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Ace of Cups is a great card to pull. I pulled this from the Witches Tarot app. Here’s what Labyrinthos has to say about Ace of cups: Athénaïs is a Vélane Gorgon and the last of her kind. Whereas Sérisse is Abyssale, and only one of two known Abyssales in Gorgon History, Athénaïs’ kind wasContinue reading “Athénaïs – Sérisse’s Ace of Cups”

Amelie d’Argelonne wanted to get married, but refused every woman presented. Sérisse and Athénaïs even said she could choose her own match. None would do. Now they were in the matchmaker’s parlor again. For the eighteenth fking time. “You do not have to get married,” Sérisse said abruptly. “It is not a requirement.” “Maman, IContinue reading “Amelie d’Argelonne…the Prissy one.”

She really does. Sérisse d’Argelonne is over six hundred years old and gives literally no fks. She says what she wants, does what she wants, acts however she wants. Here’s another excerpt of my story, or whatever it is. —— It was hot as hell, and the pool water was only somewhat helping. Nothing likeContinue reading “Sérisse has a mouth on her, You Guise.”

Literal comment from someone who used to be a fixture in my life. Key phrase: Used. To. Be. I’ve spent too much of my life listening to what other people have to say. It was something that was ingrained in me during adolescence. “Don’t do (insert whatever the fking social faux pas of the dayContinue reading “Kat, your story idea is stupid, you act like a child, you need to grow up, and stop being weird.”

Unless I adopt a stingray and take it to the show with me. Which clearly would be a terrible decision on so many fking levels. You Guise….I am so EXCITED to go see Fortune’s show. I don’t even know how to describe this properly other than to say that not only is she Southern, intelligent,Continue reading “I’m going to see Fortune Feimster and a tank of stingrays in September – obviously not at the same time…”

That Chamber of Horrors, tho. Oof. Okay, so…in the eighties, my parents went to Europe a few times. I always stayed with Billie, the little old lady who raised me. Squirrel note: my parents were older when they had me (born in 1938 and 1944), and they were gone a lot, so Billie (born inContinue reading “My obsession with rococo and all things related to it came from a 1980’s Madame Tussaud’s souvenir book.”

I’ve been writing this story for a long time and haven’t published it for a number of reasons – life changes, emotional roadblocks, perfectionism, and mostly because of fear. Fear. I’ve been afraid of my work getting poached or stolen (it’s now officially copyrighted so I can rest easy there), worried it would offend someone,Continue reading “I’m not trying to be famous…I just want to stop being afraid to put my stuff out there, Fam. Also, I’m not a germaphobe or a neurotic clean freak…I just have hangups about certain things…”

It’s on my Insta, but it belongs here as well. My Dad had this pair of pajamas pants that he “turned into shorts.” They were not shorts. Not even close. They were like…half capri pants, half who the hell knows. One leg came right above his ankle, the other right below his knee. Tiger stripedContinue reading “Look at this drawing of my Dad”

I’m a weird, odd, random person. In every single way. People tend to find it funny, cute, charming, whatever you want to say in the beginning and then slowly but surely they realize – “Oh shit. She’s ACTUALLY LIKE THAT. It isn’t an act.” That’s usually when stuff changes, people dip, find excuses not toContinue reading “Many of my characters are based on different aspects of my personality. Shocker, right?”