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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @arachnereid.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

💫 LIGHT AFTER THE FALL💫 🎃 Coming Oct 20, 2026 🔥🌱 What GROWS from the ashes? 🌪️🌊 #climatefiction 🌲 #rewilding 🌬️ #mindfulness 🔮 #magic 🌊 #tarot GR: www.goodreads.com/book/show/25... SG: app.thestorygraph.com/books/eb07b0...

"Light After the Fall: an adventure in transcending the post-apocalypse" by Iza Krendl Titus
a river winds through a colorful landscape toward a colorful dusk sky with hopeful star
a tarot Fool figure holds a lantern on a cliff in foreground, symbolizing the tarot-themed journey in my debut novel

#ClimateFiction #clifi #indigenousfuturism #hopepunk #Portland #PDX #booksky #writingcommunity #writesky #ComingsSoon #bookrelease #debutnovel

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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @arachnereid.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

“Civilizations come and go, as our ancestors know... You are there now to gather seeds, to midwife The Great Transition. It is not a life to take personally.” 💫 Light After the Fall 💫 Coming October 20 🌱 🌪️ #Collapse #storm #seasonofthewitch #clifi #hopepunk climate fiction #elementalmagic

"There are always seeds left behind, even after the most destructive storm."

quotes & BW card by me from my novel 💫 LIGHT AFTER THE FALL ✨

Colorful card from "Sacred Earth Oracle" by Helena Nelson-Reed

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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @elizabethtitus.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

💫 Look for the light coming through the cracks of this crumbling empire 💫 🌪️🌊 #climatefiction 🌲 #rewilding 🌬️ #mindfulness 🔮 #magic 🌊 #tarot 🎃 Coming Oct 20, 2026 GR: www.goodreads.com/book/show/257008812-light-after-the-fall SG: app.thestorygraph.com/books/eb07b027-9ba5-471a-915d-ccd31838a01f

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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

This is from Between Two Winters. Oleksiy's wound healed overnight, which is very bad news. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Werewolves #ShapeShifters #Folklore #Horror

Oleksiy’s wound is gone, the blood- and plantain-stained bandage a grim lie.
A wound that needs no tending. I knew the truth in my heart, but seeing the evidence with my eyes cracks the fragile wall I’ve built between knowing and accepting.
He tries to lighten my misery. “You must wish pain upon me,” he says as Katya climbs into his lap. He leans close to her little face and whispers, “Your mother grieves the end of my suffering.”
Katya levies me with three-year-old outrage, but I can neither smile nor defend myself.

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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

October 5th – wall This prison break is going well! #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Well, as much as I would enjoy that,” the hooded figure replied. “I am afraid we are all out of time for today. I really do need to be going.”
“You aren’t going anywhere, little girl,” he snarled.
“I hate to break this to you, but that really isn’t up to you.” She shrugged. “And don’t call me ‘little girl.’”
As the mage raised his hand to strike, Av’ry suddenly groaned and clutched the sides of his head. Before Mikiva could ask what was wrong, the woman in black waved her hand, throwing the guard into the stone wall like a ragdoll. He slid to the floor, unconscious.
Mikiva’s jaw dropped. “What in the Void just happened?”
“She’s a mage!” Av’ry groaned. “How did I miss that?”
“More importantly, why did she wait so long to use it?”
As Mikiva spoke a loud, screeching wail arose from deep within the fort.
“That’s why,” Av’ry shouted over the deafening roar. “They have a Sensitive here. Any use of foreign magic and he sets off alarms all over the base. Every soldier and mage in the place will be here any moment. We’re screwed.”

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

This is the scene that I wrote aPB2 for, Ren's eyes begging Blake to give him an "unless" Blake's still feeling like he has the wrong emotions, & ghost Ren needs to feel loved to not fade away Also, Blake just finished a shower #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky From A Paranormal Bromance 2 👻💔

Black text, green background, "wall" highlighted pink

"I think there's a way to transfer me to Joy, but I want you to run it by Aggy before we try it."

"Wait. What?" I take a step back and find the WALL. If I didn't feel like I was hit by a truck before...

He turns without getting my permission, but I don't protest. His lip shakes as he says, "I thought about it all night. I know I'm a burden on you. You never asked for me, but then you were stuck with me. There was no choice. Even when you brought me back, I know it was impulsive. But now you've had time, and maybe you think..." He stops and shakes his head. "Joy has always wanted me. And I think... I think... Maybe... Maybe I'm falling in love with her."

I open my mouth to say something, but I don't know what. It doesn't come out, whatever it was.

"So, you should ask. I can't. It has to be you, okay?"

My throat is totally dry despite the humidity in the air when I say, "All right."

"Unless..." He looks at me with those big blue eyes, waiting for some answer I don't have. We stare at each other for several seconds, as if either of us will magically say the right thing that will make this not the logical answer.

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Amanda Bryana @amandabryana.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Piper gets some interesting news, and a little ego boost, while consulting Jim about the possibility of claiming his whole pack. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity *cut off alt text reads - but I’m here for the insight.’

‘Hey, Jim. Are you looking to be left alone?’
‘Not at all. Come and join me.’
‘Who’s winning?’
‘Conor. But Caleb won the last one. How are you now?’
‘All healed, but my ribs and pelvis still bitch me out if I do too much.’
‘Training going ok?’
‘I love it. And the boys I’m training with.’
‘Tank told me you’re considering taking them all.’
‘I thought he might have. Is he worried?’
‘Not especially. Your training has been the subject of several discussions over the last couple of months. Mostly because you’ve been a guinea pig for a lot of our new class content.’
‘Oh to be a fly on the wall. Or maybe not.’
‘Reports have been overwhelmingly positive. You might have enjoyed the one where Tank and Wolf informed us you’re the hardest working student they’ve ever had. Considering Steel and I were also their students, there was some indignation.’ He was laughing, but I felt weirdly guilty.
‘Did they backtrack?’
‘Nope. They did qualify that they’re better instructors now, and there’s more easily available reading material for you to study, but they stood by it.’
‘Wow. That’s incredible. In all honesty, I’ve never worked this hard on anything. I’ve found so much in it. I’ve found myself in it. And I’ve found five incredible men I can’t imagine not having in my life.’
‘You’re more set on it than considering it, aren’t you?’
‘I am. I’d value your opinion. You’re the only one with more than one sub.’
‘My situation is different. They’re married. They were together before me. But your prospects are a bonded group, so that might work in your favour. May I ask why all five?’
‘Of course. It’s simple. I can’t choose. They’re all amazing. I’ve fallen for all of them, and when I force myself to think about not having every one of them by my side, my throat closes up and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I can’t. It hurts too much.’
‘Good reason. You understand that if this works for you, you’ll never experience another moment of peace and quiet again in your life, right?’
‘I think so,

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Saoirse Ní Chiaragáin @miseryvulture.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

#WIPSnips

Men look at me more than a person might think. Usually as a curiosity. "How would that work?" their eyes seem to ask. They place me on an imagined scales, wonder if they've the strength to lift me from my chair, to throw me on a bed, or pin me against a wall. Some, I imagine, like the idea that I couldn't leave of my own accord, that I can't run away. I say this lest people get the wrong idea, lest they think Ronan was the first man to look my way, and I the tender thing who got caught up in the novelty of being desired.
I think Bernadette believed I was a virgin. I would catch her sometimes, looking at me if we happened to be watching a romantic film, or if a couple passed us on the street. She was registering a loss that wasn't mine. Had she only asked, had she spoken to me, she would know.

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AJ Pryor @thatvoidauthor.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

My characters hit walls with alarming regularity. From Rivals' Folly, coming October 27th #WIPSnips #writesky

The stims had worn off a while ago, and despite the early evening hour, Hannah was ready to crash. But she wasn’t so tired that she couldn’t enjoy the sight of Ed: barefoot, disheveled, wearing sweats, and sitting at a MedTable while Mac, their MedDoc, did something to his hand.
He turned to her, and she grinned widely. He didn’t need to say anything for her to know what he was thinking. She shouldn’t have known he was there. Except that she had a whole flock of not-so-little birdies reporting in to her, and, currently, telling her his every move.
The grin spread wider. He turned away with a disgusted snort.
“Not. One. Word.”
“Of course not. Why would I say anything about the fact that you have apparently managed to damage your hand, your only hand, I might add, while ostensibly doing nothing but sleeping.” She waited a beat, but he ignored her. “How did you manage that, anyway?”
Ed said nothing, but Mac looked up from the biomonitor, a familiar look of exasperation on his face.
“Hit a wall, if I had to guess. Cracked knuckles, three broken bones, and he collapsed his hand’s central bridge.”
Hannah glanced at Mac and rolled her eyes. “Of course he did. Because that’s a smart thing to do, especially when you only have one hand.”
Ed’s shoulders hunched.
Yeah, he knew it was stupid. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t twist the knife.
She crouched next to him and tilted her head in mock-sympathy, “So what did the poor wall do to you, baby?”
She could hear his teeth grinding. Thank fuck she hadn’t already gone to bed; after all the fucking worry he’d put them through, this was almost making up for it.
His eyes flicked to her and away, his lip twitching up in a sneer.
She stayed where she was. “Aw, come on, baby. Tell Hannah all about it.”
Something in him seemed to deflate. He sighed, and closed his eyes.
“Go away, Hannah.”

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Considering the plot is about exploding walls to release an imprisoned god, the word 'wall' features in it a lot! #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Encasing it all were the walls. Tall and grey, they clutched the city. Forcing the buildings and inhabitants into tiny spaces and distinct districts. Only one road could be seen as most of Dragaul was traversed through narrow alleys and rickety walkways. A broken nervous system that, somehow, hadn't collapsed. To think of the walls falling seemed ludicrous, but someone seemed determined to do so.

"Did the wizard make any dent in the wall after they…" Halla paused, not wanting to say exploded. "After they perished?"

Slate had been about to take a sip and then paused. Slate's small eyes regarded Halla in the same way her aunt apprised whether the runt in a litter would survive or not. It was moments like this that Halla wondered whether it would be best for Slate to send her back home. At least there all she had to worry about was making sure her cousins survived. "The walls will not fall." Slate replied solemnly and then took a long drink, her eyes never leaving Halla.

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Kim Findlay (she/her) @authorkimfindlay.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

We behaved on the subway, mostly. Wayne stood behind me, his hand on my back, occasionally dipping down to my ass. I took advantage of the movement of the cars to press back against him. Once we were up at street level, I pushed him against a wall and kissed him, not holding back anything. #wipsnips

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STEPHAN MICHAEL LOY @stephanloy.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

#WIPSnips The word is 'wall.' From 'Stormbreak,' Yesterday was fire; today is drowning rain. Mac aboard Flatbed, Stormbreak's ocean launch platform. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #AmWriting

$Gritting his teeth, his eyes down to squints, he pushed his way out of the chamber and grunted to pull the hatch closed behind him. It only took seconds – practice was both tiresome and a blessing – but by the time Mac dogged the hatch the storm had soaked him to the bone and his muscles ached from exertion. Water hammered the walls of the ship as if God's own power washer were directed against the harbor. Salt water leapt from the sea while fresh rain avalanched out of the sky. Thunder bellowed fractions of seconds behind million-candlepower strobes of lightning. The flashes made Mac see spots. The roars rattled against his guts. And this wasn't even the hurricane, just a sideswipe from the thing eating the Yucatan.$

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Barrows @barrows.itch.io · 05/10/2026

Shit hits the fan. #WIPSnips

It is not difficult to find within her the thing that calls. It has been pressing out against her skin ever since they entered these labyrinthine halls. Some part of herself has been holding it back, yielding nothing to its ever-starving maw, but now, with her back to the wall and nothing to lose, it feels like the easiest thing in the world to just…

…stop resisting for a moment.

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mk 🎃👻 @mkwritesfic.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

From CultWIP. Rowan returns late and empty-handed. Natalia waited up for him, but so did Father Silas. #WIPSnips #writingprompts #writingcommunity #writesky

“Is he angry?” he asked.

Natalia shifted uncomfortably, her gaze darting away and refusing to return. “He had to postpone the cleansing ceremony. A lot of people are angry. I heard Alec tell Mother and Father that he thinks you're fucking up Rekshimyr's awakening, and he thinks it's because they were too soft on you growing up. They were humiliated. They went back to their chambers, and I haven't seen them since.”

His parents were humiliated by him all the time, every single day that it was their son that lived and not their god, so he wasn't concerned about what they thought of him. “Father Silas…” he said. “Is he angry?”

Natalia chewed her bottom lip and suddenly found a loose string on her shirt very fascinating. “He's furious. Not the yelling, throwing things, smacking people around kind of furious. The calm and quiet furious, where you can't really tell he's mad unless you know him really well. I could see the vein pulsing in his temple though. It's the size of a damn worm.”

Rowan sighed and leaned back against the wall next to Natalia, folding his arms over his knees. “That's what I thought.”

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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @arachnereid.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

what will our future descendants think... #Collapse #WallStreet #WIPsnips

Niwa’s people were descended from bankers, farmers, engineers, teachers, grocery store clerks, gun shop owners, doctors, and food truck workers… unfathomable occupations to their descendents, who had never seen a market in real life, let alone a functional hospital, or Wall Street. She had always wondered about their lives, and saw glimpses in memory and archives.

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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #injury -> injured Drisal’s having an awesome time being an army medic. Cerel finds Drisal in his tent after a long shift. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

and scavenged linens than a pallet. Cerel swallowed back his pain, and shook off the feeling that he was intruding. "Why?" he demanded.

Drisal did not look up.

"Why?" Cerel demanded again. As his eyes adjusted, details came into focus. Rush was so still. Like a dead thing, the only sign of life his faint but labored breathing. His head rested on one upflung arm; his half-lidded, colorless eyes stared at nothing.
Absolute fatigue had carved Drisal's face into a mask of sharp shadows and deep caverns. He smelled of festering wounds and the blood of the INJURED, which
had stiffened in his hair and ripened upon him as if he had not washed in days, a dying thing himself.

Cerel's anger welled up, staving off his emotions and saving him again. "Because it's your duty? Because you owe them?"

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Something broke Damien's wrist, but Lilia's convinced it wasn't Nico's fault, no matter what her skeleton of a brother thinks. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Magic in Our Bones🦴🏈

Black text, green background, “injury“ highlighted pink

I sit inside the admin office with Nico and Azura, waiting to
talk to the vice principal about what happened with Damien. The chairs are hard and plastic, and I'm feeling every bit of them as a physical discomfort to match my mental state.

What the hell just happened?

Nico's staring at his hands, like they're going to give him answers. The fact is, there's no way Nico has the strength to do anything to Damien. Sure, his glamoured form is bigger than Damien's glamoured form, but he's literally skin and bones minus the skin. No matter what muscle tone Damien's faking to look the part of quarterback, he's actually working out with the guys, throwing that ball, no matter how ineptly.

Or at least he was. With a broken wrist, he's not going to be
working out with the team any time soon. The only good news is that the season's over, and he'll have plenty of time to recover before his senior year. Still, it's never good for a player to sustain this kind of INJURY. He was screaming at us about losing possibilities for college.

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Amanda Bryana @amandabryana.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Piper's in his old room, injured and mildly surprised to be alive, but home. Desperate to find something in himself to like or respect, he's asked Tank to teach him to Dom, in and out of the dungeon. Tank has questions, but he knows this is Piper's rock bottom. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

‘You think you’re up to the responsibility? Lifestyle Dom is a lot sometimes.’

‘What do I need to consider that you think I might not have?’ I needed Tank to know I was serious and paying attention.

‘Ok, I’ll use me as an example. Everything Benji needs is my responsibility. All the time. In a dynamic where he’s likely to put my needs before his own, it’s up to me to make sure he’s mentally, physically, and emotionally healthy. In the dungeon, that means safety as well. What happens if your sub gets ill? What happens if you get ill and can’t release them from bindings? Subs don’t always call red when they should, even experienced ones. You have to be able to make that call before there’s an injury. At the same time, you have to make sure they know they’re your number one priority at all times, and they always feel loved, cherished, and valued.’

‘You’re right, that is a lot. And there’s some stuff I hadn’t specifically considered in detail. Is it weird that it makes me want it more? This feels like the right move.’ It felt like the kind of purpose I had definitely never had before.

‘Ok. It’ll be a few weeks before you can do any actual training. I’ll give you some stuff to read. Your timing is pretty good as it goes. We’ve all been writing new classes and talks, but there are books and websites as well. We’ll talk about it as you get through it. If you show commitment there, I’ll find some subs who are willing to train with you.’

‘I’ll prove myself, Dad.’

I’d never said that out loud and it felt alien on my tongue, but it was the respect he deserved. That man raised me more than the slaoiste whose genes I carried, and he was the role model to whom I turned now I was completely lost.

Tank just smiled. ‘I believe in you. Never stopped. Never will.’

He stood up, looked briefly unsure of how to end the conversation, ruffled my hair, and left.

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AJ Pryor @thatvoidauthor.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

While a relatively minor injury, this lets Ed show his tender side. Mostly. #WIPSnips #Writingprompts #writesky

Ed’s teeth clenched involuntarily. He closed his eyes and held up his hand. “And you’re mad at me?”
Hannah hit the punch bag again. “I’m mad at the situation, Ed. I’m mad that Maven knows so much. I’m mad that Jonesy’s not the leak because I don’t know if Maven got her intel from SID, or Grandma Az, or if we have a mole. I’m mad that she looks at you like she has a right to you. I’m mad I can’t feed anyone to the lizards. I’m just,” she hit the bag, “fucking,” another smash, “mad!”
He’d opened his eyes halfway through her rant, and saw her wince on the final hit.
“You split your knuckles, didn’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
He shook his head, walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a MedKit.
“Come here.”
When she didn’t move, he rolled his eyes and walked over to her. Tucked the MedKit under his stump and held out his hand.
“Let’s see it.”
“I’m fine.”
“Sure you are, princess.”
He was still holding his hand out. She sneered at him, but put her fingers in his.
Oh yeah, that was a lot of missing skin.
“Come on, I need to be sitting for this.” He tugged her, gently, towards the bench.
She was still radiating irritation when she sat next to him. He ignored it and put her hand on his leg while he opened the MedKit, while he painted wound sealant on her raw knuckles.
She hissed through her teeth as it started to work. He lifted her hand and blew on it, cooling the wound; she gave him a bemused stare, but didn’t say anything.
It occurred to him he’d been holding her hand for too long. He released it and nodded, sharply.
“Right. So you heard everything, then?”

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

From: ‘Soulstice’ Prompt: ‘Injury’ #WiPSnips

“Yes, alright! I know!” Looking irritated, Logarr wheeled on the spot and moved toward the footprints as though that was what he intended all along. “You can’t rush these things, you know.”

“Yes, we can.” Albort leaned forward in anticipation, and a little glee at Logarr’s imminent embarrassment. “Get a shift on. The world’s about to end.”

With a scowl at Albort, Logarr circled the footprints. He tilted his head and made another ‘hmm’ sound. He placed his fists on his hips and clicked his tongue. After a little longer, he hitched up his now right-way-round robes and crouched beside the footprints before reaching down, touching the dirt and lifting his finger back up to dab it against his tongue, whereupon he started hacking, retching and spitting to the side. He held his hand above one of the footprints, spreading his fingers.

“Well, of course this would be far easier if I had my copy of ‘Tantamount’s Treatise on Tracking Techniques’. Wonderful book, and you really should see the illustrations. They’re really quite magnificent and …” He made another scowl as Albort made a very loud, elaborate, yawn, which, after a while, Cautious copied, causing Albort to stop and scowl at Cautious. “Alright! Well, obviously, they went this way. No droppings, so I can’t tell what they’ve been eating. There’s a decided limp on one of the footfalls, and, on another, a definite shuffling of the right foot. Which leads me to deduce that we are, in fact, following a dwarf with an old wartime injury, accompanied by a put-upon waiter of Pastan descent, and a giraffe. And they clearly hopped, tied together… that way.”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 01/10/2026

#injury from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Uh-oh, spoilers! Marcus has been wounded, and Talyn checks in on him through their mental-digital connection. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

[May I speak with you like this?] Her voice, echoing in his mind, was clear and confident. [The chill is making it difficult to expel my voice in a meaningful manner.]
[Of course,] he replied digitally. [It’s no problem at all.] After all, his throat was still a little dry. Speaking with his mind conveniently ignored the aches of his body.
[Thank you. Are you well, Marcus? Your arm injury looks quite severe.]
[It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. And besides, a visitor from the future told me I’m getting a new one fairly soon.]
Since Pyrrha had revealed to him that he would be receiving a comfortable prosthetic in the near future, Marcus had found that the ache in his stump had subsided considerably. As if his body knew there was a time limit on his suffering.
[Robot claw.]
[I am sorry?]
[O-Oh, did I think that out loud?] asked Marcus sheepishly. [It’s nothing, Talyn.]

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Kim Findlay (she/her) @authorkimfindlay.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Why the hell didn’t I figure this out earlier? “And your knee injury? Totally unfair. That was a bogus hit and should never have happened.” Another pause and I wondered if I’d put my foot in it. My knees were still working fine, but that didn’t keep me from being a healthy scratch. #wipsnips

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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Not all wounds are visible… 🎪🖤✨ Subbing “wound” for “injury” 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 16, Ætheren POV:

“Isyra,” Ætheren said. “What can I do?”
“Not much now,” she said. “I put a salve on his wounds. He needs to rest and heal.”
Ætheren would have died tonight if not for Grak and his friends. He felt utterly defenseless, a stark contrast to his capable companions. They had all been so powerful, and he had been nothing more than a liability. He did not know how to fight like Isyra. And he didn’t have any powers like the rest of them.
His hand travelled to the collar at his throat. Not power—a moonless curse and nothing more.

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Dan Sato @tellthestory.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

1902. #FrankMatsura slips on a wet floor in the kitchen of the Seattle hotel where he washes dishes. #WIPsnips #injury Brief #8, about Okanogan, the town he settles in goes out to subscribers today, along with Part II of the prequel short story. www.dansato.com

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Fox Veros, Novelist @verosthewriter.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#WIPSnips This CoJ snippet is SFW, but not by much. Flo is too strong to have sex without killing her partner, but Paul's telekinesis can keep it in check. Now a longtime friend has asked for Flo's attention, too, leading to questions about monogamy. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Paul,” she whispered, her eyes shining with unspilled tears. “Would you … be okay with that? I-I really, really like you, I really do, but remember when I said I wanted to be close to the people I care about? I care about Inez, too, and … and a lot of people, but … would you please be okay with this?”
He took both her hands in his and smiled at her. “Flo, I’d never want to keep you just for myself. You’re too wonderful for that, and so is everyone you’d want to be with.”
She gave a halting gasp, disbelieving happiness filling her face like the sun pouring into a darkened valley. “Really? And … and you’d help me not kill her?”
“And anything else I can do for you both to be happy.”
“Thank you so much!” She threw her arms around him and kissed him, hard enough that his telekinesis saved him from at least one serious injury.

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roz is here & not here 🪄🌹🦇🫧 | Rozlai Eyler @starbuds-and-roses.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

cw: sexually suggestive I had a horribly absurd day at work, have a bit of some vampire au smut this fangs in the thigh thursday 🩸✨ #WIPSnips #WriteSky

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Teeth buried in that soft skin, Bazyli sighed. Jaw relaxing; fighting going limp as Cecyl tugged on his hair /just so/, creating that perfect sting; thoughts a muddled mess, the sweetness flooding him with a warmth he had only ever felt in life as Cecyl's arousal bled into and intensified his own; the sound of Cecyl's racing heartbeat and the faint /thrum/
of it against his cheek a soothing metronome, /so close/.

Only once Cecyl's grip slowly loosened, his concentration lost to the nails scraping down the inside of his other thigh, Bazyli managed to free his teeth. Cecyl opened his eyes, nearly pouting, but didn't protest while Bazyli brushed his tongue over the wounds, savoring the remaining blood until no more pooled out.

"Here." Cecyl pulled him forward and Bazyli crawled over top him. Smiling, Cecyl held his face in his hands, skin warm and flushed, brown eyes so loving and fond, and pupils lust-blown, still fixed on him but no longer tiny pinpoints cornering in his desire. Cecyl gently

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Bethany Laurel @bethanylaurel.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Ragheiyont saw Seikhiel struggling back up from his knees. Van-Dal stood guard over him, facing the seething mass of shadows that pressed in upon them. Only burning, unblinking violet eyes might differentiate Lost Souls one from another, & they all gazed in a single direction. At Seikhiel. #WIPSnips

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Symon Pude 🫜 - Master Watch is out! @symon-pude.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

From 'Fusion Punk buddy cop' (working title) “I must admit it is still a conundrum to me as well as to why I found myself in this strange metropolis in my best tailored outfit.” She grabbed her head again. “Something about an invention, perhaps?” #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

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Mark Paleologopoulos @markpaleo.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

I’m sitting in a chair with my hands tied behind me. Various aches & pains lead me to believe my body wasn’t treated as fragile. Hints of mold & motor oil in the air aren’t blending well with the taste of the rag in my mouth. I do not want to find out what it’s like to vomit while gagged. #WIPSnips

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🌚Sam (SK Kelley)🌝 @skkelleywrites.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Rachel stared at me in confusion. “Why would Tamber ask you out? You’re not even gay.” “WELL—“ I cleared my throat and looked away sharply. “About that... I did kind of admit to being bicurious one time I ran into her crying in the hallway.” “Oh!” #WIPSnips from To Break A Curse

I took the deepest breath of my life. But I trusted Rachel to not judge me too
horribly. So I gave up trying to hide something so stupid.

"Tamber tried asking me to go to homecoming with her," I said. "Like...she waited for me outside of the student council room, holding a cringey sign and everything. In front of everyone in the student council. It was...humiliating, and I...wasn't very nice about it. I made fun of her. Humiliated her back. Hurt her feelings or whatever."

Rachel stared at me in confusion. "Why would Tamber ask you out? You're
not even gay."

"WELL—“ I cleared my throat and looked away sharply. "About that... I did kind of admit to being bicurious one time I ran into her crying in the hallway."

"Oh!"

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Erika Tracy @erikatracy.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity "well" The "it" in question is a moose. Hogarth has just had a brush with death himself. POV: an Elf scout who often follows him, or another hunter, to make sure nobody goes anywhere they shouldn't.

It had not moved, though it still snorted and thrashed weakly. The hunter halted, watching it with justified caution, leaving himself clear space to dodge. It saw him and tried to threaten him, but it was dying. Its head followed his motion as he circled to the side away from the river, then drew a second arrow. At such close range, a shot to the throat was not a great risk, and severed the major blood vessels of the neck cleanly. It was well done. The great beast no longer suffered.
But now what? Rahvixonar had followed from curiosity – what had the hunter planned to do with a kill that weighed easily five times what he did? The hunter pulled his arrows, using his knife to free them, checked them for damage, and washed them in the river before returning them to his quiver, just as an Elf might. Just as Rahvixonar had many times himself. He had never sought for himself a handful of the blood of his kill, though, and drunk it fresh from the throat. Peculiar. Disgusting.
The hunter took a coil of rope from his belt, made one end fast to a tree, and looped the other end around the moose’s neck. Then he pushed, and said something sibilant, and pushed again. Gradually he wrestled the enormous body to the river, then in, without falling in himself. The body floated south and east on the current, brought up short at the end of the rope. The hunter nodded, He then performed some magic trick that undid the rope at the tree and began to walk downstream, braced against the tug of the current. In a few miles he would be back to his people, likely tired, likely not nearly as tired as he would have been from trying to drag or carry a heavy animal taller at the shoulder than he.

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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

This one is from All the King's Dead. Aneira and Rhodri are about to meet the Lich, and the guards they brought along "just in case" are proving to be not super brave. #WIPSnips #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Fantasy #SFF #FantasySky

Cecil swept from the room, leaving them alone in the Lich’s study with two guards who were sweating like whipped horses and another one who was pale as unbaked meringue.
“Why did we bring them?” Aneira said from the corner of her mouth.
Rhodri responded with a spare shake of his head that said, “Quiet,” but before Aneira could feel the full breadth of the admonishment, heavy footsteps sounded in the doorway Cecil had just disappeared through.
The newcomer was four steps into the room before he noticed he wasn’t alone. He stopped walking, red-rimmed eyes drifting from one face to the next, landing on no one in particular.
“And where is Cecil?” he asked in a tired voice.

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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Kenneth has had a liiittle too much to drink. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire

His own guffaw caught him off-guard, and he wound up snorting some of the wine out of his nose. Oh dear. Perhaps it was time to desist if he was that far gone. He stood and stumbled to a compact wooden desk by the cabin window to replace the bottle. The room did not stop swaying when the hammock did.

“Throw up in here and you’re a dead man,” Jo grumbled. Suddenly she scrambled backward, flapping at something with her shoe. “Oh, get away!”

A well-fed mouse, roughly the shape of a tennis ball, had scampered onto the blanket and was busy cramming its spacious cheeks with the crumbs from their sandwiches. She threw a potato at it, which missed and struck Kenneth on the ankle, nearly causing him to topple in his inebriated state. The mouse scampered to a hole near the foot of the bed, its rounded bottom almost getting stuck. Catching the creature didn’t seem like it would be a difficult task.

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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

September 30th – guard Conveniently, this picks up pretty much where yesterday left off! They probably should have just left the barefoot and hooded woman alone… #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Don’t be stupid.” Se’ul rolled his eyes. “We need to go.”
M’iol sighed. “Very well. You’re no fun, you know that?” Turning back to the girl one last time, he bent down and looked into her eyes. “Still, it’s a shame. Pretty thing like this, just going to rot in that tower for the rest of her life.”
At that, the woman leaned forward, ever so slightly, so that her lips touched his.
The guard seemed pleasantly surprised for a moment, returning the kiss willingly, but then it turned into something else. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him fast as he began to struggle, trying to pull away.
T’orrin watched, too stunned to even react, as the man’s struggle weakened and finally stopped. M’iol slumped against her, and she stepped back, letting him fall to the floor.
Se’ul shook himself and took a step towards the woman, drawing his blade. She turned and raised her hand, waving it almost dismissively. A flash of light arced between them, and the guard dropped to the ground.
She strolled over to the fallen man, pulled him up, and placed her mouth over his. This time, T’orrin didn’t mistake it for a kiss. It was closer to a bite, like she was consuming something, drawing it out of him.

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Trying to avoid his own guard, Sunny gets caught sneaking around Natura palace in the middle of the night by two others #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Summer’s Cruel Warmth, Winter’s Gentle Chill 🌞💂

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Fortunately, the threshold understands that I have no bad intentions and allows my entry. The two GUARDS at the entrance are shooting the breeze, but startle when I walk in. "Hi," I say my voice hushed, despite my sheepish grin. "Just me."

"Your Highness," says the one named Avalanche, their voice a cross between a question and a scolding. Natura uniforms, similar to Summer and Winter in material and cut, differ in a really handy way. They have higher collars, and each has a tag with their name and a symbol revealing their gender. I love it, taking the guesswork out of meeting new people. The GUARDS' protective jackets don't cover the tag, so I can see "Avalanche" and the viola tricolor on theirs. Their friend, Mittens, is trying not to smile as she says, "Go ahead, your Highness. We won't tell."

Only my secret mission has me saying "Thank you!" as quietly as I can. I know their gossip's about to be about me, and I wonder what adventures they're imagining up for me.

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Diane “It’s behind me, isn’t it” M. Johnson @caseyadamsstark.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

I’m reminded of the great Terry Pratchett with this #WIPSnips prompt, except my snip is nowhere near Pratchett-esque.

Then they arrived at the palenque gates. Conch shell horns bellowed. Signals were made, and guards pulled the gates open. Pedro paced through his stride with Smith by his side, then he caught sight of Esme stepping out from her garden in the distance. Pedro made the move to turn, to not face this dreaded responsibility, to walk away and to never look back. But Smith blocked him from behind.

Smith said nothing. Just a tilt of the head to coax Pedro’s resolve. Esmeralda was already closing in, demanding answers with her aggressive stride, until Pedro’s shoulders slumped. He shook his head, and she paused.

Esmeralda Le Francais closed her eyes. A deep breath. She met Smith at the center of the village plaza, chin up as he whispered details in her ear. The rest of the residents gathered, and Esmeralda ushered them to close in around her. "Our general claims victory," she shouted, and the community erupted with cheers.

She held her palms up to signal them to settle. Then, "Our captain is gone."

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Nicole R. @sainiku.northsky.social · 30/09/2026

#WIPSnips Lusana is 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 upset. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Lusana continued reading the file on her desk, ignoring my presence, while occasionally clicking her pen. There weren’t any chairs for me to sit in, so I just stood there, awkwardly waiting in silence. Eventually, she finished reading the document and signed her name at the bottom with a practiced, yet messy flick of her wrist.

“Seems like you’ve learned some patience. I can appreciate that.” Her eyes turned to a small pile of dark beige folders. “Here.” She took three off the top of the stack, and dropped them towards me.

“What are these?”

She set her pen down and glared at me, preemptively seeming disappointed. “Guard profiles. Pick one.”

A sudden jolt of regret caught me by surprise, followed by a repulsion to the mere existence of the items. “I refuse them all.”

She rolled her eyes and without a word, snatched the files from the table and carelessly tossed them into a trash bin behind her. Then, she just stared at me, as if waiting for me to speak.

But I knew better. I had seen that same look in my Aunt’s eyes before. Anything I said, even the simplest of pleasantries, would have set her off into a fury. So instead, I stayed silent.

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Amanda Bryana @amandabryana.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

It's a big deal for Kris to share what led him to move to the village below The Complex, but Zach is the first friend he's made and it feels important. This isn't a date. Just a friendly drink with a new younger friend. *Not* a date. Nope 😇 #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity *Alt text cut off - up here.’

‘Am I allowed to ask where you’re from?’
‘London. East end.’
‘Well, whatever brought you out this way, I’m grateful for it.’
‘Do you really want to know the story?’
‘Of course. But I’m not going to push if you don’t want to tell me. Your business.’
Real friendships were built on trust, and this community was where I planned to spend my future. I needed to start somewhere. Since I’d arrived, the only person I’d shared my story with was Doctor Kit.
‘I was with Grant for thirteen years. Collared for eleven. We split up when it turned out the reason I was never invited to his weekly poker game, was they were organising a warehouse robbery. I got clued in at three o’clock one morning, when several armed police officers ransacked my home.’
‘Oh my god! I’m so sorry.’
‘He was driving the van. They hit a security guard and didn’t stop, and the guy died. He’s doing twenty-five years. I felt like I needed a fresh start after that. The house was mine, left to me by my parents, and he had no claim to it. So I sold up and bought a cottage here.’
‘Can I give you a hug please?’
‘Yes.’
He was so tiny, but there was no sense of delicacy about him. He stretched himself up to be able to hold me, and rested his head against mine, just for a second.
My entire being reacted to him. Not a sexual thing, just the visceral reaction of being touch starved for so long. I had to force myself not to cling.
‘So, you don’t have any family around you? What about friends? Found family? A support network?’ No one had shown that level of genuine concern in a long time either.
‘I have a couple of aging aunts and uncles in Kent, and a few cousins scattered around, but we’re not in regular contact. All my friends were Grant’s friends. He’d kind of made sure of that over the years. Half of them are serving time alongside him. The rest thought I should have stuck by him.’
‘I hear that, our friends were actually his friends.’
‘What’s your story then? I believe you said you torched your life before you ended

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AJ Pryor @thatvoidauthor.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Methinks she doth protest too much... From Rivals' Folly, my new rivals-to-lovers novel set on a lawless mercenary moon, coming to Amazon KU on October 27th. #WIPSnips

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Paul Hikari @paulhikari.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

With the first match in CoE comes the first fighter intro. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Introducing first! Fighting out of the blue corner! A gladiator, making his Children of the Earth debut. He stands one hundred seventy-five centimeters tall, weighing in at seventy kilos. Fighting out of Dongducheon, Korea! Presenting…”
On cue, a cloud of pixels swarmed my body and just as quickly vanished. Now, I was wearing my chosen gear: a brigandine vest with a red eagle emblem; a gray headband tied across my forehead; spiked gloves and metal-capped boots; bracers on my arms; shin guards; and a sheathed gladius at my hip.
The announcer then said my name: “Gil Dong ‘Hangul Pride’ Rhee!” and the audience cheered.

From "King of Blades", available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookshop, and more via Books2Read:
https://books2read.com/king-of-blades

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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @arachnereid.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

always towing that line between open & losing control #WIPsnips

Letting her guard down at all meant weakened boundaries. Pleasurable human contact was not worth any loss of personal power or control.

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Diana Phan 💋🌺🏳️‍🌈 @phanversace.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

"Fresh alien corpses are #prime for scientists, the ashes are the #delays." Rob Roy let his team #observe. He held up a vial of glowing rocks. "And these are the ambers. Ambers are rare. Once an alien dies a natural death, their body breaks into these crystal pieces." #WIPSnips

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Indie Book Spotlight @bookspotlight.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

If you repost AI videos and have an AI book cover - WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?! Jesus. Just because I repost #WIPsnips and #AwesomeCharacters and #booksky A LOT doesn’t mean I won’t stop scrolling and fact check your cover. I am not an idiot and I send covers to artists ✨ all the time ✨ to verify AI.

Whatever dumbfuck told you I am a patient man is a dumbfuck.

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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Since I'm in Hadrian mode I'll regale everyone with another snip of Hadrian being an asshole. Here he is having a matter-of-fact talk with Dainn about Dainn's upcoming death. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SciFi #ScienceFiction #SFF

Hadrian stood up, stretching. “If it helps you make peace, Riven cried when I told her. Well, she more than cried. She screamed and threw things at me. A couple of them were things I liked, too.” He laughed. “She might think you’re Antony, otherwise I don’t know why she would fucking care so much.”
That didn’t help at all. The idea that Riven would grieve for him, the way she’d grieved for Antony … that made Dainn's whole body ache. “When?” he asked.
“I don’t know, two or three days? Why? You want to get your affairs in order? You don’t have any affairs.”
“It’s nice to know the date of one’s execution.”
Hadrian yawned. “I suppose.”

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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 🦹🏼😈

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[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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Amanda Bryana @amandabryana.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

I'm not sure this scene will end up in the book. The book might finish earlier. But it's a fun insight into Piper, courtesy of Wolf and Leo. They've just left Piper's first training session in the dungeon, where Wolf is involved in his training, and Leo has a question. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

‘Do you think he’s going to fuck Albie?’

‘I would imagine so.’

‘Does that mean you think he’ll claim him?’

‘Not necessarily. We have assumed he’ll fuck all of them, probably within the week.’

‘Why so sure?’

‘Well, it’s Piper. We’ve made it so the boys have to ask him, but he’s hot, and charming, and has a cute accent, so they probably will. Once he’s fucked one of them, which we can probably assume is happening now, either all the others will back off or it will turn into the hunger games.’

‘With you and Tank training him, I can’t see them backing off. Hot Doms who know what they’re doing aren’t as common as they should be.’

‘So, you do think Piper’s hot.’

‘He’s pretty to look at, and the accent is cute. I think he’d be a fun friend. He’s not my type though.’

‘Interesting. Why?’

‘Too aware of his own attractiveness, and he feels kind of chaotic.’

‘Thank you. Good boy.’

‘Are you worried he’ll try something with me? You’ve never warned anyone off before. I liked that a lot.’

‘I bet you did, brat. No. The warning was just routine. I could be wrong, but I believe even the old version of Piper wouldn’t have been stupid enough to cross me.’

‘I still like that you can be dangerous. I know you don’t like that, but it’s hot. I’m so safe.’

‘I’m not sure what to do with that, but you are definitely safe.’

Leo might think the potential for danger was hot, but I would do everything in my power to make sure he never got to see what I was actually capable of. In our youth, Tank and I had become involved in several situations I suspected would terrify my boy rather than turning him on. He was also correct about how safe he was, because I would never allow him near one of those situations.

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