#wishing luck to all who needs it now

[tillaramnes]

Do you like worldbuilding as much as I like it? I adore creating characters and items, and thinking about places and spaces, emotional events, everyday routines and action scenes. And now I have a quite massive project on my mind that I've started to think about early in 2023, and got an art directional advice from one of my leads at the time (who is an awesome artist himself) and made a pack of drafts and a couple of fully painted character concepts and did a lot of writing. But in the meantime I got really sick for a month, burned out, got really sick again and spent a lot of time and money on tests, left my job, almost froze to the bones in winter, fled from the war to another country, started to learn new language, then recently got some time to finish some other old stuff and now I have at last an opportunity to continue with my big project and should start with everything quick, as I'll need to look for a new job quite soon (we need to eat something and to pay bills, don't we). And here I am, and I'm afraid. Afraid that everything will not be as cool as it is imagined in my head, afraid that I won't reach that high goal that I've established, afraid to get back to my wonderful ex co-workers for their professional advice, and most of all I'm afraid that it would be the project that only I myself like. But anyway. Starting from today I'm going to work on my project: write and sketch, step by step, from small things to something bigger. And I'll find out in the process whether my fears come true, or is it just my anxiety speaking. Wishing everyone who is starting something new all the luck ♥

[gorespawn]

also while we're here i would like to share the two iterations of tumblr user gorespawn that have existed since i abandoned this blog back in like early 2021. Who wants me

[midnight-mourning]

Have I ever told y'all how euphoric it is to watch someone read arc 1 of Confused Spirit and just.... WAITING for them to get to the end

*MAJOR spoilers for Confused Spirit Arc 1 below the cut*

This is beautiful to me, it happens every time and it's just, it's great

@soupdweller I need you to know I've been giggling and grinning at every comment you made (which I WILL be answering don't you worry) but picked these snippets specifically bc, well, you know :)

[shorlinesorrows]

Me: writes an intro blurb for the dnd campaign I'm going to be running and sends it to my players

Them: respond with a series of excited emojis

Me: they hate it. they think it's badly written and the intro isn't interesting enough. i am the worst dm in history and i haven't even started yet

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[yuriyuruandyuraart]

HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY @zu-is-here!!!!

i can't believe i missed your b-day again!! i had to make you something this year and so why not draw the bean the legend, the sweetest baby ever as a gift!!! >:Dc

thank you so much for all of your sweet words and making your blog one of the most comforting places to be at!! hope you're having an amazing day<3333

[mutalune]

really wish there was a tag that separated “I’m having Big Angry and/or Angsty Opinions about Star Wars” from “I’m goofing off with Star Wars I’m playing in the sandbox none of this is real so yes I will make my blorbo and this random glub shitto go on an adventure that makes no logical sense” posts because there’s too much of the former and not enough of the latter for my current mental state

[mulletmitsuya]

y'alls prayers and wishes did me well because i got my report back for the first term (some people call it a semester idk) and i did really great❕❕❕

[orcelito]

Guys I think the writing for fire emblem engage is somehow worse than fire emblem fates. Im a longtime fire emblem fan, I've played every recent game, and this... this is just Awful lmfao

Im still having plenty of fun & I have my handful of characters I love soooo much. But God fucking damn this writing is just some of the worst I've ever seen in a game

(Major spoilers in tags. Ran out of tags so I can't spoiler tag hfkshfj.

Final conclusion (since I ran out of tags): What Even Is This Fucking Game. Definitely my least favorite fire emblem game in many respects, but By God I'm going to finish this bitch and I'm gonna have plenty of fun as I do so. And I'm also going to make fun of every narrative choice it makes along the way bc the writing in this game is just SO fucking bad holy shit. I just need to finish this game and get on with my life already. God fuckin damn.)

[melonpond]

girl help people are being incredibly kind and genuine towards me and I don't know how to process that

[shxtodxroki]

The emotional whiplash I just experienced from this season so far and I'm not even done yet o.o

[dubacheryking]

the worst part abt being an adult is that when things go wrong I am the one who is expected to deal with it even if I am not the one that is strictly to blame for things going wrong. what the fuck.

[beast-of-the-void]

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[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

On Day 4 of my No Napping streak 😊

[currently-evil]

i cannot for the life of me remember if i sent the ask i typed out when u replied so if u get two almost identical asks - no u didnt

first of all i lived by the sea my entire life, the air was not chewable enough and the lack of cancerous chemicals in the air bored me, air should be spicey

ah i've been late for the Mary lore 😔😔😔 tragic (but good for u no data should be given up willingly and for free)

(love ur shrimps they are adorable)

JFGHGFAJFNA Sorry Anon-Sibling I was swallowed by the real life. (Can you imagine that now that school year is ending some fucking idiots from my dziekanat suddenly was like to me, oh yeah btw in pażdziernik last year we added some more subjects to list of subjects you need to pass and yeah we send you that in email to that email you didnt even know you have and never bothered to check if you got that information or not, we dont care, oh you werent going on wykłady from that subjects cały semestr because you didnt you should.... lmao not our fault)

But its all good now :)

I love the "air wasnt chewable enough" it made me wheeze out loud, I imagine you with a saw just cutting a piece of air away and snacking on it like a character from Looney Toons

And lol you werent late for any lore that made me laught because i imagined myself as a character that you havent unlocked yet in video game, so have this edit of my photo

I can share with you Lore whenever you want. Here we go:

I live through 8h shifts in work fantasising about mini indoor pond i want to make

I just accidently stole 160zł from my sister on various mochis

I am addicted to reactions wideo, because many of my friends dont share my likes, so watching somebody watch something i love and love it make me all giddy

I just hit 4600 hours in Elder Scrolls Online (God what I am doing)

I collect lots of things: feathers i find on my walks, special 5zł's, fossils, "dziękuję za zakup miłego czytania" cards that some people add when you buy books from them on olx, tattoo ideas i might get one day, and my most precious collection - Mangas :)

i love trashy romance novelas, the trashier the better

And yeah!! My shrimps are so so adorable! their tank is on my desk so i see them even now as i type, and they are soooo cute

[simonbrain]

love the idea of reader just trying to fuck all her stress out with a random at the bar before returning back to her mundane life, and simon deciding he's going to keep her instead 🙂‍↕️

the prick doesn't budge when you try to kick him out; instead, he drags you back into bed and works his mouth to loosen you up again, and now you've forgotten why you were trying to haul his ass out of your home.

(you attempted to sound stern while telling him to get out of your house, but he merely chuckled, the sound so raspy and condescending that it stroked a heat within you that you thought was sated last night.

"this is our home. now get your arse back in bed, i'm fuckin' hungry.")

you had to really fist at his hair to pull him off of you, and that only turned him on if the deep groan rumbling out of him was anything to go by—you swear his tongue sunk deeper inside you. he only relented so he could fuck you dumb in the shower after, leaving you with trembling legs and feeling more dirty than clean (atta girl, don't you waste any of tha'—keep it all in).

you blink, and now suddenly you're seated as he spoon-feeds you a nice, hearty breakfast, huffing something like messy girl when toast crumbs get all over your face and the wooden table.

words can't express how flustered you are; you're too stunned to even continue telling the big man who's now feeding you scrambled eggs that he needs to leave. all you feel like you're capable of doing is opening your mouth to accept another spoonful, ignoring the ache you feel between your thighs when you catch his heavy stare and hear a low hum of approval.

then he's leaving (and it's not because of your nagging), muttering something about having to work those mutts to the bone today, all while you're trying to make sense of what's happening. he gives you a sloppy kiss to silence your questions and exasperation, one that makes you feel hot all over and almost melt into a puddle had it not been for the firm grip he had on your ass.

he licks his lips when he pulls back, eyes darting to where your shirt just barely covers where he'd rather be all day than having to go and train recruits. he stares for an uncomfortably long time and before you can speak up, face growing a little hot from the tension, he's turning around to finally leave.

before the door shuts, he says, "be a good girl, ay? see you tonight, birdie."

you're left with your thoughts and feelings of dread and anxiety. there definitely isn't any underlying interest or anything; the freak has fucked your brain out of your head, that's all. you're sure he didn't even mean it anyway. maybe. hopefully.

a drop of his come rolls down your thigh, and arousal shame burns through you. since when did you let one-night stands finish in you?

(your so-called one-night stand came home hungry and pissed, so worked up that he dragged you over to the nearest surface and played with you for a good hour. by the time you had half the mind to tell him about the dinner in the oven—your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at how much money he had sent you for groceries earlier, nevermind how he got ahold of your account details—he grunted and finally gave your poor pussy a break, scarred mug all slick and flushed.)

good luck when he takes you to meet his mates at the bar a week later, the same bar you brought him home from; the comments from them make you wish a hole in the ground would just swallow you right up.

"pretty thing ye caught, lt," johnny grins, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. he's a bit over the top, ogles your chest too hard, but overall he's... alright. you'd probably notice how perverted he really was if you actually looked at him longer than a few fleeting glances, but his stare is kind of unnerving.

kyle—perfection personified—hums in agreement, a warm smile on his face that puts you at ease. somehow you don't pick up on the ulterior motive behind his gaze running over your body, eyes roaming over your chest more discreetly than johnny but just as appreciative. "pretty indeed. you don't mind sharing, do you ghost?" kyle teases, pretty eyes glancing over at simon, who only huffs at that and shakes his head (much to your confusion).

who the fuck is ghost? you only know big guy and simon.

there's a deep chuckle and your focus flits over to the man seated in front of you, captain john price. if you thought simon was scary, john's a man who demands respect and attention just by being in his presence. "you chose the wrong dog to bring home," john hums, voice deep and gravelly and making you shamefully squeeze your thighs together.

"but that's alright, sweetheart. you have three others now, yeah?" the purr that comes out of his mouth is sinful, and when you nod and stammer out a yes, sir as if you were one of his soldiers and not the sweet girl that simon has brought to his captain, looking for approval of his newest toy, he only smiles.

simon's hand squeezes your thigh underneath the table, trailing upwards, and you're slowly understanding what it is that you've gotten yourself into.