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arocishet romance storyteller • autistic • depressive+anxious • celt • thornback • expanding my paradigm Heart of Gold via www.loveafricapress.com Fairytail Romance self-pubbed www.marcherwitch.com @marcherwitch on youtube, patreon, literotica, etc

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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 5m
it's october... oh fuck, it's october... 23 days until my first author signing event... please come #reading fans so i'm not the kid picked last for teams so to speak... #books #writingcommunity #swansea #swanseaevents #whatsonswansea
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 23h
#WIPSnips sure... realise you're in love in chapter four, asshole, i wasn't trying to build to a big realisation or anything...
She wiped a hand across her face, rubbing hard at her eyes.

“I’m going to find whoever is risking you,” she set the warm hand against his face and he felt that sensation go through his whole body. “And I’m going to murder them. You need to know that, Tobias.”

He raised his eyes to hers.

He had loved her since she had held his hand while his leg was stitched. As she stared into his eyes and stroked his hair, he wondered if it was possible to command his body the way she did, to want to kill on his behalf, without loving him. 

If I die with no other woman even knowing my name I’d be fine. But her? I want her to love me with a ferocity and need I barely comprehend. But…

What if she was just bored out of her mind? What if it was just loneliness from the loss of a bosom friend?

Guarding his heart had been a lost cause for years, but perhaps he could guard his dignity. 

She yawned behind her hand.

And he looked at her glove-encased fingers.

“Bed or shopping then, darling mistress?”

Her smile was a reward in itself. He felt a wobbling affinity with the title. He was certainly not master of his own heart, desire, or safety. She was mistress of all.
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Micah @rincewind.run · 30/09/2026
seriously: every western regime should deny any and all relief and sabotage this administration as hard as possible
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Moira Donegan @moiradonegan.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Maybe no one is more hated than women who resist rape. I’ve come to believe that women who have been, as I was, “public survivors” have a responsibility not to flinch in these face of this hate. I have a lot of rage about that time, but I don’t have any shame.
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S. Morgan Burbank the Ankle-Posting Harlot @anotherindiewriter.com · 29/09/2026
Two days left in September. I need four sales of books to keep my sales streak alive. Please consider picking up one of my books for your shelf this month! If you like sapphic sci-fi, my stories are for you. And they're pretty good, if I do say so myself. anotherindiewriter.itch.io
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juno Rylee Schultz @junoryleejournalism.com · 08/09/2026
if liberals cared about trans rights then they wouldn’t say things like “I’m sorry but we’re not hiring right now” and then hire people less qualified than the trans person a week later but it happens all the time
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
quote with your art with the best shadows
digital art of a man in a hood with shelves of magic curios behind him
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Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
Hey friends of the #WritingCommunity & #WriteSky! 👋💚 Please join me in October for 🍲📚 #LitHodgepodge 📚🍲, a game of daily #writingprompts with a dash of this and a dollop of that, questions with meat plus a sprinkling of garnishes. Let’s have some miscellaneous fun! More info & preview below ⬇️
LITERARY HODGEPODGE
An October Prompt Game of Miscellaneous Proportions

[Graphics of stars, a crow, and a smoking cauldron with a tiny frog on its side]

DAILY THEMES

MONDAYS WITH MARCEL
Answer interview questions from the Proust Questionnaire as your character (and yourself, if you wish!)

TUESDAY TROPES
Discuss (and snip, if you wish) archetypes & tropes in your WIP

WEDNESDAY WORDSMITHS
Share a snip from your WIP that showcases a specified literary element or stylistic device

THURSDAY THRIFTED THERAPY
Dive (un)deep into the (pop) psychology of your character

FRIDAY FLIGHTS OF FANCY
Indulge in some frivolous “what if” daydreaming about your writing

SATURDAY SNAP JUDGMENTS
Post a non-AI image of your character and invite others to make assumptions about them

SUNDAY SHOUT & SHARE
Connect with other writers in the community by asking questions about the writing process

[Graphic of a talking black cat]
“Lighthearted fun! Fun connections! Connect light hearts?”

Hosted by @pamelajeong.bskysocial
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Virgil James @virgiljames.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
#WIPSnips Okay this is a very long one- but this entire snippet (while in desperate need of a makeover) is cute to me and has "well" all throughout so I figured I'd might as well get the entire thing. Especially since I've never shared this before lol
“I hope you like it here, Alice.” Madigan says as he walks away. The rest of the creatures disperse too, all except for Vladimir and Viktor, who ran up to her as she was studying the new blue glitter of her skin.

“Your eyes are blue! And your skin is glittery as well! That’s… weird…” Vladimir said, getting very close to her face to study it.

“I guess so?” Alice replied, stepping back.

“Why are you bleeding?” Viktor asked, observing her nightgown.

“Oh… it’s not my blood.” Alice answered him.

“It’s not?”

Vladimir and Viktor looked at each other, then back at her with wide, crazed eyes as Vladimir asked excitedly, “Who’d you kill, then?”Alice sputtered, not used to anyone else being as homicidal as she was. “Uh — well — I kilt my sister’s best friend ‘cuz she wanted to send me to a institution… but most of this ain’t hers.”

“Whose blood is the rest of it?”

“Nanabozho kilt the man that was chasin’ me, so, most of this is his.”

“Cool!” Vladimir and Viktor exclaimed together, then looked each other incredulously.

“Hey, I said it first!”

“No, I did!”

They argued like that for a while, while Alice looked between them, trying not to laugh. Then, Viktor reluctantly let Vladimir win the argument, and turned back to Alice to ask, “Hey, how old are you?”

“I’m ten, why?”

“Oh, you’re younger than us, we’re twelve —”“Did you have a husband?” Vladimir asked excitedly.

Alice’s face scrunched up. “A husband?”

“Yeah! A lot of girls around us got married around your age! It was usually the poor girls getting married that early though, were you poor?”

“Well, I was a slave, so I was worse than poor. But no, I never had a husband.”

“Why not?”

“Ion like men, they gross. I set my enslavers on fire, but if I ain’t and they tried to make me marry a man, I woulda kilt him, too. I wanted to have a wife, though.”

“Oh…”

Vladimir and Viktor looked at each other again, then Viktor said, “Well, we don’t like men either — we wanted to grow up and have wives, too! Maybe we can still can one day. You too, Alice.”
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
#WIPSnips i had to skip a lot of "well done"s during the sex scenes because they're very first draft still so tadah...
“Oh, yes. I was shot earlier.”

Tobias stood, still reeling from the magic of her mouth, and tried to not react to her blasé response.

“What?” She looked innocent for a moment and then grinned. “I’m fine. It grazed my hip. I just need a bandage and some vinegar. If that!”

Thanks to her and Gwen’s horrifically difficult lives, they kept a medical box in the kitchen. It was in need of restocking, but it allowed him to get clean cotton over the small trench the ball had ripped through her flesh. Holding it in place, his fingers touched the tail end of another of her scars.

And he wondered.

“Well?” She asked, her flaxen-brown hair dampened to brown by sweat and the mist outside.

“You’re a miracle,” he replied, holding her gaze, “and for as long as you’ll let me, I am going to worship you. But you cannot dismiss your injuries. Please?”

He kissed her jaw, and she obligingly tilted her head back so he could taste her neck. 

She slid off the table and back onto his lap.

“I’ll take it,” she stroked his hair with fingers just as tender as his own. “But… you want to know how I was injured. The other times. You’ve always wanted to ask.”
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
i would like to fish for compliments, please, by showing off my digital art progress!
scratchy single layer drawing of marguerite, one of my vampire the masquerade fellow charactersart i did for keywhispers' asmr channel because i am chasing him around like a naughty puppy trying to get ai out of his mouth
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Hannah Who @notablyuncool.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Normalize trans joy!
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Scarlet Mitchell ⚒️ The Gerzean Blade out NOW!😍 @scarletvmitchell.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Good reminders for formatting!
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
wanna prove you support indie and self-published authors without going near a conglomerate to buy their books? are you in south wales or on the GWR line? come see us at brangwen hall, swansea on the 24th October! www.eventbrite.co.uk/o/indie-love...
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Indie Love Wales
Indie Love is a small events company that aims to support self-published authors and host more tailored industry events in Wales. Our goal is to grow the Indie Welsh Romance community and offer a safe...
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🫜 Jim the Vampire 🫜 @jimthevampire.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Only got the one primed and I definitely shared a long time ago, but here we go with *primed* #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #sff #StatuesErode
As they watched, lights sprang back to life in windows on the inner ring of the station. Within a few seconds, the spin speed increased. Caul was staring at streams of text that he used to be able to read from here, on her console, “Captain, Station Rec confirms that the situation is resolved. Huh. It reiterates our orders to leave.”
 He scratched his chin, concern and irritation were knotting in his stomach. “The Rec says? What about station command?”
He watched her shake her head, “Nothing sir. Just orders from the Rec.”
What could he actually do about it? They didn’t need help, Tartarus didn’t have much help to offer. Win, win? He felt himself shrug. “Well, so be it. Lets get out of here. Engineering,” he called out, knowing Toren would be waiting. “Are my ULD’s ready?”
A brief hiss of static; “Aye Captain…Ultra Light Drive is primed. Reaction mixes are stable. Give the word.”
The last wasn’t entirely warranted, but he let it slide.
“The word is given. Punch it.”
Elara nodded once from her station. Her hands flying across the console tapping buttons. 
The rumbling of the drives was replaced by high pitched whine. There was a brief feeling of inertia and out of the porthole, stars stretched out into infinite lines around them and the engines settled back to a low rumble. And it was done.
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#WIPSnips ah ha! regency cheat code!
For a quarter hour they aided the Watch with their enquiry while a crowd of burly grooms who had come with Josh acted as a Greek chorus.

And she got to see Major Tobias Merrick throw english affront at everyone. He used the words ruffian and footpads. He even threatened to go over their heads to the Runners. He handed the serjeant his visiting card, for goodness’ sake! She even threw a snotty ‘disgraceful’ into the melange. By the time they were done as much light as this summer ever managed filled the street and the Watch were calling him ‘yer grace’ and ‘milord’.

Then she went back to the horses with Josh, soothing and calming the big, frightened creatures. And she listened to the grooms talk about how strange it was to see such prime beasts on an old-fashioned and tatty carriage. Talking about each joint and their behaviour and movements.

It helped. A little.

Slowly the hard, cold violence dropped into trembling shock, and she shoved simmering anger into the hole to force herself calm.

She was glaring, arms folded, elbow pinning a handkerchief over her scratch, when Tobias approached. His eyes started to shift over her dirtied walking dress and jacket.
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
boons in #vampirethemasquerade are kinda like receipts in real housewives... like everyone's living slightly uneasy until someone comes ready to collect...
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honeybea @writing-bea.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
“Watched” instead of “observe”. Callista’s challenger brings a weapon more suited for killing Beasts to their duel… #WritingCommunity #Writing #WriteSky
Alexandra turned to mask her embarrassment for nearly causing a scene, catching the approach of Yvette's page. Clutched in her hands was a flamberge, a greatsword that stood taller than the princess herself, dark-gray steel that matched the skies. Its blade snaked back and forth, each curve making it all the more unwieldy. No knight that she had ever met used something so massive and vicious in this era.
Even Alexandra, fledgling student under Callista that she was, knew it was no weapon for dueling. But it traded hands over to Yvette, who set herself to inspecting its aged metal.
She watched Callista's eyes narrow, then relax. The only explanation she would give was muttered under her breath:
"So, that is your intention. So be it."
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Rodario @rodario.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
My snip for the word of today: Observe (watch) Kiradeii struggles with her hyper active dragon and separating their thoughts and senses from her own #WIPSnips #Writesky
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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Kenneth explains how he came to be infected and how Midran laws differ to those of Eilbree. The conversation leaves Dr Edwards with plenty to mull over. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire
“Why not kick him off sooner? Didn’t you suspect something was off when he made a lunge at your neck?”

“He was kissing my neck,” the vampire replied, a hint of defiance creeping into his voice. 

“Is that…” Dr Edwards swallowed. “That’s something you wanted him to be doing?”

“What are you going to do? Report me?” Dolpuc scoffed. “You know young Mack has a cousin, a male cousin, who is married to the Duke of Stonegard? They just dropped it into conversation over dinner while they were talking about some trade deal they cut on their last trip to Eilbree. Might as well have been remarking on the weather. I’d have moved here years ago if I’d have known.”

“Lots of people do,” observed Edwards. The vampire looked at him questioningly with bloodshot eyes so he elaborated; “I’ve sometimes had to get patients out of Eilbree in a hurry.”

“And now you’re trying to bring one back.” 
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Oona tries to figure out how her sister has money. Turns out Johee had a side business secretly fixing electronics Then, Oona answers another mystery What's a kunit? Just assume it's cat-like #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Stars, Sparkling Like Snow👩‍🔧💊
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I try to picture anybody on the ship hiding a pet, much less an electronic one. It's as hard to swallow as the assortment of food Johee's ordering for us is going to be. "You made that up."

"Nuh uh. It's pure truth."

"Who has an android kunit?"

Johee's lips twist into a smirk. "Lieutenant Evu."

It takes a bit to figure out exactly who that is. "In the pharmacy?"

"How do you think I got the right hormones?" Her face shines with
triumph. I'm not sure if it's at the feat of shocking me or from beating the system.

Three years ago, I started the hormone treatment all Hanarans in
their teens are subject to. It calmed my moods and regulated my cycle, and I found that the boys that had started to attract me no longer did.
When Johee started the treatment, I was surprised to find the effects very different. I OBSERVED other boys our age, but most were like me, uninterested in romance. When Johee flirted with them, they didn't show interest, simply embarrassment. Nobody on the ship flirted like Johee, at least none of the teens.
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#WIPSnips had to thesaurus this one! right at the start of Ruin The Earl!

“Goodbye,” Tess gripped her friend’s warm hands. Gwen was so rarely cold, but this summer was freezing, what would winter be like in the wilds of the northern welsh coast?

Gwen winked and silently mouthed:

“Au revoir.”

And Tess nodded emphatically.

Then she watched her friend board the mail coach, mentally wrapping iron wire around herself, trying to bolster herself so she did not collapse in the dirty puddles. She folded her arms, gloved hands hidden in the long sleeves of the tatty man’s greatcoat she wore over pelisse and dress and underdress and as many underclothes as she could bear.

Gwen was civilly refusing to let someone make her switch seats.

She hoped she would not see “mail coach massacre” in any papers.

But Gwen was the goddess of war, after all. What could anyone expect?

“Goodbye, Athena,” she called as the last passenger hurried to climb on.

“Stay safe, Eris!” Came the reply, the beloved voice warped by unshedable tears.
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wanna prove you support indie and self-published authors without going near a conglomerate to buy their books? are you in south wales or on the GWR line? come see us at brangwen hall, swansea on the 24th October! www.eventbrite.co.uk/o/indie-love...
eventbrite.co.uk
Indie Love Wales
Indie Love is a small events company that aims to support self-published authors and host more tailored industry events in Wales. Our goal is to grow the Indie Welsh Romance community and offer a safe...
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"if killing my love interest's enemies is meddling, i guess pin me to the wall!" - Vala and Tess "i make his life immeasurably better!" - Tison "um... yeah no, he's the meddler!" - Kinti and Mawde
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i am astounded that i can't do today's wipsnips word "meddle"... i suspect my women have forbidden the use of the word and i autknatically type "help" instead...
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btw, i know i'm pushing back the release of Snowbear, the artist who does the covers needs more time!
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why use kindle still? well kobo removed my book without notifying me, i can't make bookshop.org work as a self published author, and no kne has ever bought my pdf book from my website... the occasional two pound fifty in royalties from kindle was a nice little pat now and then...
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CUUUUUUUUUUUUNTS if i, a cisgender woman with the same hair colour and roughly the same weight as my passport photo, can't get KDP to verify my identity... just... cunts...
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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Hmm... what's going on here? Wrong answers only! #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire
Once loosened, it tumbled halfway to the floor before catching on his equally damp shirt and sticking. The doctor pulled back, breathlessly, his glasses fogged.
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Close enough. You all asked for BigBad "playing with" Ace scenes, right? ❗CW: gun use; description of previous mutilation❗ #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Master/Puppet🦹🔫
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"What do you say we play a game, Acey?"

"No." My mind works furiously on how to take advantage of the situation. I'm free, but I'm weak, and my hands are still stuck together. The left one's disgusting, purple with the pinkie missing and the other fingers not quite at the right angles. But the rope is loose around them since he cut it.

He drops me to the ground and heads for the console. My right hand's cramped and the wrist is raw, but I manage to work my hands loose from their remaining ties. Not enough time to act before he turns to me, holding a gun. It's the old-fashioned kind with a tumbler and six shots.

Shit, I don't know what to-- There's no time, no place to-- Evie, I plead, save me. I'm in her head, she could, but she doesn't.

"Let's find out how many bullets are in here, yeah?"

He spins the chamber and aims at my good hand.

"Oh, god, please."

Click.

I breathe out, pushing myself back from him until I hit the wall. 

"What power does Danny have?" He aims at my balls.

"Nothing! Nothing! He's not super! He's human!" I scream.

Click.
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
#WIPSnips dun dun duuuuhramaaaa
Because she knew whether he was George the spy, Major Merrick the soldier, or Tobias, he would never be unfaithful. And the will they-won’t they teasing between them was going to be severed. Deep in her gut a painful pit opened. 

She was going to miss him terribly, but losing him the same day she lost Gwen was going to devastate her.

What else could it be? What else would he not just tell her?

The air by her head twitched. 

Then the report of a gun broke the morning light.

Her heart pounded in her ears, but her body moved before her brain even comprehended. She shoved him sideways. He tumbled shoulders first off the side of the carriage seat. Then she swung around the opposite way, from the seat to the perch at the back. One arm closed around the torso of his tiger Josh, and she fell off the back, letting go of the frame and using her body to cushion the boy’s fall.

She was not so plump that it didn’t hurt.

“Sidestreet,” she scrambled up, pulling the boy up. “Wait.”

She looked down through the wheels and the jobbing, sidestepping horses’ legs. 

“When I go, you go, you run, you find anyone and you bring them here.”
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
i think bluesky did a twitter and unfollowed a few people i know i would be following... so if you get a sudden follow from me, c'est ça!
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
#WIPSnips from Snowbear which counts as a wip for a few more days!
“Wild, Vala!” Iraja came alongside and put an arm around her. “You are not fine. You are allowed to not be fine!”

“In Selkrost maybe,” Vala dipped her shoulder to be free of the embrace. 

They trooped down to the mossy bank of the stream where it pooled deep and cool. She could almost feel the cold water on her skin. Denmother Rowahn, still human but not speaking, gestured to the water. Vala picked her spot, closed her eyes, and stepped out into the air.

She felt it slower than it happened, her body not able to process the icy water as it hit her feet, shins, knees, thighs, belly, breasts, throat, and swallowed up her head. 

The water welcomed her back, and she held her breath and felt regret and remorse flood from her heart. And forgiveness surrounded her for a moment. Never before had the spirit been so distinct to her, so real. Not just a vague feeling, but definite communication.

She felt peace.
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Christine Szczesniak @szczesniakchristin.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Her hair fell into her eyes when she nodded, and she swiped it out of the way with her palm. “Daddy doesn’t let me in when friends are here.”
Right. I was just another one of Daddy’s friends. Nothing unusual. No one to remember. “And you’re such a good girl for listening.”
I could just leave. Her father more than likely had a steady stream of friends visiting. But the little girl kept me frozen in place. She tilted her head to the side, calculating, and like she’d decided something important, she blinked slowly. “I like your green hair.”
My stomach sank all the way to my knees as I lowered myself to her level. “Thank you. And I love your pretty dress. I had one just like it when I was your age.” I tossed a look over my shoulder at the closed door behind me. “Your dad wasn’t feeling great, he’s taking a nap. But do you think I could have a drink before I leave?”
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
omg the ai ads are now actively targetting harry potter fans because still into ai and still into terfling is a venn diagram circle...
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
are any of my #WIPSnips peeps gonna be at IndieLoveWales in swansea next month?
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Chris Holcombe Author @chrisholcombe.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
Speakeasies—especially 🏳️‍🌈 speakeasies—had signals and codes to protect themselves. Dive into Hidden Gotham: tinyurl.com/3sb58f36 #WIPSnips #booksky #authorsky #writersky #mysterybooks #mysterysky #noir #1920s #queerbooks #lgbtqbooks #gaybooks #queerwriters #lgbtqwriters #queernoir 💙⚡️📚 💙⏳📚 🌈✒️
Kindle screenshot of a scene from The Double Vice, in which gay speakeasy owner Dash Parker describes the secret codes and signals to protect his patrons from the police.Book cover for THE DOUBLE VICE, the 1st Hidden Gotham Novel, as shown on a tablet device. A man in a tuxedo stands next to a man in a white work shirt and suspenders. They’re in the middle of a smoky speakeasy, the background colors red and orange. Tendrils of smoke float across the book’s title. 

Behind the tablet is a sparkly gold table cloth. A red flask rests in the lower right corner.
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Liz (Ash) Hill @jlizhill.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
Kathian, talking with their mentor Eutimia, about a problem named Nakht in book 2. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky
She touched their arm briefly, always the signal to take what she was about to say seriously. “Do not do anything foolish or rash. Don’t run off to confront Nakht, and don’t take her lightly, Kathian, because as much potential as you have, she could kill you without a second thought. She’s never admitted to an exact age that I know of, but from records I’ve seen, she’s at least eight thousand years old. And possessed of no conscience whatsoever. Promise me you’ll be careful around her.”

She was right. They hated it, but they couldn’t help Jehani by being reckless. “I promise.”
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
#WIPSnips slap bang in the middle of an exposition dump...
The end of the war had not signalled peace for him and his ilk. The task of getting those Olympiennes who wanted it out of Paris, the failed attempt to find the man who had murdered Aphrodite, and then Vienna and his constant mission in Turin… And then the descent to Waterloo. He was back in Italy, trying to prevent Savoy troops supporting the Emperor’s return, fucking up supply trains, anything…then riding hard to the battle itself.

His Uncle had died of apoplexy when the false news of defeat hit London.

And Tobias had become a fucking Earl… And he’d separated himself into two men. Tobias Merrick, Lord Ferlay, Earl of Whit, and George, who spent time either with Dalglish or the Olympiennes. Duty and administration on one hand, contentment on the other.

Tess’ hand by his leg calmed his soul but his conscience was in tatters. He simply did not want her to know he was One of Them. He’d come to her whenever he could, playing dominoes with Gwen while Tess sat by his side or on his knee. They talked political theory and what utopia would need and aristocracy was something they all rejected out of hand. He brought poetry and novels and they took turns reading them.
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
theory... men who send a row of heart eye emojis are basic bitches... they have no fandom but football or podcasts... they don't remember shit you've already said... they cannot give an original compliment!
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
was too M.E.ish to rp an interaction toward the end of our #VampireTheMasquerade game and for *once* diceroller backed me up and long story short now the head of the vampire secret police gave me his card and said "call me if you're ever arrested"... also feat. "i'm at a fight club protecting
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 19/09/2026
#WIPSnips Ruin The Earl! this time... cw aftermath of a ptsd episode
“I’m here,” she replied. 

Lowering his hands, he fixed his eyes on her knees.

“What in hell–” whispered the indolent lad in the other chair.

“I have the most delightful gown in need of your payment, Tobias,” she murmured, and she set her injured hand over his. “And then we’re going home.”

Home.

For years he had listened to soldiers talk about going home, rebels talking about saving their home, invaders aggrandising theirs. His childhood one had been arguing with his father in unfashionably dark halls. His rooms had always been just another disguise.

But when she said it?

“I want to go home,” he lifted his eyes, then his hand, raising hers so he could kiss the padded fingers.

“Then go pay for my dress, Toby!”

He focused out of habit, fear and reticence gone. The code name. There was danger. That meant she was in danger. 

No.

“Whatever my mistress wants,” his voice came out suitably strong but he was scrambling. What if that debilitating feeling came back?
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
what should we do with the PM? Burn 'em...
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
as we slide finally into autumn and thus approach "oh fuck... xmas shopping"... and you have those relatives who are right wing but you need tostay on the good side of... remember "i got you a charity donation" can include, say, The Black Trans Foundation, Mermaids etc this xmas... give spite!
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
ok, is it just me... or are other people who date guys finding 😍😍😍😍😍 is a huge early warning red flag?
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
my latest That's So Aromantic™ thing was one of our #VampireTheMasquerade players saying her character wants to bind her life essence to her npc lover's so when they die, they die together... and i just sat there, staring at discord like this [+points to gif+] because bitch you are immortal!!!
static.klipy.com
Schitt's Creek: David Rose's 'Whoa' Moment
Alt: Schitt's Creek: dan levi holding a script and looking utterly disgusted
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
#WIPSnips i missed you! from Snowbear
Her shoulders ached with how much she wanted to smooth her hands over the tension, to lean against his back and wrap her arms around him like the old days. She was years distant from him but at the same time it was as though the time had dissipated like morning mist in the sun. Insurmountable distance, but under her skin nonetheles

And that voice...

Deeper, quieter, and even filled with venom and anger it shook her.

"Go rabid, boy!" The older man, his skin like mottled on, his face already swelling like a waterskin.

"Packleader." His voice was even and he half turned his face, taking his eyes off her attacker and enraging he man with that disrespect.

"Rorsch?" She stepped alongside him, tightening the last buckle of her prosthetic and folding her arms, the wooden one uppermost.

"I think this foul-souled bully is bad for the tribe. I call for him to go Lone."
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
facial dysmorphia pro: drawing my youtube thumbnails using my own face but every one looks different... (so far it's not helping the self loathing aspect but i... i think it might be helping rationalise the warping thing my brain does...)
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
being british means occasionally getting baffled by nickleback and lightsabre...
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Holly March she/her 📚💙❤️‍🔥🌶️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏳️‍🌈 @marcherwitch.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
if you're a woman with small breasts, cis or trans, and you are sitting wishing you had big bouncers... i beg you... search "evening gown" on pinterest and look at backless gowns... cut outs... gowns with those soft swooping halternecks or asymmetry that just cover the boobs with the midriff bare.
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