The Crow Witch 🌙 @vicorva@social.scribblers.club

New #introductions time!

I'm kind of a mess -- but a friendly one!

I'm an author, a #narrator, and a moon #witch in training.

I talk a lot about my familiar, Merlin the cat.

I post a lot of #writing and #microfiction for free -- mostly cute creatures and monster romance and #cats.

I toot awkward true stories in #VicorvaStorytime

I love #reading #books #gaming #TTRPG #boardgames

I'm the eldest of seven siblings and nearly all of us are queer.

I'm very awkward but do say hello!

I wrote a book!

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If you love D&D and traditional fantasy with a twist, you might well enjoy BOOKS & BONE!

-scholars and libraries!
-black magic!
-zombie friends!
-evil necromancers but ... friendly?
-ace romance!

Follow Ree, necromancer town archivist, as she attempts to keep her family and neighbours from killing a foppish, arrogant, and amiable historian from the world beyond the crypt.

Sample and buy links: https://victoriacorva.xyz/books/books-and-bone-by-Victoria-Corva/

She saw on TV that ghosts made things cold, and she’d always had chilly feet at night.

So she found a stone with a hole through the middle and she waited under the covers until the chill made her toes curl.

Gently, she sat up, closing one eye and holding the stone up to the other.

Shimmering and thin as a beam of moonlight, the cat stretched and resettled on her feet.

She smiled and went back to bed, careful not to kick.

She’d always wanted a cat.

#microfiction #TootFic

‘It’s just a pigeon,’ said the girl. ‘Let it die.’

The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his fingertips. ‘It just needs help, that’s all.’

He nursed it day and night. Warmed it by a lamp, cleaned its wounds. Fed it from his hand. Every day it grew stronger. And larger.

After a week, it was the size of a cat. A month, a dog. It gazed at him with adoring eyes. And one day, it would carry him into the sky.

#microfiction #TootFic

If I make eye contact with him he'll backflip away and charge around the house, then freeze somewhere within eye contact, wait for me to look at him, and tear off again.

He will do this for maybe 10 minutes until he wears himself out and comes back to flop next to me, purring.

Cats have such rich imaginative play.

Merlin loves to play chase (specifically, he loves to BE chased).

When I won't play chase with him, he just ... pretends I am.

(2/2)

The wolf yawned and stretched, paws kicking as he rolled. As he did, he shrank and shifted, fur giving away to smooth skin and coarse clothes.

He blinked in the morning light and smiled as the prince pressed his nose against the skin of his throat.

'I'm glad neither of us are morning people,' he murmured, and went back to sleep.

#microfiction #TootFic

Dawn broke, casting a warm glow across the prince and his beast as they cuddled in the wooden bower.

The prince curled up more tightly against the enormous black wolf, burying his face in the plush coat. His fine silks were rumpled and his crown sparkled beside the nest of cushions and blankets in which they curled.

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#microfiction #TootFic

Only fat protagonists from here on out.

You heard it here first!

Honestly it is so wonderful to write protagonists who are fat and strong and happy and don't give the tiniest shit about losing weight.

I am never going back.

Ooh! The house martin chicks in the wall next to my desk are now old enough to fight!

It's been a real noisy day. XD

Need to record but a magpie is giving the gutters a good clean.

Magpies often interrupt my ability to record because they love to stomp and yell on my roof, but ... I really don't mind.