Always haunted by one of the three fanfiction spirits...
The spirit of smut past 🌟👀🔥:
I'm stuck in earlier creations, thinking, consuming and re-reading what has been. It feels as if nothing can ever surpass the late great sultry classics that have been already made. And thus feast on them like tasty morsels of bread.
The spirit of smut yet to come ☠😱🤤:
Dreaming of ideas not yet written or drawn. Too overwhelmed and tormented by the visions™ to put them down in any format. But the feelings are immense and hard to get past. Endless looping of playlists.
The spirit of smut present 👁👅👁💖:
I get possessed by some Dionysian slut energy and write and draw at the speed of light as if muses have descended upon me with their legs open and demanding. (Aka. The only one that helps me get anything done.)