an overactive imagination (more like maladaptive daydreaming) and some seriously backed up emotional faculties, lol. in all sincerity, telling little stories is sort of a side effect of my being alive!! even on hiatus like this, i'm constantly breaking stuff apart internally and rebuilding it with new shapes and faces, though i try to avoid simplistic 1-to-1 retellings. anything and everything might stimulate the story center of my brain, and suddenly i'm helplessly in love with a little scene i Need to write, or some less formed character moment/dialogue exchange.

i spent a long time with barely any outlet for these overflowing thoughts and feelings, barring some forum roleplay as a teenager. once i started moving and making... it's been really hard to turn the faucet back off, even with my body literally screaming at me to stop like this >>

you Could say that my biggest drive is external, since i was unable to escape my own gravity without the outside encouragement i got in response to early dollfic!! i try to stay self-driven as social media gets less stable and more diffuse, though. these stories exist to bear a weight greater than praise.