#swampwxtch

(bolded parts are the main points if you don’t want my rambling/explanations + there’s a vague but general tldr; at the bottom. and if you actually read these posts even if you don’t interact with them, ty 💞)

- first off hi hello it’s still alex, i’ve just rebranded myself!! starting a new era more or less. i’m still catching up on updating all crossover links though. and like i said in my nonsense tags the other day: i’m keeping sparkleeye to use as a redirect page so it won’t look like i just ghosted

- still jobhunting but this medication is making it really hard to exist rn because i’m not able to fall asleep and... tbh on the verge of collapse if i lose one more night of sleep, so i’m taking a break from stressing about work until i feel like a person again (please wish me luck though as i still Need a new job and i’m not going back to my shitshow of an old job yet again because i’m that desperate)

- working on a kinda big but very self indulgent personal project rn - not art but something i’m passionate about that i’m excited to do something with - that i’ll have up in three parts before too long. there’s just a lot of ground to cover and i’m trying to make it both for the people involved in it but also for those just curious on the overall subject matter, so i actually really hope even just a few people are interested and check it out!

- making an update post for how i’ll be running my patreon for the time being! i’m still on a self-imposed hiatus of sorts after realizing i need to check my priorities as well as make some general changes, but expect to see me on there a little more soon, just with a slightly different posting schedule/arrangement

- the elephant in the room: i’ll still be posting harringrove/ST stuff, but only when i feel like it. so yes, i do plan on eventually updating my wips and getting back to things i actually want to finish, but on my own time as they are not my priority rn and i don’t want to continue forcing myself to work on things i feel nothing for. 

- tbqh i just honestly and sadly haven’t felt inspired to do anything creative for or w/harringrove or just ST for a really long time... i’ve been forcing myself for over a year now just to maintain appearances/maybe gain more traction again by being a more focused account but that’s not working for me and... i don’t want everything i do to be fandom based anymore. i want to be able to do art for a living and i think i’ve been limiting myself for a really long time just because fan art + fandom is comfortable but it’s not really taking me anywhere anymore and hasn’t for a long time.

- so: yes that does mean i’m not going to be 90% harringrove/ST + 10% other stuff blog anymore; for as long as i keep using this site i’m really just going to be RBing whatever different kind of content i want to at the time as well as making whatever kind of content i want to, as long as what i’m involved in and/or making is not interfering with my happiness, productivity, creativity, or actual life things that need to take precedent.

- tldr; still in the midst of getting my shit together and will be for awhile but i’m actively trying because i’m so tired of feeling hopeless and lost and anxious and can’t do that anymore, hence i’m rebranding, making my patreon work for me, going to be making content i want to make vs. what i think people want to see from me, and stepping away from being hyper-saturated in singular online communities to casually jump between interests.

but yeah here’s to a new chapter!!

     ‘ SOOO, I WAS... told to look for you here. Nice garden, huh? A little too neat, but what can you do. ’ Her voice is just a little shaky, gloved thumbs rubbing together in the one betrayal of the Warden’s anxiety. No matter how many times she rehearsed this, actually SEEING Morrigan again renders her speechless. An urge to simply run up to the witch and embrace her is getting stronger, held back only by UNCERTAINTY in her friend’s... current stance on hugs. 

Morrigan’s breathing was shallow as she gently straddled her lover, cheeks a soft pink in color. Her body felt hot - almost on fire - as if the only thing to make it go out was Nev herself. Her hands were so tender, cupping the other’s cheeks as she pulled the Warden in, passionately kissing her.

The entire time, she continued to straddle, hips gyrating in a clockwise motion, the need for more clearly there.

really until i have more of an audience interested and more content to show off—and when my mental health isn’t as terribly fragile as it is now—i won’t be using it, meaning my content’s kinda free game right now? but if you’re interested in supporting me in a similar way, i still have my ko-fi up @ swampwxtch! once i have less to catch up on i’ll probably be doing some doodle commissions over there too~

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“Morrigan should be back any minute now,” Nevarine remarked as she finished the last touches on her makeup. Kieran was fast asleep in a different room, and Morrigan was outside tending to the herb garden. When Nevarine had returned home a little less than an hour ago, she snuck in; not alerting the sorceress to her return.

i want a dlc where morrigan plays a more prominent role or at least integrate her into the party system

sleep child

accidental affection

♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

She doesn’t mean to snoop (she never does), but the door is ajar, and she swears she can hear snatches of a melody fastened onto a deliciously deep, bordering on gravelly, timber. 

             Josephine doesn’t recognize the song (perhaps an old Chasind lullaby?) but it doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. She hovers by the door for a moment, enjoying the strange tune, until she figures that she has remained still for far too long than is appropriate and gives a polite knock.

             “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that a nightingale occupied this chamber.” She can’t help but smile to herself as she wonders if it was possible for Morrigan to feel flustered at being caught singing, of all things. “I will return at a more convenient time, Lady Morrigan. Apologies for disturbing your bath, but... you have a lovely voice. I couldn’t resist.”