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[i-can-even-burn-salad]

I wandered across one of your ask games. Idk how old it is but I wanted to send a question anyways

🪤 What is one thing that could be used to lure your OC into a trap?

Luckily, there's only one.

Now the very boring answer for pretty much all my OCs is capturing their loved ones. Their sense of self-preservation might vary slightly, but they'd all walk straight into hell for who they love.

So let's make it a bit funnier.

Merry: A cute baby animal. A lamb works best. *opens trunk of the car* hey wanna see some cute puppies?

Lily: A baking competition. Sure there's one inside that derelict, abandoned warehouse. Come on in.

Breannan: Books. You can probably put one under a very big cardboard box, propped up with a stick on a rope.

Damien: Would fall immediately for the little kid who has lost his mommy trick. Would probably not get successfully mugged, but would be very embarrassed.

Cedric: Rare gemstones. Would most definitely not get successfully mugged, and you'd have little time to regret the attempt.

Valadan: Claim you're old friends and invite him for a drink.

Riordan: Also a cardboard box with a stick on a string, but put some garlic bread under it.

[myhusbandsasemni]

Catalogue

Hello! So, I have two blogs, clickerflight and Myhusbandsasemni. Clickerflight is more of a whump blog, though I am quite proud of the stories I write for it. Because of this some of my stories belong more to one blog than the other for people who aren't as much of a fan of whump. Thus, here is a catalogue of stories I work on actively and which blog you can find these stories on if you are interested.

Myhusbandsasemni - Masterlist

Cursebreakers (WT)

Paperdemon stories Forsaken Fields A Construct in a Box Cursebound

Warlocks

Clickerflight - Masterlist

Clove

Crestlen

From Dust to Ashes

Kindled Scales

(Last updated 6/22/24)

[brieflyinfatuated]

Hav I shown u guys my lil' dude? This is him

[writerfae]

Hey there! It’s my birthday today (yay) and I have a gift for YOU GUYS!

This was such a joy to work on! I hope you’ll enjoy watching this as much as I did making it.

Anyways, let me present to you:

The Knights of the Alder as Vines

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[writeblrfantasy]

🎉IT'S OUT! THE BOOK IS OUT!🎉

The Red King is known around the world for being a wise diplomat—and for being tragically single.

King Randall III has everything one could want: power, charm, beauty, and enough diplomatic wit to earn him the nickname 'Emperor of the Continent.' The one thing he's lacking is a husband. When Randall's sister invites men far and wide to woo him, only three make the cut: a noble sorcerer, a royal alchemist, and a mysterious easterner who reveals nothing of himself other than a name. A fourth lingers in the shadows, dreaming of the chance he's been too afraid to take for four years. Each of them is hiding a secret, including King Randall himself, who falls victim to a beastly curse when night falls. As pasts are revealed, relationships formed, one thing becomes clear: no one will leave the Red King's court the same they entered.

THE RED KING'S MYSTICAL SUITORS IS AVAILABLE NOW

I'm so excited!! Thank you, thank you, thank you to every person who has helped me and encouraged me along this journey!! I'm so thrilled that the book is going to be in people's hands at long last.

The first of many books to celebrate!!

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[deluxewhump]

The Blackmuir Reign

Flashback: The Truly King and Matteo Osier, before Therrin’s takeover

CW: Torture, hand/finger whump with a knife, flaying, pleading, death wish (only under the present circumstances)

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Matteo groaned, shivering from a clammy sweat that had broken out over his body. He was sitting on the stone floor of a Muirkeep cell, his hands bound above his head by the wrists. His legs were free, and he dragged his heels along the stones, lifting his knees close to his chest as if it could protect him. Henry always paid special attention to his existing wounds, and he’d begun to pray he would find a fresh spot to play with instead. Surely it would hurt less.

“You should be grateful I keep you safe in this cell,” said the newly crowned King. Matteo still thought him beautiful, though all that youthful vitality frightened him now instead of intriguing him. He’d misread what was in the Truly Prince’s eyes all this time, it seemed.

“Do you know what they’d do to you out there if I told them you poisoned my father? He was beloved. And a weak old man, too.” The King tsked. “Surely they’d execute you. Don’t you agree?”

“Y-yes,” Matteo sobbed. He did agree, and though most of the time he dreamed of rescue or escape, these long hours with King Henry and his slow, meticulous torture made him wish he had an execution date to look forward to. The knife slipped another quarter inch under his skin, along the bone, and he screamed through gritted teeth.

“Oh, come now,” Henry cooed. “I know that hurts you, Matteo. But you owe me more than a finger, I think. You took my father from me.”

“Please,” Matteo sobbed. Blood streamed down his shackled wrist. “Take it then. I accept. Take it and let me serve you.”

“How would you wish to serve me now?” Henry asked softly, pausing the progress of his knife and bringing his face close to Matteo’s. “Tell me.”

“In any way you wish,” Matteo answered, breathless and exhausted as if he’d run a mile at a full sprint. He’d said something similar all those months ago in the Truly tent as they traveled north, when Prince Henry’s attention had thrilled him to his core. What a lovesick puppy he had been.

“That was your mistake, wasn’t it? Your eagerness. Your ambition. What makes you think I want you?”

“My ambitions were yours! I served only you! Henry…”

“No, no. You will address me as Your Grace,” the King reminded him. “I will not hear my name in your mouth, Matteo Osier. You’re a disgrace to your house and your name. You’re not loyal to me, any more than you were my father. You’re a self serving, vain little creature who has quite overstepped your title. But you will learn humility.”

The King sawed like he was skinning a pelt from a rabbit, pulling the skin from bone. Matteo wailed with the last of his strength, sagging limply when the knife came away with another piece of him. Only a finger, he thought helplessly. One little digit, not even anything vital. Only a finger and it hurt like this…A wave of dizziness took him and he worried he would be sick.

“Peace, now,” said the King, wiping his face with a fine cloth. “You have nine more, after all.”

Matteo didn’t know if it was meant as consolation or a threat. He had never wished for anything in his life like he wished for his elder brother now. Even if it meant he was accompanied by their cocky, boorish ward.

But Saxon didn’t know where he was. Nor did his father, his mother, or any number of nobility north or south that might lift a finger to help him. No one did.

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[writingamongther0ses]

An important part of at least 14-year-old Amarya Mohila's life and relationship with being a hero...

Her brother (technically several times distant cousin), Aimory Aoki. Here's him at 21, literally beefing for months with a teenager smaller than him.

The literal only differences between him at 17 and him at 21 is that he got snakebites and Amarya gave him that scar on his cheek when they first met.

You would think the relationship between 17-year-old Aimory and ten-year-old Amarya would be better, but he tries to kidnap her for their dad and tells her to stop calling him childish names, only for her to look him in the eye and call him a shithead. He's not sure whether to laugh or be mad.

Image created with @itsnicsalad's Picrew

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[veneritia]

The Imperial House of Aetier | the Drochonan Dynasty

“It’s a wonder that all of you imperial bastards lasted this long with how easily you try to tear each other to pieces.”

Tag list under the cut (ask to be +/-):

GENERAL → @charlesjosephwrites | @bearunicorn154 I @seasteading | @writting-in-blood | @trapped-inadystopianovel | @inky-duchess | @thats-my-type-writer | @serpentarii | @myhusbandsasemni | @aphaimaniis | @writinglyra | @belialwrites | @amoranza | @pseudepigraphic | @mel-writes-with-her-dragons | @uppoffringar | @fantasydisease | @sourrcandy

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[axl-ul]

Five Lines Tag Game

Thanks a lot to @shellyscribbles for tagging me!^^

Soft tags: @aalinaaaaaa @mthollowell-writes @myhusbandsasemni @talesofsorrowandofruin @morganmaietto @somethingclevermahogony @dyrewrites and an open tag for anyone who'd like to join

Rules: Find a line in your WIP (dialogue, monologue, description or other; they can be from multiple WIPs) which fits the parameters given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag some people.

My lines:

a line about a building

a line about the weather

a line about a drink

a line that is shouted

a line that includes a lie

(Note: I'll be cheating a bit since some lines won't make much sense without a few previous lines. You can cheat as well, hehe. I was about to include some lines from City of False gods or Empire of Dust but then I found out none suited the given parameters.)

Your lines:

a line about a building

a line about the weather

a line that includes a quarrel

a line that is shouted

a line that includes a lie

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A line about a building (Flight of the Western Crane):

The flagged floor was decorated in the front by a carpet of chrysanthemums, the main door of the palace was located nearby, as well. Long pillars, which were covered in symbols of a crane with blue wings, carried the front part of the construction on their backs so the hollow eyes of the gold-plated roof and windows could yawn into the distance. The carmine glittered on the high walls.

A line about a weather (Flight of the Western Crane):

The sky eventually cleared up and a colourful rainbow appeared for a brief moment over the horizon.

A line about a drink (Flight of the Western Crane):

He became even more pleased when the she-wolf praised the peach tea which, oddly enough, possessed refreshing lychee undertones.

A line that is shouted (Flight of the Western Crane):

Quickly grasping onto his senses, he shouted not caring if anyone would hear him,“Is this the last time we saw each other?“

A line that includes a lie (Flight of the Western Crane):

“And the fairy? Why does she have a stronger demonic scent than her ‘sister’? Did you curse her as she clearly is one of the Celestials?“

Márgerdra forgot to take a breath. Her heart missed a beat. Wukong knew he had to say something. He said the first thing that came to his mind, although later it was the lie he regretted the most,“Because she is my wife!“

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Fic masterlist:

Masterlist 1: (1-90)

Masterlist 2: (91-...)

Recent fics:

80. Arnie with concussion + Hector and Isaiah angst/fluff

81. Matt sick from his shadow + Isaiah for comfort

82. Seline with period cramps at cinema with Isaiah + Hector and Arnie show up

83. Rip with a stress headache after a fight with Dylan + Isaiah

84. Matt passes out in the park + Hector + Olive

85. Matt fluff and comfort with Seline and Isaiah

86. Fluffy Isaiah and Seline date + slight overeating

87. Isaiah collapses from heart attack + Matt and Seline at the hospital

88. Waiting at the hospital Sel + Matt angst

89. Isaiah wakes up after the operation + nauseous Matt + Seline

90. Isaiah more coherent after surgery + super nausous + Matt

91. Selie calls Dylan + breakdown at McDonalds

92. Dylan sick from greasy food + Rip clumsy caretaker

93. Isaiah at the hospital + flashback + Seline with blisters + Isaiah taking care of her

94. Hector sick from sensory overload at a light show + Olive

95. Part 2: Hector nausous from the light show + Arnie

96. Matt runs into his oldest sister Melissa at the hospital + protective Seline

97. Isaiah back home + argues with Seline

98. Isaiah talks with Arnie + gets nausous from stress

99. Isaiah sick while talking with Hector and Arnie part 2

Vacation saga:

100. Seline, Matt and Arnie at the airport + sick Arnie + Matt reluctant caretaker

101. Nausous Isaiah during the road trip + Hector + Dylan and Rip

102. Hector sick from spicy food on the road + Isaiah

103. Arrival and the reunion of the group

104. Rip training + upset and sick after an incident + Isaiah

105. Heat exhaustion and sunburned Matt + Arnie + Seline

106. Hector falls off a sea scooter and drinks seawater + bit of Matt part 1

107. Hector sick from seawater part 2 + Isaiah

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Happy STS!

As the English teachers would say, what is the author trying to tell us in this story.

Do you have a moral lesson or some sort of theme specifically that you're trying to get across to the reader? Or that you're using to keep the story unified?

Happy STS!

I'm not comfortable pointing something like this out. Sure, there's some things I have in mind when writing, but I have a hard time pointing those out.

"Oh hey, that explicit torture story is supposed to teach a lesson about kindness <3"

[percy-frayer]

@myhusbandsasemni ‘s oc Zeke

He’s not having a good time<3

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim Drabble: Mirror

Masterlist

content: LOTS OF WEIGHT TALK, past starvation, recovery

short lil thing. takes place in between Heat Wave Part 2 and Sweet 116.

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Kane stared at himself in the mirror after he got out of the bath. He’d been doing that a lot lately, since Jim started feeding him, though he’d actively avoided it before.

The process of gaining weight back has been slow: if he could, he’d be devouring blood by the pack, and especially would have in the beginning. But Jim was just one human, and could only supply him so much on a regular basis, an amount he was eternally grateful for. It was enough food, and didn’t leave him hungry, a blessing he thought he’d never enjoy again. But it wasn’t enough for him to get back to normal fast.

The man in the mirror was just barely starting to look some semblance of normal again. He was still far skinnier than he ever had been prior to captivity, and he couldn’t call himself anything but underweight, but he’d lost that emaciated appearance he hated seeing in the mirror. His cheeks were no longer sunken, his face more full of life. You would have to squint to be able to make out the outline of his ribs. His stomach didn’t jut inward from the bottom of his ribcage anymore. His arms and legs no longer looked stick-thin. His hair was full and healthy, no longer missing patches where it would fall out.

There was just more of him, now, after months of regular meals. Everything the hunters had taken from him was starting to come back, like tender new saplings sprouting after an all-consuming forest fire.

He smiled, his fangs gleaming in his reflection now that he had access to a toothbrush.

Maybe one day he would look like he used to before he was taken. Every piece of physical evidence of what he’d gone through scrubbed clean, his body full and strong and unblemished, all the fat and muscle tissue that had been stolen from him restored. Maybe then, he could pretend none of it had ever happened. That he’d always been here, in Jim’s house, safe and unharmed and fed.

But until then, he’d just have to keep checking the mirror, now that he could bear to look at himself.

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[writerfae]

Wow, I wrote something. And it’s even canon!

Well, of course it won’t be in the story word for word, but it’s a scene that somehow like this will be included. Yay!

Takes place after Aiden got freed from the Knights.

The night was full of stars and the surface of the starlight lake, too, was littered with the sparkling reflections of the same bright lights that decorated the dark sky.

Aiden sighed as he lowered himself deeper into the water, the cool sensation a boon for his heated skin.

It felt good to wash off the dirt from the last couple days. And to get a few minutes of quiet to clear his head.

He had always hated to be alone, but after the last few hours he almost found himself missing it.

His head was brimming with all the informations he was confronted with, with thoughts of his mother, his brother, of the insanity he found himself in.

Never would he have expected such a mess when he followed Halea into the other realm to find Henry.

Find him he did, but he also found so much more. It was almost too much to handle.

Aiden wanted to run. He genuinely planned to do so, to leave everything behind and go home to hide from the truth he learned.

And then the Knights had captured him and everything changed yet again.

With what he knew now, he couldn’t possibly leave. He had to warn Henry. To help him and the others.

He lifted his hand and let the water slip through his fingers. The water made his skin sparkle just like the stars above.

Whether he liked it or not, he was now right in the middle of this whole disaster and he had his part to fulfill. People were relying on him to help and stop Morena.

Only he could do it. After all, the sword had chosen him. After all, it was in his blood.

He stared at his fingers, at the starlight on his skin, then he clenched his hand into a fist.

Yes, he would stop this. He’ll warn Henry, stop the madness and when all of this was done, the two of them could talk.

When they survived, whispered a voice in his head, but Aiden decided to ignore it.

He wasn’t alone anymore. He stood a chance. They stood a chance. If only they worked together.

“Aiden,” a voice called to him. As he looked over his shoulder, he could see Talon standing at the lake side.

Moonlight caught itself in his light hair and made it shine almost like a saint’s halo, which was an irony Aiden didn’t miss out on.

He slowly rose from the water, making his way over to the other boy.

When the water barely reached his navel, he stopped, suddenly realizing that he was very much naked underneath the water surface.

Not that Talon would have noticed it if Aiden had broken the rules of modesty, since he still refused to look at him.

Aiden wondered when he’ll ever have the courage to meet him eye to eye.

“You should come,” Talon said, eyes lowered, his voice barely loud enough so Aiden could hear.

“Get some rest before we make our way back to court. Nyx says we are safe here, but we should make sure to leave before sunrise if we want to be there before them.”

Aiden nodded. “I will. Give me a second to uh…” he looked down at himself. “get dressed.”

Talon didn’t say anything to that. He just nodded quickly, before turning around a bit too fast and making his way back to the bonfire.

Did Aiden only imagine it, or did the fae’s ears seem a little red in the light of the moon?

He shook that thought off and made his way to the water’s edge to gather his clothes.

Talon was right, he’d need some rest. They had a long day ahead.

*

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[writeblrfantasy]

hey there!

do you want to support a queer indie author?

do you want to read a fantasy book about a melodramatic cursed king searching for a husband? with magic, alchemy, love triangles, oh my?

I have the book for you!

THE RED KING'S MYSTICAL SUITORS is out October 24th, and you can preorder it here!

The Red King is known around the world for being a wise diplomat—and for being tragically single.

King Randall III has everything one could want: power, charm, beauty, and enough diplomatic wit to earn him the nickname 'Emperor of the Continent.' The one thing he's lacking is a husband.

When Randall's sister invites men far and wide to woo him, only three make the cut: a noble sorcerer, a royal alchemist, and a mysterious easterner who reveals nothing of himself other than a name. A fourth lingers in the shadows, dreaming of the chance he's been too afraid to take for four years.

Each of them is hiding a secret, including King Randall himself, who falls victim to a beastly curse when night falls. As pasts are revealed, relationships formed, one thing becomes clear: no one will leave the Red King's court the same they entered.

Once again, you can preorder it here!

RED KING TAGLIST:

@transmasc-wizard @synthesizer-dyke @magic-is-something-we-create @tc-doherty @softbroiled-doomdesire @somealienquill @sagasofazeria @super-writer-gal @ren-c-leyn @crazy-like-us @ashen-crest @shrunkupthejams @themundanemudperson @sarahlizziewrites @faithfire @hungryslothwrites @thegrandeurofstories @poetinprose @kingkendrick7 @roman-roy-apologist @thegreatobsesso

GENERAL TAGLIST: @worldbuildng @muddshadow @nikkywrites @47crayons @directionoftime @myhusbandsasemni @chayscribbles @magic-is-something-we-create

[percy-frayer-afterhours]

Pokemon OC I have with @myhusbandsasemni :D