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New time!

I'm kind of a mess -- but a friendly one!

I'm an author, a , and a moon in training.

I talk a lot about my familiar, Merlin the cat.

I post a lot of and for free -- mostly cute creatures and monster romance and .

I toot awkward true stories in

I love

I'm the eldest of seven siblings and nearly all of us are queer.

I'm very awkward but do say hello!

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I wrote a book!

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If you love D&D and traditional fantasy with a twist, you might well enjoy BOOKS & BONE!

-scholars and libraries!
-black magic!
-zombie friends!
-evil necromancers but ... friendly?
-ace romance!

Follow Ree, necromancer town archivist, as she attempts to keep her family and neighbours from killing a foppish, arrogant, and amiable historian from the world beyond the crypt.

Sample and buy links: victoriacorva.xyz/books/books-

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She saw on TV that ghosts made things cold, and she’d always had chilly feet at night.

So she found a stone with a hole through the middle and she waited under the covers until the chill made her toes curl.

Gently, she sat up, closing one eye and holding the stone up to the other.

Shimmering and thin as a beam of moonlight, the cat stretched and resettled on her feet.

She smiled and went back to bed, careful not to kick.

She’d always wanted a cat.

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β€˜It’s just a pigeon,’ said the girl. β€˜Let it die.’

The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his fingertips. β€˜It just needs help, that’s all.’

He nursed it day and night. Warmed it by a lamp, cleaned its wounds. Fed it from his hand. Every day it grew stronger. And larger.

After a week, it was the size of a cat. A month, a dog. It gazed at him with adoring eyes. And one day, it would carry him into the sky.

Make my birthday, sign up to my Patreon for one month for a single dollar. Then quit the subscription after helping out some disabled queer who's constantly at their wits end!

If I make $10 it'll be the happiest most profitable day of my life in this year of our cat 2020.

patreon.com/osirissaline

Good morning wanderers and tootfriends!

Today I wish you completion of a task that has been eluding you ✨

if you like stories with realistic autism representation and lots of queer characters and having ALL THE FEELS and coffee shop AUs, i can humbly recommend my own book.

takeonme.xyz/

minecraft 

Ebook giveaway 

actually I like this enough I'm gonna post it public!

quick doodle of my sylvari Hemlock having a bowl of soup

I have written so much today! Very solid progress that is making me all warm and snuggly inside.

Now, dinner break. Then maybe back at it for more later! :D

drive.google.com/open?id=1DM_J

I drew this daffodil-themed mandala (shaded and unshaded versions) to help collect donations for flood relief back home in the valley I'm from in South Wales. Printable PDF link above, and you can donate to paypal.me/delsdoodles and I'll send proceeds on to mum back home.

(If you're in Wales and run a business, you're very welcome to print this out and provide it with a tip jar or something and then send all the proceeds on to the flood relief efforts!)

#MastoArt

Another Tuesday, another chance to tug at the cursed amulet that keeps you alive and trapped inside a sand-swept tomb, lost in a blighted land for aeons, hoping against hope that today's the day the leather strap fails and falls off.

The sound of rain on my windows is only ever good though. I'm not one of those writers who 'can only write when it rains' but like ... it sure doesn't hurt. πŸ˜…

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Ugh, music was helping before but now it is making me cross and distracted. Back to silence and ... oooh, rain!

I'm very easily over-stimmed by music so I usually work (and live) without it. It's nice when I can handle it, though.

Hmm ... dealing with ending a story in a way that is not narratively neat but *is* emotionally true.

When people make mistakes, they have to be willing to make amends for them -- even if that means sacrificing their goals.

Hopefully that'll come across well. But if not -- well, I write a lot of stories. The next one will be better.

Kitchen sink full of stars like coffee ground
I try to hide from my flatmate,
like the glitter in my hair my ex rinsed off me
that floated like forgotten galaxies down the drain. I woke up
and the sink was full of stars
I asked why they’d come they said
we heard stories about someone so good at falling
we couldn’t help
but aim for her hands.

#poetry #corvusrobotica

It's my birthday so here's a picture of our cat. Boosts +

Okay, quick chore break and then back to writing. It's going well today! :blobuwu:

Please buy my book? Perfect for D&D fans and those who prefer sweetdark to grimdark. 

Raindrops plinked against their synthetic casing. They held up their hand, watching the water make trails across it.

'Surely you've seen rain before,' said their friend.

'Many times,' they replied, still fascinated by the glistening beads on their casing. 'Just never had time to appreciate it before. Because of the directives.'

Their friend smiled. 'Well you've got time now.'

'I've got time now,' they agreed, and lifted their face to the sky.

Good morning wanderers and tootfriends!

Today I wish you something comforting ✨

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The Wandering Shop is a Mastodon instance initially geared for the science fiction and fantasy community but open to anyone. We want our 'local' timeline to have the feel of a coffee shop at a good convention: tables full of friendly conversation on a wide variety of topics. We welcome everyone who wants to participate, so long as you're willing to abide by our code of conduct.