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A Furious Goose

@derlakernlins.bsky.social
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- editing an urban fantasy book about slutty dragons - GM for @livefromtheapocalypse - random fiber arts - parenting.txt - ruck ruck ruck ruck - permacultist - i block for AI

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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 01/02/2026
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Clara Weaver @claraweaverwrites.bsky.social · 27/01/2026
...precious few storms for a novel thats a direct rip off of a Powered By The Apocalypse game, but here's Thomas engaging with the community #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
“I’m here to talk to Thomas Owens, is that you?” The figure stepped into view. Skinny, nervous, with a big head that made him look like a dandelion about to blow. He wore motorcycle leathers and there was a knife tucked into his boot, but he had the air of a true geek. He could be a fae lord, Thomas supposed, but fae glamors were subtle as a hammer once you knew what to look for. They wouldn’t be a geek with cystic acne scars.
Still the power was there. Even the mundane bar regulars could feel it. They leaned semi-consciously away from him, huddling over their drinks as if waiting for a storm to pass.
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Clara Weaver @claraweaverwrites.bsky.social · 23/01/2026
Kimmy uncovers the fact that the supernatural government has been bought and paid for in the most Kimmy way possible, and we love tha-wait no we hate regulatory capture this is bad in a lot of bad ways! #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
“So he gets a little juiced up and starts talking about all the opportunities for a lovely young girl like me and I do the move where I lean over the table and let him see down my shirt and he falls for it fully. Like a goddamn teenager. I think I know why his marriage is falling apart, by the way.”
Niamh shook her head. “Kimmy, you are a walking advertisement for infidelity.”
“Aww, thanks boss! Anyway, I start asking about all these great opportunities and he starts talking about how Yanis Brooks has a great tie with an old magic society in the harbor and how they’re transferring a ton of interns there now. Paid interns, too, so you know kids are killing for those spots.” Kimmy stared at the countertop. “Literally. Holy shit, Niamh, the number of financial ties between members of the Entente and the Pacific Institute are insane. The more I look into it, the more it looks like a Vigiles Draconi front. And the more I look at the Entente’s relationship with it, it looks like the Vigiles fucking owns the Entente.”
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Clara Weaver @claraweaverwrites.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
Last night I found myself standing in front of my gas stove holding a raw goose breast above the open flame to burn off the tiny remaining feathers and thought: "have I lost control over my life?" #hunting #cooking
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
#WIPSNIPs come from Clara now!
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 21/01/2026
HEY CHECK IT OUT I GOT AN AUTHOR PROFILE NOW SO I CAN DO REAL AUTHOR SHIT!
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 21/01/2026
Kimmy and Joey are the best. #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
Joey’s crew, meanwhile, was a flurry of activity. Unloading crates, opening crates, making horrified faces and retreating, gagging, from crates…
“Hey Seb,” Joey said. He had a black bandanna tied around his face and offered one to Sebastian. “You’re gonna wanna cover your nose. We got face masks but the boys opening up the boxes need ‘em. They shipped everything with durian and fertilizer. Ain’t no drug dog getting shit through that. Gotta be a hundred percent with you, it ain’t makin for speedy progress for my boys neither.” He jerked his head toward Kimmy, who gave Sebastian a tired little wave. “She says she can filter for it once she rests up or if one us wants to do a strip tease for her. I said I’d do it but my crew is being all shy so we’re waiting.”
“Boundaries are boundaries,” Kimmy said. “I respect it.”
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 20/01/2026
MACHINATIONS is The Dresden Files meets Severance. Dragons, witches and vampires fighting mind control and bureaucracy. Everyone thinks they're the good guy and most of them are wrong. #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 20/01/2026
Niamh gets trolled by her tarot deck #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
The cards were unhelpful. The High Priestess central, the ten of swords on the left, Judgment on the right, with Innocence above and Death below. “Yes, thank you,” Niamh said to the spread, crossly. “You have accurately described my problem of ‘being a dragon.’”
The next card she drew was an inverted Fool. She sighed and put the cards down. She loved her aspect, the divine Purpose that drove her collection and inspired her name. Prophecy was beautiful because it was open to interpretation, malleable, difficult to understand for both prophet and disciple. It was more art than science, and often more chicanery than truth. Which was a lot of fun, right up until her tools started sassing her.
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Phil Lewis @phillewis.bsky.social · 19/01/2026
Dr. Gladys West, the pioneering mathematician whose work laid the foundation for modern GPS technology, has died. She was 95.
thezebra.org
Dr. Gladys West, Mathematician Whose Work Made GPS Possible, Dies at 95
ALEXANDRIA, VA — Dr. Gladys West, the pioneering mathematician whose work laid the foundation for modern GPS technology, has died. She passed away
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 19/01/2026
For my birthday my husband gave me three hours to sit at a bar and write a couple thousand words of the climactic battle of this sprawling urban fantasy mess. Im so close to being done, yall. Then its time for part 2.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 19/01/2026
If you're not reading TWWF you're missing out. Its got disaster gays, furious possessing spirits, political intrigue, and enough Yearning to awaken its own henotic windskip! Read it! Do it now! #booksky #amreading
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 19/01/2026
Oh come on Charlie dont be whiny, they tied your hands in front and put a blanket down jn the trunk before they threw you in it this is luxury travel by Owens standards #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
But most workshops didn’t have a concrete floor that sloped ever so slightly toward a drain in the center. Most hobbyists had fewer long, sharp knives, and almost certainly didn’t keep them next to quite such a broad collection of antique medical equipment. And there were certainly  not very many other sheds that had an old dentist’s chair with horrible stains that were not concealed by the drape of plastic sheeting across the back bolted to the floor.
“I’m not fucking sitting on that,” Charlie said when the door was shut and the shop light was turned on. 
Riley snorted. “I put a tarp on it for you and everything.”
“Not comforting, given the context.” Charlie held up his wrists, displaying the zip ties. “These aren’t necessary either.”
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Dylan @djmalenfant.bsky.social · 18/01/2026
That's how you turn an AI-generated image into art.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 18/01/2026
Being a dyslexic, homeschooled transdude in a murder cult hasn't left Riley with a ton of options to be a different guy, and that's tragic. There's some coffee shop AU where he gets to be happy, but alas... #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
“Charlie left! Charlie betrayed us! He betrayed you, Finn, just now, specifically! Why are you so hell-bent on protecting a traitor?!”
	Finn snarled. “That’s my fucking brother you’re talking about you son of a bitch!” Then he started throwing punches.
	Jackson hit the dirt and went for a grapple. Finn wriggled out of his grip and socked him in the gut. Jackson kneed Finn in the jaw and tried to scramble to his feet, but Finn kicked his injured ankle and knocked him flat again. 
	The remaining Owens brothers watched them scrap, arms folded. Finally, Riley sighed and turned to Thomas. “He’s not gonna wrap my eye, is he?”
	“Doesn’t look like it.”
	Riley let out an aggrieved sigh. “Fine. I’m going to bed then.”
	“You don’t wanna weigh in on who leads the clan?”
	Riley laughed, derisively. “Why should I? I’m the dummy, remember?” He shook his head. “I don’t know if it’s cause I was born a girl or if it’s cause I’m a disappointment in some other way, but nobody’s ever thought about me in the lead. Charlie got more leadership training than I ever did. So nah, fuck it. Lemme know if they kill each other, I guess.”
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 17/01/2026
You may not like it but this is what peak Derla performance looks like
A woman wearing a multicolored ski coat and a white and tan alpaca fur hat stands over a fire in a silver solo stove. There are green cedar trees behind her and snow is falling
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 17/01/2026
Penny refuses to be afraid of Thomas, but that doesnt mean he *won't* kill her. #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
Penny raised a chilly eyebrow. “If there’s no hope of me surviving, there’s no reason for me to cooperate.”
        He shrugged and crouched down next to her. Penny refused to flinch when his knee touched her arm. “There’s the promise that the pain will end,” he said softly. “That’s historically worked well for my family.”
        “If you think I don’t have precautions against capture and torture in place, you’re an idiot. And anyway. You owe me.” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “You owe me, Loss.”
          His eyes flashed gold when she said his name. He reached for her. Penny inhaled sharply and tried to summon some scrap of magical ability, but she was spent. Her gun was on the ground next to her. She might as well have left it at home.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 16/01/2026
Listen. LISTEN. If you like hurt/comfort, bisexual panic, daddy issues, and confronting the inevitability of death (but like, in a sexy way) then FUKKIN GET READY FOR HELLBOUND art by @polinagipp.bsky.social and words by @stephwrites.bsky.social #Hellbound #booksky #writingcommunity
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 16/01/2026
Riley is my favorite Owens brother to write because he's fully bought-in to the family mission #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
	Riley was the shortest of the Owens brothers, aftermarket testosterone not quite being up to the challenge of giving a man the growth spurts of his brothers. In appearance, Riley was a little clone of their father: square jaw, full lips, proud blue eyes, and a capacity for relentless violence that would be pretty impressive if if had been attached to someone with a brain.
   	But you do domestic terrorism with the dipshits you have, not the dipshits you want.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 15/01/2026
Me: i should take it easy on myself this year, enjoy some chill vibes Also me: hmmm if i havent completed a 50 mile ruck before i turn 40 i am less valuable as a human
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 15/01/2026
Penny Merritt knows not to interrupt an enemy while he's busy shooting himself in the foot #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting #writingprompts
Julian Chase was a petty tyrant, everyone knew it. Those in power might prop up petty tyrants because it enabled them to be lenient and beneficent in comparison. But that relied on those tyrants remaining useful. They had to not fuck up.
            And Chase had been fucking up. Penny was a better lab manager. Her research was not as polished, but by the time she was his age she’d surpass him exponentially. People wanted to work for her and nobody wanted to work for Chase. And now, when he’d fucked up in such an undeniable, massive way in front of the entire Vigiles Draconi in Concord… he tried to pin it on the more popular member.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 14/01/2026
John's just being neighborly! #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writesky #booksky #amwriting #romantasy
His tongue touched her clit like lightning touching a cliff face. Penny crumbled. She melted. She flowed like current. She stroked his hair with one hand, squeezing her own breast with the other. This was bliss. She rolled her body into him, freed from sight or thought or anything but raw, sexual panting. The sensations mounted, the bright heat built inside her pelvis, spreading tendrils of shuddering pleasure throughout her body.
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Keifer @dannyvegito.bsky.social · 12/01/2026
living in a world where the only two jobs are “gambling” and “murder” isn’t nearly as cool as Cowboy Bebop made it out to be
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 12/01/2026
No tentacles, just Gary. #WIPSNIPS #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting
Gary flexed its wet, horrible fingers. “I can help you, yes.” A sticky, reeking limb reached towards her, touching the inner edge of the circle. Its magic passed through the binding with disconcerting ease, though in this case it was beneficial. Penny felt the subliminal tightness behind her neck relax as the fog that still clouded her mind lifted.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 11/01/2026
Conditional immortality introduces you to some strange people over the centuries. #WIPSnips #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting
“I’m not summoning a demon.” Niamh handed Harker Alternatives to Philosophy, indicating the page marked with a Chinese takeout menu. 
Harker looked at the spell, frowning and muttering to himself. “Huh. Don’t recognize that name. And the binding architecture is… hmm.” His eyebrows furrowed, then climbed toward his hairline as realization dawned. He stared at the page, then up at Niamh.
“Jesus Christ, Niamh, why does a death guide owe you a favor?!”
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 10/01/2026
Theyre all on the 7th floor balcony judging me for the slut outfit im wearing to the rave tonight
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 10/01/2026
Thoma reflects on income inequality between dragons. #WIPSnips #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting
Thomas stood in the lobby, industrially chilled air blasting through his army surplus coat, staring at the elevator as it dinged down, floor by floor. He put his hands in his pockets. Took them out. Clenched his fists. This was stupid. Armaments hated him. Prophecy ignored him until it was convenient. Why was he going to meet them? They should be coming to him, the assholes.
	The little vial of dragon blood in his pocket forced him into the elevator and up, up, up to the penthouse level, where Armaments apparently owned half the fucking roof. Wasn’t that just the cherry on the sundae, that a boring-ass bitch like Armaments lived in style while fine, upstanding dragons like Thomas lived in converted fifth-wheel campers.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 10/01/2026
TOMORROW AT 1130 SEDUCE YOUR FRIENDS COWARDS
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 09/01/2026
Day 1 of MAGFEST survived let's go #magfest2026
An upright spinning wheel on a 7th floor atrium balcony in the gaylord natjk al harbor overlooking a Final Fantasy photoshoot and the staff balconiesA completely washed out shot of the Protomen from the cloud. The image is almost entirely pink, you can just barely see the band and tbe Big Drum. Is that Kilroy in the lower right? Who knows. Vibes only.An audience image of MAGFEST's main stage with three images of Triforce Quartet's logo, which is a hyrulian crest with a violin superimposed upon it. The image is very blue and pretty far back from the stage because i didnt wanna fight people for the string quartet the way i was willing to fight for Protomen
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 09/01/2026
An NDA that prevents you from talking about your work is fine, an NDA that prevents you from bitching about your boss over brunch cocktails is a true evil. #WIPSnips #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting
“Work has been… interesting. There’s some interdepartmental drama happening, and my boss is the actual worst human being alive, but other than that it’s pretty great.”
That sentence was just about the blandest thing she could say about her job, and it still somehow resulted in a jab of pain when she started shit-talking Dr. Chase. It wasn’t that intense, though. It felt more like a warning shot. A reminder to avoid certain topics.
If Abe noticed her flinch, he didn’t say anything. “What’s the drama? Anything juicy?”
“Oh, Jesus, strap in,” Penny leaned forward, her elbows on the table. Abe mirrored her. “So, it all started when Sarah, that’s the one with the hair, started ‘borrowing’ reagents from our lab.”
“That bitch,” Abe said.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 07/01/2026
COME TO MY PANEL NERDS ILL TELL YOU WHY YOU SHOULD SEDUCE YOUR FRIENDS IN RP
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 07/01/2026
Hello #magfest20x6 lets fuckin go
White woman with glasses, tattoos, and  pink hair stands on a balcony on the 8th floor overlooking the Gaylord National Harbor Atrium
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 07/01/2026
Oh my god imagine if Serena had just been doing narcotics trafficking how embarrassing would that be for everyone like lmao soooo tacky #WIPSnips #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting
“White brick is cocaine, yellow one’s heroin,” Joey said matter of factly.
Sebastian eyed the drugs. “Surely that’s not all there is,” he said. Smuggling mortal drugs through the port wasn’t the kind of damning evidence against Serena that he needed. That was practically what running the ports was for. 
Joey shook his head, looking as grim as Sebastian had ever seen him. “Nah. Got a couple crates of guns and ammo. And some others with black lockboxes that I reckon got the magic drugs in em.” He rubbed the back of his neck, squinting into the distance. “I want Niamh to look ‘em over before we crack the seals. Kimmy agrees with me. They don’t feel right.”
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 06/01/2026
Wood duck hens have great eyeliner
A wood duck hen on an icy river
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 06/01/2026
It'd be real cool if reincarnation always gave you a perfectly compatible body but fun fact it sure doesn't #WIPSnips #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting
John glanced at her. “You should get out more, Niamh. it isn’t good for you to just mope about waiting for Music to show up.”
	Niamh eyed him as he drove. He looked genuinely concerned, which was just so very like him. As soon as he had something nice he wanted everyone else to have nice things too. It was endearing, provided that you actually wanted the same things he wanted. 
	“I know. Ordinarily I would. But this body,” she gestured at herself. “This body just doesn’t seem to have the interest.” 
	John gave a sympathetic wince. "Unfortunate. It’s such a shame when these bodies don’t do what we want."
	"I’ll take low libido over a great deal of other maladies," Niamh said. “If I have the very good fortune to meet Music and Companionship in this lifetime… it can’t be harder than dealing with being a different gender than is deemed proper or being vastly different ages or one or both of us already being married to someone else. We’ll figure it out.”
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 06/01/2026
I picked up a bottle of shampoo wrong in the shower and threw my back and knee out. I didnt fall, just sort of went "hrrrng!!" And slowly collapsed to the floor. Very elegant. Very dignified.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 05/01/2026
Packing for MAGfest like im trying to stock an entire bar and restaurant despite only having half a suitcase in which to put stuff
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 05/01/2026
Well maybe just dont get shot ever think of that Niamh?! #WIPSnips #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting
“I’m sorry,” he said. He handed her a pair of huge, plasticky earmuffs. “You’re right. I’m being crappy. You want the first shot?”
	Niamh’s arm ached already, she wasn’t sure shooting was the best idea. “Nah, you go ahead.” 
	She was right, as it turned out. Her groupings weren’t bad, she just couldn’t hold the gun up properly with her injured arm and kept flinching in anticipation of the pain of recoil. 
	“I could have prevented this,” John said as she put down the gun shaking with frustration and pain. “I’m sorry, I should have gone with you.”
	“I don’t think you could have,” Niamh said, sighing and taking a seat at the table. She lifted a hand to remove the earmuffs but thought better of it. John would probably want to keep shooting. “The benefit of being Prophecy is that at least I get the opportunity to choose how I’m going to get shot.”
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Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 03/01/2026
How about a promo day? If you're a non-American author that has been in any way affected by American imperialism please share your work and how best to support you under this thread. ❤️ #WritingPrompt
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 03/01/2026
You think it can't possibly get stupider AND THEN!
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 03/01/2026
The #WIPSnip in which we realize that the author watched Gundam Wing at a formative age. #WIPSnips #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #writesky #booksky #amwriting
She couldn’t think. She had to answer. “That dragon blood even exists is information only a few people have. That we have a source is known by under a dozen people, including myself,” Penny said, her voice measured and not at all calm. “I need to know. Where’s the leak?”
                	Thomas glanced at the gun in his hand, racked the slide, then looked back at her without holstering it. As threats went, it was inelegant and devastatingly effective. “I’m looking at her,” he said. “You’re the leak now, princess. You’re gonna tell me everything, then I’m gonna kill you.”
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 02/01/2026
Thomas starts it with a punch to the throat, Sebastian finishes it with a devastating personal attack that can be felt three generations later
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 02/01/2026
I HAVE A PHONE AGAIN. I CAN ONCE AGAIN INFLICT MYSELF UPON YOUR SKYLINES. DESPAIR, YE SKEETERS.
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 27/12/2025
The yarn itself looks very nice at least
Dark brown and tan yarn plied together stretched out on a niddy-noddy for processing
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 27/12/2025
Finally busting out my spinning wheel for the first time in nearly a year to discover that I 100% did not wash this alpaca fleece well enough. This is gonna be a dusty scarf.
Pale wooden Ashford kiwi spinning g wheel with thin, very dark brown alpaca yarn on the spindle. You can just barely see the spinners red christmas socks on the treadles
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Charlie Sloane is ❄️ Drafting ❄️ @charlie-sloane.bsky.social · 27/12/2025
A pause in scene where Ren the witch almost allows herself to be fully under Svad the demon's sway. Then she opts into just a *little* bit of mockery because gods forbid she fully submit. CW for Monstrous Creatures, Sexual Content, Bratty Behavior, Language. #smutcember #writesky
Excerpt from Dark Designs WIP (c) Charlie Sloane which reads-

"Sensitized to the point that every fresh twist of those *fucking tails* threatened to push her back over the edge, she was a panting mess under him, distantly aware of a small rivulet of saliva dribbling out of the corner of her mouth as she desperately tried to regain her senses. Her heart hammered in her chest, sweat now beaded against her skin, soaked with perspiration until it was impossible to know where the slick of her arousal began and ended. And his, she couldn’t smell anything except him - the distant sulfur now completely obscured by a thick warmth of sex, sweat and ozone - a storm threatening to break.

He had her - he could likely see it in that detached consideration - her half-drunk expression bleary eyed and struggling to muster the usual cunning gleam. If he asked then, she would have crawled to him and begged. Then it was gone, and a flicker of defiance rekindled in her soft brown eyes. Her trembling hands smoothed up his thighs, sliding from fur to feathers, gently plying each pinion with an appreciation that could only be considered reverent. She licked her lips and considered the whole of him balanced against her chest.

“That mouthful?” She echoed his words when he had dragged her out of the car with a smile on her lips, “It will fit."

She had no idea if it actually would, but gods was she willing to try."
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 23/12/2025
I have a writing group that ive shared some smut with (Sorry guys) and I have some friends who I share some more rough drafty stuff with. My parents never read my writing in general, even if I send it to them, so no worries there. Other family members would likely find it very cringe. #Smutcember
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A Furious Goose @derlakernlins.bsky.social · 22/12/2025
Theres a Regency era AU where Niamh and Sebastian are married as each others beards and throw sexy parties. Meanwhile Penny and Thomas are rival grimy monster hunters who claw their way up through society to infiltrate these parties and kill the demon that has been using them for evil #Smutcember
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Oleander Craw @oleandercraw.bsky.social · 22/12/2025
Chapter 9 of THE WARDS WILL FALL is up! A chapter a week releasing for free for my newsletter subscribers. Come read (or listen!) about a sad bi protag navigating a crisis of faith while becoming hopelessly entangled with an ancient entity. 👇 www.oleandercraw.com/the-wards-wi...
“You’re still here,” Maxwell sighed. He scrubbed his face in his hands and groaned. “When are you going to leave me alone?”

Ivan’s smiled widened. He flung himself down on the bed, head in his hands. His hair fell into his eyes, curling a touch at the ends, and his eyes were full of something almost vicious in their deep brown warmth. He spoke out of the corner of his mouth, drawing the words out to hang in the air between them. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

Yes. No. He wasn’t going to answer that. Not aloud at any rate. Admitting he wanted Ivan’s specter to hang around sounded like a road to further disaster. Ivan was dead and whatever Maxwell’s mind had conjured up in his place could only be damaging in the long run.
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Marine St. Jean @marinestjean.bsky.social · 22/12/2025
It's #MarketingMonday - the last one before Christmas! Thought I'd share this gem with you because, uh, know your audience, I guess. Get yours before it moves to KU on January 31st marinestjean.ca/remember-monsters
One star. The author is a misandristPat: I can bite men. They just taste like a skid markI don't hate men. I hate the idea that I have to like them because everyone else thinks they're so great.You're the one who said I hated men. I just said I had a reason. Yet, you've killed more of them in the last two days than I have in the last fifteen years.
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