Last Line/WIP Wednesday Tag

Last line/WIP Wednesday tag ✨️

Thank you to @the-golden-comet @cowboybrunch and @tragedycoded for the tag! 💕

Here's the last line I wrote for 🌐7 Circles🌐, in Chapter 8: Response Ability (Seeker POV)

They shine the bangles as promised, their eyes dry like a receding tide sure to surge back later, chuckling to the empty room as they recall the gruff man who had taught them so much.

Someone give this sweet bean a hug 🫂 🌠

7C taglist: @gioiaalbanoart @biblicallyaccuratefruitbat @katenewmanwrites @lychhiker-writes @honeybewrites

@autism-purgatory @wyked-ao3 @zackprincebooks @smellyrottentrees @aalinaaaaaa

@quillswriting @sincerelydorky

@nbkuhn @ddgraywrites @desastreus @theglitchywriterboi @shanakin-skywalker (hmu to be +/- from my list✨️)

Fanart Friday! 🎨

This gorgeous WIP is by my dear BestNightmares on discord.

It's such an amazing depiction of The Duke of Greed, Evaynaya Donahue-Selway. She's a secondary character in 🌐7 Circles🌐. This is a woman who controls the finances of the world and you can tell.

I haven't been as active lately, but I'm doing good satisfying work on both my story and myself 🪷 so I'm just posting on here when it feels good and I got the space for it.

Arttag list~: @the-golden-comet @lychhiker-writes @gioiaalbanoart @quillswriting @wyked-ao3 @cowboybrunch

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!

WIP Wednesday: Confession Tag! ✨️

Thanks for the tag @tragedycoded~

I'm posting a confession-vibe clip from my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐, and there's spoilers and 🌶sexual content🌶 ahead

From Chapter 5: The Pent-Up House

Kazimier barely gives a grunt in response as his finger gently traces a pattern in the plush fabric of the sofa, mind elsewhere. Klaus moves closer, studying his charge, looking at more than just what the shock did to his system- the flush not linked to the burns, the way his hips shift in discomfort under the blanket.

“..So how often are you supposed to feed, then?”

Kazimier’s jaw tightens and he pauses his idle occupation of creating a criss-cross design in the couch's soft upholstery. "Ya' feed me once a week- just what a 'Cubi needs." he offers smoothly, rubbing his design into nothingness.

Two can play at that game. "So, every day then." Klaus says deliberately.

"Pfft." Kazimier rolls his eyes hard enough that his head follows the movement before tipping back to look at Klaus. "Seems like a lot," Klaus says, keeping his voice and face suspiciously innocent. His hands fall to his belt, undoing the buckles. "But what kind of incubus would I be if I couldn't keep up?" 

The implication is clear. And Klaus has every intention of sticking to this ridiculous schedule unless Kazimier answers. Something behind Kazimier’s eyes flashes with the temptation, the hunger. The rest of him lashes out, unable to grit his teeth another time.

"Now Sir," Kazimier grinds out, muscles protesting as he heaves himself into a seated position, "I'm a domesticated mongrel these days, not usin' as much energy as I did in 'the wild'. I don' know why in tha’ four districts you'd wanna screw yourself feedin' me higher than my former rate- three days durrin' workin’ weeks for your damn information, but it ain't needed." he spits out, lip curling. He leans forward, eyes full of defiance and desire in a way that sent a shiver down Klaus’ spine "I can keep on with you slidin’ your cock past my fangs on the weekly for a loong while yet. Sir." He purrs loathingly. They had taken the man out of Du’Preve, but he was definitely 4th class, even here in Nexis.

Klaus should be outraged. He should hit the anadem and send another charge through Kazimier for his insolence. He should beat him. Or starve him. Or something. 

Three days. 

Klaus smiles wide and warm as he delights in the fire he’s uncovered in the hybrid. "Three days then. Easy enough." He responds, fixing his belt. Kazimier licks his teeth, mismatched eyes squinting in contempt as his temper cools and gravity sets in. "So you’re a moxie thing.. ain't ya?" he says, mouth stuck between a snarl and a smirk.  "So I've been told," Klaus says smugly.

7 Circles stuffs taglist: @gioiaalbanoart @biblicallyaccuratefruitbat @katenewmanwrites @pencilpusher1000 @lychhiker-writes @autism-purgatory @wyked-ao3 @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @smellyrottentrees @aalinaaaaaa @the-golden-comet @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting @nbkuhn @ddgraywrites @desastreus @nbkuhn @theglitchywriterboi @shanakin-skywalker @honeybewrites @sincerelydorky

On the curse side, It can take me a month to finish a chapter that's A Little Too Sad. On the blessed side I can crank out a 3k word sex scene in a couple of hours.

This is my work-life balance as a writer.

Genuine question, why are your pronouns structured like they/them/he?

Is that in lime order of preference or smth

(obviously no hate, genuinely curious)

I am a genderfluid cryptid first and foremost, but like masculine titles like Sir.

It's a shorthand for whatever gender that is, I suppose.