iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

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@rikiwilchins.bsky.social 2026 Oct LGBTQnation Op-ed by activist/scholar Warren Blumenfeld notes how oppressed groups often strike out those closest and asks if pressure from the Right's war on trans is pushing us to attack one another and "eat our own" instead of focusing who's really at fault.

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The LGBTQ+ rights movement can only move forward if we learn to stop eating our own - LGBTQ Nation

Our internalized oppression is not our fault, but it's on us to take steps to reduce or even eliminate it.

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Taniel @taniel.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Voter registration deadlines are SUNDAY in Alaska, Rhode Island, South Carolina. And MONDAY in: Arizona, Arkansas Florida, Georgia, Indiana, Kentucky, Mississippi, Ohio, Tennessee, and *Texas*. If you live in these states, verify your registration now, literally.

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot @leguinbot.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Infinite are the arguments of mages.

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pmamtraveller.bsky.social @pmamtraveller.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

The moon, a few stars and the grim reaper. La lámpara maravillosa. 1916.

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All Watched Over By Machines of Drum and Bass @bartlebooth45.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

When the polycule hears there are boardgames at the function

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Magic Home Run @magichomerun.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

#warhammer40k As an honorary Word Bearer, honorary Son of Horus, honorary Night Lord, a VIP member of the Khorne Gym, a longtime viewer of Nurgle’s cooking shows, a premium Slaanesh Hub subscriber, and a yearly pass holder at the Tzeentch Library, drawing Guilliman is a real struggle. 😭

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Pip Wren @lollibeepop.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

A joyous fat bear week to all 🐻

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The Mouthy Renegade Writer @mouthyrenegade.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Don't wait until right before Election Day. Make sure you're covered ahead of time. This is too important for us to fuck up. Blue tsunami or bust.

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✧ SkyMagpie ✧ (left my ❤︎ in Undermine) @skymagpie.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

I was worried if my comic is perhaps too self indulgent, but then I remembered the words of Björk and now I need to make it even more self indulgent 🥰

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

#WIPSnips 9.19 - "tube" Don't have that, so we're going with "tunnel." IDK, might change it to "tube." ...any way, a magics lesson. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #weirdwestern #mmfantasy

Ethan Vanek WIP snippet

My boots crunched on the charcoal as I walked around the altar bowl, fighting that magic pulse, until I had one foot on either side of the Rift, facing that chaotic edge. Black lightning leapt from the band of magic, crackling around me as I lifted my sword.
Without knowing them, I heard alien syllables in my throat as I lifted my sword and pushed it, edge to edge, into the band of black flames. Reality screamed in protest as holy steel met demonic magic. Rays of blazing multicolored light streamed from the point of contact, but I bore down, still rhythmically chanting, breath tearing at my throat, boots scraping on gritty charcoal.
Dreamily, as blinding and deafening magic streamed around me, I heard a familiar voice. “See this grommet on your vest here? A Rift is like that, a ring in two pieces that makes a very thin tunnel. All you have to do is get in between the two halves. A little pressure, a little twist, and pop!”
I could almost see familiar lips in the round O of the word when the Rift did exactly that: collapsed with a sudden deafening concussion. That cut the last tether to my body and I watched from a distance as a mote of darkness sent me sailing backward out of the bowl before winking out of existence. There was a jolt as I hit something, and then darkness.

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it looks like you're writing a novel @gr8writingtips.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

by not writing, you're only delaying the inevitable. so. write

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it looks like you're writing a novel @gr8writingtips.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

teach yourself to type with your feet so you can write two books at once

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Frog and Toad Bot @frogandtoadbot.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

“Tomorrow,” said Toad, “I can just take life easy.” Toad went back to bed.

Toad settles into bed, ready to take life easy.

From "Tomorrow"
In *Days with Frog and Toad*

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Z H Challah esq., Cavalier of the 8th @challahchic.butchsky.social · 17/09/2026

STOP trying to make me know about Dungeon Crawler Carl

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Lili Saintcrow @lilithsaintcrow.com · 15/09/2026

"...a heartbreaking document of the death of a relationship that feels for all the world like the death of the self: a death that’s witnessed and coolly dissected from outside, but from which one can hardly break free."

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Behind One the Greatest Post-Punk Songs Ever Recorded

The Ian Curtis whose torch singing floats above the high bass and glistening synths of “Love Will Tear Us Apart” is hardly recognizable as the guy who sang “She’s Lost Control” or “Dead Souls.” It …

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Yourqueerprof @drcompton.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

Yep yep. How we do it in Nawlins.

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot @leguinbot.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

Have we not eaten while another starved? Will you punish us for that? Will you reward us for the virtue of starving while others ate? No man earns punishment, no man earns reward. Free your mind of the idea of deserving, the idea of earning, and you will begin to be able to think

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Matthew Sangster @mjrsangster.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

Your occasional reminder that in the year the First World War began, J.M. Barrie wrote a comedy cowboy film called How Men Love, which was filmed in Essex with G.K. Chesterton and George Bernard Shaw as two of the cowboys. www.nationaltrustcollections.org.uk/object/1274695

L-R: Lord Howard de Walden, William Archer, J.M. Barrie, G.K. Chesterton and George Bernard Shaw. All bar Barrie dressed as cowboys. Photograph by Harley Granville-Barker. National Trust Collection: https://www.nationaltrustcollections.org.uk/object/1274695.

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

With my other head on:

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Oliver 💙 @oliverniko.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

I've been intending to start blogging and have plans to launch a newsletter soon, so you'll now find me on Leaflet too! I posted my essay, 'Reclaiming my Disabled Trans Body' to begin with, if you have not read it before, focused on loving myself despite ableism and transphobia.

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Reclaiming my Disabled Trans Body

An essay describing my journey in loving myself as a trans man disabled from birth, despite the ableism faced since then.

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Chuck Tingle @chucktingle.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

we all know this classic way

cover of THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF CANCELLED PLANS GETS ME OFF BECAUSE DEEP DOWN I KINDA DIDN’T WANT TO GO featuring beautiful ladybuck on the right smilin standing in front of a house in the evening with a slight sunset behind and on the left if a good lookin sentient calendar

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

#WIPSnips 9.10 "teeth" ...in which our hero has been zapped by some kind of magic and can't move. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #weirdwestern #mmhorror

Electricity fizzled within me, sharp and prickly, as I strained to move. Whatever spell they’d thrown held fast. Boots thumped on the deck behind me, moving towards the companionway, then clattering dully on the ladder.
A jolt of the boat rolled me over, and I saw Corbin fighting with the wheel and a pirate at the same time. Whatever they’d zapped me with only had one shot, apparently, but the apprentice was holding his own. Ducking to avoid a flailing machete, he yanked the wheel, and the boat slewed the other way. I distinctly heard the crossbow skitter away from me on the deck.
Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes and prayed, “Archangel Sariel, aid me in my hour of need. Unravel these magics. Break these chains.” A surge of power answered me. The fire crackled again within my limbs, hot, hotter, and then shattered in a painful burst. Feeling rushed through me, then weakness. Shuddering, I pushed myself over and struggled to one knee.

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Replica004 | Sara Zeno Camponeschi @replica004.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

⚔️ L'Amor Cortese ❤️ (original characters)

Digital Illustration portraying two medieval knights holding hands and looking into each other's eyes with love and devotion. The taller one has tan skin, blue eyes and black hair. He carries a sword on his back and is wearing a dark suit or armor with a burgundy cape on his shoulders. The shorter one has short brown hair, green eyes and lighter skin. He's wearing a blue Chaperon shoulder cape trimmed in gold and a steel colored suit of armor.
The picture is framed in a gothic window and at the bottom there is "Courtly Love" written in a gothic font.

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Frog and Toad Bot @frogandtoadbot.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

“We must stop eating!” cried Toad as he ate another.

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Charles Louis Richter @richterscale.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

demonstrating reason and language capabilities in coat hooks alters our understanding of self, even if we don't particularly like the alteration

the old "drunk octopus wants to fight" photo of a two-pronged metal coathook, whose screws look like off-kilter eyes of an octopus putting up two of its eight dukes

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

#WIPSnips✨9.7 - "elevator" Ain't got one of those. "Stairs" will have to do. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #queerwriters #weirdwestern #mmfantasy

“Go,” I gestured to the angel. “Stairs.”
“As you wish,” he murmured. Somehow he made climbing down a ladder look graceful. I was not nearly as deft as I descended into the cabin, so close and quiet after the chill of night air. A narrow galley stretched most of the port side, just a sad sink and single-burner stove; above, there were mismatched cupboards with railed shelves, crowded with the usual detritus of human habitation. The air carried the mingled scents of river water, old wood, engine oil, damp rope, and coffee.
Jean stared around listlessly at the cramped but practical cabin. Though stooped slightly because of the low ceiling, he was just as beautiful as he had been in the attic. When he looked at me, sapphire eyes were mournful. “You should rest, mon chevalier. Your body needs it.”
“No,” I groaned. “Not yet.” I dragged my eyes away from the holy-flame glitter of his eyes.

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

#WIPSnips 9.6 "sigh" ...in which our angel tells us a little bit about his past. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Ethan Vanek WIP snippet

I turned back around. “Thanks… I guess. That was a thousand years ago or somesuch, but what is time to an angel, right?”
“No angel,” Jean hissed. My short hairs went up, but I didn’t look at him as he continued his tale. “Immortal, I suppose. I do not remember all, but I have lived many lives in many eras. I lived after the Crusade in France, in America, the Old World and the New. There are gaps among my memories when I slept, as we do, under the earth. I also remember radios and automobiles, what I believe you call the Times Before. I had a life then, I had—“ He was quiet a long moment, then sighed. “I was taken from the modern world, to where—to where you found me. I remember that.”
The Hell of Shades. I knew enough not to say it aloud. “I heard there weren’t demons in the Before, no turnskins or mages or anything. They thought it was all stories. But I guess that ain’t true, with your kind in the mix.”
“Not quite. There were very few of us, the vasgir. And we did not live openly. Some of us worked, also, to erase ourselves from your records. No, there were not mages, as you say, nor other creatures of magic. As for demons… Not until the very end.” His last statement sent a shiver through me.

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Looking at backsplash tiles, saw "dimensionally stable...." I know this means it won't warp but it sounds like "won't teleport or turn jnto a Lovecraftian horror."

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Did a shitload of moving-in work yesterday. Organized the kitchen, gave a ton of plants new homes. Feeling good about it 😁

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

Absolutely Tanith Lee. The Blood Opera (Scarabae) series definitely influenced my vampire stories.

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Luca @lucagalletti.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

“Restoring Van Gogh's Ear & Mending His Broken Heart” 🎨 #asmr #satisfying #vangogh #papercraft #stopmotion IG: @paper_pepper (페이퍼 후추)

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Feral Writer @feralwriter.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

#WIPSnips 9.4 "collapse" ...in which our hero fears the angel on a literal sinking ship. Got a lot of settings: mountain, forest, river, and soon deserts. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #queerwriters #weirdwestern #mmhorror

Ethan Vanek WIP snippet

“Angel!” I cried, lurching toward him, despite arrows, despite the tilting deck. “Don’t!” As before, there was only blind panic behind the warning, just that deep fear of destruction. He’d keep killing; we were all doomed.
I got halfway to him before the armored boat surged away. The grappling lines snapped taut, one popping off to send the sharp hook flying. Our boat lurched starboard, a fresh gout of water rushing across the deck.
The graceful creature stumbled as we yawed violently, holy fires winking out. His head whipped around to me. In his eyes, there was nothing but that arctic light.
“Please!” I cried. “He needs your help!”
Without a word, the fallen angel moved past me toward the helm, and I nearly collapsed in relief. Couldn’t, I had work to do. Drawing my holy knife, I surged toward the rapidly sinking starboard gunwale to chop the line, water frothing around my boots. A couple whacks got mostly through the heavy line, and tension snapped the rest.

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot @leguinbot.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

he had spent his life learning how to choose to do what he had no choice but to do.

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot @leguinbot.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

I’m not dead. I sleep sometimes. Sleep comes very close to death, everyone knows that. The dead walk in dreams, everyone knows that. They come to you alive, and they say things. They walk out of death into the dreams.

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MAF @velnna.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

et voilà

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Ursula K. Le Guin Bot @leguinbot.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

I look at the world, at the forests and the mountains here, the sky, and it's all right, as it should be. But we aren't. People aren't. We're wrong. We do wrong. No animal does wrong. How could they? But we can, and we do. And we never stop.

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