#angryredoctopus

[crimson-chains]

Hi, I wasn't employed during your tarot kickstarter so I didn't pledge. Is it possible there might be art books available after the fulfillment of the backers? Like maybe ones that are slighty damaged. Or if you and the other artists might consider selling it as a pdf? Everything was so beautiful. Thank you!

Oh no worries!!! :D

Yes yes, it will be put on my Etsy once rewards are sent to backers!

Happy you like the art!!! ^w^

[luci-on-the-moon]

Thanks 4 the Ko-Fi, @angryredoctopus <3

Honestly, Ciel playing on his Nintendo switch all curled up with his soft bitter rabbit hoodie and a bitch resting face is just <3 <3 <3

Toss a coin to your artist HERE  ($10+ and you get a sketch of your choice!)

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[nominalbutler]

Happy fanfic author appreciation day! You're writing is so exciting and I honestly can't wait to see more of your stories as you have time! Your ciels are intriguing and coy and make me want to know more about them! Thank you so much for all your time and dedication as an author to this fandom!

This literally made me tear up, this is so kind of you!! Thank you so much! I can’t wait until I’m back home and I can write and post more for you all ♡

[bookstakeyoutootherworlds]

Question for you and Chrome. Are there guilty pleasure fics/ oc stories you have that you've written purely for yourself?

I’ll have chrome write out her own answer for this, but for me it depends. I draw and paint plenty of things for myself, but to me there is something about writing that needs to be shared. You create these words that you live and breathe in, and you love them, but then you get lonely.

To me these worlds were meant to be shared!

Ask me things!!

[azuresins]

@angryredoctopus - Ah, I agree! It’s always reassuring to know you’re not alone, thank you for saying something. 💙 I hope it all goes well for you.  @teasmudge - That’s really kind of you to say. It’s difficult-- but I know in the end, if it helps me the way I’ve seen it help others and I can meet my goals, it’ll be worth it. I’m glad if reading what I shared helped you in some way. 

[nominalbutler]

Hi, if you're still looking for prompts or tiny shorts or whatever, maybe something about Ciel's love for certain books? I realized after reading your fic on vulnerability that I never refollowed you which was a bummer :<

Ciel’s love for books remains unchanged for over a hundred years. In the modern age, the young master’s antiquated ardor for short stories and science fiction is admirable. It pleases Sebastian to watch the ancient teenager shy away from Netflix and Fortnite in favor of a good book, even though it alienates him from his peers. The verbiage and vocabulary has changed, along with the printing and accessibility of books in general, but the spine-tingling pleasure Ciel receives from an artfully crafted mystery is still the same.

Ciel develops a penchant for paperbacks. They’re lighter than hardbacks and easier to carry and hold and Ciel brings them home from the library in stacks, in overstuffed backpacks and bulky canvas bags. He grumbles about the quality of the books — the dog-eared pages and cracked spines and the stiff, warped chapters where some previous borrower had spilled a drink onto the pages and left it to dry — but he doesn’t realize he’s part of the problem. He will bend a cover and the pages back so he can hold it open with one hand and read while he types with the other. He has fallen asleep with a book in his hand or under his head or suffocated in the sheets more times than Sebastian can count, which the demon finds humorous because sleep is no longer a necessity for his little imp. Darjeeling tea and Earl Gray is dripped onto the pages every other day, though Ciel merely clicks his tongue and wipes it clean and dry with a wave of his fingers.

The hardbacks are sharp and uninviting, he says. The paperbacks fit nicely into his little hands, bend to his whims, rest easily on his stomach or legs as he contorts himself into an unimaginable position that he calls comfortable. The pages are soft; each indiscernible fuzzy fiber feels fantastic to his inhuman senses. He can smell other people in the books. The last person to read it was a smoker; the one before that, a woman who wore too much flowery perfume. It’s not just the words contained within the books that interest Ciel — it’s the books themselves.

Sebastian worries that his young master will exhaust the library’s collection before it is time for them to move on.