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I write fantasy novels that often feature aroace characters.

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Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Jul 14
Rayna Clay hunts monsters. But it has never really been that simple, has it?

Anthropomorphic: a hardboiled detective/urban fantasy novel about ace people and the secret incubi/succubi crimes they investigate.

And the betrayal that could shatter a delicate peace forever.

#BluePit 📖 #LGBT #F #C
Anthropomorphic Charlie Delta The Sword and the Eye
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

A reporter from a scandal magazine has been secretly following your characters around.

What shocking headlines could they publish about them?

Did they have to take their actions out of context to get there?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 26, 2025 at 10:59 PM
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No impede. So you get blocked.
Vincent flourished as though he were about to make an overhead cut. Andras took the bait and moved his guard. Vincent flicked his blade and managed to nick the forearm of Andras’ sword arm. To his credit, Andras didn’t drop his weapon. Instead he lunged forward and punched Vincent in the face with the guard of his sword. Vincent staggered backward. Before he could regain his balance, Andras kicked Vincent in the chest. Vincent fell flat on his back and Andras swung an overhead cut down towards Vincent. Raised his sword, Vincent blocked the blow rather than parrying it. And then he hammered his blade against Andras’ blade two more times in quick succession. “You’ve run out of ideas, sir.” Andras’ said with a grin. Then he noticed that Vincent was also grinning. “Victory! To Count Vincent Metternich!” The officiant yelled and pointed at the spray of blood. Vincent had shaken it loose from the wound on Andras’ arm by hammering their blades together.
November 26, 2025 at 5:17 PM
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Went with something similar:
The scythe blade cut just above Katrina’s head. She felt the force of it as she ducked, along with a few lost strands of her hair, and countered with an upward swing of Anathema. Connor Falx blocked with the staff and shoved. She barely avoided having her nose broken and tumbled backward. She might’ve sprung back at him, but her bad knee stalled her. He followed with an overhead chop aimed at her skull, so she rolled across the icy concrete to create distance. Snow sprayed and swirled around the ancient bridge over Nul-Var Ravine. Wind howled in the gorge beneath them, and the dwindling light turned the day a grim and oppressive gray. Connor stood at the stairs marking the end of the bridge and watched her with cool eyes as he twirled his double-bladed scythe. “Still got some spark in you. Maybe you are the Ghost Princess.” “Pretty cocky before the fight’s really started,” she replied. “I guess you are a Scimitar after all.” “Oh, ho-ho!”
November 26, 2025 at 4:25 PM
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In which Aubergine explains the curse/blessing placed upon his body. One of them, anyway.
“Keeping you here won’t summon demons to my door, will it?” “Doubtful. I was planning to keep this a secret, but if you’re going to allow me to stay here, you should know. When I was born—no, even before I hatched from my egg—when my mother and father conceived me, they performed a demonic ritual. They called upon the Demon King Umaeron to ‘bless’ their union.” Shallot swallowed. She forbade people from saying the names of Demon Nobles in her inn, though she hadn’t told Aubergine yet, so she couldn’t fault him. She let him continue unimpeded. “The King of Eugenics can ensure that when two people have a baby, that baby has the best possible genetics from both parents. Moreover, that baby is ‘blessed’ with enhanced abilities. Strength, speed, endurance… even mental abilities, supposedly, though I’ve never known any ‘normal’ Nok-Subs to compare myself to. And lastly, he made my body so that whenever I have children, those children will receive my enhanced abilities, too. If he blesses my union, the effect is greater. After a few generations, you’ll have people who are physically and mentally superior to the general population.” Aubergine drawn by Ros Dando Art of Aubergine from the Good Thyme Inn series, wearing a purple hat and suit with steampunk motifs. He has dark hair in a pony tail, dark skin, a chinstrap beard, and magenta jewels on his face. His ears are dark brown wings
November 26, 2025 at 4:23 PM
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#WIPSnips 26. "Impede"

From "O, Pale Moon," a new short story in the #ChroniclesOfTheRealms mythology.

CW for implied drug addiction.

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His gaze strayed upwards, to a dark corner of the mountain. He couldn’t see it from here, but he knew the Cavern of the Pure lay there, waiting. A place for introspection, the monks would sometimes climb up there to give offerings to the Elder Gods and meditate. But the cavern served an even more meaningful purpose: deep in its heart lay the chamber where the monks went to cultivate, unimpeded, for as long as they could. Before Johnny arrived, Liu Kang had once stayed there for six months. Six months without food or water, without moving a muscle, uttering a single word, or opening his eyes to daylight, only cultivating his Breath. Kung Lao had gone as far as four months. Kai, two weeks, and even that impressed Johnny, who still struggled to meditate for more than an hour without getting fidgety. He had no delusions of ever getting close to Kung Lao’s level, let alone Liu Kang’s, but would he ever be there by Kai’s side? One step at a time, he reminded himself. Four years ago, he had been chasing doses of poisonous bliss, downing bottles of false hope. Three years ago, he had been atrophying in a hospital bed, unsure if he would ever get up again. And now here he was, not only out of bed but climbing mountains, practising real martial arts, and learning to control something he never knew he had: magic.
November 26, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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Happy #WIPSnips 26 - Impede > Block!

From BLUDEYE BEACH. It's really very safe, so long as you're not doing anything dangerous 😉
Kathleen was left standing on what was barely a path. Christopher had completely bypassed a trailhead marker, following what seemed no better than the favored route of local wildlife. He was nowhere in sight. The thick foliage blocked her view from seeing another living soul. She distinctly did not feel alone. “Christopher?” Her voice was unrecognizable, high and shrill. There was no answer. She took a cautious step forward. The hairs on the back of her neck rose in prickling waves. The sweat on her body cooled rapidly, sending a shiver through her flesh.   A low growl from somewhere in the trees. It was guttural. Wet. Far, far too close.
November 26, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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CW: Severe wound and magical healing of it

One character that surprised me in Felcrown is Dignity's badass mom, Hope Dunandrien. I knew she'd be a former adventurer but between that and moms being tough in general, she is unstoppable and become a really fun side character.

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Screenshot of a work-in-progress manuscript with the word 'stop' highlighted. “It’s—” Hope covered her mouth and coughed up a handful of blood. Dignity rushed over to her and put her hands on her mother. She willed more healing power to manifest but nothing happened. “Mom, heal yourself, please! I’m trying but I can’t get it to work again.” Hope struggled to get air into her lungs but managed to remain completely calm. She forced a painful deep breath and coughed out the magical phrases while gesturing. Thankfully, her hands glowed again with the healing light as she put them to her chest. They could all hear several bones crunch back into place and the wet squelch of flesh resealing. Through it all, Hope’s only reaction was to pull her lips tight and hiss quietly. “Ok, I’m better now, you can stop fussing. Dignity and Rajak, can you get some wet towels from upstairs so that we can clean some of this up?”
November 26, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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Impede → disrupt | Not sure if I posted this before, but, Tok and Othelia have a conversation about the future of Dawnleaf.
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“You’ve learned me well,” Othelia began, pulling away from Tokonus’ embrace. “The particulars may just go over your head, as little as you know of Dawnleaf, but I will give you what insight that I can. At present the people of the Lumberlans, the Doklans and Portlight are under the control of the Frostborne. I want to disrupt that command, to make the totality of Dawnleaf independent.” Removing a scroll from its perch within a bookshelf, she unrolled it to reveal a map. For each point on the map, she placed a carved wooden piece; a ship for Portlight, a hound for the Lumberlans, and a fish for the Doklans. The totems were in place; she turned back to Tokonus. “These are the lands divided and if we only provide freedom without authority to head our territories, there will be a power vacuum. However quiet things may seem at first, there is bound to be a struggle later.” The Lady of Acosta pointed to the hound and raised her chin. “We need a seat of power, a stable voice for the masses to follow and that will be the Lumberlans – that will be Acosta. If we are to obtain the throne for those two, we will need to have their full cooperation.” “You mean their submission,” Tokonus corrected with a frown. “I am not a child, whether or not I can understand Hemsen politics or commerce, I can understand that much. There is no reason to hide your hand.” “Don’t be petty, Tok,” Othelia retorted, rolling her eyes. “Yes, we will vassalize them, but I don’t plan for us to treat them like cattle. Whatever word we use, hierarchy is the only language that these people understand. That is their culture, it is the one way they will know peace... with their tails pinned down neatly under a thumb.”
November 26, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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#WIPSnips

When I think of the word "impede," I think of driving through Ohio.

This story is a fantasy is because people sometimes arrive on time.

The angels, demons, and undead pale next to that miracle.

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November 26, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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impede = block

From book 2 of my romantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

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“Good morning to you, erm…” The priest hesitated in mid bow, searching for the proper term of address. “Sacerem,” Wren whispered on his left. “Sacerem Letitia,” Spencer finished, straightening to meet the shade’s fiery gaze. She inclined her head ever so slightly at the honorific. A soft grating sound rumbled behind them as the door leading outside opened. The Fain priests turned and walked in their stiff, jerking gait towards the door. They didn’t look back or slow down. Clearly they assumed their guests would follow. “Not much of a greeting,” Bruce muttered behind the Fains’ backs, slightly offended. “Well, we barely understand anything they say. Maybe they didn’t think a conversation was worth the effort,” Spencer offered in an attempt to be fair to their hosts. The quartet shuffled out onto the landing and were greeted by a wall of warm, moist air and the bright glare of unfiltered sunshine. Spencer winced and threw up an arm to block the offending light. The memory of his dream, strolling through the night time streets of Urbe Mortuos where people conducted their business at a more reasonable hour, called alluringly to the priest. “Here,” Wren’s voice prompted Spencer to lower his arm and squint in her general direction. She was holding out his hat. “Thank you,” he took the offered headgear and tugged it down over his crown to cover the foolish grin that smeared itself across his face.
November 26, 2025 at 1:03 PM
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impede → block

I posted a later part of this scene once already, but...

In Chapter 2 of my space opera romantasy, THE CRUCIBLE OF THE BROKEN MOON, Daemrin confronts a minor antagonist in the form of Senan Wellay. Unfortunately, this will not be Wellay's last appearance. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity
Waiting in front of these doors was a middle-aged man with a jutting paunch, smug smile, and a thin combover. He wore an official-looking jacket, bright red with a white sash pinned from shoulder to hip. As the group neared, he raised his hand, bringing them to a halt. “Welcome to the Golden Palace,” he said to the Katorgans in a high voice that grated on Daemrin’s ears. He spoke Imperial slowly, over-enunciating his words. “I’m Senan Wellay, Minister of Foreign Affairs. As you are foreign, I’m happy to assist in your… business transaction with the king.” “Where is he?” Daemrin asked. Wellay’s smile grew tight. “Just inside the Great Hall here. He’s in the middle of holding court, and we shouldn’t interrupt him.” “Sounds like the perfect time to interrupt him, actually.” Daemrin moved to shove past, but the guards flanking Wellay crossed their pikes in front of him, blocking Daemrin’s path. “I’m afraid you’re not permitted inside,” said the minister from behind the barrier. “Hand over Gillain to me, and I’ll wire your money to your account of choice.” Daemrin turned his head so the full visage of his helmet’s front bore down upon the smaller man. “I don’t think so. We went through this same bullshit back at the spaceport and I’m not about to go over it again. Let us through.”
November 26, 2025 at 1:00 PM
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#WIPSnips

Checkov’s Portal opens…
She recognized the army *redacted*, or what was left of them, as they pulled themselves over the edge of the roof and rallied to join the battle against this huge form. Nothing seemed to impede the slow progress of the horror that was rising through the portal. A tremendous maw became visible above the surface of the platform, jaws appearing as bolts of lightening in rows from the depths of its coalescing bulk. This, Helena realized, was not going according to anyone’s plan. Whatever this thing was, it was clearly beyond the scope of the ritual
November 26, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #impede -> hinder

Drisal must follow his Imperative. Shalhra, no ordinary horse, feels that urgency too.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Drisal felt his face shriveling. The frigid airstream numbed his head. Night ran past without a stop; dawn was colder. The heat of his life trailed away behind him. But Shalhra, his faithful bolt of argent fire, reckoned neither cold nor miles. Rethen! Drisal cried, over and again. He could slow time. He could! He laughed, feeling Shahra's power flowing up through his thighs, denying his own exhaustion. Not steepness of mountain, sharpness of hail nor thickness of forest would HINDER his frantic chase. His love could not be scorned. Strange cries and drumbeats impinged from all directions. Trees flowed past like skeletal ghosts. He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached. He had ridden straight across the plain through the night, avoiding the Amarnénd, and figured he'd entered the forest near the Kigal foothills. Which meant Kudrum. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 26, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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Duels of Blood (Daisuke impedes traffic and Obito’s ability to think)
“You did promise to behave.” “Admittedly, a huge mistake on my part. Sojiro’s probably loads of fun to mess with.” Obito rolled his eyes. When he didn’t answer, Daisuke whirled around with a flap of his damp cloak, eyes bright and grin full of mischief as he kept walking backwards. A few people complained at his obliviousness, but ultimately went around him without directly confronting him—typical for Kinumura’s locals. “Fine,” he told Obito, batting his eyelashes. “I’ll only bully you while we’re here.” Obito grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around once more, ignoring his indignant yelp and how warm his own face became at the little pest’s teasing. “Stop that. We have work to do.”
November 26, 2025 at 12:09 PM
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#WIPSnips
Didn’t have ‘impede’ so we have the synonym ‘stop’.
Does this work?
#Writing #WritingCommunity
November 26, 2025 at 12:07 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for November 26th is "impede" - but I don't have impede, so I'm'a hafta pull a Missy Elliot and put my thang down flip it and reverse it with unhindered. 😜

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Kabelo stepped forward to meet Halima’s challenge. Every vein in in the man's arms and torso stood in high relief. His eyes were keenly affixed on the target, as though he could make it obey through sheer will. Sweat poured from his chin. When he pulled the string, the bow creaked, groaned, and finally yielded. His arrow split the air with a savage whistle, passing through the target unhindered. It struck the palace wall with a solid thunk, and held, quivering like a spear. The crowd surged to its feet, cries and ululations rising.
November 26, 2025 at 11:31 AM
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Our hero muses on a nice morning - (sure hope nothing bad happens later)
From "HatWIP"
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I am back in the field. Daylight. The sun has just risen creating a second golden hour as the light sparkles off the wet grass. The weather front has pushed away the rain to the north and hurricane Erin is preventing anything else from coming from the south. It creates a perfect cloudless sky. Skiers would use the word ‘blue bird day’ up in Stowe or Okemo.
November 26, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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Grio gets desperate before the god gives him offer that could save his life. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
snips
November 26, 2025 at 10:11 AM
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#WIPSnips | impede

That I don't have, but 'block' I do - into Fire in the Sky (so 'ware spoilers at the link) and Sabbat having a run-in with some scavengers

( saranadosfiction.com/2025/08/02/f... )
“Hey!” Sabbat groaned, rolling over and throwing his arm across his eyes in an attempt to block out the sudden and unwelcome shaft of light stabbing across his vision. He’d been *warm*, for fuck’s sake – warm, and comfortable, and more than halfway to complete unconsciousness, and if- “Hey! Over here!” And if whoever was talking didn’t shut the fuck up very soon, they were going to find themselves missing a tongue. Or possibly a throat, if he could just… make his limbs work. Sodding hells, it shouldn’t be this hard to move, even if he did feel half-frozen. So, fine. No need for bloodshed right now – if they weren’t trying to attack him, no point leaving another pile of bodies for the Watch to pick over. Just warn ‘em off. Wasn’t so cold he couldn’t speak, yet. “‘m tryin’ t’sleep. Fuck off.” He’d meant it as a growl. It came out as a whisper. But the light shifted, moving away from his face, and the voice which had woken him spoke again, quieter this time – and sounding a fucktonne more disappointed than it had any fucking right to be, for his money. “Hey. He ain’t dead!”
November 26, 2025 at 8:43 AM
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It’s all “impede” vibes when Dorothy stops Lilia from moving so the Council can reveal Nico as a skeleton without her interference & get the witch community to turn against their father for necromancy

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From The Magic in Our Bones 🦴⛓️
Black text, green background, no highlight "No," I shout and run after them. I reach for his hand, but miss it. "Nico. No, don't you guys dare--" We're almost to the end of the aisle when our fingertips touch, but I slam into a barrier, my body suddenly unwilling to move forward. Eve pulls him up in front of the table and turns him to face the audience. Nico just lets her. I fight with everything I have to move, to do anything at all, but my body is locked into position. I can't even move a pinkie from my hand outstretched before me. I glare at Dorothy. "This is what you did to my dad, huh? Just lock him in his body so he can't move. Hasn't he suffered enough, then? And, now, what? The Council's purpose is to humiliate a teenage boy in front of everyone? Is that what you guys do? Just make everyone's life hell?" "Hush, dear," Dorothy says, and my mouth is bound as tightly as the rest of my body, even if those bindings are invisible. I redouble my glare, or at least I hope my facial features show exactly how I'm feeling inside. They're probably botox-stiff too, but I think my vilest thoughts at her, anyway. "The Clearborne family has made a sympathetic plea. Nicholas was 'saving' his son. Wouldn't you all do the same? Lilia claims we wish to humiliate him. Rose believes she was making his life easier to manage. But here's the truth." She waves her hand and exposes Nico, my brother, who wouldn't hurt a bug, even if it was endangering a tomato he was growing, as the living skeleton he is, as if showing the torch-wielding mob that the monster has been in their midst the whole time. Meanwhile, I'm seething, mentally screaming at them that I will become the monster they fear and slaughter them in their sleep. It's probably to my benefit that Dorothy shut me up, to be honest.
November 26, 2025 at 9:01 AM
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Going vibes again. It's a "get out of the way" day. Poor Ben.

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#sff
November 26, 2025 at 8:35 AM
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Fun fact: in the original Wizard of Oz, the Emerald City wasn't actually emerald. The Wizard just made everyone wear green spectacles so it looked like it 😎

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.
Some of the comments, however, had been written by my mother. My heart did a little dance the first time I recognized her loose, looping cursive. I’d had no idea that I would find her own words here in these pages. It was almost like being able to hear her voice again after all these years. Her comments were different from the ones left by the Librarians. She was always trying to draw the story back to our world—looking for a meaning beyond simple definitions. “The people are unable to see their true reality. Is it the same for us?” She had tried to tell me years ago. We were all wearing green spectacles. We were all looking through lenses that limited our view, blocked out all other colors, all other possibilities. There could be different ways. There could be other worlds. Had my mother finally made it to her own Oz? Why hadn’t she taken me with her?
November 26, 2025 at 1:51 PM
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
November 26th – impede

Mikiva spies on Fox’s half-brother and a priest as they discuss a plan that has gone slightly awry.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The tight confines of the tunnels and the unfamiliarity of the terrain had impeded her initially, but she was getting the hang of it much faster than they were catching on to her. The priest and the scout ducked down a side passage and Mikiva positioned herself just out of sight, near the mouth of the tunnel. “Now, do you want to explain what is going on?” D’arryd snarled. “What do you think? I did what you asked, and it all went to shit,” the priest snapped. “How so?” “I gave her the mixture, but it didn’t work like it does for the priests. Normally, they just enter a quiet trance state. Even the large dose wouldn’t explain…” “I don’t care, B’ennit.” The scout cut him off. “Whatever happened to her, it was probably just Their judgment. What matters is that it’s over, now.” “But it isn’t, D’arryd! You aren’t listening. She’s not… She escaped into the tunnels.” “What!? Why didn’t you stop her?” “I tried! How do you think I ended up like this?” he gestured to his face.
November 26, 2025 at 11:27 AM
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
#NovemberWorldbuilders 26

There is a huge lie at the centre of everything. Something the gods of the world are hiding:

The secret behind their ascension.

It concerns the deal that they struck to achieve godhood. And relates to the disappearance of the dragons.

To preserve their secret, 🧵
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 22h
#NovemberWorldbuilders Heya, friends! In your fictional world, are there any lies or conspiracy theories (or maybe just incorrect beliefs) about a historical event? Is the government of your (fictional) world hiding anything? Please keep it fictional! No real-world stuff here, please!
#NovemberWorldbuilders prompt card Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 4: HISTORY 26. Any lies/conspiracy theories about historical events? The image in the background is a blurred picture of a foresty/rocky landscape with lightning and a mountain in the background The Ancient Aliens guy with the hair is here again, transparent in the background
November 26, 2025 at 7:08 AM
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
#Novmemeber 26

You could say my antagonist has some misanthropic tendencies. 😁

This one works on two levels. It summarizes a lot of his ethos, but it also hints at a key moment in his story arc.
November 26, 2025 at 5:34 AM