So.. I Cosplay Most Of My OCs..

So.. I cosplay most of my OCs.. 🙈

Some of you may know that I'm a make up/drag artist and performer. Some of you may also know that I use those skills to bring some of my OCs to life on my own face.

Anyway, I made a poll of posts I should do and posting pics of me as Kazimier from my story 🌐7 Circles🌐 was the winner. 🎉

I'm flattered and flustered at the same time, but hopefully yall enjoy!

Most of these were shot in '22. Last pic is most recent (oct'23)

Old video of me as Kaz to finish (heads up I'm NOT on tiktak anymore). Ok representation of what he sounds like!

Gods, what a weird looking mf.. and he is almost that animated when he's not hiding who he is. Also his left fang being crooked is cannon lol

Not sure which of you voted for this, but I hope ya liked it?

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What if at every opportunity to describe or summarize my WIP story I simply put [BOY X MOSTLY-BOY DONT LIKE DONT READ!!!] Nothing else. No other context or hints or anything, just that unhelpful message and a link to the damn thing.

Story Garden Tag ✨️

Tagged by @the-golden-comet a long time ago for this. Better late than never (I needed to gather my feels to write this).

Rules: Use the given starting sentences for each paragraph, start to construct a story, then share it and add your own starters, and keep the story going!

This will be written as thoughts of future Klaus from 🌐7 Circles🌐 and are VERY spoiler-y so if you don't want to be spoilt mosey on (trust me).

Your Lines:

I'm sure you're wondering how I got here.

Well it started with a pigeon.

So there I was, unable to go back.

1. It was the beginning of the end.

It was the beginning of the end from the moment she first told me that she didn’t mind my fangs. I always knew that we would have a century, maybe less. I knew that she would age, and I would not. I knew what other mortals would think of her - what they would see in us: a monster and a fangbanger. I never knew how to not love her. 

2. No amount of sorrow could hold me down.

No amount of sorrow could hold me down. No amount of warnings or remarks spat at her feet convinced her away from my side. No amount of me offering did either. I was her ‘fanged fae’ and she was my Sunshine. I wanted all of her, forever. Something I could never have. Ma didn’t want to approve, knowing that I would have an immortal life to mourn my mortal lover, but she could never hate someone who clearly loved me so much. The two women in my life were holding my hands and each other’s when Ma died. 

3. That was the first time I died.

That was the first time I died - a part of me fading away with my Ma. Fae aren’t meant to lose each other the way mortals do. Maybe that’s why my Sunshine led me through losing my Ma as well as she did. Maybe that’s why it was so much harder to keep going after I came home to find my Sunshine gone and I died a second time. Maybe I shouldn’t have - I wouldn’t have died a third time if I hadn’t gone chasing after her, hadn’t spent ten years searching when there was… no. There was a point. There was, and no amount of sorrow would hold me back. Chasing my Sunshine was the beginning of… everything.

Taggames! (no pressure) @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 @lychhiker-writes @the-golden-comet @fortunatetragedy @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting +Open Tag

Morreial's heist supplies: Tag Game ✨️

Original game by @thecomfywriter (Post HERE). Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!

Premise: Write your OC using these tools (from Ch. 18 of Throne of Vengeance) to commit a heist involving an armored vault. A piece of string, a lantern, oil, matches, a book, a cup, an enchanted shovel, and a pair of gloves. And, a navy blue Henley

Love, LOVE this prompt. It's perfect for Kazimier💋, my shapeshifting incubus OC from my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐

It's kinda spoiler-y, because it goes over some of Kazimier's abilities and really shows the kind of bastard he is. You've been warned.

Tonight is your final meeting with this criminal. Kazimier smirks behind his drink, an appraising glint in his mismatched eyes. "You wanna know how I did it?" he teases. He knew you did, but wanted to hear you say it anyway.

"How did you steal it?"

He leans back, swirling his glass. "So the safe in this fancy hotel was owned by a Nexi couple, right? They shipped the damn thing down from Nexis years ago an' had it installed in their always-booked penthouse suite. I woulda' sacked it a decade ago but this safe has an arcane lock, capisce?"

You shake your head no, and he rolls his eyes.

"Magic technology, unpickable. An' the only way to open this particular lock is to touch their wedding rings to this weird circle on the front, yeah? So the first thing I do is track down a mediocre fairy lantern replica."

"Wait, what?" you can help uttering, and it earns you a scoff.

"What? It's not like faeries are real, an' if they were they'd appreciate how stupid some folks are over their alleged arda'facts. The husband was one such stupid folk, and after broadcastin' that someone on the black market found a new lantern, a few fake death threats, and a well-placed comment made by a poker dealer- I got him to agree to a meeting in a car. One of them fancy Nexi ones that comes with a driver an' I made sure the person at the wheel is one on my payroll. I arrive as a representative of the auction house, shapeshifted to look like a vampiress."

"Wait, so you-"

"Had tits, yes. Along with long brown hair, skinny ankles, and a pencil skirt shorter than your attention span."

You grimace, "I wasn't going to ask about you having, uh.."

"-AAAnnyway, the moment I set down my briefcase bag it starts leakin' a sleeping gas and I keep him distracted. Soon enough he's out like a light and I crack open the hollowed out copy of 'Auctions Uncatalogued: A Dry Fuckin' History Book' for a few supplies. I knew he was a thicc bastard, so I came prepared with some oil and string to get the ring off, as well as gloves to keep the guy's taste outta my brain."

"What does that mean??"

"I'm not gonna explain how to get little rings offa big fingers, bud. Ask the internet. OH, I also filched his shirt- a blue henley kinda' thing, and his slacks. The car keeps movin' and I use his weird-Nexi-phone to call his broad, who is very occupied in some high-stakes gambling and tell 'er using her husband's voice that I need her ring to make an exchange of some Nexan technology in the safe for the super legit fairy lamp some vampire just showed me. I shapeshift into the husband, put on his clothes, and am in and out of the casino without the broad suspecting a thing. She hands me the ring, I complain bitterly about her not spendin' enough time with me, she tells me not now and goes back to her gambling. Perfect marriage. An hour later I've exchanged their top-grade arcane technology for a dinky old lamp and am waitin' around for the wife to show up." Kazimier finishes, quirking his brow as he drinks some of his cocktail.

After a few moments it seems like he;s truly done, but it might be another instance of him leading you to egg him on. "Well what happened when the wife showed up?" you ask, hooked despite yourself.

Kazimier's grin widens, "She found a brown-haired vampress in her penthouse wearing nothing but her husbands blue henley." He takes in your expression and keeps going, "The broad probably would've killed me if I didn't 'confess' that her husband had just left for the bar in the lobby with the other girl. Boy did that lie get her back out the door in an instant. From there I put a little oil in a glass cup, light it with a match, an' drop the little moltov offa' the balcony. A signal to get in position. I count to sixty and jump off myself- make my getaway."

You lean back, taking in the convoluted mind you're sitting with tonight, somewhat stunned. "Wait- Why did you need to borrow my enchanted shovel, then?" you add, happy that it was returned to you clean and unharmed the moment you sat down but curious since Kazimier said it was needed for this heist.

"Oh, that? I killed the husband." Kazimier says with a casual shrug.

"You used my shovel to bury a Nexan?!" you hiss, leaning forward. This wasn't what you expected at all when Kazimier offered you a deal.

Kazimier leans forward, all the humor gone from his face, only the tilt of his head hinting at his amusement. "I used your very unique shovel to kill, a Nexan, sunshine." He kills his drink and with a parting chuckle you and your shovel are left behind, tools that have fulfilled their use and you realize with ice in your blood why Kazimier just told you everything.

Tonight is your final meeting with this criminal.

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OC Interview 🌠✨️

Thanks for the tag @fortunatetragedy (apologies in advance. I split it up so you're gonna get several tags of this lmao)

I'm going to be answering as Seeker🌠 from my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐

What is your favorite thing to do to avoid responsibility?

I did so once, and I regret it more than anything. I really aim to fulfill as many of my responsibilities as is feasible.

If you could choose anyone in the world to be your sibling who would it be?

I don't know. I have a sibling from.. how would you say this in surface terms.. my mother's wife's third husband? I've not spent much time with her, however. I think my father's first wife bore a child but that was over 500 years ago and I don't count the man as a sibling per se.

What was the worst day of your life?

I.. heh, I decided to take advice from a person who was in a precarious health position. A person very dear to me. I left their side, and in my absence, they passed. I wish very much that I could go back and hold their hands until the end.

If a monster asked you your worst nightmare what would you tell it and why?

Monster... I am unfamiliar with this term, but on the whole I keep such things as nightmares to myself. I would tell it I appreciate the concern but am not in need of sharing, thank you.

Would you give away secret information if tortured?

I would like to think that if the information was of utmost importance and there were consequences to sharing that would impact others, that I would not. However I've never been in such a position and only received basic training on the matter. I don't know how well I would hold out in reality.

Would you consider yourself different?

-Chuckling- I think I would, yes. I'm not from the surface, and the inhabitants here don't know what to make of me. I may be the only quadrobracial individual down here, and most certainly the only one following the ordinances of Kalilith-kind.

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Out of Context/Last Line Tag ✨️

Thanks for the tags: @the-golden-comet @lychhiker-writes and @authorcoledipalo (its a bit more than 9 lines tho)

Recently reworked a lot in an earlier chapter of 🌐7 Circles🌐, so here's a slice from that!

He closes the door behind the green-haired hybrid who is still bare of anything but his bonds, and looks him over once more. In the bright lights and bustle of the party he had been presented as a shiny new toy, horns polished and faintly gleaming oil scenting his skin while his green-and-red gaze was trained submissively towards the floor. But here in the dim and silent entry of Klaus’ residence there was something foreboding about this ‘gift’. One would expect a true PA to be at attention, ready for orders. Or if he were new to the system, frightened, worried, lost.. maybe desperately trying to escape. This PA is none of those things. The collared man surveys the room, intent and silent, before looking Klaus in the eye as if searching for something to pick apart. Awaiting the next happening. Klaus would give him that much. At the press of a button on the anadem at Klaus’ wrist, a small menu projects in a rectangle of light and Klaus navigates through settings. Then, all of the shackles fall from the PA save for the collar, leaving his hands and feet free.

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