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@floofpaldi@mindly.social  ·  activity timestamp 5 days ago

#EroticMusings 36 — Do any of your characters, like the waxing and waning moon, show different aspects of self that they cycle / transition between? Natural cycles like menstruation, or more fantastical?

This is a paranormal romance, so we have the mortals: humans, and the immortals: vampires, and werewolves, and other creatures. This is fantasy. Ironically, vampires and werewolves have their own cycles of being, but they're connected to the phases of the moon. It affects their moods, how they behave, etc. So, yes, they *do* have their own aspects of self that they will cycle or transition between. They change throughout the month. But like I said, it's directly affected by the phases of the moon. For instance, a wolf might be more apt to mate with their significant other prior to the full moon. They're more feral, more bestial, more of the creature they become on a full moon, even if they can also shift at will throughout the month. During a full moon, they become the wolf, no matter how hard they try to fight it. There's no stopping it, and they can sometimes become murderous creatures—that is, unless they've learned how to control the beast inside of them.

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@floofpaldi@mindly.social replied  ·  activity timestamp 5 days ago

#EroticMusings 37 — Does any of your erotica take place during festivals or cultural celebrations? Why do / don't you include such events in your work?

Ironically, yes. All Hallow's Eve plays a major role in this story. For the paranormal creatures, it's an important time to year. I enjoy creating or including pre-existing "holidays," festivals, or celebrations in my stories.

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@floofpaldi@mindly.social replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 days ago

#EroticMusings 38 — One-Word Prompt: Mount.

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“Mount the bloody horse, love,” Alistair pleaded. “We need to at least try and appear mortal. We have to be careful here. If you go running through the woods, what do you think the local farmers will say about that?”
Fenella groaned. “Fine, fine. You do make a good point.”
Chuckling, Alistair held the reins for her. “You’ll survive, I promise.”
“I’ve mounted worse things,” she teased mercilessly, sparing him a glance. He withered beneath that look from her. A moment later, she took pity on him. “And far better ones as well.” 
The sharp inhale was unmistakable. Her ears were attuned to him. She fought the urge to grin as she stuck a booted foot in the stirrup and rose. As she settled on the horse, she spied him already watching her. “See, darling,” she began, “you’re rather easy to play with.”
Slipping into his own saddle, he sighed. “Whatever you say.”
“Mount the bloody horse, love,” Alistair pleaded. “We need to at least try and appear mortal. We have to be careful here. If you go running through the woods, what do you think the local farmers will say about that?” Fenella groaned. “Fine, fine. You do make a good point.” Chuckling, Alistair held the reins for her. “You’ll survive, I promise.” “I’ve mounted worse things,” she teased mercilessly, sparing him a glance. He withered beneath that look from her. A moment later, she took pity on him. “And far better ones as well.” The sharp inhale was unmistakable. Her ears were attuned to him. She fought the urge to grin as she stuck a booted foot in the stirrup and rose. As she settled on the horse, she spied him already watching her. “See, darling,” she began, “you’re rather easy to play with.” Slipping into his own saddle, he sighed. “Whatever you say.”
“Mount the bloody horse, love,” Alistair pleaded. “We need to at least try and appear mortal. We have to be careful here. If you go running through the woods, what do you think the local farmers will say about that?” Fenella groaned. “Fine, fine. You do make a good point.” Chuckling, Alistair held the reins for her. “You’ll survive, I promise.” “I’ve mounted worse things,” she teased mercilessly, sparing him a glance. He withered beneath that look from her. A moment later, she took pity on him. “And far better ones as well.” The sharp inhale was unmistakable. Her ears were attuned to him. She fought the urge to grin as she stuck a booted foot in the stirrup and rose. As she settled on the horse, she spied him already watching her. “See, darling,” she began, “you’re rather easy to play with.” Slipping into his own saddle, he sighed. “Whatever you say.”
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