Me: I need to focus on the WIPs I already have and not start anything new.
Also me: okay but what if I start this brand new omegaverse fic idea lol
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One of these days I'll drown in WIPs, I swear... Somehow I ended up with 8(?) new stories. Wtf??? 💀
At the same time I can't gather enough energy to draw, though maybe the fact it requires sitting explains it. I can write on my phone and honestly prefer it nowadays.
Anyway, new snippets and hopefully the commissions I'm almost done with are coming soon(ish). Stay tuned, I guess.
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On the subject of WIP Wednesday… Currently fighting the urge to start a new WIP every 5 seconds when I see a beautiful tutorial or inspiration. Completely ignoring all the cool stuff I started that is in a bin at home.
Anyone relate? 🤣
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The moment when you really wanna work on your wips, but keep flip-flopping between all of them every couple of minutes because you can't pick just one to work on... @_@
Got another wip in the works as well.. Ayato x wife reader pairing...
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There is not enough hurt/no comfort in this world and I cannot be the person to write it. (I will write it, begrudgingly)
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Certified meowcatticus work in progress of this freakass critter (UPDATE ITS FINISHED GO CHECK IT OUT,,, if you like want to idk:])
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imagine an au where you wake up to a chill seeping through the comfort of your duvet. it's a little unusual. the mornings shouldn't be so cold anymore; did you maybe leave the window open?
a headache blooms along your conscience, and you think that maybe you had one too many drinks out of frustration last night. but, then again, it's not your fault that prickly bastard got on your nerves and made you drink till you passed out. he just has it out for you!
bare arms are draped over your equally bare midriff, its hold around you tightening and— wait. you're NAKED?!
by the speed at which you flipped to your other side, you wouldn't be surprised if you got whiplash. actually, scrap that. maybe the familiar face lying beside you, alongside the marks you barely caught a glimpse of amidst your turn, is more than enough to wish you actually did get it.
"mmh, what's wrong?" he mumbles in all his sleepy glory, clearly disoriented from your sudden movement. a hand rubs against his heavy lids in a feeble attempt to clear out the bleary fog which clings to his vision, one in which blocks the sight of you by default. "you're never up before me in these mornings."
...how did you end up in the bed of your arch-nemesis (self-proclaimed), naked, and— why is he staring at you so affectionately? weren't you just at each other's throats a few hours ago? (figuratively or literally, it doesn't matter. you were at each other's throats all the same.)
(or, you somehow find yourself three years into the future, married to the very same prickly bastard who made you black-out drunk (self-inflicted). and naked (not self-inflicted. probably).)
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you dont actually have to finish one project to start another ... but watch out
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damn you DCA for lighting that joyful spark i thought i lost, giving me some form of warm comfort i can run back to when it gets tough and bringing back whimsy into my life cause now all i want to think about, draw about, sing about, talk about, write about is you
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