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49-ibr · 1 year ago
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Writeblr Ask Game
This ask game is inspired by A Fang at the Throat, each question being based on a character or scene, though no knowledge or context is needed to play. Have fun!
1. BITE - Who is your hottest OC?
2. LEAVE - Would you trust your main character?
3. STALK - Who is your favourite published author?
4. REUNION - Who is your favourite writeblr?
5. ALONE - Can you write in the same room as other people, or do you need to be alone?
6. BREAK - Has your writing made you cry?
7. PLOT - Are you a plotter or pantser?
8. HUNT - What piece of media, excluding books, inspires you most?
9. DRINK - What is your favourite thing to drink/eat while you write?
10. KILL - Do you enjoy killing off characters?
11. DIE - Would you die for your OC?
12. MIDNIGHT - What time of day do you most write?
13. KISS - Can you write make-out scenes?
14. PIRATE - Which of your OCs is most evil?
15. CAPTAIN - Do you like writing villains as main characters?
16. MERMAID - Do you prefer fantasy or sci-fi?
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isabellebissonrouthier · 1 year ago
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Writeblr Tag Game!
Tagged by @serendipminiewrites!
Tagging @drawnecromancy @mjjune @lady-grace-pens @aestatismors
If your current WIP was a show, then what songs would be played during the into and outro/credit sequences?
I'm using Volume 01 of my wip @49-ibr!
This WIP consists of three individual novellas that shall be published as one
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A FEATHER IN THE BREEZE
Intro - Bitter Water by The Oh Hellos
Outro - Atlantis by Seafret
A CLAW THROUGH THE HEART
Intro - To My Enemies by Saint Motel
Outro - The Wolf by Siamés
A FANG AT THE THROAT
Intro - Blood // Water by Grandson
Outro - Eat Your Young by Hozier
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maomango-doodle · 1 year ago
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"And I hope you die, I hope we both die."
(Lyrics : No children by The Mountain Goats)
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byelacey · 1 year ago
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hello friends and vampires 🌈🩸 there are delicious new stickers in the shop for u. please creep on over to fangcrush.storenvy.com and purchase them for all ur gay vampire needs
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7roaches · 5 months ago
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quick pride drawing b4 the month ends 3_^
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creative-clawmarks · 4 months ago
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Yeah, there was no rock needed in the Vampire AU...
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COMMISSIONS
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Bonus Jay watching the footage and realizing that Alex probably straight up ate their missing friends.
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haifoct · 4 days ago
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The one who couldn't be blinded, the one who helped Li Lun see.
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stormyoceans · 5 months ago
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HOW TO KNOW PHUM AND FANG ARE BROTHERS: THEY BOTH LIKE TO BE HELD BY THE THROAT. LITERALLY
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dailykarin · 3 months ago
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day 27 karin: been watching iwtv. vampire karin
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youareunbearable · 1 year ago
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Its late and im tired so please excuse if this doesn't make sense but lately, I've been thinking about Angry Aredhel must have been
Like realistically, when has this woman made a single decision about her future for herself, and in the few times when she did, when did it not end in tragedy
She must have been so angry, so frustrated and wrathful at her lot in life. She was meant for other things, greater thing! She was a disciple of Orome, the Maiden in White, one of the best hunters in his group along with her cousin.
Yet here she is, caged and trapped like a pretty little canary in a wire house. Stolen from her purpose because of her eldest brother's blind loyalty, her father's stubborn pride, her second oldest brother's blinding grief, and her baby brother's terminal bravery. She's across an ocean, escaped one cage for another by her tormentor and abuser posing as a husband.
The bastard won't even name their child.
She must have be so angry, stuck in that endless darkness, the forest must be such a familiar landscape but so different, twisted and wrong like looking into a warped mirror.
Shes grieving outside her "home" one night, having managed to convince the trees to part their branches just enough that she can glimpse a star or two so she can bask in the starlight. Its been a year since the birth of her son, and nothing has changed. Eol won't look at the boy, and she can feel herself drifting. Without the ability to see the passage of time, without the Light of the Trees or with the Sun and Moon chasing each other across the sky, things are blending together and she feels adrift.
At least when they crossed they ice, they were able to watch the stars move across the endless dark.
The starlight warms her skin, as weak and distant as it is, so she basks. With her eyes closed and face tilted up she feels like a lizard in the mid day sun. Behind her, she hears a noise, a twig being deliberately stepped upon. Aredhel whips around, raising her glowing lichen lamp, wondering if its her husband or one of his servants come to take her back. She feels a little feral at the idea of being dragged away from the pitiful starlight.
A wolf, with a pelt as crisp and clean as the snow dusting Himring's mountain top, slinks into the soft glow. Its fur takes on an almost sickly colour in the green luminescence. The wolf settles at the edge of the light, resting on its haunches as it observes her.
Aredhel thinks she's beautiful, for it is a female wolf. Even in the weak lamplight the beast's silver eyes seem to glow on their own, piercing her very fea and enticing her to come forward, to come closer. There is a power within the she wolf, one Aredhel craves.
The white beast introduces herself as a member of Orome's hunt, and Aredhel believes it, for the she wolf looks like the perfect hunter. The wolf asks her what she, as a fellow hunter, is doing out so far away from her kin and cub.
Momentarily surprised by the ability to speak, for not even Huan can speak so freely, Aredhel responses. She shares her desire for light, her frustration with her "husband," and how she wants a different life for her son. She never wanted this, and she wishes she had the ability to take control of her own fate.
The wolf is sympathetic to her plights, and offers to help her free herself and her child.
"You do have the ability to change your own fate, young one. Asking for help is something no one else could have done for you."
So Aredhel leads the wolf back to Eol's house. They walk through the entry way, both hunters are silent as the dawn as they go. Aredhel heads towards the master bedroom, but hesitates at the door. She can see Eol on his side of their bed, snoring lightly as he does. She hesitates, seeing a vision of what will happen once he realizes she's gone. Fire, doom and death follows her, poison and a flash of fang would flicker in him before he strikes her down for disobedience, for stealing away the son he won't even name.
The wolf nudges her aside, ghosting past her into the room. Aredhel's throat closes up and she slinks away, heading towards Lomion's nursery. She leaves to go strap her sleeping infant son to her chest, then grabs some supplies from the kitchen in a bag. Not even hearing a mouse skittering in the walls, let alone her wolf companion, she steels her nerves to check the master bedroom one more time.
As she passes her bedroom, she can see through a crack in the door and her breath freezes. Standing over the now corpse of her husband, maw dripping red from the freshly torn out throat, the white wolf looms. Aredhel stares transfixed, she can almost taste the blood between her own teeth, feel the rush of the kill, ache of her gums as tendons and tissue would rub against them. The wolf turns to look at her, silver eyes wild, white fur stained with her kill. Aredhel feels the air return to her lungs, she feels lighter and free, a little giggle slips past her lips and the wolf peels back its lips and bares its dripping fangs in a smile.
Aredhel leaves the house, fleeing on foot and all the while she can hear the wolf following her, keeping pace and shadowing her in the darkness, and at some points, ahead of her, leading her out of the woods. Running like this, oh she hasn't done this in years!. The wind snapping at her hair, branches and leaves kissing her cheeks and arms, the rush of a completed hunt with another one ahead of her feels like her first real breath in a long time. It feels like days later, and seconds, heartbeats, when she can see the treeline, dawn's hazy reddish glow peaking through the trees.
Aredhel gives a joyful cry and runs faster. That laughter bubbling up inside of her finally bursts past her lips once she breaks the treeline. The sun on her skin is warm and bright and all she wants to do is laugh and cry and scream until her throat is raw and her tears run dry. But she has to keep moving, she has Lomion still with her, and she is too close to the woods to feel truly safe yet. She walks north, and east, not really knowing where she's heading but knowing that she'll cross into her cousins' land soon. As she walks, she soon realizes that she hasn't seen or heard from her she wolf in a while. Stopping, Aredhel turns to look back, but no where can she see that brilliant white coat, or any tracks that look like wolf paws. She squint, looking back at the distant treeline and sees nothing but shadow. She mourns for her companion, wishing she could have wished her well or at least thanked her for her help. She wonders if Orome set the wolf to free her, not wanting to see one of his hunters in chains.
Its about mid morning when she comes across some of her cousins men, and they're horrified. They ask if she's ok, of she's hurt, they take her to a nearby stream even though she insists she's fine, that she wants to see her cousins.
When she sees her reflection she's scared for a moment. All she can see it blood, dried and crusted down her throat, staining her lips and chin. There is red all along the collar of her white dress, her sleeves, but her hands are clean, and so is her son still asleep strapped across her chest. She looks into her reflection, not yet comprehending. Silver eyes that seem so familiar stare back above the red, above the proof of her freedom.
She bares her bloody teeth in smile.
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incandescentflower · 6 days ago
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There's lots of reasons I really enjoyed Fangs of Fortune. It has the makings of the type of story that grabs me and holds me for a long time. Ships that are substantive and about the characters knowing each other, challenges outside the pairings that they face together, themes that can be dug into and explored and interpreted in many, many ways while still being very clear on the message of the story, extensive mythology that can be built upon and played in and expanded on and on and on (even if not perfect) and that mythology allows for big sweeping narrative alterations, like characters coming back perhaps not permanently or in the same way - but allows for the recognition of the loss of love and the significance in one's life and the value of second chances without removing the stakes from the story completely.
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49-ibr · 9 months ago
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ANNOUNCEMENT!!!
49: VOLUME 01 is coming out on Amazon on... May 7th 2024!
Here is what my book is about:
THREE UNIQUE TALES. ONE FANTASY WORLD. A SECRET TO UNCOVER.
Aveline, the princess, wants freedom from her gilded birdcage.
Chrysanthemum, the hero, trusts too many vile villains and beasts.
Lucah, the pirate, will follow his blood-drinking captain until the end.
How will their love destroy them?
49 is a series of high fantasy novellas, and Volume 01 is a collection of the first three tales, with many more to come...
And here is the cover!
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isabellebissonrouthier · 1 year ago
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9. 🔥 CANDLE: Describe the main conflict in your WIP.
I shall use my wip @49-ibr! It's made up of several novellas, and the Volume 01 is the first three:
A FEATHER IN THE BREEZE:
-Loyalty vs Freedom
-A princess battles loyalty to her kingdom in the midst of war vs freedom with her most loyal knight
A CLAW THROUGH THE HEART:
-Trust vs Justice
-A hero chooses between punishing a beast vs showing it mercy and trust, even after all it has done
A FANG AT THE THROAT:
-Love vs Possession
-A pirate is in love with his captain, and has to decide how far he will go to keep him in his bed
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homo-trashcanicus · 5 hours ago
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yeah yeah love story for the ages soulmates across lifetimes etc etc but i deeply, deeply relate to ying long being subjected to zhuo yichen and zhao yuanzhou's self-sacrificial shitshow right in front of his salad memorial tablet and immediately being like "y'all are so gay it's giving you brain damage, here's a second chance and get out of my sight"
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byelacey · 9 months ago
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it's MONSTER MARCH! need stickers for the queer monster lover in your life? i've got you!
🩸 SHOP FANG CRUSH
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seesaipepper · 2 years ago
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PATHEA.... HEAR ME OUT.... 
(another comic i want to finish but wont have time to for... months... SO....)
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