I'm Going To Work On This Character's Reference Sheet More Today

I'm going to work on this character's reference sheet more today ☺️

-points threateningly at my mirror-

YES. TODAY. 🫵😠

Kazimier (pronounced Cazjh-meer, similar to Cashmere) is a shapeshifter-Incubus hybrid who lives in the trashy city of Du'Preve. He lives like a rockstar, owning a salacious club where he has his pick of lust-filled party-goers. But he works in the underground like a paranoid chess player; careful, distrustful, and always calculating several moves ahead under numerous aliases. That is, until he was arrested and sent to serve the full-blooded demons of the capitol..

(One of 7 Circles main characters, feel free to comment or ask questions! I own none of the pics, I simply arranged and edited them.)

✨️OC Questionnaire Tag✨️

Thank you @the-golden-comet for the tag!

My questions:

What is your favorite thing to eat?

What is one of your lifelong goals?

Do you have any fears?

Your questions:

So you're one of those people?

Is this really where you wanted to end up?

Why can't you just.. stop?

I'll be answering as Kazimier from my story 🌐 7 Circles 🌐

He's a serial question-dodger so I'll be answering realistically, but also with a [box of forced truthfulness] lol

(He has a new york-adjacent accent)

1. What is your favorite thing to eat?

Pffft. I ain’t been able ta' eat actual food since I was 'round two decades old, squints. But I do got a favorite meal. Lust has it's own kinda flavor, yeah? And when my prey is achin' for me, followin' my lead and hanging on my every move- that's when I pull away, just a little, just enough for them to whine and show me desperation and add more submissive flavor to the spiking lust.. mmnf. That's my favorite food right there.

[I'm kinda drawn to the sweetness of some lust. It's a flavor that comes out if someone cares for ya, if they're havin' romantic feelin's. But.. it's too much, ya know? Sickly sweet. Makes me think about how I must've tasted once..]

What is one of your lifelong goals?

Let's see.. not livin' in the gutta'.. bein' well off enough I don't gotta sell my rouge to the vamps.. ownin' more than three trashy outfits to go drinkin' in.. I've got all a 4th district sleezebag could want, dollface.

[The only goal is to never, ever, go back to where I've been. I was a naive little dreamer. I was a faithful follower. I was a lover.. then I was on the run, only place I could go was the bed of whatever meal I could entice into feeding me. No plan B. No backup. I'm workin' to put as many safeguards between me and any of THAT as I can.]

Do you have any fears?

What, like humans under the bed? Nah, just fears anyone around here has- bright spaces an' sunshine, gettin' collared, developing terminal mortality..

[And needles, along with damn near anythin' that attaches to 'em. Also I fuckin' hate seein' my own blood. Soak me in someone elses and it's just a matter of tryin' to save my clothes but.. even a drop of my own makes me sick to my stomach. ]

Tagging @katenewmanwrites @cowboybrunch and @officialauthorofanotherworld but no pressure. Open tag! I'd love to see how my questions get answered.

Friday Kiss Tag!

Saw this posted by @the-golden-comet and you bet your fanglovin' ass I'm jumping on this one. 🔥

From Seven Circles 🌐: Ch13, Inquiries.

(I cut the scene before it gets explicit but here's a soft tw anyway for kissing with sexual intent 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨)

Klaus's gaze follows those hands. What he's considering is.... entirely unheard of for Nexi to do for a PA, and yet... He steps closer, crowding Kazimier. "Then take it." He murmurs. The shifter worries his lip with a fang, suddenly so close to the warm skin of the other man. He recalls the Nexi's reaction the first time Kazimier tried to top him. No biting. He'd have to hold back, do less. Even if Klaus' lust holds that touch of bitter flavor that yearns for claws down his back and teeth at his throat.. Kazimier yanks Klaus forward, hand crumpled in his crisp button-up, and their lips crash together. Immediately the hungered incubus is groaning at the taste- feeling that lust appear from the un-sense-able void. Kazimier’s other hand grips Klaus' waist as his hips press forward in search of friction.

I didn't realize 13 chapters pass before a kiss happens and I LOVE that! It really fits with sex not being inherently intimate for these characters (cuz they have sex apleanty before ch13 😏) and kissing.. it takes a bit of time for them to get comfortable enough to do.

Tagging new writblr followers 🫰 @orphanheirs @marlowethelibrarian and @aalinaaaaaa (no pressure tho! And if you have no kiss scenes, share one of a character eating? 🤷) Or anyone else who may have a smooch to share! 💋

I really need to start a tag list at some point..

I'm still pretty new to drawing techniques, but the one where you repeat the name of a body part in increasingly distressed and confused tones I have got DOWN.

Anticapitalism urban fantasy where queer sex moves the plot forward, got it. 🫡🔥

I'm not sure I can express this sentiment strongly enough, but I'm going to try via the medium of large bolded text.

Write what the fuck you want.

Write what makes you happy. Write what makes your soul sing. Write what fucks you up and makes you cry. Write what comforts you. Write what distracts you. Write what you want to read. Write what you want to watch.

Write what you want to dream about tonight.

Write what you can't get enough of. Write what you're completely obsessed with. Write what wakes you up at 4am and drags you out of bed because you can't stop thinking about what your characters are going to do next.

Write what turns you on, if that's your vibe. Write characters you're in love with and characters who inspire you and characters you want to be friends with and characters you fucking hate but oh my god they're so much fun.

Write about things you would sell your soul to do in real life and things you would never do in real life. Write about things that are happening right now and things that happened a thousand years ago and things that might happen in the future and things you wish could happen.

Write to get a publishing deal or to sell your books yourself or not to sell your books at all. Write for your friends or for strangers or for the people who reblog your posts on Tumblr and send you songs that remind them of your characters.

Write for yourself.

Fuck any system that tells you there's only one right way to create or one valid way to share your writing. Your story, the way you tell it, has so much value. Make people smile or piss people off or do both of those things because art is divisive and fascinating and beautiful.

Start writing. Keep writing. And write what the fuck you want.

No, like, I'm so scared at some point I'm gonna comment "Omg this post reminds me of your OC Elliot!" ...but the OP has no OC named Elliot, my little rat brain just mixed up one mutual/story/oc with another one 😵‍💫

So sorry in advance if I do this to any of yall 😥

Shout out to the creators that always tag their content posts with the character and WIP names!

I'm bad enough with names irl so remembering which blog + story title + OC name is a big struggle 😅 and the tags save me every time.