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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 23h

From "Unifier: The Seven Labors of the White-Haired Woman" #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

It always interested Val when she visited a planet that was so aesthetically diverse from Kaia. As a former special operative, she was trained to constantly be aware of her surroundings. Even just entering the atmosphere of Diamere, she immediately took note of the sky: a clear, light, grayish blue. It wasn’t unique in the empire, nor was it singular. Cool colored skies seemed dominant, but still foreign to her. The sky on Kaia, where she lived and had spent most of her formative years, tended to have a warm cast to it.
She brought her cruiser in low, skimming over the vibrant emerald forest before finding a clearing. The ship swung about just a bit, to better fit the opening between the trees. By the time the side ramp of the vessel lowered, she had made her way from the cockpit to the hold and stood ready. She allowed herself but a moment to reflect, take in the sounds of the local fauna – birds chirped, rodents chattered and squeaked, insects buzzed, and something out there definitely growled – and take a deep breath of the fresh forest air.
With a faint, hopeful smile, she bounded down the ramp and onto the earthen floor.
“Hey!” She’d heard something approaching through the woods, and while she couldn’t be sure at first if it was a predator or a person, the shouting gave her an answer. “You can’t park there!”
A man in a baggy green uniform came barreling out of the woods, heading straight for her. While she had doubts about the man’s combat capabilities, she nevertheless declined to release the hold she had on the sword lashed to the left side of her waist.
“I believe you’ll find I can,” she told him.
The man stopped just in front of her. Sweat soaked through his buttoned uniform shirt. She could tell he was trying hard not to let her see how heavily he was breathing.
“No, you can’t. You’re in the middle of a forest. There’s no parking here.”

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

show us your band t shirts (Closest I have in my photo roll)

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

From "Special Inspector EP09" Apparently, across 4 WIPs, this is the only use of the word "fuzzy." #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

She worked to keep her steps fast but measured. Running would draw even more attention, and the guards weren’t the only ones around.
As she moved, the fuzzy edges of the map in her head filled in. More input – sights, sounds, measurements – all rolled together.
Éponine flipped up the coat’s collar and pulled down the hat as she shoved through a door to her left – just missing the attention of another group of armed men filling in the passage ahead of her.
The space she entered was sprawling, broken up by flimsy partial walls hastily erected. Groups of tables and desks were packed between them. Nearly every one was occupied by a human body, and their data flooded into her mind as much as any metric about the environment. Temperature, height, weight, body mass index – whatever that was – heart rate, blood pressure. Lots of information she didn’t want or need regarding lots of people she needed to get away from. She’d have thought it enough to drive her mad, but her mind was able to compartmentalize it and keep her focused.
The noise level in the room began to elevate as she hurried through, pushing past and stepping around human obstacles. She could pick out individual voices and statements amongst the inhuman buzzing, whirring, and beeping: gasps, yelps, curses. Surprisingly few were directed at her.
It was hundreds of yards of tense trotting before she reached the other end of the chamber. The narrow spaces between each of the table groupings didn’t make her attempts at speed or stealth any easier.

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

I'm a lifelong Transformers fan. Hot Rod has always been one of my favorite characters. This is the first Masterpiece of him I've bought. The previous Hot Rod/Rodimus Prime(s) were unappealing to me for various reasons. I really hope this doesn't disappoint.

Transformers MPG-20 Style Gen Hot Rod box

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

I said I liked it. I didn't say it was good! Post yours!

poster of the movie double team starring jean-claude van damme and dennis rodman

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

I haven't seen this guy since I moved over 3 years ago, but today I finally figured out where the safe place I put Combat Carl so I wouldn't lose him was.

Combat Carl Jr action figure, standing on a table with Hamm and Slinky Dog.

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

This is honestly hilarious to me because parts of Buzz already were green, but someone had to be like, "No, no, make different parts green, and then some parts red, but make sure to leave anything white or blue."

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

I cannot, but thankfully the world will always have one man who can.

captain america, seen from behind, with mjolnir's handle betwixt his butt cheeks

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

"Damn, girl, only one part of me is hard as a diamond."

emma frost in her diamond form as drawn by the Dodsons

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

From "Training Knight" #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

$The orbital lines, at least. There were still atmospheric ships to contend with, not to mention surface-to-air countermeasures. The worst of them were the base’s proton cannons, massive beam emitters, each the size of a building with the force to take out a city-sized ship. Of the cadets, Phan was the only one with the skill to effectively dodge their fire. But she was behind the controls of the cruiser, not a H.O.R.N. The others were not nearly so adept. The first volley of proton fire rocked them, throwing them off course. “Crap!” Xank saw red lights flashing across his system readouts. “I’ve got shell fracturing across my entire left side!” “Get back in formation!” Lizz ordered. “We’ve got to get Phan through! That’s the only thing that matters!” “Not dying also matters!” Phan replied. “I’m with Phan on this one,” said Jase. “Not dying is good, completing the mission is paramount,” said Lizz. The H.O.R.N. were brought back into alignment ahead of the cruiser. At the tip of the formation, Lizz unleashed another volley of fire, aimed towards the cannon installations. Xank’s eyes scanned over his sensor data. “I don’t think proton fire is gonna dent those things. They’re built for that. It’s gonna take concussive force.” “Well I’m out of rockets,” Lizz told him. He checked his weapons systems. “I’ve got a few, but the launchers are completely screwed. If we could get in closer…” “I’ve got this.” Jase took aim and hit the trigger. A volley of rockets launched from the rear of his mecha.$

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

From "Unifier: The Seven Labors of the White-Haired Woman" This is actually the second page of the novel, so if you saw page 1 few days ago, you can read the whole prologue now. 😁 #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

She stepped around the man on the ground. He was already unmoving and leaving a sticky puddle in the middle of the tavern.
Her gate bore just the slightest hint of unsteadiness as her boots clanked across the timbered flooring. One had just caught the edge of the man’s blood and streaked it behind her, showing evidence that at least one of her feet was dragging.
She set herself down on the bar stool nearest the middle. The few regulars in the place, as well as the well-appointed barman, stared. She paid them no mind, only focusing on shifting the sword at her side to allow her to sit more comfortably.
It was the barman who broke the chilled silence in the place.
“I reckon you could use a drink after that.”
She lifted her chin to see him. Strands of golden hair barely reached her eyes.
“I don’t really drink. And I’ve got way too many wounds to make alcohol consumption a good idea.”
The barman tried to offer a knowing, friendly nod.
“I didn’t want to say anything, but you look like you’ve been through hell.”
She gave a pained smile.
“It’s been a week.”

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

So these were released. (Bought the whole set because that's how it's done done done)

kpop demon hunters zoey rumi and mira action figures from mattel

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

What do I have here? Could it be... the Touch?

Transformers Matrix of Leadership statue

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Drop some BUTTONS ☎️👚🖤🕹️🖲️

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Never won't share this when it comes up in my memories.

photo of a funko pop of ding dongs mascot King Ding Dong, with the caption text King Ding Dong King-a-ding-ding-ding-dong

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Quote with your blue art. 🌀👄🌀

12th doctor peeking out of the TARDIS with the previous doctors' images in the windows

a bunch of superhero characters in front of a light burst

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

From "Unifier: The Seven Labors of the White-Haired Woman" (actually the prologue from it, so this is the very first page of the story 🙂) #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

The place where this bar existed resided in near perpetual darkness. The sun barely rose most of the year on this hemisphere of the planet, yet some small number of unfortunates had no choice but to make it their home.
The easiest way they’d found to get through existence – and they didn’t try very hard for alternatives – was to drown their sorrows at the local tavern. The place had no name, nor had it need of one. There were no others for thousands of kilometers.
The front door never closed as long as the business was open, so there was nothing impeding the flight of the stranger as he tumbled through the air and cracked against the dry, dusty floor. He was a big fella, and looked mean.
He was also armed, as became evident to the regulars as he quickly stood and drew a pistol from beneath his coat.
It was for nothing. Before he could even turn and take aim, a jet-black blade had pushed its way out of his ribcage. His pistol clattered to the floorboards. It took him a moment of stammering before he joined it.
The figure standing in the doorway – left arm held out, grasping the pointing, dripping sword – was as unknown to the bar’s occupants as the man gasping out his last at her feet.
She brusquely wiped the blade against the back of his coat before sliding it into a sheath held strapped around her waist, all with her left hand.
Everything about her outfit was dark, from the boots to the trousers to the tunic to the weapon itself, and of course the grungy poncho that covered it all. It stood in stark contrast to what lay beneath: a pale woman with hair nearly stark white.

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

I got this notice on a package that was supposed to have been here yesterday. I was worried so I called the USPS help line, because there sure is shit isn't a forwarding order on my mail and the address should have been correct (it came from a store I've ordered from dozens of times before and I

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

My historically accurate version of the Odyssey did not dominate the box office as I hoped.

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

My historically accurate version of the Odyssey did not dominate the box office as I hoped.

ad for trojan-enz large condoms featuring the superhero character trojan man

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

From "Unified: The Seven Labors of the White-Haired Woman" I missed several days of these due to a non-functioning computer. I hope that's all cleared up now (please, God, let that all be cleared up now). #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

$Seated in the plush pilot’s chair, Val casually gripped the controls. Though protocol strongly discouraged it, she was more than adept at flying her own spacecraft, and did so whenever possible. Her thumb gave a quick flip to a trio of switches in front of her to begin the ignition sequence. That was something she didn’t know if she’d ever get used to. The type of craft she’d learned on, and most models within her lifetime, had the ignition switches overhead, not in the console, lost among the multitude of control panels. She hesitated a moment, anxiously running her hands over the levers before her. Waiting for the exterior announcement. “Clear the hangar deck. Clear the hangar deck. RC-86 is prepped for takeoff. Repeat, RC-86 is prepped for takeoff.” She took a deep breath, knowing the words she’d been expecting were imminent. “RC-86, hangar deck is free. You are cleared for takeoff.” With a smile creeping onto her lips, she eased forward on the throttle. Opening up the quintet of engines on the ship’s aft to only a fraction of their full potential brought a satisfying reverberation to her craft as it lunged forward. As she streaked down the long runway, tracking lights flashing past, a horrible realization hit her, sinking deep into the pit of her stomach. Talla had been right. This was, objectively, a really cool hangar. She nudged the throttle just a tiny bit more, speeding her approach towards the opening to daylight. A warning light flashed on a screen just off to one side. She was exceeding the hangar’s speed safety limits. She pushed forward a bit more.$

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James Lynch @jamesblynch.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

Please do. Seriously, if anyone ever wants to draw any of the characters from any of the books I've published, that would be amazing to see.

"May I please draw your OC?"Reshare this post if you encourage anyone who wants to draw your OC to do so. There is no need to ask for permission in advance. Go for it. Draw my OC. If you want, I'll even give you reference posts. Go to town on it. You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result. Seriously. In fact, I encourage it. I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC. There is a chance that I qill sequel about it for several days. Even if you feel you aren't good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me. I want to see what you have done.

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