Candy Kappa
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I was just editing, I swear...
🕑 Added 2025-11-11 13:30:10 +0000 UTCHiya my lovelies!~
so I’m currently deep in editing mode right now… I’ve got this new photoset coming together and it’s so soft and saucy… like… pin-up sorceress energy. I’m wearing that moeflavor sorceress dress (I actually took the photos while I was dealing with the turtle tank, but too stressed to do anything editing until now). It’s honestly dangerous how confident I feel in it?? Like I’m so normal about dramatic sleeves and thigh slits… absolutely normal.
okay wait-- small confession because you’re going to laugh at me-- when I did the sorceress photoshoot I totally forgot to put on the fingerless gloves from the Harlot lingerie set… I KNOW… tragic. they would’ve been so perfect with the sleeves mm. but fret not, there will 100% be a part 2 because I didn’t even use the lingerie set this time-- it was just the dress and the Wanderer cloak… which means I am absolutely sitting on a ridiculously indulgent follow-up look that I am already thinking about way too much. just. you wait~ :P
but also my brain has been so noisy lately in that warm, imaginative way?
I’ve been thinking about writing a story… I got hit with a spark the other night for a short story and I can’t stop turning it over in my head--
like picture this: a fully packed evening train, the kind where everyone is shoulder to shoulder and swaying together with every shift of the tracks… and I’m just… there, minding my own business, pressed between a row of strangers, and then there’s this one tall, mysterious person behind me... the kind where you don’t even see their full face, you just feel presence. warm breath near my ear, not doing anything really but it feels like something is happening anyway… like something could. the charged quiet of it. like the whole world has shrunk down to two heartbeats and the rattle of the train…
it’s still all vibes and no solid outline yet but I wanna draw it-- little intimate snapshots. skin almost touching but not quite. the kind of closeness that’s louder than any kiss >:3
but first… first I need to finish the last panel of my one-page comic. I’m polishing the friendly encounter scene… it’s very cute, but the final panel… oh~ the final panel is going to be… well… let’s say it's a playfully saucy pin-up wink wink nudge nudge*
I feel very flustered-- soft and warm thinking about it actually... like melted honey and mischief. and maybe a little “oops did I do that” shoulder roll
okay. I’m going back to editing the sorceress pics before I melt any further (though maybe that’s part of the fun)
aaaand if the train story keeps breathing down my neck like this… I might have to give you a taste next.~ ^^
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Candy Kappa
Oh no, not that kind of mysterious… He’s not even a real character yet... this part is still messy, still forming. He’s just presence. Heat at my back. Breath I almost feel. And, yeah… it lit something low and warm in me before I even realized I was writing it that way…~ The scene is all about me in that moment... my pulse picking up, my body noticing before my mind did. That dizzy little flutter in my chest when the space between us just… disappeared. So he stays blurred. Because what mattered was how it felt. And honestly?~ He could be anyone. Whoever’s reading. Whoever felt that warm pull just imagining it. Whoever wants to be the one slipping in behind me on that crowded train - close enough to feel the sway of my balance and the way my breath shifts when I realize I’m not alone anymore. And if someone decides that’s them? Then… let it be. I’m not pretending I don’t like that thought. The mystery is part of why it’s driving me a little crazy… hehe^^
whumanbard
Was he mysterious as in participating in a kink event for the evening?
Candy Kappa
I have to get this out… the way these thoughts melt through me is unreal... my brain gets all sweet and syrupy and slow and I just… can’t think straight until I let some of it spill... The train was packed to the point where everyone moved together in this slow, swaying tide of bodies. The kind of evening heat that sticks to your skin. I had one hand on the overhead rail, just trying to hold myself steady, eyes half-focused on the window reflections and the blur of city lights. That hum of tired quiet between strangers. Then someone stepped in behind me. Tall. Close. Not touching-- just… there. His presence was warm, like a shadow with a heartbeat. I didn’t look back, but I could feel him in the way you feel a storm approaching: in the air first. The train lurched. I shifted. Just a little. And I felt him. Right against my back. Just enough to know it wasn’t an accident.
