The Ever Terrifying And Exhausting Cycle Of I Dont Want To Share My Writing Bc It Feels Disheartening

the ever terrifying and exhausting cycle of “i don’t want to share my writing bc it feels disheartening when not many people are interested in it” and “i have to post the writing for people to become interested in it”

🎨Fanart Friday!!🖌

Finally it's not Kaz..

Here's an adorable drawing of Seeker🌠 that one of my partners drew. Seeker was originally a DnD character before I tossed them into 🌐7 Circles🌐,

So cute!! And the hair color is really really good! Four arms are also SO difficult to do poses with but it looks practically effortless here.

I'm gonna point out one (1) inaccuracy bc my partner is ok with it and it's an important feature of Seeker's- the nose above is adorable, but Seeker's nose is actually magnificent:

Thank you so much for the art of my they-dy, dear, they look lovely.

Art stuff tag: @the-golden-comet @lychhiker-writes @gioiaalbanoart @quillswriting (hmu to be +/- to any of my taglists)

i saw your beach episode oc tag and noticed we both have characters called seeker! i'd love to know more about them if you have the time :)

Ohh another Seeker!? ✨️

I'd love to give a little overview (and feel free to coment some about your own oc!~)

Here are a few 🌟visuals🌟 and posts that introduce Seeker🌠, they're one of the main characters of my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐

Last Line Tag:

By the time Seeker reconvenes with Duke Vayne, over an hour has passed and they're feeling leagues better. Their skin was washed and moisturized, their hair meticulously cleaned, dried, and re-braided. They even allowed themself a small emotional breakdown in the shower before returning to their role of poised diplomat.

Height Tag:

6'5", The willowy kalilith looks down at you, and you feel small- but not in the way the demons make you feel small. Those depthless green eyes turn to you and in that moment you see yourself as they do, something to be picked up, held, protected, valued. In that way, their tallness takes your breath away..

Thanks for the ask! I love seeing questions in my inbox (even if it takes me a bit to answer.)

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Out of Context Tag ✨️

Thanks @the-golden-comet and @lychhiker-writes

From Chapter 9 of 🌐7 Circles🌐: Afternoon Tea

Well, he supposed he had asked for it. Kazimier considers, biting idly into his gag as he glances up at Klaus from where he was ordered to sit on the limo floor. After all those days of dreadful boredom, he was now to be paraded around some gossip party with Saving-Face-Owner-Klaus, the bastard, and presumably tested for obedience.  The hairs on Kazimier's neck raise as he feels the vehicle slow to a stop, making his golden collar more uncomfortable than usual, somehow heavier. The driver announces their arrival at the estate of Lady Cesilia Arrison, sister to His Grace Julenius Arrison, Duke of Envy.Klaus doesn't even bother to command Kazimier. He snaps his fingers twice, an impatient gesture, as he gets out of the vehicle. One of Lady Arrison's PAs greets him and directs him to the garden.

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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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Heads up Seven Up/Last Writing/etc. ✨️

Thanks for the tags! I got enough of them that I'm just tagging my list of peers at the end lmao.

From Ch 5 of my WIP, 7 Circles:

Demyen had been trying to put Klaus in impossible positions for fourteen years, and loathe as Klaus is to admit it, he might have finally started looking for flaws in the right places. If Klaus shows Kazimier mercy, he risks exposure. If he doesn’t, he risks assimilation. In one fell swoop, Demyen had made Klaus feel on-edge in his own penthouse, taken away any lingering ability to ignore his complicity in the PA system, and given him a constant reminder of what is at stake if he’s stupid enough to soften towards the poor bastard who didn’t have any real choice in being Demyen’s pawn, even if he is annoyingly observant and always thinking, always tapping his fingers or playing with the hem of his clothes in want of something to fidget with.

It has only been two weeks, and Klaus is softening, and the bastard knows it.

He has worked himself into enough of a temper by the time he opens the door to the penthouse that he’s not even sure which of the two of them he’s cursing when a sharp crackling sound punches through the air, a pained sound from the bastard in question at it’s heels.

Shit!

I haven't been posting as much due to an unexpected death in the family but I'm still alive and kickin', just might not be as active for awhile 💙

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