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Characters that aim for stoic placidity, but can’t stop being triggered by external factors, and are ultimately miserable because they’re unwilling to admit that the things they’re doing aren’t working! #WritingCommunity #Writesky

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Mark my words, the biggest counterculture movement we’ll have moving forward will be physical media. I’m talking handmade zines, traditional art, etc. Niche, small circles that can’t be easily infiltrated by the corpos. Cause when you globalize everything, the individual ultimately owns nothing.

This is an animated film in the making

Eight can pick up a car, I’m sure shoveling wouldn’t be too hard. It wouldn’t do so itself, though, it has plentyyy of machines for that. Catch Eight building a snow-shoveling drone while Dennis does it by hand because it takes a fraction of the time. #WritingCommunity #OCSky #Writesky

for Keep Me Apprised, I love the prose itself. For Deleterious, the self-indulgence is just 😩 chef’s kiss i tells ya #WritingCommunity

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One of my favorite parts of writing is rereading it. I have sliiightly impaired vision so I throw my stuff into a text-to-speech program and listen to it while I do other things, and BOY is it fun. What isn't fun is hearing all the shit grammar :') Send help #WritingCommunity #Writesky #amwriting

Ok i'm finally done posting nonsense. Also ya boi just realized people can just... you know. Reply to a prompt thing instead of quote posting it. .... look, I am not stupid, I'm just short-brained! 😩

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TW: violent threats and insults! :') “Ah, yes. I should remember who I’m talking to, hmm? A lunatic with zero comprehension for what it has done— do you realize what harm you’ve caused? To me! Personally. Personally, Surgeon. I should make you pay for this— and I can." #dailyocs #writingcommunity

“Ah, yes. I should remember who I’m talking to, hmm? A lunatic with zero comprehension for what it has done— do you realize what harm you’ve caused? To me! Personally. Personally, Surgeon. I should make you pay for this— and I can. I have certain third parties on speed-dial, and certain individuals that believe every single word out of Edith Taft’s mouth.”
“… I know you do.”
“Wonderful! So we understand each other, don’t we? And, you know, I’m a very understanding woman. Forgiving— perhaps to a fault. You have provided me quite a bit of entertainment for many years, now. Therefore, it is your lucky day! I won’t take any actions against you so long as you do me one little favor: do not continue to ‘procure’ the bodies of people I know. And furthermore, do not bring Vogel into this any more than you already have.”
“Incidentally, you are the one brought him into this,” Eight snapped, “Your meddling is the reason we met to begin with! So shove your bullshit concern up your withered ass and leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you— I have taken no direct actions against you. And you realize I know everything about ‘Taft’. I have studied your files— I know what grocery store you frequent and what laundromat you go to. The church you attend, and the people who attend alongside you. I could have every single unlucky bastard who’s lives you’ve ever influenced slaughtered at the drop of a fucking hat, because there are people in this city that are desperate or stupid enough to do what I tell them to without hesitation. Do you realize that, Edith, or are you too high off your own grandiose bullshit to see reason?”
“That’s quite rich, coming from you! Oh dear, oh dear.” And she offered a rolling, bitter, furious chuckle.

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Yet all he’d managed to do thus far was endear himself to a serial killer, and carve out for himself a lonely, bitter existence. This was just another choice he made; another test he failed. - Dennis is so sad. SO sad. My man needs therapy. And boundaries. #WritingCommunity #snippetshare #writesky

When the screen turned off he was plunged into blinding darkness, only the light from under the door visible in the bedroom. There was a pit of loneliness that had taken root in his stomach, and had been growing for about two years now. Because of his mistakes… because of his impulsivity.
He had thrown away his entire life for this. For Eight. For District 74. To resolve this guilt, to do some good for someone who clearly wanted to change! And what better way to inspire change, than to fall in line like a toy soldier and tell himself he was doing the right thing for once? He felt, at the time, as if he found an answer to a thousand questions— why he felt so empty. Why nothing he did felt right. Why every day he opened his eyes and wondered why he was still there. No amount of pivoting, he had believed until then, would fulfill his desire to make up for his apparently stellar skill in following orders and ignoring common fucking sense.
Yet all he’d managed to do thus far was endear himself to a serial killer, and carve out for himself a lonely, bitter existence.
This was just another choice he made; another test he failed.

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Eight is fidgety. It stims nonstop when its excited or irritated or, you know. Lots of excess energy. And when that doesn't work, it does OTHER things that are very harmful and / or bad for its health. Dennis is just an open book. Very unfortunate! :) #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AwesomeCharacters

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Been writing a lot of music lately. One day it might even sound good! Which sounds self-deprecating but legit you gotta suck at something before you get good at it!

Queerplatonic romance (especially the toxic sort)! I only really write one couple (two if you squint) and every other relationship is implied at best because I can't be bothered to write them. Give me my OTP or give me death! #Queerprompts #Writesky

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"... Let me offer you a token of fucking wisdom, Dray: you do not want to see what happens when I lose my composure." This is a PSA: Do not provoke the 6'2" 250-year-old super-human maniac you tortured for a few months. #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #writesky #biopunk #amwriting #sci-fi

“You know,” it began, borderline conversational as its hand darted forward, grabbing the front of her shirt and pulling her towards it, up and up until she heard the threads rip; her feet barely scraped the ground. Shocking, that her clothes could withstand such monumental strength! Eight’s eyes drilled holes into her face but was expressionless otherwise. Though there was an imperceptible trembling in its thin voice, like it was holding back anger the likes of which it had yet to display. It continued, “—You know, I have been through quite a bit this last year or so, wouldn’t you agree? Given you played a direct role in my intermittent difficulties as of late, I should assume you do. Let me offer you a token of fucking wisdom, Dray: you do not want to see what happens when I lose my composure. Because even then I maintain restraint— I could twist your head off your fragile little shoulders and break every bone in your body. Yet I have not done that, have I— despite being so done with your insolence?"

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Stuff like speculative fiction can have all sorts of otherworldly aspects, but the realism is in the way the worldbuilding works with the setting / characters. If things make sense (including characterization), anything can feel 'real'! #writesky #queerwriters #writingcommunity

krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 20/03/2026

#Cats!! Cinnamon (Minnie, SmolAndSweetBaby, cinnnamon roll, Cinni Mini) and Neutrino (Weenie, The Ween, CEO of Weenie Hut Jr.) being absolutely adorable. Yes, I AM crying over how much I love my cats, how did you know?

tri color cat (brown, orange, and white) staring into the camera. she has very prominent whiskpers and her pupils are wide! she is standing on a guitar amp

predominately white tuxedo cat sitting on a faux-wood table next to a blue couch. She is staring just left of the camera and she’s sitting underneath a bright light, also slightly to her left

tri color cat (brown, orange, and white) staring into the camera. she has very prominent white whiskers and her pupils are wide! she is standing on basketball shorts

predominately white tuxedo cat staring into the camera. She’s lying down (in a ‘loaf’ position) with one paw sticking out. She is sitting on a black and orange-brown stool next to a dark brown table. Behind her is a brown garbage can

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krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 20/03/2026

This one is long… lol “Somehow, in the future— w-we made it. We can make it! I-I’m certain, you see, you just… you-you need to… to…” Infinity stopped such an impassioned plea short. Hummed after a moment. “And then it had a seizure.” #WritingCommunity #sci-fi #WIPSnips #amwriting #Writesky

“A man came through a portal— he warped here— and he called himself ‘List’. I am certain that is not his real name. He has given me information that I cannot properly comprehend— therefore, I have been unable to parse the truth from the bullshit. Regardless, it is clear to me that List is from a different time and world… or something to that effect. He indicated as much, at least, and I believe him. The evidence is in his accent— his clothing. He is fundamentally foreign to me, to us— to you. But he knows me— you. What we will look like, where we will be, and at some point he’s going to warp back here and visit you.

“Understand me: I have seen him only once.”

He said he’s going to come back, as I mentioned, but— for the ‘next one’. Hah! That’s you, Eight! S-So you must be prepared— listen to me very closely. He stated repeatedly that he doesn’t have a lot of time to talk, and he will leave as soon as he realizes— as soon as he knows that you cannot help him. B-But you must— y-you see, this is important— you must ask everything you can. Specific questions— ask about the ‘Eight’ he knows. We’re involved in this— of course we are. We built the machine which lets him step through time and space. Learn what you can, everything you can, so you can earn this immortality the way the other one has! We deserve it, don’t you think? We’ve done enough, w-we’ve suffered enough! You must be ready, and I-I must repeat this again: List will not visit you twice.

“To bide your time, you must tell him whatever he wants to know. Anything at all— everything, if you must. If you have no answers, bullshit him as long as you can, tell him whatever- whatever it takes, yes? Keep him there and gain his trust somehow, and appeal to his generosity. Because he has the solution— he knows an ‘Eight’ that is still alive. Somehow, in the future— w-we made it. We can make it! I-I’m certain, you see, you just… you-you need to… to…”

Infinity stopped such an impassioned plea short. Hummed after a mom…

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“Ideally he will be moved out of this unit within the next few days, depending on how quickly his doctors request additional testing. If one of them starts bitching about a sudden dip in his stores of iron— tell them to give him a fucking supplement.“ #WritingCommunity #WIPSnips #biopunk

“Give it four hours,” said Infinity, and it wiped the needle down before disassembling the syringe. “Healing is not so quick a process— but this will be accelerated. Ideally he will be moved out of this unit within the next few days, depending on how quickly his doctors request additional testing. If one of them starts bitching about a sudden dip in his stores of iron— tell them to give him a fucking supplement. Though I don’t anticipate that being an issue, there’s an annoying trend I’ve found in the medical community which glorifies incompetence. But, you are a studious custodian to his health. Hours and hours sitting here, waiting. Fighting on his behalf— it is quite admirable.”

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Eight doesn’t REMEMBER going to medical school, but it absolutely went to medical school. Dennis was in the militia so I mean, he can operate military equipment! And uh would also not break under brutal torture. That counts, right? #WritingCommunity #Amwriting #Writesky #OCAsk

Eight tends to wake up utterly terrified anyway so being woken up by a loud noise would only add to the immediate panic attack of ‘who am I, what’s going on, what happened’!! Dennis would immediately assume Eight is doing something chaotic and terrible! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AwesomeCharacters

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This is so visceral. The typewriter / physical media aesthetic is a favorite of mine, too. But most importantly, the phrase "You are the pentobarbital held in the syringe: want housed in a thin layer of malice" is going to stick in my head for a long time!

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It's been over a year and I'm still writing these characters 😩🙏 Living my best #writing life lmao. #WritingCommunity #amwriting #writesky

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Anti-abortion arguments are always based in sheer ignorance. I have no further commentary, I just wanted to say that.

krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 18/03/2026

Can’t sleep because I read a stupid comment on YT and now I have 6000 angry bees buzzing around in my head >:( my fault for reading comments on a video though. alas

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krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 18/03/2026

Ya boi is back babeyyyy. (God i hate social media.) But YA BOI IS BACK BABEYYYY

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krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 18/03/2026

Copyright is INCREDIBLY important. A lot of people claim getting rid of it would help liberate creatives but it’s really the opposite. The only ones who’d benefit from a lapse of copyright law are the Corpos, and they don’t need more help screwing the little guy #WriteStuff

krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 23/07/2025

Man, sharing my opinion online is super easy when I don't look at or engage with the replies. Highly recommended for anyone with insecurity issues and a staunch position on shit, because I have never felt better. I mean touching grass helps too but shhhhhhh shhh shh shhhhhhhhhhh.

krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 15/06/2025

Youtube censored my comment about corporate greed and how shareholders at the company are more concerned with their bottom line than anything else, but I reported a comment for literally dropping the N word and 40 minutes later, it’s still up. #censorship #botcomments

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krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 31/01/2025

Social media is exhausting and so are people

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✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 23/01/2025

The #WIPSnips word for January 23 is "party" because it's my birthday! Although, I've had a stomach bug, so I haven't felt much up to partying... party for me! Or at least let your characters have a party 😀 #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag
January 23 - party
Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration
Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics
Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine.
Support others on the #WIPSnips tag!
Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social

The image behind the text is a border that is black with stars with a light blue rectangle highlighted by a fuchsia line. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner

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krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 23/01/2025

quick, draw what you're wearing! 5 minutes max

shadow blob human thing on a blue background. the lines are done in white. i got a t shirt, boxers, socks, and glasses

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krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 23/01/2025

“…Every single fucking second I have to look at you makes me regret having created you at all. An accomplishment of wild proportions you may be, and yet you still make me sick.” #WritingCommunity #amwriting #sff #biopunk #writesky Doing #WIPsnips is an endless cycle of ‘did i share this yet or??’

“I’m wondering why. Are you in physical pain? Are you terrified of dying? Are you wasting my fucking time by being so fucking pathetic—you called me weak. You… are the weakest of us, yes? Certainly compared to me. That’s why you’re crying, and also why you’re on the floor sniveling like a coward. Every single fucking second I have to look at you makes me regret having created you at all. An accomplishment of wild proportions you may be, and yet you still make me sick.”
Infinity said nothing. What could it say? Eight was right in a lot of ways. It was true that they were the same— that if nothing else, they shared the same issues. That Eight was so deeply offended being called weak, only to throw that very same insult… because it knew how true it felt for both of them.

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krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 22/01/2025

As Dennis finally stood up, feeling an uncomfortable weight that had crept into his bones within the last couple years—it was age, weariness, and now this exhaustion. #WritingCommunity #BrusBookshop #Writesky

krovris @krovris.bsky.social · 22/01/2025

it is too cold. TOO COLD.