A.Z. Fell, Esq.
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A.Z. Fell, Esq.
@azfell-esq.bsky.social
Former entity of love, current entity immersed in same.
A gentleman pursuing leisure and The Arts.

Antagonism will be hushed.

*All typographical errors due to demon proximity.*
Well, I'll tell you one.

*leans in close, whispers in demon's ear*

Maybe we should discuss that?

*winks*
December 2, 2025 at 5:21 AM
"The Ivy Driver"?

"Mr. Mister"?
December 2, 2025 at 5:19 AM
You could call yourself "The Plant Ranter."
"Fern Flogger"?
December 2, 2025 at 5:18 AM
The drawer is always unlocked, my dear.
But I do consider it private.
I know I can trust you to respect that.
December 2, 2025 at 5:11 AM
*leaning over slightly, looking over top of tiny spectacles to see what bedmate is reading, returns to newest issue of English Home*

Perhaps you should offer penning a guest column on plant care?
December 2, 2025 at 5:04 AM
Very good information all around!
I shall fold this Proposal into neat thirds and place it (chronologically) in the Things to Discuss drawer in my personal desk, to be revisited in *checks calendar* February.

Thank you all!
December 2, 2025 at 3:48 AM
...the uncomfortable shoulder-brushing with an oftentimes reticent partner in a suddenly smaller shared space, and the love of a fine wallpaper or delicately verdigrised bronze sconce.
To the elegantly stalwart #MrsM, you will be missed.
Godspeed, my dear.
✨️
December 2, 2025 at 2:15 AM
@baddie48ofarse.bsky.social
*slips you £20 note, pours another sherry*
December 1, 2025 at 11:42 PM
Also true.
December 1, 2025 at 8:38 PM
This is accurate.
December 1, 2025 at 8:06 PM
Well, I suppose...
Oh.
OH.
You meant the Cat, correct?
December 1, 2025 at 7:36 PM
🩷
December 1, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Apparently, the Cat think you need looking after.
And I think it's very sweet.
December 1, 2025 at 6:32 PM
You looked very cozy.
I resisted disturbing the slumber.
December 1, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Do you know, my dear...
I rather believe The Cat is bringing these morsels to feed you, and he is unimpressed by my ability to nourish a serpent.

You might be The Cat's large, mostly hairless kitten.
He did sleep beside you for a fair bit yesterday.
December 1, 2025 at 5:46 PM
Anything for you, my darling.
December 1, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Well, I do think it would be fair play to give him at least a slim fighting chance.
I should reserve the big guns for further discussions.
December 1, 2025 at 8:36 AM
This sounds just up Crowley's street!
He might enjoy having his very own Feathered Flotilla of Doom.

Are the... "excretions"... suitable for garden use?
I have experienced the surprisingly viscous quality, when distractedly stepping my (pristine) Balmoral into an area of, er, "duck castings."
December 1, 2025 at 8:32 AM
*tiptoes back into kitchen to refill tea mug, finds dead mouse in centre of kitchen rug*

The Cat is very kind.
I think.

*carefully places mouse under glass cheese dome on counter, refills tea, tiptoes back to bed*
December 1, 2025 at 7:13 AM
*tiptoes into darkened lounge, observes very large serpent of Eden curled on sofa, partly covered by a fuzzy black tartan blanket, beneath an arc lamp containing an infrared no-light heat bulb*

✨️🖤🐍🖤✨️
December 1, 2025 at 7:09 AM
A good idea, my dear!
I'd imagine you could use some "down time."

I'll finish wrapping up the books for the village giveaway; a copy of The Christmas Carol and a peppermint lolly sounds like a grand gift for the younger folk!
📚 🎄
November 30, 2025 at 9:12 PM