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✨️)

...really feeling this one today.

He's my favorite character, my comfort character, even. I hate him and he's the worst.

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!

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

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?

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.