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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

Quit my job that was slowly killing me and leaving me (more) disabled

Painting of a group of dolphins. The text below says "Yay".

💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

Heavy antidepressants, coffee, Visual-kei music and THIS single post has been what's kept me going these past few weeks.

Post from @genderthief.bsky.social:
i need all the mechsploitation girlies to get really into CAIN so they can start making CAINsploitation.

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𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔪 ☾ ❤️‍🔥 @w0lfertinger666.bsky.social · 19/06/2026

HAPPPPPY JUNETEENTH!!!!!! ♥️🖤⚜️🖤♥️ I'm a proud black trans boy!!! btw if you wanna tip and support a disabled black artist, my link is here!!! ko-fi.com/salembunner445

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/04/2026

Unconnected Short Stories! Post to prove I'm not dead, been fighting a lot with fatigue.

Scene Title: MOTHER IN THE GRAVEYARD
At the side of a dirt road, beneath the shadow cast by a walnut tree, the daughter tries to keep the tears at bay. It was her favorite tree, maybe she saw it grow with grandma long ago; doesn’t make a difference now. She looks at the road that leads up to the farm and then down to where the highway leads. It would be too obvious to escape by the trail, they would capture her immediately. At least she has some time to say goodbye, the men still believe she’s hiding away at the vineyards, cowering. They think she doesn’t have the guts to try and leave.

The daughter puts a hand over the fresh dirt, still loosened by the shovel. She still hopes she would rise out of the ground, to scold her for taking one of the freshly baked cookies to throw it at the ducks. To comfort her, like when her boyfriend broke up with her and abandoned her at the ice cream parlor in town. Help her escape, like when they drove together to the city so that she wouldn’t become a single mother. But she can’t, she wouldn’t be able to move anymore. No one returns from the ground.

She feels her cheeks getting hotter, knows she can’t stay any longer, can’t say all the things she wanted to, nor where she’ll go. She grabs the shovel and carries it on her shoulder, she’s not gonna let them find her, drag her back to the farm. She feels sin inside her heart, would God condemn her for leaving her mother buried in the middle of a dusty road? Can’t even leave a cross to mark her final resting place. The only thing she could hope for is that her mother could reach Heaven. Despite not being buried in hallowed ground, below a lush walnut tree, and despite the bad decisions of her little girl.

The tree is still visible from half a kilometer away, slowly drifting away: she wished she could go back, but never will. “Goodbye mother, goodbye” thinks the girl before entering the forest.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 19/03/2026

Sorry for the lack of posting. Been stuck in the stress realm.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 07/03/2026

Unconnected Short Scenes! I love EBM even though I don't go to the club. It's weird.

Scene Title: QUARREL

They don’t have much time (ten minutes tops) to get in there, kill The Don, and get the fuck out. No one has noticed the missing guard with a hammer hole on the side of his skull, not yet. The leader of the hitmen was glad that he scouted the place beforehand a week prior. The entrance could be used as a quick escape route when the hit is completed.

He calculated that there must be at maximum twenty guards in total: minus one (of course), so nineteen versus seven. The hitmen shifted through the crowded club, the noisy EBM and the flashing lights would make it easier to pick off the guards in close quarters. But not yet, first to taste the dirt should be the Don, after that, the rest of the capos should be easy pickings while they extract. Carve them, from the inside out, quick and extremely painful.

They split further, they can take care of themselves. So the leader skirts the edges of the dance floor and gazes at the inside balcony. Seven, none of them seem to carry large weapons, pistols or batons maybe. He slips through one of the employee only doors, his civilian clothes would be a perfect disguise if he needs to buy time until he could get close to an unsuspecting guard. He still kept the bloodied hammer tucked away inside his jacket.

He walks across a storeroom, chairs and tables piled onto one another near the beige walls, looking more like an office than a club. He goes up the stairs to the second floor and, if the blueprints are correct, he should be just outside the VIP rooms. Five minutes left, he’s now wearing a balaclava, a wide grin on his face; such an easy job. He opens the door, and an automatic shotgun is now pressed against his chest, the guard gives him a little smirk.

Shit, they were crossed.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 01/03/2026

This has been in the works for a while now... I'm writing a CAIN fan novel! 💀 www.scribblehub.com/series/21963... Right now it's only the prologue and first chapter, but this is a project that I'll be doing for the foreseeable future! [ #cainttrpg #cain #ttrpg ]

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CAIN: Bloodhounds

Beneath our physical world lies a roiling sea of psychic power. Deep within, its presence is beckoned by the emotions of the humans blindly swimming in it. For those who are sensitive to it, who are m...

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Tom Bloom @orbitaldropkick.bsky.social · 18/02/2026

i'm making a presentation

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StarBITE 🧛‍♂️🌟 @starite.bsky.social · 19/02/2026

really, really hate to do this but i just got laid off from my job and i need help financially. i know everyone else is poor too so if you can’t donate reposts are deeply appreciated 🥲 #mutualaid #signalboost #helpsky

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Kougeru 🐉⛩️ @kougeru.bsky.social · 12/02/2026

Absolutely do NOT give your ID or face scan on Discord. It's even worse than expected. Apparently due to people bypassing current systems, they're switching to "persona" which is funded by fucking Peter Thiel.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

Unconnected Short Scenes! :3 idk this one was weird lmao

The young lieutenant wanted to see the Saint while she was bathing. Not for lascivious reasons, of course, as he would justify himself to his superiors while being led to the hanging tree if discovered. He simply didn’t believe such a small, bony and puny child could be capable of doing miracles. And, if she is walking barefooted through the frozen soil and snow, because supposedly “her divine power makes it impossible to wear boots”, that alone sounds like a bunch of wife-tales. If he was to risk his life, as well as the ones of his comrades to fight against the barbarians; he should be able to see such “divinity” with his own eyes.

He sneaked into the underbrush that leads to a hidden spot across the channel near camp. The Saint had been insisting on taking a bath for days now, so they should be around here along with the female guards and the ladies-in-waiting of the caravan. It was the first days of Spring, so everyone should be bathing in the river, especially the Saint. It was gnawing at him, the possibility that the one who they have been escorting for three weeks to be resented to the prince himself… might’ve been a witch all along.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 01/02/2026

Unconnected... Short Scenes! I might one day expand this into a proper story... dunno.

Scene Title: PINK PONY CLUB

Despite still feeling the hangover from yesterday she decides to ask for a couple of beers and some chips to the barman. She looks around, seems she’s the only one in the whole bar who’s in the dumps. She feels stupid, out of place here with the show, the runway, the people having a fun time this weekend. Should’ve stayed at home, watch some crime show while eating cookies and drinking instant coffee. At least, could’ve gone to the country joint half a kilometer away. Could still go, but chooses not to: She hates country, right now she hates it with all her heart.

Thought that, maybe, going out to get some fresh air would be healthier than locking herself inside and watching TV for three days straight. But now she’s at this bar with a hangover, dragged out from two days ago, dragging out the inevitable. She sighs and takes a long swig, half emptying the beer in one go. At that moment, the lights on stage turn on and the music begins playing, everyone starts clapping in excitement.

She leans on her chair with the bottle resting on her lips, seems something good is about to happen. The pop jazzy beat is cut off by a melodic voice, low but still feminine. The singer finishes the verse and the song properly starts as she walks on stage. She wears the hair and dress of a 20s flapper, with striking and theatrical makeup, walking in long strides to the beat. The audience goes wild, but she can’t take her eyes off the singer; her deep brown eyes, her steps elegant and confident, her voluptuous lips singing with an alto tone. She leaves the bottle on the table, infatuated with the melody and choreography, as if she was watching fire itself dance.

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Jacob Oller @jacoboller.bsky.social · 27/01/2026

"getting outside your bubble" is an admirable thing when it means trying a new hobby or introducing yourself to your neighbor or watching an art film but people only want to apply it to "being a little more racist just to see how it feels"

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Sen. Pumpkin Gogurt @ugarles.bsky.social · 27/01/2026

"you wanted a pony" is the guilt talking. the knowledge that you didn't push the party to do the right thing out of triangulation and cowardice. you tried to play a very dangerous game of enticing the enemy at the expense of alienating your allies and you're lashing out the people who warned you.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 24/01/2026

Unconnected ✨ Short ✨ Scenes! I like making weird, non-traditional angels.

Scene Title: OMORI
They thought they must’ve walked the wrong path, there was no other explanation. The three of them were walking on air, a clear sky with some clouds far away, below they saw no ground, just more sky. The vestal was the first who noticed, ever since they entered that strange room in the castle; there was a presence lurking inside this facade of “heaven”. A couple of meters away, behind the edges of a cloud, there was a thing wrapped in chains.

She stopped the party, the mage and the knight held behind her. The cloud passed the figure and the three saw a strange being chained by heavy manacles to the wall of fake sky. A skeletal humanoid, pale as bone, limply suspended and seemingly sleeping. All of them, with extreme caution, approached the creature. That moment was when they saw the wings languidly hanging from its back.

– An… an angel? – Whispered the mage.

The vestal pierced daggers at him with zealous disdain. She wanted to say something, an insult, a rebuke or complaint about that comment, which no matter how you spin it… it was heresy. But she contained herself, couldn’t pronounce a word while that deep sense of discomfort permeated her. She looked back at the humanoid.

It’s delicate wings, the blurred and ambiguous features, it’s smooth face, too smooth like porcelain or glass. If that was an angel, it must have been one perverted, corrupted by whatever haunts this castle. Her God wouldn’t have created something this fake, so close to humans but foreign at the same time.

Suddenly, the sky rumbles, the growling sound of thunder echoes through the room. The clear calm sky starts to bleed an inky substance, dying the clouds. From white, to gray, to the purest black like the shadows of the castle. The chains began to clank, the pallid haggard body started to shift. The knight grabs the mage and carries him over his shoulder.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 22/01/2026

This just reveals that either you don't interact with marginalized people irl, or they don't trust you'll believe their lived experiences.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 18/01/2026

Unconnected! Short! Scenes! A great apocalypse happened, but not *everything* seems to be lost. At least not for those who aren't affected by it.

Title of the scene: RITUAL

The android has never seen a temple before. The old chapel was covered in moss and thoroughly invaded by plants, but its massive height and the tapered interiors left them astonished. Maybe it was the town center, the only building made of stone to have survived this long. They imagined what the town, the temple, might’ve looked like before it became this plain of grass filled with cows.

Small colored glass sticks out of its small round windows, the only thing left from the stained glass patterns. Normally, they would barely see the interior without changing the exposition of their synth optical receivers. However, there was now a massive hole in the ceiling. Why would the brief say people congregated here before the disaster? Is this another dead end?

The android pulled out their sonar, maybe there was something below, a bunker or some tunnel. The scanner showed something was underground, good! It seems the structure is quite big and made from a resilient, cement-like density here. They run another set of scans; there’s no sound vibration below and there’s subtle traces of radiation: not good.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/01/2026

- How do loans for opening a business works - What the hell is Rawhead and Bloody Bones - What does it feel like to be skinned alive - How walkable is Kansas City

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Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 11/01/2026

What have you done for research for your latest book/wip? #WritingPrompt

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 04/01/2026

Unconnected Short Scenes! This time: Cat POV, that's it, nothin' else.

Title of Scene: Cats On Mars

The cat grabs the envelope from the old lady’s hand and begins its journey. Supposedly it needs to meet with some vagabond on the aqueduct downtown. The cat liked downtown, many tourists to ask for the scraps of lunch, many fountains to lay and sunbathe. Many pigeons to chase around, yes.

The cat was mid journey by that point, jumping from rooftop to rooftop with the envelope in its mouth. It wonders why would the grandma wanted to communicate with the homeless person. Usually her letters are for people with pretty houses on the north side of the city. If she wanted to give something to a homeless, why wouldn’t she do it herself? It mulled those questions while it took a small break on top of a chimney.

Traffic was slow today, and it wondered, if it jumped on top of the bus, it could reach downtown in no time. Unfortunately, it seemed to have expected too much of humans when it saw that there was a crash on the main roundabout ahead. So walking again it is, so it stretched a little and gave a little yawn. For the tuna cans the old lady gave as a reward, the cat whines that she may be overworking it.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 20/12/2025

Unconnected Short Scenes! Bunkers, music, lots of sweating. Ew!

Title of the Scene: DEAD SUN

The walls of the bunker were quite narrow, filled with scribbles of graffiti and the sweat of everyone gave the sensation of a sauna of filth. The mass of bodies danced below the dim fluorescent lights at the beat of industrial EBM, its noise drowning everything else. This place was where they decided to hide, quickly mixing with the other regulars. The gang leader was very glad about the club rules; that and the noxious air of the place, since it meant it was required to wear a heavy gas mask to enter.

The plan was to lay low for a couple of hours, those pigs from the Metro Police wouldn’t date to enter these types of clubs. Just in case, the leader ordered the rest to spread throughout the whole place. Leaning against the wall with a half drunken bottle in his hand, he tries not to draw any attention to himself. A stranger comes near him, by the size and outfit it looks to be a chick. She pulls his arm and starts to dance, she’s inviting him.

He can’t see her face, her movements akin to someone zonked out of their mind, lost in the music. But his nose alerts him: her sweat, despite him wearing a gas mask, smells of someone who’s completely sober. His eyes hover over the girl’s outfit, looking for a strap or a fold on the clothes, before suddenly smelling aggression. She stops dancing, and in a split second she pulls a gun from her jacket and points it at him: Shit, it’s a raid. Having anticipated the move, the leader knocks the undercover officer and kicks the pistol off her reach.

This is bad, can’t stay here; if the feds had come here, they could be quarantining the entire zone right now.

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Panel Party (Working on Comix Cleric!) @panelparty.net · 09/12/2025

Introducing Comix Cleric, a web framework that makes it easier than ever to make and host your webcomic YOUR way! Crafted BY comic creators FOR comic creators and jam packed with features, you can learn more by checking out the Kickstarter NOW! #comic #webcomic #webcomics #kickstarter

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Comix Cleric - The Indie Way to Host Indie Comics!

A web framework that makes it easier than ever to make and host your webcomic YOUR way! Crafted BY comic creators FOR comic creators!

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The Asheville Blade @avlblade.bsky.social · 11/12/2025

Like many in our city, the Blade has struggled in Helene's ongoing aftermath. We're a local journalism co-op of working class trans people. It has not been an easy year. Amid exhaustion, illness, poverty and trauma we've still done important work. Please help us keep doing it.

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Donate to Help the Asheville Blade survive Helene's long aftermath, organized by Asheville Blade

Like many groups in our city, the Asheville Blade has faced … Asheville Blade needs your support for Help the Asheville Blade survive Helene's long aftermath

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Guy in the sky(comms open) @guyinthesky.bsky.social · 05/12/2025

Invest into listening to Yaoi christmas songs every year and I promise you magic will be back!

Youtube interface with yaoi Christmas thumbnails.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 01/12/2025

Unconnected Short Stories! Going fishing with the gang! But there also seems to be something else on the waters...

Title of the Scene: DONT LET ME DOWN

None of them have tried to catch something this big. The carp's shadow on the water was going faster than the banged-up van, and they were going at 60km/hr. The girl struggles to put the fish between the sights of the harpoon, it didn't help that the van was bouncing on the stone road. She had to relax, she can't afford to miss. Her noisy partner pops his head out the window and bangs the top of the car.

–What are you waiting for?! Shoot!

She jumps, started, almost pressed the trigger right then and there.

–Are you stupid? Don't distract me. Why don't you keep an eye out and see if no one's following us.

The boy signs and returns to his seat. She wonders why the road, mainly a straight line around the shore of the great lake, has so many potholes and loose rocks. But that doesn't matter right now, she needs to hit the giant carp before it escapes or dives deeper. Despite the wind in her face, the bumpy ride and doubts; she breathes in, and remembers her dad's training.

BAM!

In a second, the harpoon dives into the water and hits the carp dead center. The low roaring of the cannon echoing throughout the valley. The carp begins to submerge, attempting to escape. With her heel she bangs the top of he van, code for the driver to start pulling now.

Exemplifying a finesse worthy of a true carp fisher, he lowers the speed of the vehicle and does a maneuver to shift into reverse with full power. She has to grab to the railing welded into the van to not fall. She feels proud for managing to hit such a fast and big target. But she catches a glimpse of something, at the edge of her view a shadow swims in the direction of the carp. Despite the size difference, it goes at a rapid pace, faster than the fish did.

Cold sweat forms on her brow, the metahuman is barreling towards them like a speedboat. They need to run.

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acabylon 👻👻 BOO 👻👻 @acabylonbee.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

donald trump has pardoned this years honorary thanksgiving turkey, jared fogle

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 25/11/2025

Truly one of the feelings of all time to just be going thru your day and then feeling inexplicable dread coming over you like a bad omen. Wonderful.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 22/11/2025

Unconnected short scenes! Awkward family reunion. Extra awkward since one of them is soggy.

Scene Title: SOUL LOVE

The cold droplets of rain were making the windows a little bit cloudy. The young fashionista was glad for having splurged on the heating for their small apartment. The frigid showers of fall made the night landscape of the city look quite more gloomy than normal. The kettle on the stove began to boil, its whistling of steam pulling them out of their thoughts.

They stand up from the couch and stretch. It had been a long day at the salon and the only thing in their mind right now was getting to relax until ten if possible. They look at their nails, magenta, a shade a notch too bright to their usual liking, contrasting against the pale skin. They go to the stove, turns it off, lowers a cup from the cupboard and the small tin which they keep their tea bags.

Today the crave is jasmine, the flavor is nostalgic despite its bitterness. Suddenly, the doorbell starts ringing. It's almost nine, not even the nosy neighbor would dare to bother them this late. With a very visible grimace across their face, they decide to open up the door, see who it is and what they want (as quickly as possible if need be). When they open the door, they find it's their teenage cousin, drenched head to toe and carrying a backpack.

It's been a while since they saw each other, last time was three years ago at their uncle's birthday. Because of the large age gap, they didn't talk much, and she seems to be alone.

– Why are you here? Where are your parents?

The girl tucks out a wet tuft of hair from her face. Her melancholic expression indicates that the answer to those questions would take all night. Their lips became a fine line, the feeling of guilt leaving her there triumphing over the awkwardness of reconnecting with family.

– Come in then. Want something warm?

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The girl enters the room with heavy footsteps. She drops the waterlogged backpack on the floor, slightly annoying the fashionista who would have to mop that spot again. Rubbing her hands she feels the warmth returning to her.

– Jasmine. Jasmine tea.

The fashionista is glad that they weren't the only weirdo in the family who liked it. They might have an idea as to why she would come to them directly. Nonetheless, it was going to take the entire night to properly get to the bottom of this. At least they would have someone to share the tea with.

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Chiitan🌈ちぃたん☆ @chiitan.love · 18/11/2025

You can love someone you love even if you don't love yourself🏳️‍⚧️ But if you love yourself, you can love both yourself and the person you love. Your love becomes twofold. So take care of yourself. Your soul is beautiful.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 18/11/2025

True allyship is never ironing your trans pride flag!!! 🫵

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

Unconnected Short Scenes! Easy job, easy money! The jazz here still sucks though...

Title of scene: LOCOMOTIVE

It was an easy job, that’s what they told him. Target was the owner of the local factory, a tin mogul who manufactured from dog food cans to ship containers. Supposedly he had information on who was behind the forgery on the ledgers. In front of the door that led to the food cart, his partner lifted his veil and puts a cigarette on his mouth, meanwhile he was fitting his opera mask.

The Miss’s instructions were pretty clear: No one gets to see your face. He opens the door and they enter. The lights were too bright, the jazz music a little too loud, the smell of coffee mixing with the stench of Cuban cigars. His partner tries for the fourth time to fire up his lighter, so he snatches his cigarette, crushes it up in his hand and throws it away. He clicks his tongue in response and pockets the lighter.

There aren’t many customers around, some in the cubicles and two sitting at the bar. The henchmen walk with measured steps, looking straight ahead. The people in the cart began looking away from the two tall and burly men dressed from tip to toe in black suits. The air thickens all around them, while the jazz keeps playing through the train speakers.

They both arrive at a private stall in the mid section of the cart. The door is closed, but the laughing chatter and the clanking of plates and cutlery is heard clearly. He looks at the window directly in front of the door, the darkness of the night looks infinite, the luminosity of the wagon making it impossible to look at the forest passing by. He turns his gaze upon his partner, who with an unusual gentleness knocks and leans on the doorframe.

As he does the same the voices become quiet. He feels the shape of the gun in his hands, a Walter PPK, with its barrel pointing at head level. The henchman thinks he should thank the Miss for giving him such a simple job, to the point. Now all that's left is waiting. Just waiting.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/11/2025

I ADORE this drawing by @luvlibabyy on twt. This genuenly helps me figure out writing character dynamics and balancing the personalities on a team or ensemble cast. It is peak quartet.

Four little guys in a row. Left to right: one's seemingly serious or judgemental, next is relaxed and chill, then there's a smug or amused looking one and finally one with big doe eyes who looks innocent and cute.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 11/11/2025

PRESENTING... ✨️✨️✨️Unconnected Short Scenes! ✨️✨️✨️ (it's basically what's in the name) What if you see a face in the bark of a tree?

Main title that reads "unconnected short stories"

Title of the scene: MY COUNTRY

The first shimmers of daybreak are seen in the horizon. The young soldier, equipped with sable and rifle, smothers the remaining embers of the fire pit. An old priestess grabs the steel teapot and throws the dregs tea into the snow around. The smell of chamomile and cinnamon fills the air of the small encampment. Out of the tent the two remaining soldiers of the quad come out, wearing heavy coats and rifles at their back.

Slender branches of twisted trees filter the pale sunlight. They look like hundreds of arms trying to grab the pink clouds of the morning sky. The soldier swears he can see a human face from one of the tree trunks. The priestess, with her small silver cane and lapis handle, hits him lightly on the head.

-It’s rude to stare. Go and look if there’s any tracks around.

Her voice is weak, but raspy and sharp. The poor cadet gets up and walks towards the treeline. He should have never accepted the job; everyone knows that witchguards never get to enjoy the fortune they get payed. There are no old witchguards, not even close to the years that crone would have.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 10/11/2025

I'm seriously considering posting more on here (or in general). Wanna have a place where I can share whatever I write in a more public space. Even if it feels weird for me at times

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👻Queen Bailey, Who Lurks in the Trees👻 @thebailster.blacksky.app · 05/11/2025

Please help my girlfriend confirm her bottom surgery booking she may lose this chance after today

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Aditya Mukerjee 🦦 🏳️‍🌈 @chimeracoder.bsky.social · 21/08/2025

RT if you also wish ill upon JK Rowling.

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Joel S. @joelhs.bsky.social · 28/04/2025

On this day 80 years ago, Benito Mussolini was executed by an Italian partisan in Giulino di Mezzegra, then hung from the Piazzale Loreto in Milan the following day. Happy Mussolini Execution Day to all who celebrate.

The corpse of Mussolini (second from left) next to Petacci (middle) and other executed fascists in Piazzale Loreto, Milan, 1945

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Bohdan Pavuk @bpavuk.neocities.org · 26/12/2024

if you see this post, your actions are: - if you have a spare buck, give it to Wikipedia, then repost this - if you don't have a spare buck, just repost your action is mandatory for the world's best source of information to survive

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Dozsu — OC Artist — 🇲🇽 @dozsu.bsky.social · 02/02/2025

omg, is that a sticker of a STAR unit from the acclaimed videogame Signalis in the mexican subway system? #signalis

A couple of stickers on a metallic surface attached to a structure. One of them is of a STAR unit from the videogame Signalis.

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 10/01/2025

Just had a discussion w/friends of whether or not the new gender spectrum should either be decimals from 0-1-2, coordinates on a 2 axis map or a ternary plot

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borderless @borderless.bsky.social · 10/12/2024

BlueSky is trying to monetize so let's show them some numbers: Reskeet this if you refuse to pay for BlueSky+ until trust & safety decides to prioritize marginalized users. That's $96 / year of lost revenue for each reskeet...

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onion person @junlper.beer · 18/11/2024

there’s no reason to not gaslight yourself into not understanding basic concepts and how they work these days. magnets? mirrors? who fucking knows anything anymore

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