Boomer photo of google spreadsheet. Character column of names. Highlighted is Mollie, showing she feels woof (positive) to Holly, woof (confused) towards D, growl (fear) towards C, and woof (pos) towards Beezles
Making a spreadsheet to track how characters feel about other characters, and everyone must be on it, including, of course, Mollie the dog.
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"Y-you don't have to..." Holly trailed off. She bit her lower lip, her brow furrowed in distress. "I'll try to to pay you back, someday... “ D's eyes narrowed. Payback... ah, that's right. He reached over to her and carefully hooked a single long finger around her chin, lifting it to look at his face. He held his own face proudly, looking down on her with a slightly arrogant expression. Elegant and serious, just as she said. "Eh?" It was clearly working, Holly had her slightly awestruck look again as she stared up at him. He loved that expression and loved knowing, now, that she only gave it to him specifically. "Do you really think I'd let my Accompaniment partner continue to run around in rags? I shall care for you properly, as it seems to be something you're still having a bit of trouble doing on your own." He covered his mouth as he cleared his throat and continued. "You should be saying thank you... Master.” Holly was now so red he thought she might explode. He held her chin gently but firmly so that she couldn't look away, biting his tongue to
avoid changing his expression. Her face contorted as she finally meekly stammered, “Ah.... um... th-thank you... M-Master." D dropped his hand and turned around, his shoulders shaking. He could barely hold it back. Holly was immediately concerned. “Eh? Ah, D, what-what's wrong? Are you-ah, you're laughing at me!" He stopped holding it back. She pouted, lightly stomping one foot. “Ah! H-how could you make me say something so-so embarrassing! That's so mean!" The pout didn't stay, she was smiling, watching him laugh. He remembered, back in the forest, her first real smile as she said, 'I thought you should laugh more.' He cleared his throat, the laughter subsiding. He straightened, tugging lightly at his coat's hem. "You'll have to forgive me, I saw the opportunity and took the chance for a little revenge." "Revenge? What have I ever-oh." She cringed as he patted his hand on the top of her head twice. "Oh... I suppose that's-that's fair enough. Are we are we even now?"
D tilted his head, smirking deviously. “Hmm, perhaps yes... perhaps no. I'm afraid you'll have to wait and see.” "That's a little s-scary... “ She winced playfully, then walked over to her pile of clothes. “Um, I'm going to go get-get dressed now." “Don't take too long, then.” D purposefully kept his head firmly upright to avoid looking at her very nice legs. The tshirt she had slept in really was shorter than was decent. I do not know whether to curse C or to thank her. “I won't,” Holly said, pausing in the doorway. She turned slightly and gave him a devious smile, “... Master.” 66 She closed the bathroom door. As he stood there, feeling incredibly hot suddenly, D shook his head. It looked like they were definitely not even, because Holly had won this round, too.
A request for more Holly and for something humorous...
An older snippet, Holly's payback. 😈 This scene probably won't change too much. #macaronwip
Evelyn wants to do something nice for Az, but what? C has an idea...
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D is in the TRENCHES just trying to do the right thing and comforting Holly without getting too close...
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the hype i hyped when I realized I DO have a green snippet!!!
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Digital hand drawn art. Evelyn, a human woman disguised with horns and a tail, is helped through a window by Az, a tall male demon, into an Edwardian room decorated with bird and rose patterned wallpaper, carpet, and a clock.
Digital hand drawn art. D, a male demon, stands cupping the face of Holly, a human woman, in any ivy garden.
Holly & D tumbling off a bed to the floor, playfully wrestling.
Digital hand drawn art. Az, a fancily dressed male demon, sits broodingly on a boulder as Evelyn, a human woman disguised with horns and a tail, sits smiling gently looking at him from a boulder above. There's a starry sky with tree silhouettes and an aurora borealis, and four betta fish floating
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Here you will see the main characters of my wip novels, Holly and D, & Evelyn and Az under #macaronoc
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"So Threads are some kinda magic, huh?" C asked as she examined the world in this new light. Her newfound ability was almost overwhelming; it felt impossible that she was only now perceiving Threads. They were everywhere, attached to everything, flowing through her and A and the ground underneath them, even the fog surrounding them. She wondered how she could possibly have not felt them earlier; it was as if she had just now realized she was submerged in water rather than walking through air. The sensation was closest to seeing, but not with her physical eyes. Threads had shape and color, and could even be touched. The texture was indescribable, but they looked almost like strings with how they were woven and knotted. She poked at one, and it tugged at another. She pinched two, and was able to trace them to her shoe and the stone underneath it. "Huh, who knew shit like this existed?" "Everyone Below except for you, it seems," A said with his usual frown. His brow furrowed, and he added, hesitantly, "May I ask something?"
"Sure," C said, closing one eye as she pulled at the Threads. The new sense was almost overlapping her vision, yet not, as distinct yet interwoven as taste and smell. It was difficult to tell, but she finally picked a Thread that felt different than the others. It had the impression of a greater length, and a deeper color. She held it up and nodded confidently. "What's up?" This one will lead us out of here. "You are a ... woman?" A asked, peering at her carefully. "Huh? Yeah," C said. She looked down at her body, then pulled open the shirt collar to double check. She sighed. "Guess I don't really present that way, huh." I'm not certain, but I'm really getting the feeling that this isn't my original body. "Please pardon my rudeness," A said, shaking his head. "I made an assumption."
"Out of all the shit you've given me, that's the one you're gonna apologize for?" C brushed her hands free of all but the bold Thread as she stood, stretching, then dropped her fist on his head again, rubbing it in between his large horns. "Who gives a shit about gender? What's the relevance in a shithole like this?" "It is a matter of manners," A said firmly as he batted her hand away. "Misgendering someone is the height of rudeness, regardless of their appearance... or intelligence level." "What's this about manners, now?" C scoffed, managing to flick his forehead before he ducked away. "What, are you gonna start calling me 'm'lady' or something?" "You may be a woman, but you are not a lady," A replied, crossing his arms and shaking his head as he looked over her. "Your own manners are abhorrent. Your way of speaking is rude and crass. Your disheveled clothing and lazy posture show a distinct lack of care, let alone class. I am certain you were not raised in a noble household, and as such I do not believe there is a title with which I should refer to you."
C grinned. Spicy brat's direct and unapologetic. This kid's starting to grow on me. "Heh. I'd tell you to can the attitude, but I don't know that you'd have much of a personality without it." C peered into the distance where the bold Thread was leading, and grinned as she looped it around her wrist. She looked back to the boy with a wink. "Well, I'm not absolutely sure I know where the exit is, but I think I have a solid guess. You still comin' with me, A?" He didn't hesitate to nod. “Yes, I am.”
I also did writing today, enjoy a snippet of little Az meeting C. This will be another short story!
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Asmodeus seemed strangely satisfied by her answer. He nodded with a slow blink. "You are sharper than you appear." Holly gave a nervous smile, hoping her white-knuckled grip on her own forearm was hidden by the sweater's fluffy bulk. "Th-that's p-probably-probably a good thing, isn't it?" His expression was unreadable as he regarded her with his piercing stare. "I feel that my brother would scold you for saying such a thing. He seems to find your appearance quite pleasing. As for myself, I meant no insult. To me, you simply appear... guileless." She felt herself flushing red. "Ah... um... s-sorry." "You do not owe apologies to me." "S-sorr-I mean, I didn't mean to do it again, I'm sorr-No, I'm-I mean, I'm--" "You are panicking. Please focus on calming
A (much) later snippet of Holly talking to Az when D is not around. Poor girl is so anxious, and poor Az is (internally, looking perfectly composed externally) like "what do I even do with this fragile thing, if I accidentally break her D will never forgive me"
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Older draft of a part coming soon...Ish...
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At the Feast, Evelyn is dancing with one of Az's old teachers, the succubus Amara.
(Minor implied sexual content discussed)
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“C was telling me about the time you met Susu. You really saw her, a complete stranger then, and C fighting—like hands on throats fighting—and asked them to 'keep it down, it's past midnight'? And then went right back to bed?” Evelyn laughed again as he nodded without a trace of shame. "Yes. They were quite loud, and I needed plenty of rest at that age in order to grow," he said. "Even when an unknown person was trying to murder C? You just left her to deal with it alone?" Evelyn was still laughing as she shook her head in disbelief. "I assumed she could handle the situation," Az replied. Evelyn began to laugh harder, doubled over. “A was always a solemn one,” Susu said, smiling, holding out her hand as if to demonstrate his height as a youth. “Including when small.” “I can honestly imagine it perfectly,” Evelyn said, still laughing as she wiped her eyes. “That's still so like Az.”
I'm gonna try to sleep but found an older snippet to share!
C met her wife Susu in a normal way: fighting to the death. Her ward, then eight year old Az, decided it was not his problem.
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Soon after they meet, D and Holly are trapped in a fae slip—a mysterious, silent forest, when Holly asks an unexpected question.
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Snippet from Book 2 (written a while ago!). Holly is resting after a sudden illness.
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When Holly and D meet, she has an unexpected item—one D has a lot of history with.
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“You don’t know when Az’s birthday is, right?” Evelyn asked, casually tapping her fingers against the messy desk with a thoughtful expression. She was leaning her chin in her hand on her elbow in a small cleared space between piles of books as she looked up at her teacher. The Grand Supreme Demon C, on the other side, closed one of her brilliant violet eyes as she thought. The tall demon was sprawled out in her chair with her feet resting casually on a large stack of books and leaning back with one arm behind her long, vertical horns. The other was holding a book that she’d occasionally glance at, and she was writing something with a pen held by her tail. “Nope. Kid never said. Never even told me his real name, or even a fake name, either, so that’s not surprising.” She closed the book in her hand and signed whatever she was working on with a flourish, tossing the pen into the air to catch it in its cap held between two fingers. Evelyn wondered how long it had taken her to master the movement; it truly looked effortless–although also unnecessarily dramatic. “Why?” “Er, well, I guess I’m just curious,” Evelyn answered, pushing back her thick, wavy black hair and looking away from C's discerning eyes. Her teacher's look changed from an extended wink to a dubious smirk as she pulled her feet down and sat upright at her desk, dropping her own pointed chin in her hand.
“Evvie, girls only ask that kinda thing out of ‘curiosity’ when they’re doing horoscopes and love charts. So… something like that?” She wiggled her brows. “N-no! Of course not, don't be silly." Evelyn shook her head vehemently and tried to dodge to a different subject. "Do you even have Zodiac signs Below? There’s no sky or stars.” C shrugged. “Kind of. Our alignment isn't always synced with Above, so our birth days are more birth guesses, really, unless you go to a scholar specifically to find out what day it was Above when you were hatched.” “H-hatched? You hatch? L-like, from eggs?” Evelyn’s eyes widened in horror as her brain, against her will, projected an image of a tiny Az climbing out from a cracked egg, naked and slimy but with his usual frown, tall horns and an endlessly swishing tail. C laughed, and Evelyn wrinkled her nose as she realized her teacher had been messing with her again. “Naw, sorry, us demons are born the same way humans are… made the same way too.” She made a gesture with her elbow and waggled her brows again as she winked. “You sure you don't need to know any more about that process instead?”
“No! I just—I just, well, I… I wanted to do something nice for Az.” Evelyn let out a huff of air at her confession, blowing a strand to the side. “I mean, he's always doing nice things for me whether he means to or not." "Oh?" C said, her brows now nearly dancing suggestively. "That's it? Nothing to do with a certain holiday coming up?" "Holiday? What holi—n-no! No, I mean…" Evelyn scrambled to think of something more acceptable than a Valentine's Day present, which hadn't been on her mind in the slightest but of course C wouldn't believe that. "I mean. you know, how he saved my life a few weeks ago–er, it’s over a month now, I guess? and I never really got a chance to thank him properly. He kind of blew me off when I tried."
I should be finishing part two, but part 3's beginning requires little context and is very cute, so I might share that to hook people who aren't ready to commit to the whole thing 😈
Here's a snippet!
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Snippet from a Beezles & Eileen side story! #wipsnips #macaronwip
Evelyn and Az arrive at the Feast. Evelyn is going from annoyed to nervous!
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Below's endless rooms include a swimwear store?! Well, we have a train station, two libraries, a tomb, an indoor pool, a tea room, an auditorium, an office, just to start... so why not?
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I kind of ran into a block sharing snippets but I am determined to come back!
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A bit late 🫠
From the very start of Book 2. Holly is ill, and D panics enough to use an Order.
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“But you know, D? Even though, next to him, we’ve seen her the most, she’s—she's been the most active, but I really don’t know who the purple woman is. Even though Grandmother was researching, she never seemed to—seemed to find anything out about her. Mom…” she paused. “Mom thought that maybe she wasn’t a relative at all. But Aoife says she looks like me…” D nodded. “I would agree with Aoife’s assessment. You have similar facial structure.” Holly wrinkled her nose. “Poor her, then…” D had flicked her ear with two fingers before he even realized he was doing it, as easily as when C would correct him. He tried to play it off just as casually as she looked up at him with wide eyed surprise. “Stop that. I don’t want to hear you speak badly of my summoner.” “Your…” Unexpectedly, she giggled. “Ri…right… I’ll do my—my best.”
A snippet that fits the "damn, girl, you wrote this? (forgetful)" meme
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Holly and D have found a library in the Mason mansion, but is it THE library?
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Writing an action scene 😭 This is the end of it.
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How about a sfw writing snippet? 🫣
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There's a few things Below doesn't have, and a big one is a sky.
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Snippet for Holly & D, they've known each other for a few days and are preparing to explore the upper floors of Holly's cursed family mansion —a place even she has only been to twice before...
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D visits Aoife's house as Holly waits outside.
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Holly and D are exploring the cursed upper floors of the Mason mansion...
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Az can't help but to slightly revert back to being an irritable teenager when talking to his former teacher, C.
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