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I Made Two Storyteller Saturday Asks In Which There Is A Typo, I Accidentally Wrote ...what Is Your Favorite

I made two Storyteller Saturday asks in which there is a typo, I accidentally wrote “...what is your favorite kinds of scenes to write with them?”. The correct version is “...what are your favorite kinds of scenes to write with them?”. I’m sorry for the mistake, lol. Just needed to say this here because I can’t correct asks and knowing I made such a typo was bugging me to hell and back.

@writernopal @rickie-the-storyteller (I think it was on the asks I sent the two of you)


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2 years ago

Happy STS! What’s a random piece of backstory about one of your OCs that you’ve never shared, either in the story or elsewhere?

Ooh, this is an interesting one!

There are a few interesting things, though some of them are going to be shown in the story as parts of plot twists, so they don't count for the answer to this ask, lol! But I have plenty of other little pieces of backstory for some of my characters, that have never been shared but I find important for the overall understanding of who they currently are.

Here go a few:

Emryc Thorne's father was a magician, the kind that performs tricks and illusions and does not actually use real magic. Emryc was fascinated by those skills and wanted to grow up to be like him, but then the Blood Curse plague swept through their city, and his father died because of it. This forced Emryc to become a thief to survive, though he used the skills and tricks he'd learned from his father, something that not only made him successful in his heists but also kept him close to his memory.

Nadinne Ahmirah once had a sea monster as a pet, she named the little whale/shark monster Mister Truffles. When she was around six years old, her family's navy came across a wounded baby sea monster whose mom had died - presumably due to an attack by another sea monster - and she insisted she could keep it as a pet until it got big enough to go back to the sea. Now, more than ten years later, the enourmous whale/shark-like creature has long since been returned to the sea, but it likes to hang around a nearby bay and comes to visit Nadinne at the beach every afternoon.

When Lord Nethen Fahris was a small child, he was rather emotionally neglected by his family, who barely had time for him due to their duties and the fact that he was a bastard son (something that they kept hidden under lock and key, but which drove a wedge in his relationship with his "mom" who was unable to have children of her own). They eventually got a servant to care for him - a captive elf named Elain that was in his late teens. At first, Elain just cared for him because he didn't have much of a choice and because it was his duty, but eventually he grew to care for Nethen like his own family, something that the boy had never had before. (Elain raised him more than the boy's parents ever did, like actually taught him things, listened to him, watched over him, kept him out of trouble, played with him when the other noble kids didn't want to, supported him, made sure he was eating well, all the stuff a parent should do). They became friends, but a few years later, a mistake made by Nethen angered the Emperor and had terrible consequences. His father wanted to get in the Emperor's good graces again, and so he put the blame for the accident his son had caused (which shouldn't have been a problem, to begin with since he was a child) on the boy's tutor, Elain, who was executed. Nethen never forgave his family for this and swore he would never again allow himself to make a mistake.

Darian and Tanwin met for the first time while Darian, the human boy, was exploring the woods around his home kingdom of Ergyre looking for potion-making components. Tanwin decided to help him out and this was the start of their friendship.

2 years ago

Flash Fiction Friday:

Prompt: The Devil You Forgot.

@flashfictionfridayofficial, @lassiesandiego, @writernopal, @lyutenw, @rickie-the-storyteller, @writeblrcafe

Snippet from my Gothic Victorian Fantasy WIP - Enchanted Illusions.

“The Devil You Forgot:”

The trio was surrounded, in that decrepit old mansion’s library, there was little place to hide, much less, from this man. Silas Holloway, the most powerful vampire lord currently living - the first to strike down his Maker in order to ascend into power, and he was out for blood of the heir to the Van Sterlling family. 

The night was eerily silent, almost artificially cold. Silently, Clarence looked for a way out, though from chosen every path, a new vampire seemed to emerge from the shadows just before they could walk any further. Behind him, Evangeline grabbed a book from a shelf, as if it would be any good against a mob of vampires, and Thaddeus reached for his gun, knowing the lead bullets would just bounce off of any of his targets. They crouched together behind a sturdy bookshelf, careful not to make a sound as they watched shadows flicker on the faint moonlight from across the other aisles, and the creaking floors gave away their enemies approach. There was no way out. 

“You know, your father tried to do this too, a few centuries ago” A sharp, male voice echoed throughout the vast room, as if all around them. A strangled noise of fear left Clarence’s throat, but he quickly silenced himself with a hand over his mouth. Evangeline placed an arm around his shoulder as the man continued. “Thought he could escape me. He was smart, very smart. Quite a lot like you - even managed to betray me and escape unharmed.” A chuckle echoed across the dark room, and Clarence struggled not to hyperventilate, knowing it would only give away their compromised hiding spot. Thaddeus all but growled, gripping his pistol harder as he tried to see where the older vampire was talking from. “Of course, I found him, eventually. But I couldn’t catch him, and he slipped right through my fingers once more.” The man’s voice reeked with hatred behind his sarcastic facade “I would have tore this earth apart to bring that traitor to justice, but then I realized how kind the Makers can be, as he left me something far more valuable than his life, the one thing that he loved more than spiting my line of work” Silas paused, and the trio realized, with a pang, where the vampire had been standing. “A son.”

That word cut like a thousand blades as the other vampire towered over them. 

At the same moment, all of the other vampires emerged from the shadows, forming a circle behind Silas and crushing any hopes of escape under the soles of their boots. In the darkness of the library, Silas’ cruel smile shone a sickly white glow. Clarence stands on shaky feet, trying to stare down the vampire and defend the last bit of honor his House has. But all that he can do is look fearfully ahead, his eyes not nearly as unmoved as he would’ve liked. He notices Thaddeus moving his pistol upwards from the corner of his eyes, and swiftly catches his friend’s arm with one hand. That’s just going to make things worse, he shakes his head quickly, never once looking away from Silas. With less confidence than he would have liked, he steps forward, placing himself so that the weight of the Vampire Lord’s wrath falls solely on him, and not in his human friends. 

“What do you want with me?” Clarence asks, voice far shakier than he would have liked. He stiffles a wince when Silas chuckles, a cruel sound. To his terror, Clarence suddenly becomes aware of the distinct, horrid smell of silver. 

“To collect what I am owed” Silas says through gritted teeth, and before any of the three can say anything, he has a hand to the young vampire’s throat, keeping him from running and lifting him off the ground. A silver ring sizzles his way into the younger vampire’s skin in an agonizing burn, but the Vampire Lord just laughs, unmoved even though the silver ring is upon his own skin. Behind them, his allies move to restrain the two humans, who had tried to defend their friend valiantly. Silas smirks as Clarence uselessly tries to thrash his way out of his grip, bringing him closer and lowering his voice. “After all, your father seems to have well forgotten that the price of treason is blood.”


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2 years ago

I love you fanfic writers I love you original fiction writers I love you nonfiction writers! I love you writers who share your work and writers who never share a single thing. I love you published writers! Traditionally published writers! Self-published writers! Writers who never plan to publish! Writers who write for fun and writers who write for work and writers who write sometimes only when they feel like it! Song writers! Poem writers! Screenplay writers! Writers! How amazing it is, to be able to turn our thoughts into written words.


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2 years ago

god I just. love ruthlessness as a character trait so much. sexy sexy sexy


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2 years ago

I NEED YOUR HELP

A Rival Most Vial is in a queer cozy fantasy bracket on Reddit.

I am up against Can’t Spell Tea Without Treason.

I know Rebecca Thorne is far more well-known than me, but I am not going down without a fight

Will you vote in this google doc poll for me??