber (she/her) and (as you can probably tell) I’m an aspiring author! I mostly write whumpy things but I am also known to be a huge romantic lesbian as well, which very much leaks into my writing lol.

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My favourite tropes/genres are:

Urban fantasy (can’t get enough of this one tbh)

Mystery

Detectives

Romance

Living weapons

Low sci-fi elements

WEREWOLVESSSSSSS!!!! RAAAAAAGH (my blog title is about them lol)

(and now onto more whumpy tropes teehee)

Whipping

Interrogation

Captivity

Defiant whumpee

Grief

Honestly so many of them i could go on forever but if i keep trying to think of specific ones my brain will melt

I also do writing commissions! you can find the details here.

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My works!

Direwolf:

Roxanne Kindley is just a regular high-school girl. She has a few friends, a few people she'd rather avoid, and an infatuation with a girl she's never spoken to. Pretty typical.

Things take a strange turn however, when Roxy helps a bizarrely intelligent wolf while on a walk through the woods behind her house. Not long after, a certain girl takes a sudden interest in her, and Roxy can only begin to wonder where this will lead as it seems her new friend holds a monstrous, fluffy secret.

(an urban fantasy about werewolves, gay highschool romance, and the dangers of being different in a world that rejects you.)

This is my very first work, and I’ll admit, it shows. But, it’s also my baby. I love these characters to death and back, and one day I hope to rewrite the whole thing with all the skill I’ve gained since I started it back in 2022. Follow the link in the title if you want to read :)

Project Genesis:

Jordyn doesn't know much about her past before waking up in the facility, but it doesn't really bother her. According to Father, she used to be a superhero; using her powers for good, assisting the police and catching criminals. With no knowledge of her life before her injury, returning to that identity seemed as good a goal to aim for as any, in terms of her rehabilitation and recovery. It's what Father wants her to be, and with everything she owes him, how could she say no? Only, as things progress, and she's allowed more freedom in the outside world for the sake of Father's mission, Jordyn begins to realise that her origin might not be as clear-cut as it was made out to be.

Featuring many lesbians, sad women, manipulative old men, god-like eldritch beings, unethical science, probably a few identity crises, a confusing definition of the word 'sister,' and one very unfortunate ghost, haunting the whole thing. 

My current ongoing whump series! Big on the living weapon vibes, and contains heavy themes of abuse. Follow the link in the title to find the masterlist :)

Spiritborne:

Don’t have a blurb for this one yet, but it’s my WIP novel! Won’t be posted anywhere until it’s done. It’s about Addison; a magic detective trans woman, trying to solve the murder of a city councillor’s daughter while also trying to clear the name of the unfortunate half-dragon woman – Dahlia – that got caught up in it. Only, Dahlia has some secrets of her own. Are they going to be able to work together to solve this? Or will Dahlia’s fall drag Addison down with her? Find out… whenever I finish this damn thing lol

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thanks for reading!

[sangrefae]

wip wednesdayyyyyyyyyyy

ty @nighthuntingclato for tagging me, i will now inflict this on @slipnoose @sangrientojoe @malewifesband @alistair-blackwood @solibrie and anyone else who wants to do it teehee <3

There are various things in the bathroom that would dry my hair in an instant, but it feels strange to let any machine from the Capitol touch it. Instead, I just dry it as much as I can with a towel before carefully combing through it myself. I’ve gotten used to doing this for myself, but back home, Ma always insists on fixing my hair for special occasions. Especially on Reaping Day. A lump forms in my throat at the thought of her standing behind me just two mornings ago, her calloused hands working their way through my hair with a gentle touch she saves for only the most precious things. The memory’s so fresh that I can practically feel the weight of Posy sitting herself on my lap again, patting her tiny hands against my chest and demanding that I do her hair “all pretty-like”, too. I slam the comb down onto the counter hard enough that the mirror rattles, but the jarring feeling works to get me to stop thinking about home.

I'm once again the first one up, though this morning it doesn’t seem like I have to wait for everyone else to be able to eat. There's a long serving board next to the table that's already laden with food when I leave my room, all of it smelling so delicious it’s almost overwhelming. Given that there's a stack of plates at the end, I assume that I'm allowed to serve myself, but I make sure to ask the Avox at the head of the board to confirm it. I hate it, but after last night my skin starts to crawl every time I come near one of them, and I have to force myself to look him in the eye. I won’t let myself be complicit in their punishment.

Since it’s still fairly early, the sun halfway over the horizon line, I figure that I’ll be alone for breakfast this morning. Then I hear the noise of a door opening down one of the hallways, and I figure it must be either Effie or Haymitch—catching the sight of movement in the corner of my eye, I open my mouth to say good morning before glancing over and doing a double, triple take.

Instead of either adult, or even one of our stylists, Katniss is the one standing a little ways behind me, grabbing a plate and resolutely not looking in my direction. My first observation is that she’s wearing the exact same thing as me – which is kind of weird, I’m not a fan of this twins angle we’re seeming to be taking – with the second being that she looks like hell.

To be fair to her, most anyone else wouldn’t be able to tell that something’s off. But I’m not anyone else. I know her mannerisms well enough to spot the deep circles under her eyes, the cracked skin on her lips from her chewing on them, the way she fidgets with the end of her braid like she does when she's preoccupied with something. Not to mention that she’s up this early, when out of the two of us she’s the one who tends to sleep in whenever she doesn't need to go out and hunt. Everything all together points to her having an awful night, and guilt pools in my stomach. I should’ve taken her up to the roof, tried to actually talk about the Avox girl and what had happened in the woods all that time ago. But I was too afraid, scared of getting her in worse trouble, and ended up hurting her anyway.

Now, I can only try to make up for it as best as possible. “Morning, Katniss.”

“Morning,” she replies, voice rough. She still isn’t looking at me, instead focused on the food as she piles more and more onto her plate, and I frown a bit. Then again, she’s never been much of a morning person, so I can’t let myself get too worried. 

It’s a good sign that she comes to sit with me at the table once our plates are full, at least. We sit in companionable silence as we eat and watch the sun rise over the city. Between our food and the early hour, it almost feels like our typical morning meeting at our rock, eating a quick breakfast before going to check the snare lines. Except that there's so much more food than we could have ever dreamed of having, and we're sat at an oddly designed table on the top floor of a Capitol building, being prepared to go into the arena in a matter of days. I'm starting to think that I'm a little too good at bringing down my own mood.

Halfway through my initial plate, I finish my first cup of coffee and rise to refill it, which doesn’t escape Katniss's notice. She's rolling her eyes in a way I know to be joking when I come back, steaming mug in one hand and a smaller plate stacked with what I'd recognized as cinnamon rolls in the other. I've had them only once, as a gift for an early one of my birthdays, but I remember the taste well enough that I had to grab them.

“I don’t know how you can drink that stuff,” she mutters. I try to suppress my grin.

“Well, it’s just like any other beverage, Katniss. I drink it by pouring it in my mouth and swallowing.” 

She abruptly gets up from the table at that, leaving me to laugh by myself while she stalks back toward the serving table.

[spaceknifes]

it's been one week and I still can't stop thinking about Ezra! Could you drop some more lore, or draw them on another manga panel, maybe during the elf reincarnation arc, please? I'm obsessed

oh it makes me so happy to hear people like my blorbo of an oc !!!

coincidentally enough i was making something from the elf arc so have this wip :3

the lore to this is after asta saves ezra from their elf ezra asked why bother saving them if they are with the enemy. And asta had more of a feeling that they had some good in them and its not to late to go a different path and noticed ezra never used their full strength whenever they encountered one another. which shocked ezras as asta was right but even they didn’t realize that till now and it stuck with them for a long time.

and its the moment ezra realizes their feelings for asta teehee

if there’s anything more specific about ezra/their lore yall wanna know ask away !

[ccarisi]

Sonny being absolutely obsessed with his step daughter, secretly stealing her panties and watching her through a peep hole. Just obsessive Sonny in general

LOVE icky obsessive stepdad!sonny a personal fave of mine tbh especially mixed with a corruption kink that’s the good shit! always touching you and looking at you and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you at all times….

he’s so obsessed with you too, he keeps a picture of you in his wallet. always offering to give you rides or to pick you up whenever he can. he absolutely has your location tracked at all times, but he’s just a protective stepdad that’s all! always asking about boyfriends, who you’re talking to. he knows your passcode too of course, but you don’t need to know that. weird how that boy you were texting is suddenly blocked.

weird how your underwear keeps getting misplaced, too. and when you finally get over how awkward it is to ask him if he’s seen your underwear lying around anywhere he tells you they must of fell out of the washer when the load got put in. makes sense! you don’t need to know that he’s been cumming in them every night

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here’s a wip of the next stepdad!sonny fic teehee

[mediumgayitalian]

Ahh ok hi! I’ve been reading your stuff for a while now and I’ve been to timid to comment, but I just wanted to say thank you for everything! Your writing is phenomenal and I get so happy whenever you post! The first thing I do in the morning is see if you’ve posted, and if you have, I read it! There isn’t a single piece of your stuff that I’ve even remotely disliked! My personal favourites are your Naomi Solace wip (she’s such a queen and I love her), the road trip AU (you left us on a cliffhanger!!) and the modern daring AU (Nico trying to figure out modern dating is so endearing). Thank you again and I hope that both sides of your pillow are cold, you get enough rest, and you drink enough water! And if you’re ever itchy, Benadryl is your best friend (you will forever be haunted by Benadryl 😈) not hit seriously though, thank you.

1. thank you so much 🥺 i love writing it’s so fun and it’s such a big thing for me to look forward too every day

2. NAOMI SOLACE MY BELOVED. i have so so much more to say about her and i cannot wait for finals to be over so i can keep yapping about my number one girl

3. I DID LEAVE YOU IN A CLIFFHANGER!!! i had half a chapter done but i did not vibe with it so i’m starting over. my issue is i rly rly want to skip this chapter to get to the good part but i can’t and it’s killing me lmfao

4. teehee i have one (1) note for the next modern courting chapter and it’s just “open to nico: lying face down on the floor of jason’s cabin and Yelling” i am so pumped

[gammaraydeath]

wip whenever 😳

oh i forgot to do this teehee tagged by @milkywayes !!!!! thank youu i will post something from the most recent thing i wrote.. from a wrestling (sparring) match i know it's cliche 🙈

With her tongue in her teeth, Shepard reached up to take his hand, allowing him to hoist her up and then pull her in, chest to chest. The undersuit left his fingers and toes exposed, and his talons grazed her skin ever so gently as their hands stayed firmly clasped around each others’ wrists. A risk in a fight, even if he did keep them blunted. Something about that thought made her tighten her grip, soft inner-wrist skin giving against her palm; hard plates and rough hide resisting her fingertips on his forearm. She could do this forever with him, she thought, over and over.

“You know, you could just call it here and save yourself the embarrassment…” His hot breath against the side of her face, bending at his waist to bring his cheek to hers - she fought to keep steady. She was practically buzzing.

Shepard turned her head, leaned in close to be heard over the commotion of the crowd. “Talking a big game for being two points behind.” Her lips nearly brushed the cluster of scutes surrounding his ear.

“I’m catching up.”

Letting the grip on her wrist fall away, Garrus stepped back, signaling to Graham that he was ready to go again. His eyes were wide, and his one good mandible was set a-fluttering in time with the way he bounced in place, calves flexing, long leggedness ready to pounce, a complement to the crazy she was sure she looked like - there was a strain in her face, her cheeks protesting against the manic smile that she hadn’t been able to wipe away for some time. She felt like she had borrowed Garrus’s sharp teeth and they came with a desire to bite.

[mikerooksi]

phighting oc - info + wip art

will edit once i finished art + if anything new happens to him

i might js make another blog for js my phighting stuff, if ur interested or sumn... yeah. i probably will

made one,, @just-another-phighter

so ive got. some.. uh things. btw lemme know if any of this dont make sense im still sorta new his name is mace guys. guess what his gear is !!!

i feel like hes originally from blackrock - he was supposed to give off that kind've vibe. but i feel like he fled to thieves den. no reason for that.. aha.. (totally not bc shuriken idk wym.) anyways heres his attacks n stuff. idc how goofy i explained them !!! it makes sense to me so ..!

primary attack - close attack w mace (since its primary attack, deals more damage than 2nd because technically hes supposed to be better at this since its his 1st opt) secondary attack - ranged attack, chain extends for him to hit (deals less damage than primary, but still a good amount) phinisher - spins around and throws mace in the air, falls back down as a bigger mace. jumps up onto the handle tip and laughs before jumping down to the ball/spike part and being able to lead it to hit in certain directions. swings about 5 times before the mace turns back into a normal size. (teehee,, deals a lot of damage!!)

ability 1 - smoke bombs that the smoke is the color of what team he is/regular outfit skin color. doesnt deal damage, duh. i cant rlly think of a 'sprint' opt so he has this and whenever he throws them down he js sorta runs off.. so thats his like 'sprinting' thing. ability 2 - hits mace against the ground like one of those cartoons where the person is hitting down a hammer. the ground cracks a little and anyone in said area (area is lit with said color of team/regular skin outfit color as a warning before dealing damage) gets hurt. the crack isnt too big and depending on how close/far you are from where he's hitting it could be a lot of damage or a little. most of the time its an easy attack to dodge, though.

he/they pronouns, trans (i totally like dont make most of my ocs trans bc i am haha.. aha.. hah.)

he carves his horns - sometimes he forgets to so they might look a little phunky some days.

tight bandages to help with wrists. when hes not out phighting he wears some of those like wrist wrap things so his wrists dont move around a lot - sometimes they be hurting because of how he swings around his mace n stuff.

i kinda be shipping him w shuri but technically hes single so like. yeah.

sharp teeth. because i said so.

his personality is sorta all over the place. sometimes hes nice, sometimes hes an asshole. hes learn to let loose a little bc of shuri. he likes hanging out at the cafe sometimes - if hes not though hes either training (somewhere..) or being emo.

k thats it for now

[priafey]

!! wip whenever !!

tagged on may 15th and may 29th by the incomparable inky @inkoherentwriting <33

i tag @plutoprophecy @azures-grace and @v1ctory-or-sovngarde i'll show you mine if you show me yours? teehee

here's gwilin and lei having a little heart-to-heart in the cemetery behind the temple of mara, from the next chapter of Among The Many Lost Souls:

"What were you, if not enraged, earlier? With the girl?" "That was the only time I've lost control like that." "And it will not be the last." Gwilin sighed and buried a hand in his hair. He propped up his head, poising his elbow on his knee. "I won't let it happen again. Someone has to keep this guild from falling apart." "This burden, why do you think it yours to bear?" "Because I can't leave. Not with Mercer at the helm. You don't know what he's done." "The rape?" "Yes, the–" He couldn't echo the word. "Gwilin, I don't doubt you've experienced far more than is fair for any one soul to be subjected to, in the short time you've been a vampire. The plights of my own life necessarily outnumber your own, however… it is not with pride I would admit my earliest dealings. The ones preceding my decision to remove myself from mortal affairs entirely. I don't remain withdrawn in this way because it is easy. I do it because I have found it more tenable than facing the carnage inevitably following the pursuit of any of my desires. You yourself are living proof of this. I desired, fleetingly, not to take your life. I felt the strings of my heart tugged on by the frail pleas of a mortal, and have thus engendered a suffering within you, and within the world, that is incalculable." "Do you mean to say our desires are meant to be suppressed?" "I am saying we have desires, and turning from them can be just as disastrous as freely indulging them. I don't think my turning from them will save me, Gwilin, or anyone around me. I simply find the turning more bearable." Lei watched Gwilin gently rise. He stopped an arm's length from him, attention then wandering toward the mausoleum. "I suspect you don't share my sentiment." "I think I do, and I don't. If anything has helped keep me sane these past few months…" "…it's the girl." "And Brynjolf." "Do they move you?" Then he murmured what he really meant. "Is it love?" "They're both… very pretty." “Yes, but do they haunt you, Gwilin? Does the mere thought of them awaken feelings in you you’d never known lay dormant? In moments of silence, do you find yourself craving their mouth, their voice, their hair?” Gwilin furrowed his brow, like the thought of such feelings being within his reach was beyond comprehension. “I crave blood. Sylvie gives it to me. I crave sex. Brynjolf gives it to me. I can’t ask for more. Not from this pale shadow of a life you’ve given me.” “Oh, Gwilin. You can always ask for more…”

[lanaevyssmoved]

NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ❣️

tagged by @moonmothers @flymmcargo @kelemvorr @baldursgate2 !!!!!!! thank u so much.. u are all so sweet and thoughtful...

tagging @cetra @dandeyrain @princeofhags @mercymaker @lord-woolsley @hibernationsuit @alongtidesoflight @shadowcursedballs @tombtaker :D no pressure of course my friends! you may also consider this an invitation to talk to me more :3c

favorite color: wellow... ✨🍯🐝🌻💛⚡ i have loved yellow since i was very small my sister loved purple so everything she owned was purple and everything i owned was yellow.. and my room is still entirely yellow everything is YELLOW..... it just happens i gravitate

last song: uhhh spotify says i was last listening to last chapter in time, first chapter in eternity by VVN it absolutely fucks but bare in mind it might make you sad? tis music to make you feel and that shit always has different effects on people. OOP and spotify shuffle Just put on times change by umziky which is CUTE glitchpoppy stuff OH and spotify just put on higher by ia. which is vocaloid ur welcome.. this says how slow i am huh am i typing too much AND NOW ITS into the woods by phildel im making u a playlist

last movie: last movie i watched was godzilla king of the monsters with aisling teehee... every movie i've watched recently was with aisling... hehe.......

currently watching: WELL i was watching breaking bad but i burnt out around season 3 after i was binging it all day long and before that i binged all of desperate housewives all day long without any break so am i surprised i burnt out? no. also desperate housewives fucks

currently reading: uh i'm like always reading the six of crows by leigh bardugo i will open that book consume the Content and then close it whenever i feel like reading parts of it........ actually reading thru a full book currently no....not really but lets say crooked kingdom yeah

current obsession: mayhaps this question is pointless but i am deep in an autistic hyperfixation on bg3 which is showing no signs of dying down or stopping i will also say i am hyperfixating on gale himself and honestly my oc afhiri. and i think its safe to say illithids too i cannot stop myself from gobbling up information on them and i think about them just as much as the others ...........

sweet, savory, or spicy? i will sayy savoury!!!! i do like sweet but not as much . i am currently really obsessed with gravy..... not american gravy or whatever the bwi'ish kind.......... had to confirm that because i ain't got a fucking clue what american gravy is like . but i know its different!!!!!! due to my very english upbringing i never consumed spice ever in my life until i started to introduce it into my own diet a year ago and now i can eat things that say spicy just fine!! and they are very delicious. i really enjoy spicy noodles especially

currently working on: I HAVE TWO AFHIRI GALE FIC WIPS CURRENTLY ... :3c one of them is a cute domestic scene i'm writing through aislings influence and the other is a fat and large post game 3 years later fic that i cannot describe in any way than a psychological horror fic. :).....