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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn

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|I DO NOT SUPPORT AI CONTENT| The public BlueSky for Twitch Streamer, Papadjinn. Artist and Writer, currently querying my novel as well as drafting it's sequel. My sugar-bomb @psprincess.bsky.social ~

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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 19h
Tell me about your #AwesomeCharacters I'm sorry I am late everyone! Got locked out of BlueSky all afternoon! 😭 As I impatiently waited to return, the questions became: Is your character patient? How do they handle delays and waits? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #well Aaran’s vision - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
He splintered into pieces of flashing steel.
About him, cacophony and chaos spiraled and he within it, not steel bits himself, he now saw, but surrounded by them, and all else smeared with blood. 
Above the battle, a black shadow heaved itself upward on heavy, articulated wings. Its neck snaked
forward, sinews bulging like Silverbark roots from a body armored with volcanic boulders. Its mouth opened, vast and fiery. The earth cracked under its appalling screech, and a deeper, still more dreadful wailing arced from elsewhere across a dark sky
ribboned with crimson rents. He knew that scream, or would know it, issuing from a WELL of anguish as deep as the Nethernight itself: his own voice, or that of some other. He dropped his longsword.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
September 29th – well T’orrin really did not think this plan through. Nor does he have good answers for these questions. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
	Slipping inside, T’orrin closed the door quietly behind him. And turned around to find two men in guard uniforms watching him intently. Perhaps he was wrong about his luck.
	“Well, well, well,” the first man stepped forward, “we were told to watch for people sneaking out of the city, not in. But this works just as well.”
	“I have no idea what you are talking about,” T’orrin stammered. “We are just cutting through our friends’ house, on our way back from hunting in the woods. We do it all the time. Just ask them.”
	“Hunting, eh?” The second man sneered. “Where is your game, then?”
	“Not my lucky day.”
	“And your weapons?”
	“Left them in the woods.”
	“And her shoes?” He nodded towards the woman’s bare, bleeding feet. 
	T’orrin hesitated. He didn’t have an answer for that one. It didn’t really matter anyway, because it was obvious that they weren’t buying his story. 
	The first guard stepped closer and pushed back the woman’s hood.
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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
She looked up to see Tristan staring down at her. “You should get some dinner.” He said. Nadia furrowed her brow. “Why are you here?”
“I was here earlier, when Hester and Blair argued. I came back and you were still here. I became worried.”

Blair looked up. “Do you care what happens to the women here?”

Tristan sighed and looked away. “I do. But, I suspect that rings hollow. I protect myself. We all do. Except our new hunter. You defended your fellow hunter. You must have known the risk in doing so.”

Nadia smiled, “We had to stop her from trying to protect the peasant girl who broke free moments before that.”

Tristan nodded. “I saw that as well. I’m not so brave. I will not risk my life for others. But I can remind you to eat.”   

“Thank-you,” Nadia said. Tristan nodded. Then he spun and departed with striding steps.

“Was that compassion?” Blair asked. “Or was he keeping track of the countess’s two favored pets?”
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Samantha Breaux is looking for ARC readers @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Spencer finds that he can't help everyone. From book 2 of my romantic fantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Wrencer

“Find peace beyond the Veil or not, that choice is yours alone to make. But you have no right to the body you still wear or the stolen lifeblood that fuels it.” 

Spencer’s soothing tones from before hardened and chilled until each word boomed forth from his lips like hammer strikes against steel. He released his grip on the general’s arm and slapped his palm against the cold skin of the man’s brow. 

Pain and weariness fled, replaced by cold certainty. Energy swelled, sweeping up through the soles of Spencer’s feet, then swirling wildly through the well of power at his core before rushing out of his arms and into Steppan’s body. The general convulsed, thrashing frantically as lavender light coalesced beneath his skin, crackling and cold. His body began to shrivel and shrink, falling in on itself like a piece of plump fruit drained of all its juice. Frost curled up from his dwindling form, hissing and sputtering in the warm rain until all that was left of his physical body was a pile of dust. 

Raindrops pitted the small mound, carving rivulets into it and carrying it away in small clumps. Spencer could feel the angry smear of a spirit that hovered there, enraged but impotent. He had learned long ago that some souls simply could not embrace the peace that they had earned. He didn’t like it, but he accepted it. 

There was no saving someone who didn’t want to be saved.
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
#WIPSnips 29. "Well" Lots of "well" in the story, but only one true "Well." #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #NetherTouchedSareena #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
She fell, but that didn’t stop her either: ignoring the pain of scraped knees and elbows, she scrambled to her feet, the tentacle squiggling in her grip, and kept running.

As the Well of Lamentation came into view, relief gave her another push when A’zeena, Gvorran, and two other Nether-Touched she didn’t know came out of hiding, tools in hand, and though they hesitated upon seeing the pursuing wraiths and ksa’rra, A’zeena urged them forward to form a protective barrier.

Unable to slow down, Sareena crashed against the Well, the tentacle flying from her hand and into the water. If she thought the River Isa’anr was dark, the… substance inside the Well was the purest black. The tentacle didn’t sink so much as was swallowed with an audible glub that made her shiver and swear she’d never bathe in those waters again.
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Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Drunk Melody introduces Guy to the treasure that is Peggy Rico. 🪷 From my spec fic, ResortWIP. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
“Peggy! Peggy. I was just telling this guy… Guy! I was just telling Guy about all the wisdomous things from your mouth. Like… for example! Peggy, do tell, what sort of man should you never fall in love with?”

“Far too many to list. But the worst? That would be the kind with pretty words and a long memory.”

Melody grinned, but Guy cocked his head. “So, what, charm and intelligence are red flags now? Aren’t those normally considered attractive qualities?”

Peggy shook her head. “Different sort, darlin’. Not charm and intelligence—gift wrap and grudges. Mark my words, once those pretty words are through, what’s he got left? A fragile ego and an inability to let go. You’ll want a parka to sit in Satan’s sauna before a man like that lets you forget all his little bruises.”

Melody dropped her chin and lifted her brow at Guy. “See? You see?” Her head slumped onto Peggy’s shoulder, eyelids falling, too. “Adopt me already.”

Laughter pooled in Guy’s eyes, but he shifted them to Peggy again. “And how about women? Got any advice for a hopeless bachelor?”

Peggy pushed back the hair that had fallen in front of Melody’s face, tucking it behind an ear. “Now, that depends. I reserve my advice for people I like, and we’ve only just met.”

“And you don’t like me yet? I’d better order you another drink, Ms. Rico.”

“Careful, now, charmer.”

“Good thing I’ve got a short memory.”

Peggy laughed. “Hey, what do you know, charmer? Turns out I like you. So listen well now: never, ever fall in love with a woman who loves poetry and cheap wine.”

“Oh? That’s the kind who won’t let you forget?”

“That’s right, darlin’. But in a different way.” Peggy coaxed Melody’s glass from her limpening fist. “See, she might let you, but you won’t ever. Even long after she’s gone. You just can’t… unlearn a woman like that.” She shook her head at the glass. “Deep and light at once. Sad, but sweet. Damn hard to hold.” She knocked the drink back and smiled. “Harder still to let go.”
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Aud Connelly: transcribing #Dogwood3 (65.2/95k) @audconnelly.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Switching back to #Dogwood1 for October and November to celebrate the preorder link going live!!😚 Here's a #WIPsnips with a hint of plot...
As she stepped through the open gate, the wind changed, becoming more like whispers, swirling and clawing at the seams of her clothing. Barely breathing, she crept along, following the tunnel to its end, where she found an old-fashioned wishing well, complete with crank, pulleys, and ropes. She swung her flashlight left and right, but there was—nothing. No underground laboratory, no classified weather tech-nology to explain the endless winter gripping this pocket of the forest, and nothing at all pertaining to the Stupendous Dogwoods’ bioluminescence and year-round blooming, that so-called miracle of selective breeding and genetic mutations her parents had been willing to risk everything to uncover. There were only the petals, blowing around on the icy wind amidst flurries of snow.
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TL Morganfield @stitchingfiend.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Today's word is "Well". Olivia, the proprietress of a hotel in Moreno Springs NM, has some unusual abilities for a human: she can smell everyone's teotl and read their emotions. #weirdwestern #wipsnips #writesky #writingprompts #writingcommunity #Aztec
Going blind had only accentuated her ability to detect these scents, and she now relied on them heavily to guide her upon meeting new people. That, and her empathic perceptiveness. She’d always found it exceptionally easy to know what most people were feeling at any given moment, but maybe because people didn’t fear showing their emotions on their face when talking to a blind woman, everyone now exuded their intensions even stronger than they did their unique scent. The eyes could deceive; the heart could not. Had she been so attuned to this back when she first met her soon-to-be husband Hector, she might have seen past his handsomely charming smile to realize that nothing but pain and misery lay ahead for her for the next seven years.

And this confluence of scent and empathy had served her well in the years since. Whether it was the drunken stagecoach passenger who thought access to the widowed proprietress’s body came with the price of his room or the strange woman who kept trying to pass off a Mexican silver dollar as an American one, as if Olivia wouldn’t know the difference. Though in truth she might have just let it go had she not sensed the woman’s implicit desire to trick her. She was glad the woman Coyolli didn’t return after breakfast, for her very presence had the unsettling feeling of gazing into a dank cave that smelled of dead, slimy things.

But her newest crop of guests were a bit of an enigma. While one of them—Fiona—was clearly in the category of “normal” as far as her smell went—lake water teeming with playful otters, like the ones Olivia’s father used to take her to see in the remaining vestiges of the once mighty Lake Texcoco—the remaining three were something else entirely. The smells themselves were almost otherworldly in their intensity, and they painted strangely vivid images in her head of things she knew she’d never seen even in her sighted days
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You cannot grasp the true form of Borger Flavor @negatron00.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Alot of yall seem to be slacking in the "calling for the destruction of AI" dept and it shows. Its not gonna be easy when your friends turn to AI, knowing full well they have plenty of artists in their circles. Its gonna hurt, it has to. There is no surviving the death of art
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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
G'morning #WIPSnips! Here we see Milly being in a *spot of bother*. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Irena’s office door clicks close behind me, cutting off the hushed silence of the six students, who could uncharitably be called my co-conspirators, in the seating area outside. Val had tried to shoo them all off a few moments ago, but they’d not budged. He’d merely sighed in exasperation, and now we’re here.
The setup reminds me of school, come to think of it. Especially the numerous times I was sent to the Principal’s office for not just simply taking bullying in silence, but actually fighting back. School admins hated when people stood up to bullies for some reason. In any case, the scene here mirrors what I experienced so many times back then.
Irena, sitting at her desk chair, one hand over her face and contemplating what Val had just informed her of, specifically where he’d found me and the six outside. And Val is standing behind me and slightly to my left, still glowering like the most put-upon person on the planet. And then there’s me, sitting in one visitor’s chair, waiting for the first words to be addressed to me specifically.
Well, it’s been an interesting few days at least. I wonder if I can convince Irena to pay me for the few days I was employed here. I mean I did do my job until now.
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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Well | Tok finds himself in an emotional state that the least emotional person he knows walks him through. Still plenty frustrated though, he plans to use a bit of violence as an outlet. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
Tok nodded without looking at her. It gave him no satisfaction that she was the third person to dissuade him from worrying about what could have been, but the message had finally been received. Perhaps it was because she was the last person that he expected to be so understanding about it. Plopping down next to Otalia, Tok leaned back and braced himself with 
his arms behind his back.

“I don’t want to lose.”

“Unfortunately, that isn’t really up to you though... is it?”

“Not. At. All.”

“Well, I hope that you feel better. You have a duel to prepare for.”

Tokonus sat up quickly, his body growing tense with realization. In only a few hours he was meant to face [REDACTED] in battle. He needed to renew his focus and shore up his feelings. His opponents would not offer him sympathy, and he could not allow himself to be defeated.

“Perhaps this is one I need... maybe hitting someone will be the remedy I require."
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Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Jumping on this because my friends’ stories and characters frequently pop into my head when I’m listening to music! This one makes me think of ubarae @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social … especially Vicki! youtu.be/xnP7qKxwzjg?...
youtu.be
Tame Impala - Dracula (Official Video)
YouTube video by tameimpalaVEVO
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Floofy @foofwinart.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Started rereading the warrior cats books and indulged my inner child to create an OC! Meet FrostStep! She is a soft voiced she-cat who's paw steps are silent despite her large size. (Her maincoon blood gives her the fluff and size she has!) I love her so much♡ #WarriorCats #OC #originalcharacter
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
September 24th – meddle Sometimes, the key to surviving as a guard is to know when you are badly outmatched. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“What gave you the impression that I was trying to hide?” he asked softly.
	Er’end shivered involuntarily as a chill ran up his spine; it suddenly seemed much colder.
	“Look, you can’t be down here,” he repeated. “I am going to have to take you up to the captain. You can explain yourself to him.”
	“I am afraid I am far too busy for that.” The man’s voice was calm and even, unconcerned. “I have people to speak to and errands to run.”
	“You can speak to whomever you share a cell with, and no one else.”
	“I will have to decline your offer. If you value your life, you will not meddle in my affairs.” 
	The interloper had been slowly closing the distance as they spoke, and now Er’end realized with a start that he was within arms reach. Raising his sword, he directed the point towards the man. 
	“You will stop where you are! Freeze!”
	“Poor choice of words,” the stranger purred, placing a hand on the guard’s shoulder.
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #meddle -> interfere Ra’am Chalmalch ordered Lord Shelwon to disengage & retreat in the midst of a battle. One troop is left trapped. POV Shelwon’s herald, Jedhrath - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
He never stopped blowing his horn. The
sound of the warriors cries floated up to him,
desperate and angry. They tried to turn and flee back up the hill, but were hemmed in the deep snow, forced to fight. Their cries and the squeals of the horses made a cacophony of bloody death that resonated like pain in the Shining One's eyes, until, driven by desperation, Lord Shelwon raised the
Shammeth-stone.

"No!" Ra'am Chalmalch thundered.

"I weary of your INTERFERENCE!"

Watching them, Jedhrath clenched his fist.

"You know not what you are fighting! This is
not the time!"

Lord Shelwon's eyes blazed bright with rage.
"Three hundred lives wasted! How are you going to explain to the Edin, to their families?" The Ra'am did not answer, only stared at his protége with eyes of cold fire. The Sheltri were surrounded. The cries of
the dying wrung Jedhrath's heart.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek
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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
No 'meddle,' but I have 'interfere.'
The countess moved. Blair flew through the air and crashed to the snow covered stones of the courtyard. The countess stood, her arm outstretched. Blair tried to stand, but couldn’t. Nadia rushed to Blair’s side. 

The countess looked down at Blair. 

“Be careful. I enjoy my games. And you have been so very entertaining until now. But that was another of my games. And you interfered.”

Blair struggled to her feet by leaning on Nadia.

“At least it wasn’t boring.” Blair wheezed. 

The countess stood motionless. And then she clapped her hands and smiled.

“Yes. That is true. Very well. Begone with you three.”
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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
G'morning #WIPSnips! Milly getting informed of a few details here and there, now that she's at the point of the story where she Knows. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“But how do people get into heaven after they die?” I ask as that particular old detail sticks out for me.
“They don’t?”
“What?”
“You see,” Craig says from where he’s now standing upright, “when people die, they don’t exactly go where all the religions say they go, like heaven or hell or the various afterlives. All of that is more like propaganda, to be honest. Souls go… somewhere else when people die. No one is exactly sure where or how, no one has the magic to interfere with that, as far as we know.”
“Hell is real?”
The confused silence that fills my room speaks volumes. “…yes? That’s the thing. For just about every Celestial realm, there’s a mirroring Infernal realm. With a few exceptions. They come in like a package deal. These all fall under the umbrella of the Immortal Realms, alongside full Dragons and various immortal individuals who hold immortal power by themselves.”
“Wait, dragons and half-dragons are separate?”
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Samantha Breaux is looking for ARC readers @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Wren and Spencer summon a melodramatic ghost. Sharing a snip today from my romantic fantasy series about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold. If you enjoy this snip, You can sign up to ARC read at the link below: #WIPSnips #Booksky #Wrencer docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...
The silence dragged against Wren, oddly heavy, as if the dry fog blanketing the floor was muffling the sounds around them. The duke, deprived of the reaction he expected, lowered his chin and blinked his sapphire blue eyes. Var Dunnis had been a handsome man in life, the sort of pale, pretty lord women tended to swoon over. If the rumors were to be believed, several of them had swooned onto their backs for him. His cobalt gaze swept over the room, gliding past Spencer to snag on Wren. The shade swept towards her through the mist, going to a knee at her feet. 
“If love has prodded you to meddle in dark arts milady, I will forgive you, but you must be wary. Your trespass could wake other beasts who are not so gentle as myself.” 
He bowed over her hand, intending to kiss it, but the shade’s fingers passed through Wren’s, leaving behind an icy prickle. Wide-eyed, she shot Spencer another look, jerking her chin towards the uncomfortably attentive ghost. Wren knew what to do with handsy nobles who were living, but dead ones were something else entirely. Fortunately, the good brother seemed to have regained his composure.
Shoulders stiff and brows knotted in an angry scowl, Spencer spoke. “Duke Var Dunnis.” His voice echoed in the oppressive air, laced with power. The shade snapped his head towards Spencer as if pulled by an invisible string. “I am Brother Thorne, anointed of the Gray Lady. I have Called you in the Lady’s name to aid us in Her endeavors.”
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Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
There is so much talk of meddling in this scene, I had to use it… but it’s quite spoilery 😬 Melody is a bit vexed with her friend Bonnie. 🪷 From my spec fic, ResortWIP. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
“You are a grade A, champion meddler.”

“How dare you? I love you! Is it meddling to love?”

“Bon!”

“No, I’m serious! Someone who cares about you isn’t going to just sit around and watch you waste away, now are they? So just accept it. Meddling is an essential component of love. You can’t win a race without kicking up gravel, and I cannot love my best friend without interfering in her life, just a little bit!”

“Well, you know what, in the love-cathlon, you are absolutely dominating the meddling event. I’d say, you’re nigh uncatchable!”

A pause. “So, like, I’d medal in meddling?”

“Not now, Bon!”

Melody exhaled a long, shaky breath and attempted to gather her wits about her.

“Bonnie,” she said, lowering her voice. She spoke through gritted teeth. “You signed me up…to have my [REDACTED]…by—a—fucking—[REDACTED]!”

“That’s not exactly how I’d—”

“This is far beyond meddling, Bonnie! It’s disturbing. It’s unethical! You [REDACTED], pretending [REDACTED], and [REDACTED] my [REDACTED], and—”

“I was afraid you were going to disappear!”

Bonnie’s voice pitched high. Melody went quiet.

“Don’t you remember?” Bonnie demanded in a scared, angry hush. “Don’t you remember how I found you that night?”
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
#WIPSnips 24. "Meddle" Angry Ashrah is scary. Angry Ashrah with psychic magic is... something else 🙃 #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
“What are you doing?! He’s—”

Ashrah shoved the concubus to the ground and turned to the mortal, left arm raised.

Smoke crumpled to his knees, hands reaching for his neck as he tried, in vain, to loosen the invisible rope around it. “You dare tell me what to do? You dare defy my will?” He reached out to her. Ashrah curled her fingers, squeezing tighter, denting the fragile skin around his throat. Choking, his face a deep shade of red, he would have fallen had Ashrah not upheld him with her mind and forced him not to lose sight of her as she delivered the punishment. “Nothing will keep me from my ascension. No Archdevil, no fiend, and least of all a meddling mortal!”
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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Meddle | Tok gets to experience Othelia be afraid of something. Sometimes it's surprising to see that those we find as unshakable are still vulnerable like the rest of us. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
Another flash of lightning zipped by, cutting Othelia’s thought short. Without hesitation she closed her eyes, clenched her fist and tensed. This defense did nothing to protect her from the drum of another roll of thunder. Tokonus could not allow himself to pout while she sat there with 
him clearly uncomfortable.

“Othelia, I don’t mean to meddle... but are... are you afraid of the thunder?”

For a time, Othelia did not answer him, instead turning her body away as if in shame. Tokonus did not pry further. If she was not interested in speaking on this, then it was not for him to mind.

“Is it that obvious," Othelia inquired, finally allowing herself to relax.

“Whether it is or isn’t doesn’t really matter. Fear is not something to be ashamed of. Any person who claims to be fearless is a liar or a fool and I am not sure which is worse.”

“Funny..." Othelia said with a soft chuckle. “I... I only came here because I thought you wouldn’t care. I am afraid of thunder, but I don’t trust the others here to know it. Everyone around us... they're always looking for a weakness – a way in. I guess I thought that, of anyone, you would ignore me at best, and I wouldn’t have to be alone.”
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Only One Bed: 5/10 Protector x Protected: 9/10 Snowed In: 6/10 Best Friend's Sibling: 🤷🏽‍♀️/10 Runaway Bride/Groom: 1/10 Love at First Sight: Depends/10 Beauty & the Beast (Dynamic): 8/10 Last to Know: 10/10 Unrequited Love: 1/10 Good Grovel: Going by Alex's explanation, 10/10
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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
I don't always offer my characters a definitive sexuality. Some that would fit the bill for sure: Nazhe - Septu (leader) of the Quxion is pan Kesup - Also Quxion is pan Tesuro - Uesn tribe commander is bi I'd let you speculate on others.
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Tell me about your #AwesomeCharacters Happy Bisexual Visibility Day, everyone! 🩷💜💙 Do you have any bisexual characters? Please share them with me today! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
For me, this would be Nik from the #DawnsBlood series. She is bisexual and biromantic. Nik is a powerful electromancer who joined a rebellion against the queen who imprisoned her for years to siphon her power. And who also used to be her lover...
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🫜Prof Emily🫜 @professoremily.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Yayyy #AwesomeCharacters happy Bi Day! #GodsOfAtalantis: High Priestess Xa'aba, who once had a long relationship with her fellow priestess Icozoue (💔) and is currently in some kind of relationship-ish thing with [Redacted Male Character] (🤮) Both equally toxic. But surely not because of her!!! 😂
A colorful drawing of Xa'aba, aka "Claude Frollo meets Regina George," sometimes referred to as Colonizer Karen. She's a beautiful woman in her early forties wearing multicolored priestess robes, large earrings with feathers, and a large golden headdress. She is smiling smugly and probably judging you while plotting to persecute some heretics.
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Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
#WholesomeWednesday We're resetting the vibes. Share a wholesome story, some good news, some motivation, and/or a pet photo (please add alt text). #Hopecore #Prompt #GoodVibes #Positivity #Wholesome #BeKind
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
How much do you like these tropes? Enemies to lovers: 10/10 Second chance: 4/10 Fake dating: 6/10 Friends to lovers: 10/10 Age gap: 5/10 Found family: 10/10 Grumpy x sunshine: 9/10 Pregnancy: 0/10 Slow burn: 100/10 Love triangle: 0/10
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Ralanr @ralanr.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Giselle and Jarek learn that proper form can beat enthusiasm 9 times out of 10. #WIPSnips
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He turned and charged again, swinging from the left. Though Alistair taught her how to block, her body chose to duck under the blade and dive away, rolling back to position before Jarek could recover. There, she thrust her blade, its wooden shaft probing his hip with a tap. He tumbled to the floor.

From the sidelines, Alistair voiced lessons. “Keep your footing. Watch your sides. Eye on the blade, not the feet. Not the feet!” It was the last line where she realized he was talking to her as Giselle couldn’t help but watch Jarek’s movements. Anything to avoid staring at his draconic visage or the fast blade swinging back at her. The face she’d grown used to in comfort twisted in combat, his focus sharpening features as if his maw could pierce her better than the sword in his hand. Given that their weapons were made of wood, this was likely.

For all his talk of newfound balance, Jarek seemed more likely to step on his tail in haste. Any momentum gained when he recovered from falls vanished upon his charges, the sweeping tail swaying back and forth with its drag.

Giselle kept her distance, weaving through swings that were not wild so much as they were eager. Like he wanted to prove himself whereas she’d prefer not to be hit at all. She couldn’t dodge forever. Without knowing what the rules were, Giselle seemed doomed to end only with her failure. Back against the wall, Giselle stabbed out in silent panic. Jarek backed away before the blade came close, his sword held in a defense stance.

She surged forward, blade down to his left where his sword wasn’t. Noticing her direction, Jarek twisted to defend his flank far more quickly than he needed to. Giselle flicked her wrist to bring the blade down rightward, too fast for Jarek to regain his stance. It batted his arm. She shot the blade up his limb, stopping right at the neck.
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Iosefka DV is in the query mines 🏳️‍⚧️ @seffydv.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Intersectional identities/fantasy people who don't conform to their culture. (in most of my work) MCs who do horrible things and aren't excused, but ARE given space to make amends. (the core of FtF) POC-coded elves who aren't "the evil/desert ones" (FtF) Positive insect/reptile rep (all over)
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Agree with this, and if you allow me to add, I'd love to see more Brown characters in general, and especially more Brown Asian characters who are allowed to be genuine and badass 💜
Ashrah bust commission by Cay (@arcanemoon.bsky.social). She's wearing her Bound By Flame outfit (the grey selendang, the orange kemben, the rope tied around her right arm, and the pauldron with the horn attached to it), her purple eyes glowing.
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Random Guy @randomguyladypfp.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
Diana Ross - new OC? Yes. Her story? Down in the Alt Text. She's also my newest Human OC. Which is crazy! She's pretty cool. Her Sexual Wanted Poster does not show her true Human Complexity. That's a super surface level Persona. 👀. #Art #OC #OriginalCharacter #Krita #DigitalArt
Diana Ross - Her Wanted Poster Name - Masked Slut.
This is her Wanted Poster. 


Former Hit-Woman and Street Racer! Her iconic Sexual Poster is seen as a rebellious act of "Loving and embracing Men as real world lovers and friends." As a Major friendly fuck-you to the government.
Diana was from France. She had to be modest of all things. 

Now, in her final years. Living in Florida at age 76. She takes care of a boy she found in the outpour rain at her apartment steps. She couldn't bear to see him cry nor shiver. So, she took him in under her wing.
She may never been able to be a good mom in her past.  But, her son! Died of a heart complication at age 4. She could never forgive herself for how she treated him. Maybe this new child could be a way of forgiving him even in death. 

How bad was the mistreatment? Only Bruises on his face.
From her black-out drunken nights for when her wife died.
She holds those regrets for the rest of her life.
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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Competent Black and Brown characters with stories that don't associate with criminal activity or harmful stereotypes. I think this is very important for male characters forced into hyper masculine and aggressive roles. No more machismo! I also hate the concept of "The Guy". Despite the name
static.klipy.com
I'M The Guy Spy Kids
Alt: Elijah Wood in his role as the character, "The Guy" in Spy Kids 3D. He steps into the scene from a bright light and proclaims "I'm the Guys".
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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Post your favorite Disney princess. Wrong answers only.
A gorgeously illustrated forest, golden afternoon light filtering in through moss-covered spruces. A handsome young man with dark, curly hair wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with a book sticking out of his pocket walks together with a cute young woman in a pink sweater and fitted pants. They’re captured mid-conversation, glancing shyly and affectionately at each other. A grayish goshawk flies through the trees toward the young man, while a blue-gray lynx steps over a mossy log beside the young woman.
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🫜Prof Emily🫜 @professoremily.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
Exciting news everyone... IT'S HERE!! 🥳 Took way too long, but #GodsOfAtalantis (book 1) is now available to buy as a physical book! 2 kids get chosen as the new gods. Sparks fly. Crystals go boom. If you like stuff like ATLA or FMA:B, this is for you 😁❤️ www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-gods-o...
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
#WIPSnips 23. "Tumble(d)" Sareena kills a honest worker. CW for gore. #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #NetherTouchedSareena #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
She gripped the handle of her pickaxe, and when the demon heard her and was about to turn around, she buried the pointy end in its back.

Screeching, the oni whirled around, dragging Sareena with it and bashing her into the wall. Lungs burning, she saw, out of the corner of her eye, the demon raising its pickaxe. She rolled out of the way, her injured shoulder crying out in protest, then slashed, getting the sharp tip stuck in the oni’s stomach.

Claws sought her face as alarun dripped from the oni’s broad nose and splashed onto her rags. Unable to let go of the pickaxe because of the chains, Sareena pulled and pulled, straining her neck out of the fiend’s reach. Screaming in rage, she yanked with as much strength as she could muster. It ripped the oni’s stomach open, and she tumbled over its spilling entrails.
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
September 23rd – tumble Av’ry has some questions about the masked stranger that broke them out of prison. He’s not really prepared for the answer. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
	“If you really are who you say you are, let me take a look. Then, I’ll believe you.”
	“That’s going to be complicated, too.” The woman rubbed the back of her neck.
	“Alright, that’s it.” Av’ry turned to leave, motioning for Mikiva to follow. “I’m not sure what you are playing at; maybe I don’t want to know. But I do know you are lying to me, and I am tired of being toyed with. Let’s go, Mikiva.”
	He took two steps back towards the door before she called after them.
	“Wait!”
	Av’ry paused but didn’t turn back.
	“I’ll take off the mask,” she relented.
	“That’s a start.” He turned back expectantly.
	“Just, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
	With a sigh, the woman reached her fingers up under the fabric of the mask and tore it off. A tumble of copper-colored hair spilled from under the hood, falling to her shoulders. 
	The redhead regarded him with a crooked smile. “Hey Ave, it’s been a long time.”
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #tumble CW: hurt child Drisal remembers. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
Sunlight made his eyes water. He remembered sitting beside the River in high summer, long ago. How many generations of youth had sipped the nectar of their first kiss on its banks? The taste of it, the girl in his arms—the first of many redheads—and the thick-smelling pink blossoms bobbing over their heads. And as he bent his head to sip again, the frenetic nagging of his other awareness pushed far, far back—he heard a voice, felt a gentle tugging at his sleeve.

"Drie!" And the boy TUMBLED into his arms;
the girl gave a little gasp. His wispy hair was muddied and the bruise swelling around his eye throbbed and stung on Drisal's own face, but far worse than that was the heart-wound. The girl's white hands cupped River Water, dripped it with care over the bruises until they began to fade, but the little boy's trembling silence carved a scar in Drisal's soul, and the taste of the nectar was gone.

Brother's Keeper
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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
She had less range with the saber. And the saber was not built for thrusting. This put her at a disadvantage. She gauged the beast’s approach and lashed out with a horizontal slash, trying to strike at the widest area she could reach.
Blood spilled from the empty space before her and the black dog crashed into her. The barghest tumbled to the ground on top of Blair. She rammed the saber’s curved tip through the skull of the barghest. The beast fell limp and still atop her. She clamored out from under the barghest and shook herself. 

“That’s three.” Blair said.
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Pamela Jeong 🫜💙🧡 @pamelajeong.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
How it feels to get swooshed through a tree to a different world. 🌳✨ From my YA fantasy, The Kindler. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
“D! Don’t!” Mundy lunges for me as I reach for the tree, but he’s too late.

A rush of warmth envelops my hand and slithers up my arm. My face tilts up of its own accord, as if I’m floating in the creek on a perfect summer day, basking in the rays that cut through the canopy.

Then, the sensation of a hand tugging mine. It yanks me forward, and I plunge through the solidity of the tree.

Into pitch darkness.

My lungs fill, readying to release a scream, but my breath is lost. Something pulls at my chest, like a paperclip to a magnet. Time, space, matter—suddenly nothing is real, and I’m spinning in a cosmic washing machine. Is this what it feels like, falling down the rabbit hole, creeping through the wardrobe, coming unstuck with time?

Is this really happening?

A blinding tidal wave of light slams me to the ground. I hear a thud and a high-pitched “ow!” as someone tumbles out behind me and I pinch my eyes shut.

“Chlo? That you? Are you okay?”

“Think so! Once I open my eyes, I can confirm.”

I dig the heels of my palms into my watering eyes as they adjust to the staggering light.

Another thud and a groan.

“Mun?” I say, blinking rapidly and wiping my face with my sleeve.

“You’re both insane! Actually insane!”

I can just make him out, folded over with his hands braced against his knees.

“I think I’m…gonna be…”

He vomits. Chloe wobbles over to him, shielding her eyes and blinking, and rubs his back.

“Gross, don’t look. It’s fine. I’m f—”

He hurls again. After some heaving and spitting, he stands up and moves away from the sick, tugging Chloe along with him. We gather and look at each other, stunned, our brains sprinting to meet us where our bodies put them.
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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Tumble → Fall | We know Duggy is hoping to secure his favorite library for shelter, but let's see the disqualified choices. We think he's making a good point or is he just yapping? #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
Alright children. Do you know the first thing you will need to secure when you find yourself in a survival situation? Food? Nah, not that. Water? Important to be sure, but that ain’t it either. If you guessed shelter, then you can pat yourself on the back and lock in because for a town full of buildings, finding a comfortable spot was a bitch!

But Duggy, I can hear you start, why not try to reinforce your apartment? Well, if you must know, that place was a deathtrap. With a fence and the familiarity of my living space, I didn’t quite feel comfortable abandoning the place initially. After two attacks right outside my door, I realized that it wasn’t the best place to be. There wasn’t any practical way to defend it, and there wasn’t another means of escape if I got cornered. That was ignoring the lack of storage, space, or entertainment – listen if I was going to be alone, I needed something to keep my sanity intact.

So off to the dusty roads I went, making sure to keep my weight on the balls of my feet and my head on a swivel while I searched. Many places were skipped without a second glance, and there were a ton more that I didn’t even pretend to take a peek at.

Houses, other apartments, grocery stores, and restaurants were all off the table. They would be the first place people decided to huddle up, and that meant they would be hotspots for the stalker patrols. Next off the list was the mall, pawn shops, and shopping centers – especially, especially the mall – because they would be looter heaven. Staggering into one of those was like putting a giant beacon up that said; ‘Yo, free eats my G’. Not a genius, but I wouldn’t be falling 
for that shit anytime soon.
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
September 22nd – meltdown #AnthropomorphicNovel, today! Pure vibes today! Simon has been having a tough time, lately. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“Simon?” I called.
	The incubus was still crouched on the floor of the truck, gazing off somewhere in the middle distance. Apparently, he had been shot at one too many times today. As sensitive as they were to the emotions of others, being directly targeted for death could be tough on an ubarae over time.
	“Simon!” I raised my voice.
	His head snapped up, eyes wide, pupils too dilated. Terrified. And the blood loss probably wasn’t helping. He needed proper medical attention soon. For now, I snapped my fingers in front of his face. 
	“I need you to focus, just a little bit longer. Go with Vasquez. I will join you in a minute.”
	He bobbed his head but still didn’t say anything. I didn’t have time to play therapist; as long as he got in the car, we could deal with the rest later. Simon rose and stumbled to the sedan. Vasquez raised an eyebrow. 
	I shrugged. “Just keep him safe. We need him.”
	“Got it.”
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #meltdown -> (depicts one) Rushak typically expends tremendous effort to maintain his decorum and dignity. But when he loses it alone with Drisal, it’s gone. - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
"Please, Drie."

He shook his head again, rising to his feet.
"Now is not the—“

"Nam-Tar's despair! Can't you understand?
It's too much. It was my fault. He died because of what I am." Rushak lurched around the room, seeking escape from knives that came at him from all directions. "It's my shame. Things were set in
motion. Now the whole Forest is ... wrong somehow.It's coming. I know what to do. We have to, for the Forest." His fists flew to his temples. "I need it! I—“

Drisal pounded the table. "Order your
thoughts, Rethen!"

He froze.

Drisal drew a deep breath. "You know," he
said, grasping his own certainty, "what the Work entails. You know we both must be clear-headed. You know you mustn't be reckless. " Rushak remained still, tears smearing his face. Drisal secured the emeralds in their pouch. "Not these, not tonight."

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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
Meltdown → *vibes* | Not exactly the word, but I think this scene fits the bill. I can't say anymore, don't want our favorite sleuths to catch any spoiler hints #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
“[REDACTED] came to me, a bottle of wine in one hand and a handkerchief of tears in the other. He was frightened when he told me the truth. I’m sure you have witnessed how dramatic he can be, but as he sat there, slumped over and sniveling, I believed him. He grasped onto my dress and whimpered like a beaten dog – ‘promise you won’t tell’.” Otalia flopped down on Tokonus plush bed and crossed her arms. “And of course I helped him. Capturing the [REDACTED] wasn’t as difficult as one might have imagined. He had the gall to believe he would still be paid for his services. My eyes were the last pair he’d ever seen before the light was stolen from his.”
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
Even though the (attempt at) BG sucks, this is still the only drawing that I look at and am like, "Oh, yes, I actually like this."
Digital illustration of Ashrah, from Chronicles of the Realms, by me. She's on the far right of the canvas, only half her face seen in an angry, fierce expression. Black blood (demonic blood, alarun) splatters on her forehead and shoulder. Behind her, it's a maelstrom of black and orange, ashes floating around her, hinting at a devastation in the Infernal layer of Ultarzzy.
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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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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
G'morning #WIPSnips! Here we have Milly busy using one of her strange abilities she's not capable of consciously acknowledging quite yet. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Once or twice I feel eyes on me, but I pay them no mind while I find my way down to the basement from the kitchen, almost by instinct, and I begin to snake my way through the extensive maze of rooms down there. It takes an hour before I finish and make my way back to the first or ground floor, whatever you’re supposed to call it, to continue what I started there. Then the second floor, and then the top one. Every room with a door that’ll open, I sweep with this process, not taking in any conscious detail as I do so. A bright conduit of sensation rushes up and down the fingers that are in constant contact with the building, helping shape and fill in the surrounding sensations as I go, like a tiny moving stream filling in the space between dry gravel.
By the time I’m finished with the ground floor, I’m already achieving a vague understanding of it all, one that becomes sharper and clearer the more I proceed. I skip past the in-use classroom as its door is closed, because I know very well that trying this with everyone present will cause far too much confusion. 
Many more rooms have been passed over like this, and these are details to be filled in at a later occasion. Today, however, I finish at Irena’s office door. Like a violin string that finally snaps after years of dedicated service to music, the valley dissolves, and my conscious mind floods back to reality.
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Pint👑 @psprincess.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
🍯🐻 6️⃣5️⃣💵 🅿️aypal and 🌜ashapp accepted! ___ #sonicadopt #sonicthehedgehog #art #furryart #adoptable
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Papa 'Iron Breaker' Djinn @papadjinn.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
Although not a main part of the story, music is a part of Duggy's story. One of his favorite games as a child is a rhythm game and his nickname was given to him by a singer.
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