Okay we're going to count.
1. Delgrij and the Napyr in #WealdandWen
2. The dryads in #BeforeDeluca
3. The Goddesses in #PaleBlood
4. The Bloodtongue in #ALastRequest
5. Frith in #Everybody'sPet
Last two are erotica, if that matters.
Five stories with 'sexy' trees...
Do I have a problem?
In #BeforeDeluca the narrator is left-handed and it is important to him, if not the overall story, on account of he gets his left arm cut off and spends a great deal of time trying to figure out how to do without. He regenerates, being a vampire, but it takes months (and is quite gooey).
slapdash cover of a vampire romance
I updated the release schedule for #BeforeDeluca, so you can read a new chapter of these #vampire husbands (*cough*hornyoldmen*cough*) for free every other Friday.
reamstories.com/vampirehusba...
I like characters who think they're funny. Ludovico of #beforedeluca for instance is described as 'jovial' frequently, he's a goofy, friendly and open guy. Which is weird for a vampire but appreciated by his maker and husband, even when his jokes are awful or terribly mistimed.
#writingprompts
The wheel chose #BeforeDeluca, which is amusing as they don't really have relationships with anyone but each other. They are terribly codependent.
However they do bond with their crew and that bond is more than significant to the story it is tantamount to its trajectory.
#WritingPrompts
#BeforeDeluca begins as a tale of vengeance, with Lucient on a crusade to bleed all who wronged him and Ludovico an eager participant.
Lucient hoards grudges like some terrible dragon, whereas Ludovico is capable of moving on and letting go.
They argue often about it, if playfully.
#WritingPrompts
Mushy vampires for you today, #WIPSnips as the wheel said #BeforeDeluca and the first instance of this word brought this
I should probably start using the labels for these. >.>
#BeforeDeluca today, #WIPSnips with a bit of their first night together, first meeting even. Just rush to bed with the pretty man whose eyes glow in moonlight. No one ever accused Ludovico of being smart.
I'm going to use #BeforeDeluca because the two main characters in it are highly competitive and use it as foreplay. Everything can be a competition with them. Even loving epithets. 'Winning' depends on the situation and sometimes they manage a draw only to start again later because no one won.
Here's hoping I have more energy next week and can get the subscribestar page set up...share some free chapters of #BeforeDeluca and #Bloodhound so those of you interested in bloody, erotic and mushy vampire times can check those out.
Dunno what I'll do about the art yet. Have not been able to art.
#BeforeDeluca today #WIPSnips and when I say these two are like bonded cats what should not be separated...this is why.
Warnings for blood. Lot of blood.
Bear week suggests cuteness and I bring only trauma, I am sorry, #WIPSnips. Here's a snip from a night of vengeance from #BeforeDeluca
From #BeforeDeluca today, #WIPSnips, which takes place before #Bloodhound but is a memoir written by Deluca *after* the first book of that series. Isn't writing fun?
Nathaly is fun too, and I'm excited to make them meet her again in the series...roughly 100 years after this meeting. >.>
Wheel said #BeforeDeluca so have a snip of our narrator Ludovico's first proper 'meal'...yes, that's the word for it.
#WIPSnips
From #BeforeDeluca today, #WIPSnips, and that wasn't strange at all, nope, maybe that's just how the French react to sunlight.
I have 'fashion(able)' from #BeforeDeluca today, #WIPSnips and a fancy 18th century home Ludovico would love to explore but will not get to...because he's attached to a jealous brat.
Two old man vampires locking lips, and tongues, and also holding on to neck and arm and face as if they might lose the other if they aren't constantly touching.
Because it is #yaoiday and I haven't drawn them in a year...and can't seem to today, have this old sketchy art of two old man vampires from #BeforeDeluca smoochin'. (Lucient would like you to know he is 38, not an old man, but we're ignoring him)
#BeforeDeluca for #WIPSnips today and yes, let's try to lie to our mother, it hasn't worked in any of the forty-five years of your life but surely it'll work this time.
Welcoming him into my arms, I kissed his worried brow and presented an alternative topic. One sure to distract from the issues then at hand. One I had been too afraid to broach in the decade or so we’d been together but gnawed with why we’d been taken onto the Isle, “What of a simpler mystery, my love, one you can solve for me?” “That worries more,” he spoke into my shirt, fingers slinking up it for my warmth, “but I see those wheels, my perfect treasure, and appreciate the distraction. So ask.” Sighing for his touch, I took care to keep the yet skeletal hand—its arm pinching, bones shivering with the hot wet of reforming flesh, muscle and nerve oozing down it—from his skin as I held him closer and kissed the top of his head, “The Hunters, the Council, why they know so much of you...and seem to despise you?” “Mm,” he wriggled to plant soft lips on my neck before rolling over to stare at the canopy, “I suppose I do owe you an explanation.” Snuggling closer, and laying my head on his chest, I smiled for the fingers in my hair, “I’ve certainly been curious but—” “Too polite to inquire, worried of worsening my pain,” those fingers teased my cheek, tickling through my beard, “Yes, my love...I noticed. But it's been ages now and they're growing bolder in their pursuit. That last, with so many of them, and most initiates. It was reckless, and you should know why they’d risk it.” I lost his fingers as he stretched, but my attempt to move was prevented by stronger ones shoving me—laughing—back to his chest. “First, know that the original Council was made of a mix of human and non, and they were arbiters of balance and peace. They wrote the laws and I would adhere to each and every one were they enforcing them. Yet they aren't and the current members consider themselves neither human nor monster, such as us." Turning my head to look up at him, my grin painted the words in salacious colors, “You say monster as if it were lesser, my love, but that's not how you wear it.”
Some snuggles and talking from #BeforeDeluca today, #WIPSnips -- these two are insufferable.
Vampire odyssey/memoir time with #BeforeDeluca today, #WIPSnips.
A lovely lack of context for you today, #WIPSnips, with the vampires of #BeforeDeluca at the beginning of their vengeance-fueled odyssey.
Oh, Mary, I like you. You are my new best friend.
I have too many, #HorrorWritersChat, as this is my favorite monster, but we'll just mention who I have arts for (pinup-y so maturing them).
Delgrij of #WealdandWen (traumatized vampiric tree-man)
Lucient and Ludovico of #BeforeDeluca (bonded cats)
Wheel chose #BeforeDeluca again, #WIPSnips so have some vampires new in their relationship...having some trouble with semantics.
Wheel chose #BeforeDeluca, #WIPSnips and I chose violence. Beware the references to sexual assault.
Hello, new critters coming in. I'm going to assume someone put me in a new starter pack. My pinned post has info, check it out.
Please ignore the sad-posting, I have summer depression.
Instead click these;
#WealdandWen
#BeforeDeluca
#Bloodhound
#Beliegered
#PaleBlood
#Horror
#WIPSnips
#BeforeDeluca sayeth the wheel, #WIPSnips. Have some goofing in the galley.
What chased us was altogether alien and terribly familiar. Cave wide, its eyes were lit with man-sized fires but its face bore a delicate, oval sweetness with a serene smile on lips far too human. Yet it was no man, no flesh and blood. It was rock and sea and fire. Ocean water poured from its head as it rose higher, as waterfalls of hair it was, glistening in the moonlight and the peculiar orange flames of its eyes. Higher it rose, allowing the sight of a slender neck and what struck me as islands on their own on either side until it tilted that impossible head and those islands shrugged ever so slightly. “Throw the light,” Lucient whispered again, hissing it at me. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. The thing looked like a mountain, or a woman carved out of one, ready to speak to us, or eat us—a simple task with how large its mouth was. And it continued to keep pace without appearing to move, beyond blinking and tilting its head, as if intrigued by us, studying us. The sheer size of its face prevented seeing anything behind it, but surely it had to have a body attached somewhere. As I wondered of it, my thoughts filled with soft fingers. My love, Lucient prodded, she wants our light, but if I move to take it from you she will scream. We do not want her to scream. Throw. The. Light. Mechanically, I snapped my arm back and chucked the wisplight off the side of the ship—realizing in the motion that her mouth was wider than the schooner, her eyes at least as tall as its mainmast. But I didn’t have the chance to worry too much as she swooned with the splash of the lamp.
From #BeforeDeluca we have the introduction of my very favorite creature...who appears in a few things of mine. Because I loves her.
I have no silly quips for this one.
#BeforeDeluca #WIPSnips
From #BeforeDeluca today, #WIPSnips and I gotta say...this man has never been all that bright around a set of pretty eyes. Got the self-preservation skills of a juice box.
No 'stagger' but we have 'stumble', from #BeforeDeluca today #WIPSnips, so have a little swordplay with a werewolf. Our narrator is terribly unprepared...but it's fine, his terrifying dream has it under control.
