#(after a bout of emotional lability - i managed to actually write... at like 2 in the damn morning... damn night owl tendencies...)

[an-organized-confusion]

Me: Dammit. Brain. Come ON. WRITE.

Mel (That Goth Chick; Dark/Main Creativity), after looking at more Remus fan art: How bout you draw iZ!Remus murderizing some Dead Enders?

Me: Yes, I'd love to but- *angrily gestures at giant pile of art/writing ideas that just keeps getting bigger.*

Mel, giggling: Oh, what's one more to the pile.

Prudence (The Nurse; basically an Analoceit fusion of fxns): Wow. Okay. This is a ticket to choice paralysis town.

Me: Aaand water is WET.

Liam, prancing into frame (The Hippie; Light Creativity): Don't forget to work on that Gymrat!Dukexiety drawing! Don't they make the cutest couple?

Mel, having a moment of realization and starts to whine some more: O-oh yeah... we had that Promethean!Patton thing to do. Religiosity is haaard...

Prudence: And you will be covering a very sensitive subject matter. You need to tread carefully on that one.

Me, scowling: PRUDENCE. THIS IS YOUR FAULT.

Prudence: Whatever do you mean? I'm just doing my job ensuring you've done your research. Psychology fascinates you on good day, anyways.

Me: Don't you dare use my special interests against me, man.

Prudence: I'm only trying to help.

Mel, eyeing Prudence: Yeah well, I'm just waiting on sOMEONE to digest the material so I can finish that thing.