Buuuut I’ll most likely be starting back on Saezuru, for … no reason in particular. Certainly nothing to do with a series of my own that’s been on hiatus during months of burnout and lost motivation.

Me: *trying to be normal and not make everything about my comfort character*

Andrew Stauffer: *slowly turning up the volume knob as the chorus of BTL kicks in*

In which Lord B. pleads his case to his half sister after having banged someone besides her while on holiday. Man was on a whole other level of Magnificent Bastard.

He’s here!! And my goodness, that’s a lot more book than I expected. Can’t wait to dive in.

Eeeeehehe~

Turning to this page while a freshly delivered P.B.S. bio waits in my mailbox … It’s the little joys, truly.

They said the thing 🖤

I forgot that this is where I’d left off yesterday; what a lovely early morning surprise.

(Byron: A Life in Ten Letters)

Yes, I am “played games that came on a floppy disk” years old.

“Shocking, horrific, fierce, savage, sensationalized, luminous and hazy: black currant, Bulgarian lavender and white musk with a dollop of thick resin and a voltaic charge of ozone notes.”

Also: My muse in a bottle, finally replenished. Writing just isn’t the same without it.

*delusional urge to S rank all missions resurfaces*