He's Not My Little Meow Meow, But He Might Be My Little Yowling-bloody-murder-from-the-damp-alleyway.

He's not my little meow meow, but he might be my little yowling-bloody-murder-from-the-damp-alleyway.

Fanart Friday~ 🎨

@the-golden-comet keeps drawing my ocs and I'm so touched and grateful 😭💕 thank you as always for the care and consideration you use drawing them!!

Look at these sweet beans!!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!! It's Seeker from my WIP 7 Circles having their hair braided by Goldens angelic boy Tenshi and.... ugh it's just cavity-inducing holy shit 🥺💗 the two of them would enable each other to incredible degrees I think 😂. Thank you so much Goldie, your art always brightens my life.

Art stuff!: @lychhiker-writes @gioiaalbanoart @quillswriting @wyked-ao3 (hmu to be +/- to my fanart friday posts)

WIP Wednesday ✍️

Shhh it's still Wednesday in the next timezone over..

Rolling all my writing tags into one here, so thanks to @willtheweaver @cowboybrunch and @tragedycoded for the tags!

Here's another clippet from Ch 8 of 🌐7 Circles🌐, Response Ability

He looks towards the door of the fridge, then shakes his head. "No, you first. PAs don't eat before their Masters.. Or Messers."

"..I see." Seeker says with a frown, but then a light sparks in their gold-speckled eyes. "Am I expected to completely finish a meal before you can start yours?"

Valian oscillates. "It depends on the person, and whether their PAs are servin' or somethin.' Since I don't think you're askin' that of me, I s'pose that makes it your call. But don't think I don't know what you're up to."

"I'm not 'up to' anything dear Valian.." they say, one of their hands opening the fridge and reaching into the fruit basket. They pop a singular grape into their mouth. "I'm simply beginning my meal.." they say, eyes sliding over to the ifrit to see if he'll take the loophole.

I love Seeker 🌠, what a good bean. Hope to finish this chapter soon!

7C taglist: @gioiaalbanoart @biblicallyaccuratefruitbat @katenewmanwrites @lychhiker-writes @autism-purgatory

@wyked-ao3 @zackprincebooks @smellyrottentrees @aalinaaaaaa @the-golden-comet

@quillswriting @nbkuhn @ddgraywrites @desastreus @theglitchywriterboi

@shanakin-skywalker @honeybewrites @sincerelydorky

A Musing Monday 🎐

Today I'm musing on movement vs lack of movement. Right now there's a lot of movement around me, and yet im feeling stuck. Immobile.

One of my partners is on a family vacation, a close friend of mine is moving, another friend started a new job. I know people finishing their book drafts and starting journeys to learn drawing and going back to school and marching up to businesses to ask for jobs.. it's amazing. Its breathtaking. Achingly so.

I feel petrified in comparison. Im having moments of movement- a little inspiration, a flash of bravery, and idea of things that could be. But it feels like an engine that rumbles with the start of something only to immediately fade back to stillness. Sometimes a lack of movement means peace. Not here.

We dont expect that stutter in our protagonists, we dont see it much in books and media. Is it because of the way it itches? The way it reminds us of headaches that keep us from sleeping while also dragging us into feeling sleepy? Perhaps its just not interesting to show someone putting forth surges of effort only for nothing to come of it. Perhaps its too scary. Too reminiscent of the futality we run from.

This musing doesn't have a pretty bow on it, no positive note to soften- but I invite you to ponder on it. How does it sit in your chest? How are you defying it or being defined by it? How would you write about it? How can a protagonist be defined by the way they can't move when they're trying to?

Fanart Friday!! 🎨

Thank you so much @the-golden-comet for the birthday gift!! 😭💕 (my bday was yesterday! 🎉) I love seing my blorbos with your blorbos and seeing Kazimier here with Peter and Benji makes me so happy 🥰

It's so fun that Kazimier is a little taller than Peter here bc you KNOW that bitch is wearing heels to achieve that 👏 Also Benji glaring at Peter who is glaring as Kaz who is thinking about feeding on a twink is 🤌🤣

Thank you so much, this really brightened up my birthday 🫶 🥳

Arttagss: @lychhiker-writes @wyked-ao3 @gioiaalbanoart also @tragedycoded @cowboybrunch to show off~

9 lines 9 people/writing share tag! ✨️

Thanks to uhh @cowboybrunch @rotting-moon-writes @lychhiker-writes and @tragedycoded for the tags!

Here's 9 lines from the Valian POV chapter that's currently giving me a headache in 🌐7 Circles🌐 :

The last couple hours have been utter chaos, but the ifrit had been kind of expecting it. The way he'd grown up, you either developed a sixth sense for when you'd caught someone's attention or... well, you didn't grow up. So the moment he'd realized he'd caught Greed's attention of all people, he'd known that something was going to happen. It hadn't been more than a few minutes after she and her.... whoever it was... passed by that a satyr had dragged him off of his duty- scrubbing the pretentious white walls of the most pretentious building ever- and into a service hall in the back of the building.  “Name and case number?” The satyr asked, too fussed over something on his tablet to bother looking up. Val realized with a shiver that this bloke was higher up than him and answered prompt and professional-like. “Valian Ifrit, 85335-2212-16.” “Milos, PA to Greed.” he says, glancing up only a moment, “Valian your case is being transferred by order of The Duke of Greed, effective immediately. Come, we have little time to process you.”

Tagging: @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 @the-golden-comet @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting @gioiaalbanoart @ddgraywrites (no pressure) +Open tag!