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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 02/05/2026

Oops, All Witches wins Outstanding Horror/Fantasy AP at LA Webfest 2026. Huge shoutout to my witches and to @nightlingbug.bsky.social, @brandesstoddard.bsky.social, @wildrosemage.bsky.social, and @dandillon.bsky.social for the lovely Witch Class. And a joyous Beltane to all of you, let’s party.🔥🌸🌕

Sara Brink and Oleander Mack smiling down at the camera, holding a trophy.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 27/07/2025

#BlueskyCoven My warmest and most heartfelt thanks to everyone who participated in Broken Sky. Special shout outs to: Jacob Mazey Jay Annette, Ash, & Tegan Sarah, Ariella, & Maricarmen Our Lorekeepers, Plants, writers, and players Check out a centralized archive of the game on the website:

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The Archivist @covenarchivist.bsky.social · 27/07/2025

🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: In many of the stories of the Archivist's shelves, good triumphs over evil. As they watch the curse progress across the land and, in disparate pockets, succeed or fail as brave witches step up to confront it, they know the real world is more varied. ::

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 25/07/2025

Expectation 5❤️|6♦️ Loyalty. Obedience. Propriety. Humility. Those are the lessons, over and over again. They attempt to strip Daughter of her identity. They remove her crude clothing, and adorn her in a prim, proper frock. They trim her hair down, cut her nails short, scrub her face raw.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 25/07/2025

Encounter 7♣️|A♠️ On her way through the Labyrinth, Daughter crosses path with Auntie. Auntie was always kind, though Daughter saw less and less of her as she grew up. Auntie offers to take her in for rest and respite. But lead down unfamiliar corridors, she winds up in an indoctrination center.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

Expectation 4♦️|K❤️ Obeisance is vital to the tending of the shrines. Before her daughter departs, Grandmother reminds her that both she and the wizards have their ways of watching, and that they all expect that her daughter will show proper humility. It's the only way to keep her infant safe.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

Encounter 2♣️|A❤️ At the compass points around the center of the maze, there are four shrines to the phases of the false moon. Grandmother sends her daughter on a pilgrimage to tend the shrines and pay the wizards their due. Staying home, she cares for her grandchild in her daughter's stead.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

Grandmother was shocked at her daughter's defiance. The ingratitude, the disregard for her sisters, the disrespect - she'd never expected such a response from one she'd worked so hard to protect. But the weight of expectation is mighty -- a tool Grandmother is uniquely positioned to bear.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

Expectation 5♠️|8♦️ One of the wizard's acolytes will be here soon to check that you and I and your child are still safely present. Be certain to present yourself, show a smiling face and the happy home we've built. The impression we leave them with is important; they take it back to the wizards.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

Encounter 9♦️|A♣️ Daughter, it is the Day of Death, the only day of the year that we may tend to the tombs of those lost to the Labyrinth. So many of your sisters are littered among the dead, and you are the only help I have to see them properly laid to rest.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery @anninakaski.bsky.social Do you venture to assist my counterpart in escape? Good luck. The walls of their prison are built from power, their chains carry the crushing weight of expectation.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

After hours in the crushing darkness, the pipe widens at a crossroads. As they pause at the opening, the first place wide enough for them to be side-by-side, a deep rumbling interrupts the stillness. The ceiling of the pipe crumbles down between and behind them. They are separated. 🧿

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

The water is thick and murky. Malformed creatures scuttle away at their approach. Haunting sounds burble around them. The pipe branches in byzantine directions. Often, walls are collapsed and they're forced to turn around. They squeeze through narrow openings barely big enough to fit.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

They can't talk down here, beneath the water. And they wouldn't have much to say anyway. With a pause, a locking of eyes, and nods of acknowledgment, they begin to swim through. It is pitch dark in the pipe. They only fit one after the other, the activist leading the way.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 24/07/2025

5♠️ - a suffocating place - ruined The Sea Wolf stops at a partially collapsed sewage outflow pipe. "I go no further," he says. "My task is to feed the people. If you wish to find what you seek, there must be a trial. Go through or turn back, the choice is yours." With that, he leaves the witches.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 23/07/2025

A♠️- a vast and looming place - haunted The activist casts the ability to take deep breaths on the guardian, and the guardian casts protection on her blood oxygen saturation. They dive into the water, grab the Sea Wolf's fins, and he pulls them deep into the ocean. 🧿

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 23/07/2025

He explains on the way: "I too am cursed, although I brought it on myself. I did it so that I could help my family and community. You'll have to join me." He dives into the water. Beneath the surface, they see him transform into a shaggy beast with a long snout, tall ears, four legs and fins.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 23/07/2025

Once he understands what the witches seek, he shoos his brother away. Though the boy protests, there is an urgency to the dismissal that both the activist and the guardian recognize through their respective lenses. He agrees to help them. They make their way out to the ocean as the sun sets.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 23/07/2025

"Sometimes I sneak out from the dojo at night to come see him, but the boat isn't here. I think he fishes at night, too." 6❤️ - bound to a distinct rule set - heroic A weary looking young man steps out from below deck. He hugs his brother and greets the witches. They explain their story.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 23/07/2025

The witches and the boy board a trolley to cross the City to the marina district. By the time they reach it in the late afternoon, the first fishing boats are returning from their day's labor. However, the boy leads the witches to a boat still docked in the harbor, the Sea Wolf.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 22/07/2025

3♦️ - a grand celebration - impromptu Pulling up, a pop-up street festival is picking up steam. The cops tried to pull folks from the dojo, but the community came together and pushed them out. Now everyone gathers out front to celebrate. The pedicab driver adds their music to the party. 🧿

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 22/07/2025

Fortunately, it turns out the dojo is a few city blocks away in the City's gayborhood, where the pedicab driver was headed back. On their way, the witches introduce themselves and laugh with the driver, who points out hidden landmarks and secret places of power they'd never known were there.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 22/07/2025

7♣️ - A vessel - whimsical While the news woman writes the address down, a light-up, rainbow colored, glitter-covered pedicab blaring top 40s pop hits from a speaker pulls up on the street next to them. The activist witch grins and once again tugs at the other as they say their thanks and goodbyes.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 22/07/2025

... But only for a moment before she tries the incantation again:   “Ti esrever dna ti pilf nwod gniht ym tup i!” Time reverses. The train pulls back into the last station, the doors slide open. She grabs the guardian witch by the arm and quickly tugs them through the portal. 🧿 Your turn.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 22/07/2025

It's the last lyric she heard on the mixtape. The Witch Queen, Missy Elliott, communicating through music, was instructing her how to Work It: “I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it.” ... Nothing happens. The magic falls flat, goes nowhere. The boars huff and squeal. She’s lost ...

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 22/07/2025

“What do we do?” she half-shouts. The weavings of the subtle magic of interpersonal community building can’t do much against an enraged mob of 200 lb animals, and her panic is rising. She pauses. Calms. Listens. Reflects. A spell from a tradition she never learned slips out of her mouth.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 22/07/2025

5♦️ - A momentous event - Destined The train doors have closed behind them. There’s a lurch as it pulls forward and onward. The enraged boars are working into a lather, and she knows it won’t be long before they stampede and turn the subway car into a meat grinder.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 22/07/2025

She too is aghast, although she doesn’t know whether it’s with the boy or the boars. She starts speaking to the herd: “Okay everyone, let’s calm down …” but she trails off, self-aware enough to know how her voice disappears in a crowd.  So she turns wide-eyed to the other, the guardian witch.

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 21/07/2025

🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: She regards the silence of the Temporal Sea from a reflection in the waters of her domain. :: There they are. There it is. The coven won't face themselves and left this power unprotected. Now begins the fall. :: Ironically enough, it is nearly time. :: 💠

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 21/07/2025

J❤️ - One who rejects authority - Joyful There's a boy with a boombox breakdancing from the poles of the car. There's hardly room for his sick moves, but she finds his energy infectious. The others don't though. She can see irritation rippling through the commuters in a wave. Your turn. 🧿

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 21/07/2025

4♠️ - A crossing place - Crowded They're on the inbound subway in the morning. Many souls, separate but together as they're ferried into the beating heart of the City. She has her head up while the rest turn inwards. She's looking for the ones on the margins. 2/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 21/07/2025

🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery I've drawn the 10 of ❤️ -- someone wise and experienced, with wisdom to share. This is a City. She's an organizer, an activist, practiced in the subtle magics of one-to-one community building, but fated to go unheard in a crowd. Shall we begin? 1/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 21/07/2025

🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery @wederrakeep.bsky.social -- What genre of story is this? Where and when is it set? Is there magic here? For simplicity's sake, I'm drawn to modern urban fantasy. 🧿

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Re-roll 14: 6, 16, 16, 16, 16) Beyond the veil of sorcerous consumption, I see the turning of the great wheel. 💠

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Re-roll 3: 14, 16, 16, 16, 16) As my sight dims - as its sight dims - as I merge into myself - as I merge into Material, Aether, and Void, not knowing what comes next - I think of the other. My Twin, the one taken by a God of my creation. "I'm sorry," is all I can manage. 13/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Re-roll 20: 3, 16, 16, 16, 16) The shadow-thing -- it doesn't strike to punish my sorcerous hubris. It embraces me. I embrace myself. So long in captivity, so long in solitude, the gentle touch lands with the force of a tidal wave. I dissolve into it as a raindrop dissolves into the ocean. 12/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Re-roll 8: 20, 16, 16, 16, 16) The shadow-thing, the shadow me ... is it the shadow or am I? The closer I look, the more defined its form, the less my own integrity holds. 11/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Re-roll 6: 8, 16, 16, 16, 16) With the spell spiraling out of my control, the binding is undone and sacrificed. The pact is broken. I am not awake, but I am held no longer. 10/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Re-roll 6: 6, 16, 16, 16, 16) I hesitate, so close to success at last, because I can hear myself calling to myself. Not a doppelgänger this time, not a mirror version, but the one who is deep in Dreamspace. "Let me out," I say. "This isn't what I wanted." I agreed to this. A pact was made. 9/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Re-roll 2: 6, 16, 16, 16, 16) The shadow-thing that knocks the reliquaries from their resting places ... it's me. It's the me that I won't face. 8/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Adjust: 2, 16, 16, 16, 16) I struggle to forget my memory of joy. Of light, renewal, creation, and laughter. These memories, they should hold no power against rage, weariness, and despair. Now I find myself drawn to memories of kindness. How could something so soft break down a wall so strong? 7/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Adjust: 2, 15, 16, 16, 16) The bargain I made was with the other. The God of Order and Sovereignty. The All-Seeing Eye, the Thing of Domination and Control, whose name I refuse to speak. It helped me break through, but it was never an ally. It disappeared to pursue its own ends. 6/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Adjust: 2, 15, 15, 16, 16) The doom I foresee when I look into the flames isn't apocalypse, but sustenance. The pathetic mewling of creatures too weak and enamored of themselves to let go, continuing on and on, endlessly into a void made not of nothing, but of static. Meaningless noise. 5/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Adjust: 2, 15, 15, 16, 17) I cast the Book of Shadows I've been writing along the journey into the basin. A recording of the potent magicks of the sanctum I created for myself among the wreckage. A ledger of the power of place. If everything is finally over, places of power won't matter. 4/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

(Re-roll all: 2, 14, 15, 16, 17) My greatest weakness? My impatience. To be impatient while waiting without recourse, caged alone in the dark, is to be trapped with oneself in a state that is wretched and miserable. Though I told myself that I was strong, I had no choice in the matter. 3/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

My goal is altruistic, of course. The cycle has gone on too long without coming to a close. The life here ... it's depleted, exhausted. Pathetic. Dragging on with no meaning or purpose. There is purpose in the closing of a book. Stories are meant to end. (First roll: 2, 4, 6, 10, 16) 2/

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Oops, All Witches @dancingstickman.com · 20/07/2025

🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: When she makes her way into his sanctum - quietly, through a weak point in the wards - she moves quickly. He hasn’t caught her out, but she doesn’t have time for anything beyond maximum impact. :: It’s time for the ending. Of everything. She casts. :: (5d20) 1/

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