#characterdrivenstories

🫖The ink has just settled on Chapter Two, and I couldn’t be happier! Slowly but surely, this world is unfurling beneath my fingertips. Every sentence feels like another stone laid in the streets of Zumar. But more specifically, within the walls of the little tea shop at the end of a certain street called Saffron Dreams.

Here’s a little peek at what’s brewing:

‘You’re still awake,’ she observed, her voice soft but brisk as she crossed to him. Her fingers moved with the quiet competence of someone who’d done this before—unwinding the dressing at his side, checking the wound, reapplying the salve with gentle, practised strokes.

Ka'ele could have spoken. He could have baited her, called her little flame again, just to watch the irritation spark in her eyes. But there was something about the way she worked now—silent, careful, as though handling a story more fragile than glass—that stilled his tongue.

‘You’ll live,’ she murmured, stepping back, her hands finally falling away from him. ‘Rest. I’ll see you in the morning.’

✨📣 A Little Housekeeping on My Tumblr Porch ✨

If you’re new here, welcome. If you’re one of my true moots — my cat people, my 80s/90s babies, my writers, my day‑ones — you already know the vibe.

But let me reclaim my space real quick:

Please don’t orbit me from the shadows. If you don’t reblog my work, don’t engage with my writing journey, and don’t support my creative goals, that’s fine — truly. But don’t pop up liking my random cat pics, food posts, and moody aesthetics like we’re moots when we’re not.

I curate my space intentionally. I don’t do chaotic timelines. I don’t do gif‑heavy fandom hopping. I don’t do “I pivoted but I’m still low‑key watching you” energy.

If you’re here, be here. If you’re not, that’s okay — just don’t hover.

I’m entering ONC Round 3 and the Wattys 2026. My focus is on writing, growth, and community — not orbiters, not siphon‑adjacent energy, and not people who only show up when I post something “safe.”

If you support the work, you’ll show it. If you don’t, that’s your lane — stay in it.

No hard feelings. Just boundaries. Just clarity. Just elevation.