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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️

@acturek.bsky.social
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Writes character driven adult fantasy. WIP: Brother’s Keeper, epic fantasy sibling story Lives with bipolar - @siegeofthespirit Clinical Laboratory Scientist Mountain backcountry horsewoman 🚫politics Every trail’s the one true home.

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 4h
Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #guard While seeking their companion Virgil, Cerel and Rushak discover a hidden tower. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
Their two mares stood close together, ears
pricked, watching from a prudent distance. Cerel smiled at their GUARDED curiosity. He turned again and let Rush lead him around the structure. Both were
chilled from the wet that was everywhere, in their sodden clothes, dripping from moss and vines, pooling beneath their feet.

"It must have been greatcycles since anyone's been here, possibly more than a dozen ... Karth!" A twig slapped his face with a sharp sting.

"Sorry," Rush coughed.
 
"You know, we won't even get in," Cerel said, struggling through briars. "There's no chance Virge is here." Rush shoved his way ahead as if he had not heard.

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 8h
#AwesomeCharacters I’m discounting extenuating circumstances involving danger etc. & just going general behavior. 🪉Rush is very patient in general. If he’s feeling impatient he’s most likely to keep quiet about it unless he’s waiting on someone & up against a time constraint. 💎 The most
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #well Aaran’s vision - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
He splintered into pieces of flashing steel.
About him, cacophony and chaos spiraled and he within it, not steel bits himself, he now saw, but surrounded by them, and all else smeared with blood. 
Above the battle, a black shadow heaved itself upward on heavy, articulated wings. Its neck snaked
forward, sinews bulging like Silverbark roots from a body armored with volcanic boulders. Its mouth opened, vast and fiery. The earth cracked under its appalling screech, and a deeper, still more dreadful wailing arced from elsewhere across a dark sky
ribboned with crimson rents. He knew that scream, or would know it, issuing from a WELL of anguish as deep as the Nethernight itself: his own voice, or that of some other. He dropped his longsword.

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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 21h
Well | Tok finds himself in an emotional state that the least emotional person he knows walks him through. Still plenty frustrated though, he plans to use a bit of violence as an outlet. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
Tok nodded without looking at her. It gave him no satisfaction that she was the third person to dissuade him from worrying about what could have been, but the message had finally been received. Perhaps it was because she was the last person that he expected to be so understanding about it. Plopping down next to Otalia, Tok leaned back and braced himself with 
his arms behind his back.

“I don’t want to lose.”

“Unfortunately, that isn’t really up to you though... is it?”

“Not. At. All.”

“Well, I hope that you feel better. You have a duel to prepare for.”

Tokonus sat up quickly, his body growing tense with realization. In only a few hours he was meant to face [REDACTED] in battle. He needed to renew his focus and shore up his feelings. His opponents would not offer him sympathy, and he could not allow himself to be defeated.

“Perhaps this is one I need... maybe hitting someone will be the remedy I require."
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TL Morganfield @stitchingfiend.bsky.social · 20h
Today's word is "Well". Olivia, the proprietress of a hotel in Moreno Springs NM, has some unusual abilities for a human: she can smell everyone's teotl and read their emotions. #weirdwestern #wipsnips #writesky #writingprompts #writingcommunity #Aztec
Going blind had only accentuated her ability to detect these scents, and she now relied on them heavily to guide her upon meeting new people. That, and her empathic perceptiveness. She’d always found it exceptionally easy to know what most people were feeling at any given moment, but maybe because people didn’t fear showing their emotions on their face when talking to a blind woman, everyone now exuded their intensions even stronger than they did their unique scent. The eyes could deceive; the heart could not. Had she been so attuned to this back when she first met her soon-to-be husband Hector, she might have seen past his handsomely charming smile to realize that nothing but pain and misery lay ahead for her for the next seven years.

And this confluence of scent and empathy had served her well in the years since. Whether it was the drunken stagecoach passenger who thought access to the widowed proprietress’s body came with the price of his room or the strange woman who kept trying to pass off a Mexican silver dollar as an American one, as if Olivia wouldn’t know the difference. Though in truth she might have just let it go had she not sensed the woman’s implicit desire to trick her. She was glad the woman Coyolli didn’t return after breakfast, for her very presence had the unsettling feeling of gazing into a dank cave that smelled of dead, slimy things.

But her newest crop of guests were a bit of an enigma. While one of them—Fiona—was clearly in the category of “normal” as far as her smell went—lake water teeming with playful otters, like the ones Olivia’s father used to take her to see in the remaining vestiges of the once mighty Lake Texcoco—the remaining three were something else entirely. The smells themselves were almost otherworldly in their intensity, and they painted strangely vivid images in her head of things she knew she’d never seen even in her sighted days
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 18h
I’m bot-fraught this week! 😭
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Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 22h
Drunk Melody introduces Guy to the treasure that is Peggy Rico. 🪷 From my spec fic, ResortWIP. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
“Peggy! Peggy. I was just telling this guy… Guy! I was just telling Guy about all the wisdomous things from your mouth. Like… for example! Peggy, do tell, what sort of man should you never fall in love with?”

“Far too many to list. But the worst? That would be the kind with pretty words and a long memory.”

Melody grinned, but Guy cocked his head. “So, what, charm and intelligence are red flags now? Aren’t those normally considered attractive qualities?”

Peggy shook her head. “Different sort, darlin’. Not charm and intelligence—gift wrap and grudges. Mark my words, once those pretty words are through, what’s he got left? A fragile ego and an inability to let go. You’ll want a parka to sit in Satan’s sauna before a man like that lets you forget all his little bruises.”

Melody dropped her chin and lifted her brow at Guy. “See? You see?” Her head slumped onto Peggy’s shoulder, eyelids falling, too. “Adopt me already.”

Laughter pooled in Guy’s eyes, but he shifted them to Peggy again. “And how about women? Got any advice for a hopeless bachelor?”

Peggy pushed back the hair that had fallen in front of Melody’s face, tucking it behind an ear. “Now, that depends. I reserve my advice for people I like, and we’ve only just met.”

“And you don’t like me yet? I’d better order you another drink, Ms. Rico.”

“Careful, now, charmer.”

“Good thing I’ve got a short memory.”

Peggy laughed. “Hey, what do you know, charmer? Turns out I like you. So listen well now: never, ever fall in love with a woman who loves poetry and cheap wine.”

“Oh? That’s the kind who won’t let you forget?”

“That’s right, darlin’. But in a different way.” Peggy coaxed Melody’s glass from her limpening fist. “See, she might let you, but you won’t ever. Even long after she’s gone. You just can’t… unlearn a woman like that.” She shook her head at the glass. “Deep and light at once. Sad, but sweet. Damn hard to hold.” She knocked the drink back and smiled. “Harder still to let go.”
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Dr. Kimi W.W. is teaching Indigenous Vampire and Ghost Stories @drkimiww.bsky.social · 22h
Pt 560 Meona’hane’e whined, “But I just nearly drowned!” “No #reprieve,” said the first Grandmother. “Entirely your own fault,” said the second one. “You’re absolutely #well!” said the third. “Looked like lying around being lazy after a joy ride to me!” said the fourth. #vss365 #WIPSnips
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 21h
#SongsOfSeptember Here’s one for @sayaashrah.bsky.social It is vibes, as I don’t know the meaning of the lyrics other than they refer to a god, but I love folk metal (this one of my favorites) and I think this has all the beats of a glorious Ashrah fight. youtu.be/PY8XKQIeKW8
youtu.be
Arkona-Zakliatie (05)
YouTube video by Sacredfan267
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 22h
#WIPSnips 29. "Well" Lots of "well" in the story, but only one true "Well." #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #NetherTouchedSareena #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
She fell, but that didn’t stop her either: ignoring the pain of scraped knees and elbows, she scrambled to her feet, the tentacle squiggling in her grip, and kept running.

As the Well of Lamentation came into view, relief gave her another push when A’zeena, Gvorran, and two other Nether-Touched she didn’t know came out of hiding, tools in hand, and though they hesitated upon seeing the pursuing wraiths and ksa’rra, A’zeena urged them forward to form a protective barrier.

Unable to slow down, Sareena crashed against the Well, the tentacle flying from her hand and into the water. If she thought the River Isa’anr was dark, the… substance inside the Well was the purest black. The tentacle didn’t sink so much as was swallowed with an audible glub that made her shiver and swear she’d never bathe in those waters again.
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 22h
#SongsOfSeptember Repeating 23: instrumental song. This is such a lovely vibe of my characters’ home. Have a beautiful day, everyone, from the Forest! youtu.be/D4clzuenBmc
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Celtic Music - Sing with the Forest
YouTube video by Adrian von Ziegler
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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 23h
#WIPSnips Word of the day is ‘well’, which I have! From Dust and Shadows Tink agrees to take Peter to Neverland, because who cares about rules? #WritingCommunity
Tinkerbell looked down at him. Those glistening puppy-dog eyes and quivering lip. The same one she gave Miss Briar to get her way. There were rules, but when did she ever care about them?
“Well…I did promise you I would teach you to fly.” She said, with a smile, “I guess the first lesson can be a flight to Neverland.” 
“Thank you, Tink!” Peter said, putting his hands around her and holding her against his cheek. Her face became warm, as her hands went around his cheek as she nuzzled against him. A soft glow came from her body, illuminating the bedroom and shining out the bedroom window.
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mk 🦔 @mkwritesfic.bsky.social · 23h
Anisa, Natalia's sort of partner, has just informed her that the elders of the Order have commanded her marriage to another woman. They fight about it. From CultWIP first draft. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts
A tear rolled down Natalia’s cheek. “We could leave together, Anisa. You and me and Rowan and –” 

“Stop it!” Anisa screamed, tossing one of her shoes back to the ground in her rage. She had her teeth bared, her fists clenched. Natalia recoiled, pressing herself as close to the wall as she possibly could as silent tears continued to fall. “You are weak in faith, and I refuse to spend the rest of my life with someone as skeptical and disobedient as you. Leave if you must, but you will not drag me or anyone else down with you. Especially your brother. He is Rekshimyr’s perfect plan, and I will be by his side when doomsday arrives.” 

“Holy hells, okay,” Natalia said, barking a humorless laugh. “Fine. You do that, Anisa. Fall on your own blade for a god who doesn’t even know your fucking name. If that’s the life you want, then who am I to stop you?” She stood as well, making her way toward the door. This was her room, a shared room with four other people. She would have to sleep next to Anisa for the next several nights until she was married and moved in with Petra. If this was High Priest Silas raining wrath upon her once more, then he had finally won.
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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
She looked up to see Tristan staring down at her. “You should get some dinner.” He said. Nadia furrowed her brow. “Why are you here?”
“I was here earlier, when Hester and Blair argued. I came back and you were still here. I became worried.”

Blair looked up. “Do you care what happens to the women here?”

Tristan sighed and looked away. “I do. But, I suspect that rings hollow. I protect myself. We all do. Except our new hunter. You defended your fellow hunter. You must have known the risk in doing so.”

Nadia smiled, “We had to stop her from trying to protect the peasant girl who broke free moments before that.”

Tristan nodded. “I saw that as well. I’m not so brave. I will not risk my life for others. But I can remind you to eat.”   

“Thank-you,” Nadia said. Tristan nodded. Then he spun and departed with striding steps.

“Was that compassion?” Blair asked. “Or was he keeping track of the countess’s two favored pets?”
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Joel Flanagan-Grannemann @servantand.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
From Talia: Heir to the Fairy Realm. Ghost stories and a little bit of innuendo. More about me and my books at ServantsoftheMoonandSun.com
“I wish you had more,” Shatter lamented to the shopkeeper. “We get little need for those here. Most injuries can be Healed. No need for the heavy-duty stuff.” “I like to be prepared,” Shatter informed him, as she looked over the healing herbs. Satisfied, she closed the crates. “I’ll need some hand-pulled carts to transport all this.” “Shouldn’t have sold all your mounts.” The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes. “Where did you say you were going? Could be a long trip on foot.” “Not far,” Shatter told him offhandedly. “Just along the Pearl River.” “Oh. Don’t go too far up that river — the mountains are haunted.” “Do tell,” Shatter replied, her interest piqued. “Well, the Spirit of the Exile Queen lives there. I’ve seen lights in the sky. Some of the hunters have seen them as well — especially lately. I wouldn’t go there for all the silver in the Queen’s pockets.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” He narrowed his eyes again. “I could recommend some good hands. Strong men. You might need some help, with winter so close.” “We have everything we need.” “I bet you do.” He looked at Willow. “How about you, child? Any need for a strong Feather-wing?” A lusty grin split his face. “As she said, we have everything we need,” Willow replied.
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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Ætheren returns home to the Mycellium Forest… 🎪🖤✨ From The Mycellium Forest (Book 3) 💫 Kickstarter is live! 💫 Help bring this story to life… #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
From draft four of Book 3 (TMF), chapter 31, Ætheren POV:

They stood at the base of the Aurinthal. He knew a secret passageway into the mountain. It was quicker than scaling the mountain and would take them to Shålan’s abode. Ætheren supposed there were many benefits to growing up here and knowing the forest and the mountain so well. 

At the threshold of the mountain’s entrance, scents of damp moss and earthen rich soil hit Ætheren, bringing a rush of childhood memories. This was the only home he had ever known.
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Ellie Lieberman @ellielieberman.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
"When there's so much possibility after the world has felt impossible for so long, I suppose it's inevitable to try to chase it all as quickly as you can. When you have gone so long without, you know its fragility well." - When Morning Comes #WIPSnips
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MidnightRose Artist @midnightrose838.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
#WIPSnips I had the luck of having a friend to make choose my snippet tonight, so we get a sad one I've shared part of before. *Well it isn't my fault they told me to trade my clothes for these things.*
He was given fresh clothes and told to bathe and change.
The water felt cold after all the time he'd spent imprisoned. It was impossible to get truly clean since he still bore scabs, some of which partly detached making thin lines of diluted red run down his wet body.
After drying himself with his old clothes, and wishing he could put them back on, stained and filthy as they were, Lawcket put on the new clothes, unable to help but know that even small amounts of water-diluted blood would show on the fresh white.
Well it isn't my fault they told me to trade my clothes for these things.
After dressing, Lawcket quickly knelt and gathering his old clothing to his chest kissed the fabric which now that he was clean smelled strongly of stale sweat and blood.
My last piece of home, and now I leave you. Goodbye. I'll remember you always. I'll remember all of you, he thought to his family. I might never see you again, but I'll never forget you. He held the fabric to his face for a moment, letting memories of his family and home ache through his heart as tears leaked from his eyes.
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
September 29th – well T’orrin really did not think this plan through. Nor does he have good answers for these questions. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
	Slipping inside, T’orrin closed the door quietly behind him. And turned around to find two men in guard uniforms watching him intently. Perhaps he was wrong about his luck.
	“Well, well, well,” the first man stepped forward, “we were told to watch for people sneaking out of the city, not in. But this works just as well.”
	“I have no idea what you are talking about,” T’orrin stammered. “We are just cutting through our friends’ house, on our way back from hunting in the woods. We do it all the time. Just ask them.”
	“Hunting, eh?” The second man sneered. “Where is your game, then?”
	“Not my lucky day.”
	“And your weapons?”
	“Left them in the woods.”
	“And her shoes?” He nodded towards the woman’s bare, bleeding feet. 
	T’orrin hesitated. He didn’t have an answer for that one. It didn’t really matter anyway, because it was obvious that they weren’t buying his story. 
	The first guard stepped closer and pushed back the woman’s hood.
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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @arachnereid.bsky.social · 23h
might as WELL... #WIPsnips
Rumors about the relative peace and abundance of the West always percolated, but stories passed through the trade chains may as well have been legends.
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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 In most ways, migrating to a culturally similar country is far easier. EXCEPT there will be a million teeny rules and references you'll be expected to know but don't. Here Dr Edwards falls foul of this phenomenon. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire
“You asked to be informed when the Selkie returned from Eilbree,” said the barman brightly, before Edwards could place his order. “She put into port half and hour ago.”

“The needles!” cried Edwards. “Why didn’t you knock straight away?”

“Erm… Sardine said you were entertaining someone. We didn’t like to interrupt. Speaking of which,” the man said, leaning over the counter and lowering his voice. “I’ve worked both sides of the Circle Sea and while Midrans won’t bat an eye at two married men, they get a bit funny about unwed couples. Any unwed couples. A little more discretion if you’re not putting a ring on it would be my advice.”

“We didn’t-” Edwards broke off and scowled. It was none of the man’s business, though he seemed to mean well. “Friends can’t share a room then?”

“Only if you’re in a group. It’s not the done thing in pairs unless you’re first-degree relatives. Some inns will boot you out for it.”

“Huh.”
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Under orders of a mind-controlling super, Dr. E knocked BigBad out w/ a microscope Imprisoned Ace has been getting free when he’s sure BB won’t catch him ICYMI: Ace & BB share Evie’s body, & the boys are in a “control room” in her brain #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Master/Puppet 🦹🏼😈
Black text, green background, “well“ highlighted pink

[BigBad] lies on the floor of the teleporter platform, and the screen is black. Are we dead? Did Dad kill us?

The lights on the console tell me Evie's body's still going. Maybe if she looks like herself, maybe it's enough to stop Dad, the way going from Evie to [BigBad] was enough to stop the Cheetah. But Caleb was so specific for the Cheetah, and Dad knows I'm still in here.

[Big Bad] doesn't move. How long until he comes to? Is he aware now?

It doesn't matter. I have to wake Evie. I undo my bindings and stumble to the console, killing that damn noise.

"Wake up. Evie, this is Ace! I'm telling you to wake up." My fingers stumble over some buttons that I've seen [BigBad] use to give Evie commands. "You have to. Please, wake up, now!"

"WELL, this is new."

My breath catches in my throat, and I don't dare move, much less turn around to face him. "I'm saving us."

"And what an admirable job you're doing, Acey." His voice drips with false sweetness. "Go ahead, let's see what you've got. Then we'll talk about how we're going to deter you from getting loose again."

My hand falls from the console. "Evie," I whisper, "save me."
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #well Aaran’s vision - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
He splintered into pieces of flashing steel.
About him, cacophony and chaos spiraled and he within it, not steel bits himself, he now saw, but surrounded by them, and all else smeared with blood. 
Above the battle, a black shadow heaved itself upward on heavy, articulated wings. Its neck snaked
forward, sinews bulging like Silverbark roots from a body armored with volcanic boulders. Its mouth opened, vast and fiery. The earth cracked under its appalling screech, and a deeper, still more dreadful wailing arced from elsewhere across a dark sky
ribboned with crimson rents. He knew that scream, or would know it, issuing from a WELL of anguish as deep as the Nethernight itself: his own voice, or that of some other. He dropped his longsword.

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #prime -> spring Lara gets a warning from her father - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
"It is your love for him—I see it in your
eyes—that gives me pause. As you say, the war is close to him, perhaps too close, and he is no warrior. He has not even the temperament of a hunter, though
I suspect he kills well and mercifully.
I’ve had a disturbing dream, my daughter,
and I fear he will not return from Gibil the same lad who left the Forest in the spring of young manhood." He stroked his chin. "Observe this fire. See how cheerfully the flames dance, but without soul."

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️
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MidnightRose Artist @midnightrose838.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
#AwesomeCharacters Gonna go with a character I don't talk about much for this one, my broken Kortenze,💔 who learns to identify with the worst things he's done, & yet who spends his power, his blood & pain, to protect the innocent. I couldn't really get the snippet edited, but this realization -1/?
Murderer, it's what I am, I might as well embrace it. At least if I'm to die let me die unashamed of myself. If I'm evil I don't have to care if I'm evil. I don't have to care anymore than cold cares that it's cold, I don't have to care anymore than air cares that it's air, or anymore than the water we drank cares that it can also drown us. I can be evil just as trees grow and fall. I don't have to hate myself on top of what I already am.
He closed eyes, and willed the tears which ran down his cheeks to stop. Why do I feel so much like a child. It's been many years since I was ten.
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
#SongsOfSeptember So, @saranadosfiction.com, I have been going back and forth about this for days. I could be waaaay off—this is about cancer but I have this vibe in my heart in which I 👏can’t 👏hear👏this 👏without 👏thinking 👏 of 👏Sabbat!! So sticking neck out & sharing! youtu.be/EdgJo75bpc0
youtu.be
Sword of Damocles (Externally)
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
#AwesomeCharacters 🪉Rushak is very much a mixed bag here. He’s constantly examining himself because he’s so conflicted. He is deep-down sure he’s truly the abomination he is labeled. He’s also 100% invested in proving he’s not—but is that based on his self-awareness or his study of history 1/
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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
"She’s injured, and each injury makes the next fight more difficult. Which means she risks more injuries.”
“Can she beat the giant?”

“No single hunter could beat an immortal giant in combat at their best. And Ash is not at her best. Several of the wounds are affecting her mobility.”

“No hunter?” Nadia asked. 

Blair considered. “My grandmother might have been able to in her prime. Count Nóttfang might be able to, being an immortal. Grandmother speaks well of her most recent pupil: Countess Myrddhin. I’ve heard other hunters call her the butcher behind her back. But I wouldn’t place money on any other hunter surviving.”
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
#SongsOfSeptember Here’s a song for @professoremily.bsky.social that reminds me of Mireia and Kena! youtu.be/1Z4uITELiqw
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Dead Can Dance - 'Children Of The Sun'
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
#WIPSnips 28. "Prime" Another day, another fight² #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #NetherTouchedSareena #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
Ashrah jumped to her feet and thrust. Lizkhy beat her wings, evading Datusha and slamming Sareena against a mass of solid ice. Disencumbered of the Nether-Touched, the balor sliced and flailed. Sareena avoided the dagger, but her low, misleading stance did not deceive the whip that etched a crimson, ragged gash on her cheek.

Breathing a wall of fire between her and Sareena, Lizkhy whipped around to face her prime opponent, dagger flashing. Ashrah ducked under the short weapon, jabbed. Lizkhy drew aside and was forced to remain on the defensive as Datusha chased her in a series of slashes that hewed sparks out of the smaller blade until the balor stepped to the side and shouldered Ashrah.

A blur from above. Ashrah eluded claws that set the freezing air on fire, then whirled as the wind cracked, flying above the whip, and as she came back down, she slid on the ice, avoiding the thorny ribbon again and slashing at Lizkhy’s unarmoured calf.

“Aaaah, how I missed the taste of a balor’s alarun!” Datusha enthused.
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TL Morganfield @stitchingfiend.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Today's word is "Prime". Fiona's POV. #weirdwestern #wipsnips #writesky #writingprompts #writingcommunity #Aztec
She’d been surprised by the lack of teepees or tents when they’d arrived at the camp, but she’d also noticed the makings of such things secured to the saddles of many of the horses, as if they’d remained packed up in case of needing to flee in the middle of the night. And it did eventually occur to her that a darkened tent was a prime environment for a star demon attack, so sleeping under the open sky with the protection of the moon and the campfires was likely more secure. Families were huddled close, the children breathing heavily in the safety of their parents’ arms.
 
Niyol was fast asleep as well, huddled under his blanket, the dimming firelight painting an orange glow over his face. He didn’t move or shift in his sleep, like many of the others did, and his breathing was shallow and silent. Did gods dream, and if they did, what did they dream about? She’d have to ask him in the morning.
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
I don’t like Mondays. #monday youtu.be/VPtu5V3kHTM
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I Don't Like Mondays
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Dr. Kimi W.W. is teaching Indigenous Vampire and Ghost Stories @drkimiww.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
#vss365 #WIPSnips
Pt569
“Who ARE you?” Meona’hane’e asked in bewilderment. “We’re the Grandmothers!” said the first one. “Or at least some of them,” added the second. “Our old men have been holed up talking for over 500 years, so we found ourselves a few things to do,” quipped the third. “And now, we have decided to help you,” said the last. 
Meona’hane’e stood up, straightening out her damp clothing as best she could. “Okay,” she said. “Help me, then.” 
“Pivot!” said the one who looked Néške'éehe, “first, we’re going to have a sweat to #purify you. You’re in the second #prime of your life! We have to make the most of it.
#vss365 #WIPSnips
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mk 🦔 @mkwritesfic.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Prime --> prepare This is directly after another snip I posted a few days ago, when Father Silas punished Rowan for not complying with his orders. From CultWIP first draft. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky #writingprompts
“You were so confident before you left,” Father Silas said, crouching beside him. He offered a hand to Rowan, and tentatively, Rowan took it with his uninjured hand and pulled himself to a sitting position. “What happened?” 

Callix happened. He had confused Rowan, addled his brain, said things that he would never believe a Seeker would say. He talked, he insulted, and Rowan, despite his rage, despite everything he had ever been taught, had been a fool, transfixed and hanging on every last word that dripped from the damn viper’s mouth. Hatred burned low in his gut. 

“I attacked him, Father,” Rowan said. “I intended to kill him, but my mental fortifications were not as strong as I thought they were. I failed you, and I failed Rekshimyr.” 

“You did,” Father Silas said. “You will do well not to underestimate our enemies. We are strong, but so are they. When Rekshimyr ascends, we will surely have our work cut out for us, but we will conquer. We will thrive. That is why I do these things.” He gestured to Rowan’s arm. “I must teach you. I must prepare you. I do not take pleasure in seeing you writhe in pain, but it is what must be done.”
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
#SongsOfSeptember This is for @sagecollins.bsky.social This song reminds me of Ren & Blake! Quite a bit more lighthearted than what we’ve been sharing lately. youtu.be/1PreKtsgoUM
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I'm Sticking With You
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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
#WIPSnips I don’t have ‘prime’, so I’m using ‘best’ as a synonym From Making Utopia -We get a lore drop regarding Marilyn’s hometown. #WritingCommunity
“I don’t know much about technology, but I know about this. The generator was built by my grandfather. Energy was scarce, and the town almost died from a terrible winter. They didn’t have enough fuel to keep the generators running. No generators, no heat.”
	“So my grandfather wanted to ensure Landon never relied on Old World fuel again.” She said, taking a bite of some rice, “So he gathered together the smartest people in town. The best mechanics, engineers, and scientists he could find. They began designing the generator. Getting the parts wasn’t hard. It came from the bunker my Great-Grandfather came from. The key thing was what could they use for energy? Old World fuel was out of the question. Everyone didn’t want to use it, and we don’t have access to a large body of water. So they decided on two resources we’d never run out of.”
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
September 28th – prime (primary) Av’ry would like everyone to consider maybe staying safe and hidden, rather than making a deal with someone who already tried to kill them. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“K’ivin’s people have been seen in the region. They’ve been asking around. Looking for us.” Mikiva watched his face.
	“K’ivin? I thought you said it was someone who didn’t want to kill us. Your boss made it pretty clear how he felt the last time we spoke.”
	“It sounds like that may have changed. Remember, K’ivin is a tactician, not an assassin. Killing us was never his primary goal. He may have learned the truth, or part of it and adjusted his plans. Maybe I should try making contact?” 	
	“Can we take that risk?” Av’ry seemed skeptical. “Honestly, the tactician thing may be a problem more than anything. If he decides we are a risk, he’ll cut us down without regret. And if you leave here, I doubt they’ll welcome you back.”
	“Should I be concerned with that? I’m not planning to buy property here. Fox is nearly done her task and then we have to start making plans for the future. If K’ivin is willing to bury the hatchet, maybe we should go for it.”
	“I know he was your mentor, but we can’t trust him. He’s already proven that.”
	Mikiva pinched the bridge of her nose, obviously frustrated. “I agreed with him at the time. We got past it.”
	“That was different.”
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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @arachnereid.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
'tis the season of plants past their #prime #WIPsnips
Cloud cover increased to the west. The forests also thickened, with huge trees and abundant places to hide. Blackberry bushes past their prime wove into the mix, shriveled berries offering seedy nibbles.
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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Kenneth takes Dr Edwards dragon spotting. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire
“Thank you for showing me this,” Edwards said. “Especially the dragon. I cannot recall ever having felt so… much about things as I have these past few days. It’s been magical.”

“We were lucky to spot one straight away. Sometimes visitors are stuck waiting for hours,” said Kenneth happily. “But Mack and Pollock say that the first cloudy day after a heatwave is prime time to see them because that’s when the hexshrooms release their spores. Dragons need them to stay airborne. On account of being so big. And heavy. With the metal scales. Um… doctor?”

Edwards had also stepped closer and was smiling at him. His face was flushed from the climb, and his hair and clothes were rumpled. Kenneth’s eyes flickered to his lips.

But this was neither the time nor the place. If the other man rejected him, they would face a very long, awkward descent before they could get away from one another. The sensible thing to do would be to leave the lighthouse, dash back to the Selkie in the rain, lose their coats, which would be soaked by then, and drop hints over dinner.
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #prime -> spring Lara gets a warning from her father - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
"It is your love for him—I see it in your
eyes—that gives me pause. As you say, the war is close to him, perhaps too close, and he is no warrior. He has not even the temperament of a hunter, though
I suspect he kills well and mercifully.
I’ve had a disturbing dream, my daughter,
and I fear he will not return from Gibil the same lad who left the Forest in the spring of young manhood." He stroked his chin. "Observe this fire. See how cheerfully the flames dance, but without soul."

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Best 👏 arborglyph 👏 ever 👏 #trail #aspen #trees #forest #horse
Horse head drawing carved into an aspen tree trunk
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #delay -> postpone The brothers are about to hear Virgil and Cerel’s cockamamie plan. POV Drisal - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
Rushak watched him a moment. "How does
the homelonging with you?"

The cave was whirling. Yes. The vertigo.
None of this had helped it, certainly. Nor had it helped him help his brother. He had no answer.

Rushak began to shudder and wheeze. Drisal
gasped with alarm. Then he realized his brother was laughing. "Never mind," he gasped. "This whole argument presupposes we are going to get out of here alive. Perhaps... we should POSTPONE it."

"We are going to get out of here alive," Virgil
said, coming to join them. "But we have to work together." Drisal said nothing. "Now, the Kudrum will return tomorrow sometime, if they behave as their signals told Weatherlin. Cerel heard one of them say they want you." He nodded at Rushak. "So we've devised a plan. It will be dangerous, but we want

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
#SongsOfSeptember Brother’s Keeper starts and ends with A Tergo Lupi. This is the song for the last scene. youtu.be/1N5fQpmPa88
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Rush lets Drisal “in” on his secret, risk-free. #SundaySnips #writingprompt #writingcommunity #fantasy
Shafted light tinted the old vellum gold, the
ink indigo. Mysterious creatures twined into one another, rooted together like a tree clan. And the writing itself, some queer hybrid of runes and script ... he could only blink at it. It hurt his eyes. "What is this?" He TURNED the scroll upside down. "I can't read
it." He squinted. He TURNED it sideways. "The letters are lovely, but the words ... they're gibberish."

Rushak chuckled. "That one is Ancient
Tellinaeic, I believe. They are all like that. If you want answers, you'll find none there."

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
#AwesomeCharacters 🪉Rushak: Tiramisu. No sugar, layered and subtle. 💎Drisal: Chocolate meringue pie because that’s the YUMMIEST thing to me, and HE’s the yummiest (fictional) thing, no shame! 🏹Cerel: Straight-up cinnamon roll!
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
So after struggling with a scene all afternoon, I have learned a lot more about how Drisal’s magic gems work for their recipients! 🥲 #writingcommunity #wip #fantasy
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Dr. Kimi W.W. is teaching Indigenous Vampire and Ghost Stories @drkimiww.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Pt568 #vss365 #WIPSnips
Oeškeso wasn’t alone.
Meona’hane’e was startled to see four old ladies —which she herself had recently been. “Eh bien,” said one. “Ya-de-lah,” said another. “Šaaaa,” said one, who really looked like Néške'éehe. “Oy vey, don’t #delay!” said the last. “#Renounce your ways! This independent streak of yours isn’t going to cut it. You need help”
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