More Kazimier Practice

More Kazimier practice 💋

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.

✨️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.

My asexual sex demon

Thinking about how Kazimier falls under the Asexual spectrum, which is surprising to some since the character has a lot of sex in my story/is a sex demon.

For most of the book, he's not getting intimate because he wants to, necessarily. It's not exactly noncon, either. It's just.. food. Incubi in my world aren't able to consume regular food once they come into their powers, they survive on lust. He's gone through periods of his life cursing his heritage, angry at that persistent hunger, ignoring it in ways that only a neurodivergant can understand (here's your reminder to drink or eat something, dear reader). He'd rather be untouched, untangled, left to his thoughts. But instead of pain in his stomach it's the strain in his pants that tears him away. When he finally feeds he does so ravenously, with indulgence and intensity that would make anyone believe that he revels in being a sexual demon. Once it's over, so is his interest in it, sexual relief bringing a mental relief that he's got several days until he has to entangle himself in someone else's pleasure once more.

I guess I'm saying that sexuality is multifaceted, and there's a lot of nuance to it. Hypersexuality and asexuality can be found in the same person without cheapening the experiences of those who only identify with one or the other or neither. And like, it's as ok to have ace characters have sex and be gritty self-proclaimed sluts (like Kazimier) as it is to write ace characters who never have sex or sexual urges (which I also have in my story).

Eeeeverything is a 3d spectrum, yall.

✨️Seven Sentence Sunday✨️

(Six was not quite enough)

@fortunatetragedy had an open tag and I am bustin' into it like the kool-aid man 😎💥

Side-project to Seven Circles 🌐 where I'm writing Kazimier’s backstory as if he's telling the story.

Quite the system, eh? Well I didn’t fit into it when I arrived though. I was too clean, too bright-eyed apparently, had round cheeks and a sun-kissed look about me. Didn't have any credits neither! ‘Just my clothes and my wits’ wasn’t an exaggeration there, and my wits weren’t enough to know what the people were like.

Du’Preve was so dark to me.. I don’t think I was there a full hour before I bumped into someone an’ got called a damn squints- that’s what Du’Preved call you sunwalkers who come visiting. Because that’s what you look like walkin’ around in the dark, squints.

Tagging @katenewmanwrites and @smellyrottentrees in case yall want to share some lines +Open tag.

I have no blorbos. Only blorbitches and blorbastards and an occasional pitable blorbae to balance the party.