[@chubritza tagged me in this, and they stole it from strangers apparently lmao]

tagging: @manhattenstops, @ellie-writes-games, @wabart, @psin314 (i know yall don't know me, but I love octavian and murat so much lmao)

Rules: Post your OC and four (or more) random photos with no explanation to convey your character's vibes

@chubritza look

1 plant, 4 cats (2, on 2 pics each), and a tattoo file.

lol.

"I write only because people tag me in these and I realize I haven't written anything long enough to count. Thank you @chubritza"

bestie you're so right for this assessment so have.. idk a snippet of the Angst Work that I'm gonna rewrite soon lmao.

"Emmrich?" Lucanis tugs at the mage's top coat layer like a child at mother's skirt. "Yes?" For the first time in a long, long time, he can't read the expression of the person he's facing. Because he's not looking at that expression. "Could you look for her one more time, please?" Lucanis looks at the solid gold on Emmrich's armor, wrapped around seams to protect, instead of his face. He can't stand to look in people's faces, lately. All his mind registers is that the face he's looking at isn't the one he wants to see, and his despair drowns out everything else. He can listen better if he's not watching them, these days. He feels Emmrich's gaze on him, regardless. "I'd hate for her to be knocking at the door but the place is empty." Emmrich's sigh is heavy, but not irritated. He beckons over Bellara and Manfred, and they leave to the top of his staircase. Spite sits cross-legged at the bottom of the stairs. Taash and Davrin lean against the bookcase, opposite Lucanis. Nobody speaks. Lucanis barely dares to breathe. Even the remains of Johanna are quiet. Probably because Spite threatened to shred the soul trapped inside with his teeth and then smash the skull into pieces against the cluttered marble tabletop if there's one more taunt from it.

Rook shrugs as she reaches for her cup. "You've taken to the pet names first." Lucanis shakes his head, puts aside his fork. Bad idea, what does he do with his hands now? He picks it back up. "Not in Trade. We don't speak Trade when we're alone." He draws circles into the air with his fork, signaling that they're not speaking Trade right now, either. "Are you trying to put me on the spot? It's not like we're a secret. You are querido." An impulse makes her smile so wide her lips touch her ears. "Oh, no. Don't give me mischief, Rook." "Or would you rather I called you sugarplum in front of our friends?" "Did I pour rum in your coffee instead of creamer?" He sniffs at her cup. Spite disagrees. "Too much wine in the sauce?" Even so, he doesn't resist when she wraps her hand around his face and squishes his lips with her fingers on his cheeks. "My honeybunch Lucanis, mi chico bonito querido. Putting the ass in assassin killer ring boss cheesepie-"

this is my irl bestie so I asked via private connection to elaborate bc frankly I lost the overview of what I share where lmao <3

"Mmm. Tell me more." Lucanis didn't know he could be that suave. Or maybe he isn't aware of the effect it would have on Rook, clearly taking her wine worse than he his. She inhales audibly, pushes her glass aside by the stand and reaches to take his own from his hands. "Say that again." She leans in closer. "What, tell me more?" Another sigh. He slowly realizes its his timbre that thrills her. "Yeah." "Tell me more." "That may very well be the sexiest thing I've ever heard you say." "You've said that before." Rook snorts, moving her flat hand around the tabletop blindly, looking for her glass. She finds his instead. "Impossible. You've never been this sexy." "And you've never been this drunk." "Tell me one other time I've told you that." "This morning, when I inhaled some of my coffee and greeted you after I'd caught my breath." "That doesn't count. You had breakfast ready. And you were a little hoarse. Few things sexier than a rough voice, when it normally isn't."

5: What's the fic you're most proud of?

prolly The Sun Won't Rise On This Side Of Isle. First long-form fic I've published to the internet. actually really helped me get into the rookanis groove of the ficlets lmao

6: What element of writing do you find comes easily?

usually when i let my adhd just run hogwild. helps me sketching out where i want which stuff to go. also my own adhd gremlin has the exact same voice as my perception of Spite lmao

22: Do you listen to anything while you write?

So I have playlists for ships (Solavellan Hell, Banckephine <3, Lucanis Dellawhorete, ...) but I usually listen to them in my free time. I usually just have youtube running in the background when I write bc if I am not processing external sound my mind will just make up a tinnitus (:

I did have these ADHD focus music streams running when I was writing my thesis though. I'm upset bc it really worked.

32: Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

Jaal has vivid imagination. Imaginary babies have names. [8 words]

@woundedsoul12 tagged me and this doesnt feel as taxing as writing so lol have my top 7 tracks as of rn

Rules: Pick 7 songs you would listen to on repeat. Just for fun, to write to, or for inspiration. No repeating artists. So tell me what you picking?

1. ESCAPE - Stray Kids (Bang Chan & Hyunjin)

2. Burn Your Village - Kiki Rockwell

3. Pretty - Georgia Cavallo

4. Only Us - Miracle of Sound

5. BATTLEFIELD - Skydxddy

6. ARTIFICIAL - Daughtry

7. Dancing With Demons - Cyan Kicks

literally an NPC in polygon's Cyberpunk RED ttrpg series that does little more than provide flavortext and a makeup color palette