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beetle moses @beetlemoses.bsky.social · 55m

Three panel comic. Panel 1: a beetle is on the phone in his house. He says, “hey man— for the party tonight… don’t bring any poop.” Panel 2: on the other end of the call is a dung beetle. He responds, “really? You sure?” Panel 3: shrugging towards another dung beetle, the first dung beetle says, “he says they’re good on poop.” Somewhat incredulous, the second dung beetle says, “I just rolled it!” He is leaning against a mostly out of frame huge ball of poop.

CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 9h

#WIPSnips Longer one today but important in the context of the rest of the story. Tala finds one of the newly assigned Guards protecting Rodgier asleep on his doorstep and decides to correct that… #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt

Rodgier wasn't awake yet when she padded out of Reka's room. In the few moments they'd spent together he seemed increasingly frayed, and though he would not say it outright, she knew the Faithful were causing him no end of stress. She made every effort to ghost through the house, washing her face and teeth without making a noise. Let the man sleep.
More concerning was that the Guardsman at Rodgier's front door was also not awake.
Tala stood over him as he sat loosely on a stool snoring softly into his chest, hoping he was pretending or at least aware enough to sense her there. When he made no move other than his deep breathing, she swung her hand back, made sure her nails were short enough they wouldn't scratch him, and slapped him full in the face.
The crack of her hand meeting his jaw echoed in the dark gardens. The guardsman spurted awake and fell onto the Sovereign's porch. Before he regained himself, she pounced, seizing him by the face and letting her nails out enough to dig into his cheeks. Now that she looked at him, this man was barely older than her, maybe younger.
"Good morning, Guardsman." She hissed.
Still shaking off the slap, it took his eyes a moment to focus on her. "Good Morning, Lady Tala."
She hardly qualified as a Lady, her closest connection to Rodgier besides Reka being her First Mother, who was not of any esteemed birth or one of the sovereigns better known functionaries. She would take it for the moment though. "What is your name Guardsman?"
"Bett, ma'am." He supplied, trying to get up. She let her nails out a little more, flexing her ring finger so that that one drew blood. He froze.
"Guardsman Bett." She leaned closer to his face and flattened her ears. "If I meant harm to Lord Rodgier, do you know what you would be right now?"
The poor boy looked ready to wet himself. "Dead, ma'am."

"Dead," she confirmed. "And I would be free to do whatever | wished to our Lord Sovereign. Does that sound like you would have fulfilled your duty to him, Guardsman Bett?" She released his face and stepped back.
Bett needed a couple tries sorting out his shaking legs to stand again. He was actually quite a bit taller than Tala, though that wasn't an extraordinary thing to be, and well built. If she hadn't gotten the drop on him she would not have lasted a second in a straight fight. "No ma'am."
"Then see this does not happen again." Tala took a deep breath and let her ears flex back upright. She looked around the porch. "There are supposed to be two of you. Where is your partner?"
"Returning now my lady." Said a deep female voice behind her.
She turned to see a woman with deep tan skin, a half foot taller than her, and twice as wide at the shoulders mounting the stairs that lead to the porch. "Guardsman Mella returning from patrol, ma'am."
"A patrol long enough for your partner to fall asleep, Guardsman Mella?" Her tail lashed around her ankles in annoyance, which she did not bother to stop.
"Full rounds of the gardens ma'am," Mella's cheeks took on a little more color, "and perhaps a visit to the privy."
Tala snorted and folded her arms in front of her. It was difficult to look down your nose at people taller than you, but years of practice and her mother's example made her an expert at it.
"When you are relieved by the next shift, go to First Captain Aman." She held no real authority over Arlo's father, but had worked with him to set up Rodgier's guard, so maybe her word meant something. "Tell him I advised you to have a separate patrol for the garden, and that they are to relieve you for privy breaks. I don't want this door left unguarded for any length of time." She gave a withering look to Bett, "Guarded attentively.
Am I understood?"
"Yes ma'am!" They both came to attention on either side of her.

"Good," she stepped so that she was just outside their reach again. "I will follow up with the First Captain to make sure he gets my message tonight," she smiled sweetly without letting the venom leave her eyes. "But I trust this little incident will remain between us?"
That got nods from them both.
In response she turned on her heel and strode away with purpose. The reddening mark on Bett's face would likely cause talk enough, and doubtless Mella would rib him about it for days, so hopefully the message was received. She did feel some remorse for hitting him though. Reka or Arlo would have handled that better. They always had a way of bringing the best in people without even really trying.
But they were both off on their mission. And besides, hardly anyone knew how to do this sort of thing anymore. The Lord Sovereign had not needed even a ceremonial guard for at least the last thousand years. If they got results, then she would have to be content with her own methods.

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Sam King @samcking.bsky.social · 21h

I hope everyone has a Hussein

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⭐️eunnie⭐️ @eunnieboo.bsky.social · 28/05/2024

pink in the night (2019)

lyric comic to pink in the night, by mitski. page 1 text: and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right. scene 1: a little boy and girl are sitting in the rain. the boy wipes away tears, having tripped and scratched a knee. the girl leans forward to kiss the small wound. scene 2: the two friends are in elementary school, holding hands. the boy looks at a picture depicting a mom, dad, and child.

page 2 text: can i try again, try again, try again. scene 1: high school. they lie on the floor during a study session, but they only have eyes for each other. scene 2: college. the same couple, only now they are two girls, kissing in bed. scene 3: the girls are getting married, exchanging a sweet kiss in a field of flowers. sunset colors cast warm light onto their wedding dresses.

page 3 text: try again, and again, and again. scene 1: the girls are moving in together. one dozes off against an unpacked moving box as the other kisses her head. scene 2: disneyland. both wear minnie mouse ears as they take a selfie, laughing at the kiss mark one has left on her wife's cheek. scene 3: the childhood friends have grown older. one woman hides a bouquet behind her back as they kiss over breakfast.

page 4 text: and again, and again, and again? scene 1: the women wake up in bed together, hints of grey in their hair. one kisses the other's bare shoulder. scene 2: a winter walk. they kiss as their dog plays in the snow. scene 3: the shore of a beach. the wives have greying hair and fine wrinkles, but they're still just as in love. they hold each other close, laughing, full of affection.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 21h

#AwesomeCharacters Tala, Arlo, and Mary are the ones with patience in the group, at least once Mary gets through some angsting in book 2. Roderika and Henet though? Absolutely have and will continue to leap before they look, jump into action, and otherwise detest any form of waiting.

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⭐️ Alina ⭐️ @alinalal.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

witch hat atelier

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geckowo @geckowo.bsky.social · 23h

slacker (repost)

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Sad Monster @dyre.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Hand-made and full of sad, I have #ebooks for sale. Queer horrors and fantasy what might be erotic: amberreinke.itch.io Queer erotic horrors what might be fantasy: lottieflocks.itch.io

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Randall Munroe @xkcd.com · 29/09/2026

Jupiter Icy Moons Explorer xkcd.com/3304/

4-panel comic. (1) April 2023: [JUICE space probe flying away from Earth] FROM EARTH: *JUICE* is en route to explore the icy moons of Jupiter! JUICE: *Wheee!* (2) August 2024: [JUICE flying past Earth] JUICE: ...So which planet was I visiting again? I got distracted. FROM EARTH: Jupiter! JUICE: Right, OK. (3) September 2026: [JUICE flies past Earth again] JUICE: Is Jupiter the one with all the rings? Or... FROM EARTH: No, the big one near it. JUICE: Got it! (4) January 2029: [JUICE returning to fly past Earth again] JUICE: And *which* moons am I looking at? FROM EARTH: Oh my *god*. FROM EARTH: Now I get why we budgeted for so many Earth flybys.

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Kasey Gifford @kaseygifford.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

This might be weird to say but the fact you can just watch a movie and be told a story anytime you want is kind of amazing at its core. Humans love being told stories that much.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 29/09/2026

#WritingPrompt “Those words rang in each of their thoughts with an odd familiarity, but any ability to think on them was lost amid the grief and rage taking over their shared consciousness.”

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Jeb 🇦🇺 🏳️‍⚧️ @jebdarsh.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Just a reminder i have cool friends who write cool things

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 29/09/2026

#OCasks Roderika: Brawn Tala: Brains Arlo: Brawn Henet: weirdly for such a smart character, their first option tends to be overwhelming (magical) force, so counterintuitively, Brawn Mary: Brains. #OCQOTD #WriteSky

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H (エイチ) @therealhanamaru.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Finally the -tober prompt that I can follow to my heart's content

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Sen @dresdencodak.com · 29/09/2026

Dungeon Meshi is probably my favorite modern manga, but the one thing it's missing is at no point is there a later chapter where Marcille & Falin just go to town on each other. I'm talking property damage, mysterious fires, animals howling one town over, etc. It would really have fit the story.

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Sen @dresdencodak.com · 29/09/2026

Honestly not even joking, a core theme in Dungeon Meshi is the characters learning that Falin has grown up and is her own person, and textually a lot of that is "independent woman who's terminally horny for Marcille"

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 29/09/2026

#TFOTSnip Oh this one’s tailor made for Tala. Wyldkin like her all have varying levels of animal features, and she’s a typical anime cat-girl type. Here’s her introduction into the story. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

3 - Roderika
"Wait, they want you to go?"
After what seemed like an eternity of dickering over increasingly minute details, Roderika emerged from the meeting hall and had immediately run into her two best friends,
Tala and Arlo.
Tala was her Handmaiden, a title only she seemed to take seriously, and the daughter of one of his father's Wyldkin advisors. They were the same age and had grown up together from their first memories of childhood. She was shorter than Roderika despite the best effort of the cat's ears poking up from the top of her head, bursts of white fluff contrasting the midnight black of the rest of her hair. Her twitching tail, its long and silky black fur slightly puffed in indignation, and her gold vertically slitted eyes were the only other signs she was anything but human.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 29/09/2026

#SeptemberWorldbuilders I’ve been reading The Poppy War, and by reading I mostly mean “a really jarring perspective shift halfway through the book knocked me out of it” and I’ve been too indecisive to move on to something else… Otherwise I’m doing another play-through of Elden Ring that’s been fun

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 29/09/2026

I hope whoever invented that shit Netflix (and now all the other streaming apps) does when you hover a show or movie and it immediately starts playing part of it/the trailer is going to their own special circle of hell when they die.

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Randall Munroe @xkcd.com · 29/09/2026

Slab Graveyard xkcd.com/3303/

4-panel comic. (1) PERSON 1: Any plans for Halloween? PERSON 2 with beret: Me and my friends are gonna check out a slab graveyard! (2) PERSON 1: What’s that? PERSON 2: When dense crust subducts, geologists think it might pile up at the bottom of the mantle. [illustration of Person 2’s related theory] (3) PERSON 2: We’re going to hide in the crust and ride it down to see. Wanna come? It’s gonna be spooky! (4) PERSON 1: Won’t that take millions of years? PERSON 2: Lots of time for ghost stories! PERSON 1: I think I’m good. PERSON 2: Too spooky? I understand.

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SPiNDLE @spindlesong.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

the new haircut for Otti, a bit messy, but what do you think!

An illustration by Spindle of the character Ottilie, a woman with short brown hair standing in front of a mirror, checking out her new haircut that her gf, Asimov (sitting on a bed in the back) cut

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SPiNDLE @spindlesong.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

lunch time

an artwork by Spindle of the characters Tess (a halfling woman with black hair in big space buns) eating noodles and sitting in front of Halden (a human with orange hair and long beard) who's also eating noodles.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 28/09/2026

#AwesomeCharacters Roderika, Tala, Arlo, and Henet all have pretty good and accurate perceptions of themselves… That came into being under idyllic circumstances. Now that things are much more dire, they are learning things about themselves that they had no reason to even imagine, and need to

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Jeremy Anninos @anninosart.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

🐍😈

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Better Things Are Possible @internethippo.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Going to work now feels like doing homework after the teacher quit and told the class that education is fake. Everyone just coasting on inertia and hoping there's still a point to all this

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olyester 🌼 @cco00oo.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

on sale

A digital painting of Leafeon

A leafeon naps in a basket of peppers at a produce stand bathed in sunlight. Partly eaten peppers sits nearby, while the price tag has been replaced with a half-off label: "leftovers" They're a bargain, so pepper stir-fry it is tonight. Now then... let's make sure we don't wake the little sleeper

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Eyepatch Wolf @eyepatchwolf.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

hello i made a creepy thing hollow-press.net/products/hou...

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Lotus⚙️Workshop @lotusws.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Undefeated sadly

Chart showing the true spectrum of "good men"

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Zed Prospero @zprospero.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Please try to remember, the 1st of #Octember! We'll be hosting a ridiculous, nonsensical prompt game for October for drunken party game bullshit questions, and including various insane interludes of our skeletal host, Satchel Cumberland. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

#Octember

A month long series of non-sensical
promps abou your characters and stories!

This is deliberately unplanned nonsense. Expect drunk party game questions about things like how your characters would take on Godzilla, what a monster would employ them for, what fae creatures would find them hot... Etc.

Hosted by
@zprospero.bsky.social & a talking skull

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 28/09/2026

Another month, another fantastic Kira worldbuilding prompt game.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 28/09/2026

#SnippetShare Pardon the longer snip, but this is a bit of a lore dump and also tracks to an answer that raises further questions while silencing them… Roderika, Arlo, and Mary are mid escape when their route takes a macabre turn… #WritingQ #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

The Sister shook her head, handing Reka a torch and lighting her own. "Come on, it's a long way yet."
Mary led them down the steps, the stone walls to either side close and narrow. The stairs wound their way back and forth through the rock. The deeper they went, the colder and damper the air became. Reka, her mind still filled with the sights and sounds of the Faithful's ritual could not stop questions from bubbling up from her mouth. "What did Pius mean when he spoke of cleansing the world? What is Heaven?"
The stairs evened out into large slabs and the tunnel opened up slightly, causing Mary's voice to echo eerily as she answered. "We are taught," she paused and shook her head
"the Faithful teach that they are the chosen few of their previous world. That the Savior called them to this one as a reward for their faith. In their minds, this world is the Heaven they were promised as that reward. They raised me to believe that their faith would show the people of this world the error of their ways, that eventually they would abandon their false Gods."
"False Gods?" Reka asked, bewildered. "I have met each of the Nine, and other minor Gods besides. There's nothing false about them." Then the way Mary spoke struck her. "You're talking about the Faithful like you're not one of them anymore."
"I don't think | am..." Mary's voice was hollow. "Everything | was raised to believe was a lie." A flash of hurt and sadness crept back into her voice, causing it to waver. "I'm not even sure the Savior is real. I see now that Jonah, Pius, no one back there truly follows His laws. And if that truly was Him..." her voice shook again, this time from the shudder Reka saw run down her back, "what they're doing is not something I want to believe in."
She could sympathize. No other ritual or ceremony for any other God she had seen turned her stomach the way what they'd seen did. "So, are the Savior and the Redeemer the same then?"

Mary started to shake her head, then pulled a face. "I think "the Redeemer' is the name the people of this world gave him, or it was mistranslated early on. We... The Faithful only ever call him 'Our Lord and Savior'. I suppose you could say that the man on the cross back there is his manifestation in the world, like how you've told me the Nine do."
They came to the bottom of the stairs and Mary stopped to raise her torch over her head. Reka raised her torch as well, peering at the walls around them. The dark stone had changed to be much lighter. It was also much more uneven, striated in odd layers. She reached out a hand and touched the wall, realizing as she did that they were no longer stone.
The walls were lined with human bones.
Her hand rested on a long thick bone with knobs on either side, and she snatched it back. She looked around and above herself again, taking the grisly sight in. "Polyana..." the prayer died on her tongue. The Goddess of Healing and Death had no place here. She would never allow something like this to be built.
They came to a wide archway like the one before, except where the previous had been stone blocks set with skulls in their center, this archway was made entirely of them. Past the archway, the tunnel immediately branched, continuing forward as well as to either side. She and Arlo kept to the tunnel's center while Mary led them forward, their torchlight casting jagged shadows between the bones lining the walls and the eye sockets of hundreds of human skulls placed haphazardly among the rest.
Every few yards there would be an alcove where a stone coffin would sit, identical to the ones above in front of the Saviors Altar, down to the strange cables running from the head and foot of each into the wall on either side. After the first half dozen they came to a junction, and corridors split off again to the left and right into the gloom. The corners of each point of the junction seemed to be made of spines.
She reached out and ran a hand…

They came to a second juncture before Mary answered, turning left without looking. "The First Saints, the people who were first brought to this world by the Savior. Each of these coffins holds a man who came from the Faithful's original world."
"Only the men?" Arlo, looked around. "What about the women?"
Mary held her torch up to the center of the next alcove they passed. In its light was a posed upper half skeleton, its arms outstretched in supplication and its skull turned towards the stone ceiling above. "It is a wife's duty to watch over and keep her husband. Even in death."
That silenced Reka and Arlo's questions.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 28/09/2026

Ah, so that’s what the despair event horizon looks like.

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Cats with Jobs ⚒️ @catworkers.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Station Master Mikan comes out to inspect the passengers.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 28/09/2026

#WritingCommunity Mary has: -been raised in a hyper orthodox religious environment -never known her real parents -been terribly abused by every adult in her life -spent the last seven years isolated by and with her most prolific abuser And while she has to fight through all of the consequences of

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 27/09/2026

#AwesomeCharacters Roderika: Glazed Fruit Tart Tala: Crème brûlée Arlo: Bear Claw Henet: Funfetti Cake (with extra icing) Mary: Classic Cinnamon Roll (also worth mentioning is @pjccahill.bsky.social’s new monicker “Traumamuffin”)

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 27/09/2026

You know you’d think marinading and prepping your mean ahead of time would mean that when it’s time to make it the next day, you’re totally down to cook cause you don’t have any prep. When in fact you are staring at the bag of chicken like “why have I done this to myself again. Now I have to cook”

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Tom Gauld @tomgauld.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Author Simulator. My latest books cartoon for @theguardian.com

Title: Author Simulator

Level 1: Get to desk and begin! (Platform video game-style image of an author jumping from a block onto a cloud with desk and computer) Result: success!

Level 2: Press on despite distractions! (Author typing as the desk/clod moves past a ghost and a spider) ) Result: success!

Level 3: Deliver manuscript to editor! (Author jumping over fire pit onto platform where editor waits) Result: success!

Level 4: Accept minor criticism! (Author lying ded in fronto of editors desk) Result: better luck next time!

Along the bottom are controls for:
Left right jump crouch read write nap coffee

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 27/09/2026

Excellent thread about why sometimes, I’m not going to reccomend you some of my absolute favorite things.

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Astra 🔜 NebrasKon @astrawitch.com · 27/09/2026

Horror_zip 👁️ The updated print version!

Junji Ito panels in pixel art arranged like a windows xp desktop

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 27/09/2026

Editing to some chill Sunday vibes music. What’re we listening to today #Writesky?

youtube.com

Deadbeat - YouTube

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Dizzy @dizzyisverydizzy.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

a bird like her...

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 27/09/2026

#SundaySnips This is one of my favorite ends to a chapter, mostly because Roderika cannot know the absolutely mess this action left Mary in after she turned around… #HQPress #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

She held out the cloth over her shoulder and felt Mary take it before she dipped it into the water. A few drops hit the floor of the carriage when she wrung it out and began wiping down Reka's back. She had a gentle touch, different from Tala's when they bathed together. She didn't mind the difference though.
As Mary finished up, Reka reached for the other towel to dry herself when she noticed the last of her strawberries, sitting on the carriage seat in her napkin. She grabbed it along with the towel and was about to eat it when she realized Mary hadn't had any on her plate this morning. She draped the dry towel over her front and began to turn around. "Mary?"
"Yes, Princess?"
She was exhausted with the "Princess" nonsense. Instead of offering Mary the strawberry as intended, she stepped across space between them and pressed it gently but firmly to her lips.
Mary's face immediately matched the morsel poised on her mouth and let out a tiny squeak before Reka pushed on the fruit just enough to stop her speaking. "I know you have to call me 'Princess' in front of Father Jonah, but we talked about this yesterday. We are going to be friends, and my friends call me Reka. Can you please call me that when we're in private, at the very least?" Mary nod was the barest dropping of her head.
"Good. Now this is for you."
Mary parted her lips and accepted the piece of fruit. Once she had it between her teeth, Reka withdrew her hand and left her to finish it while she dressed.

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 27/09/2026

#Septopolis The Tower City has two major parties that enforce laws: the Guard and Law Priests. The Guard are the on the ground force, and their goal is to truly protect and serve. Guardsmen are all trained in deescalation, officers more so. Most aren’t even issued weapons. It is even remarked in

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CG Stewart 🖋️ 🫜 @nightoffallengods.com · 27/09/2026

#TFOTSnip I think this is my first of this particular snip prompt, so what better way to start then at the beginning. Roderika is late, late for a very important date. Fitting for a Sunday morning I think. #WriteSky #WritingPromots #WritingCommunity

1 - Roderika
Roderika, First Daughter of the Tower City, was running late.
Rounding a corner, she nearly bowled over a serving woman and called back a half strangled, "Sorry! Sorry!"over her shoulder while continuing on her mad dash.
As the opulent halls of the Sovereign's Palace streaked by in a blur of polished stone and ornate tapestries, she kept asking herself why she'd agreed to attend this audience in the first place. There was no place for her in the bureaucracy of The Tower City or the Alliance of the Nine beyond being her father's daughter, and she had no interest in making one. She knew little enough about the matters at hand, only that it had been decades in the making. But when her father had told her how much her presence would help smooth tensions, it'd been easy to say "yes"
Now however, if the bell tolling in the courtyard blurring past was any indication, she was about an hour behind the meeting's start and just in time for her own funeral.

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Ironlily @ironlilyart.com · 27/09/2026

I bet you armour-loving boys and girls have all dreamed of having a magical girl transformation at least once.

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