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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄👻 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 3h

#WIPSnips 7. "Comparison" Patience, Mileena, patience. (I have the exact same thought towards drawing, though, so... 🤷🏽‍♀️) #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #MileenaSuêòng #ShangTsung #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

Mileena sighed. Yes, spiritual magic was powerful and beautiful, but extremely difficult to manipulate, let alone master. She still had much to learn before she could become even half the mystic that Shang Tsung was. Before she could make him proud.

“Have patience, Mileena. You’re just beginning to learn what I have been practising for longer than you have been alive.” More than two thousand years of constant studies, magical exercises, and martial arts practices. It gave Mileena a headache just thinking about it. Her connection with arcane magic, and even the little cultivation she engaged in, seemed so much simpler by comparison.

“Maybe I’m just not made for this.”

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Amber Hathaway, Little White Flowers author @amber-hathaway.bsky.social · 2h

"A forgery." That had to be it. Someone had created a false copy of the Book and left it in place of the genuine article. [He] shook his head. "The text from the library's copy has been compared against the reverend's personal copy. The two passages are identical..." #WIPSnips

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mk 🎃👻 @mkwritesfic.bsky.social · 3h

Comparison --> compare From CultWIP first draft, right after Rowan and Callix fight the shadow creatures. #WIPSnips #writesky #writingcommunity #writingprompts

For a long while, they just stood there, with nothing but their own weary breaths to break the silence. Rowan destroyed his sword – an act that was far less painful than creating it – and waited as his heart slowed and his breathing returned to normal. There was blood all over him, oozing from cuts and scrapes and a long gash that one of the creatures had slashed into his left leg. It hurt to put weight on it, but it was manageable. Barely a scratch compared to some injuries he had endured in the past.

Callix was the first to break the silence. “Are you okay?”

Rowan glanced at him, wary. No one had ever asked him that after a fight. If he was too injured to go on, he simply went to their healers. If he wasn't, he kept fighting. And he always kept fighting. Admitting that it was too much was admitting weakness, and Rekshimyr's followers could not be weak.

“Yes,” he answered. “Why would I not be?”

“Because I'm sure as shit not,” Callix said. “I have to imagine you're doing worse considering you made all of that.”

“I'm fine,” Rowan said.

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Scarlet Mitchell is a 👻g..g..ghost!👻 @scarletvmitchell.bsky.social · 3h

#WIPSnips Helena and Kia cloud-gazing and talking about Hell.

“Hm? The rift? The otherworld?”
“Yeah…”
It hadn’t really hit Helena, until now, that Kia had come from the other side, or that it was a whole world of its own.
“Yes. It’s… a complicated place. The monks that built the chapel believed it to be Hell. Their stories get some things right, but most things… They thought we were all devils. Anything they didn’t understand was evil.”
“What’s it like?”
“It’s not like how Hell is described in your books. It’s beautiful. We call this world the Grayworld, because the colors here are so dull in comparison. But there are no clouds. No sun or moon either. The sky is bright with color.”
She paused, scanning the clouds above, the light of the sky reflected in her clear, tawny eyes.

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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 10h

From Miraculous Horrors: Dainn is a huge problem for Riven because he looks exactly like Antony, who has been dead for five years. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SciFi #ScienceFiction #SFF

“Let me see,” he said.
The gentleness in his voice caught her off guard. For the majority of their short acquaintance, Dainn had been gruff, combative, agitated, or silent. That made it easy to avoid making unhelpful comparisons between him and Antony. Antony had rarely been any of those things. He’d been good natured, almost to a fault.

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💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 10h

October 7th – comparison Nik has plans to bring back some traditions from her old life! K’allon is a bit nervous about it. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Fun, maybe, but is this really a good idea?” K’allon fell in step behind them.
“This is a fantastic idea.” Nik shot him a wicked smile.
“If you say so. Doesn’t really seem in line with the whole discipline thing you were going on about just now.”
“I meant every word of that. But if you expect your people to work hard, you’ve got to give them a chance to blow off a little steam, too.”
“This how you did it back in the day?”
“Nah…”
“I didn’t think so.” K’allon smirked.
“No, this is going to be pretty tame in comparison.” Nik laughed in response. “But there is a limit to what we have access to, out here. We’ll just have to make do.”
K’allon shook his head, ruefully. “So, what I am hearing is that all soldiers are as reckless as you?”
“Only the good ones.” She winked and jogged ahead to catch up with her crew.
S’immi moved to follow, but K’allon grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
“Hold on just a second, friend. You want to tell me why I didn’t know anything about this? It is a little embarrassing, given my position. And yours.”

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Nicole R. @sainiku.northsky.social · 10h

#WIPSnips Yesterday I described Vigaras, and today we're heading to Glasset! It's a beautifully scenic getaway for the royal family by Glasset Lake. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

The royal villa was on a hill, and the lounge we sat in was like more like a balcony with glass walls enclosing it. Trees had been cut down, forming a path between the villa and Glasset lake, granting us the most breathtaking view. Whether in the daylight sun or the moon’s glow, the lake shimmered calmly in the distance.

Glasset mountain rested beside it, though it was more like a big rocky hill that sloped down and ended at the north edge of the lake. It was dwarfed in comparison by the mountain range north of it, which nearly reached all the way to Razir.

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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 9h

Blair sought out Nadia and joined her for breakfast. They spoke about nothing. Blair spoke about House Wander. She spoke of the pressure of being the granddaughter of a legendary monster hunter.

“It’s why I wanted to become a hunter. But as I started training, I learned that my lineage meant that people judged me. I had to work harder than other apprentices and squires. And my sister was always ahead of me. Of course she was, she was five years older. But that didn’t stop people from comparing us. I struggled to keep up. I was always the lesser Wander girl. I worry that it’s why I’m so quick to charge in. But I can’t help it.”
“That’s understandable,” Nadia answered. “Don’t beat yourself up over such things. I’m jealous though. They allowed you to choose your path and make your own way.”
“It cost my parents their marriage. My fathers: Hugo and Ivo.”
“You have two fathers? And you call them by name?”
“Yes and yes. I call them by name because calling them both father is awkward. Hugo supported my choice to become a hunter. Ivo objected. I learned that he had objected to Ash becoming a hunter as well. And he had worried as she underwent training. And he didn’t want to put another daughter into harms way. But Hugo is my father by birth. So he could overrule Ivo.”

“How does that work?” Nadia asked. “Who is your mother?”
“My birth mother is a sex worker. She specialized in carrying babies for noblemen with husbands.”
“Is that normal in Ys?” Nadia’s eyes widened.
“Completely.”
“And you’re still in the line of succession?” Nadia asked.
“I am. Though, I’m in no danger of ever becoming baroness.”
“Ys feels like some utopian fantasy land, the more I learn about it.”
“It isn’t. The classism is terrible, too many nobles treat commoners like dirt. They have rights, on paper. But in practice, a noble could murder a commoner and suffer no consequences. Could do, and many have done.”
“Thule is the same.” Nadia nodded.

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roz is here & not here 🪄🌹🦇🫧 | Rozlai Eyler @starbuds-and-roses.bsky.social · 9h

going w a synonym and an actual comparison. . . ✨ men that are the spitting image of their mothers ✨ #WIPSnips #WriteSky

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Thick black hair that tumbled down their shoulders in waves, soft grey-blue eyes, voice effortlessly warm and disarming, and laugh this beautiful, sparkling thing casting light across the open room, the resemblance was as striking as Yalo had claimed. Without the decades of difference in age, Asza's love of turquoise jewelry, and the small, faint beauty mark underneath Neszra's left eye, they would be nearly impossible to differentiate. They even held the same preference in sweaters: both dotted with buttons made of a white, shimmering, opalescent material, knit using the same stitch pattern, and solid grey, Asza's only a couple shades lighter than Neszra's.

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rachels_memories on AO3 @rachels-memories.bsky.social · 9h

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #traumamakesdrama ‘Comparison’ (‘compare’) in Wizards Without Wands

"BUT, ABRAXAS LOVED YOU?"

"I HAVE SAID SO."

"IN *THAT* WAY?"

"IN EVERY WAY. OH, HE WAS CRUEL AND UNCONCERNED WITH ANY SMALL DISCOMFORT OF MINE. AND I HAD LITTLE OR NOTHING TO COMPARE IT TO. BUT HE — ABRAXAS MADE IT SEEM *RIGHT, * HE MADE IT SEEM... *PROPER.*

"AND THERE WAS SIMPLY NO WAY I COULD SEPARATE MY — FEELINGS — FROM HIS CRUELTY. IT *WAS* CONFUSING. HE CAME TO ME THAT NIGHT. HE DIDN'T SAY, 'YOU ARE MINE NOW, YOU BELONG TO THE FAMILY. YOU WILL BECOME ADEPT IN ALL FORMS OF THE DARK ARTS, AND WORK TO CHAMPION THE FAMILY IN THE WORLD AT LARGE.’”

"MAYBE HE *DID* SAY IT...?"

"YES, YES, MY DARLING BOY."

"BUT HE HURT YOU, COERCED YOU."

LUCIUS COCKED HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE. "DID HE? OR DID HE JUST MAKE ME INTO THE MAN I WAS MEANT TO BE?"

Wizards Without Wands by rachels_memories

a sequel to The Ribbon Gift

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Asteyni 🖤🤍💜 @asteyni.bsky.social · 9h

Compare is definitely close enough. Jorryn is spiraling trying to figure out how feasible this research "opportunity" is. From my sci-fi conspiracy story. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Certainly, a part of them was intrigued by the challenge, but the research sounded like it would be more frustrating than fruitful and a lot of work either way. There were so many unknowns. Could they get ahold of patient files? Or proprietary mech specifications? They probably needed to do some experiments with unprocessed nerephite and healthy human cells, which felt perilous to say the least. Did those need to be from a Nerusean? Did it matter? Probably. And if data already existed, could they get their hands on it and compare the results? All to investigate a claim Jorryn hadn't even made.

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Ralanr @ralanr.bsky.social · 9h

The downside of reading fantasy stories in a fantasy setting is that it's easy to be disappointed by fictional magic vs real magic. No fireballs. What is life? #WIPSnips

<White background, black text>
Lounging atop his bed, Jarek surveyed the domain that was his room. Boredom wrapped around him like the worst blanket on a cold winter night. Itchy in all the wrong places but unable to be tossed aside lest the chill seep into him.

A window stared out over the lake, and the desk beside his bed was littered with open books he couldn’t bring himself to finish. Few were flipped past the first ten pages. Compared to his old abode, it was smaller, though the week spent adjusting to it proved that the size didn’t matter. He felt as suffocated as he had before. The only difference that mattered was that his bookshelves were closer, robbing him of ten extra steps to grab a book he’d undoubtedly be familiar with.

Since the chair was not built with tails in mind, the bed remained his most comfortable place to read. Depending on the tale, it would be his horse, his flying carpet, or his ship. All heroic tales filled with men of wit, strength, honor, and sometimes all three. They’d slay ogres, goblins, giants, and other monsters that hid in the darkest forests or mountains. Sometimes, there was a powerful magic user to be dealt with; sometimes, one aided the hero, and other stories lacked such direct magic at all. With Karthan as the foremost expert on magic, Jarek often hounded him with questions and comparisons of real magic versus fantastical. Karthan never liked the portrayal of the Arcane, often going on rants about the ridiculous spells and frivolous casting. Jarek stopped asking the physician questions on the subject once he learned fireballs were not possible as he imagined them.

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🍰 Cakes 🔞 @coveryourcakes.bsky.social · 9h

When Jason isn't suffering The Horrors and being a sad edgelord, he's getting relentlessly teased by someone in his life. Like here, as Momo and Rayne tell him that his girlfriend has basically made a Jira and a Confluence for this side story sex adventure.

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"Of course we know about it already," Momo says calmly, turning a page in the grimoire she's reading. Rayne and Clay chuckle softly from where they're sprawled on the floor of the conversation pit, long fingers teasing at the waistband of their pants as they study a tome of their own. It looks comically small in their hand. "She wants to compare your reactions to each of us over a few days per bite and find what works best for you. There's spreadsheets and a database."

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🎃🕸J.M. Weaver 🕷👻 @jmweaverauthor.bsky.social · 9h

#WIPSnips Oh! I mentioned this exact snip pretty recently in a post, talking about how Danielle doesn't really react much to Lin J'Roe. In this snip, Dannie meets a (highly ferocious!) Chimera. She gives him/them a bit of insight into how she feels. 😅

Constance squinted at me, then noticed Danielle. “Hang on, who’s that?”

“Hi. You must be Constance, Gary, and Lysander. I’m Danielle Vera of Earth,” Dannie greeted them.

Constance waved a paw. I made a noise like a tea kettle about to erupt because it was really cute. “Hi, Danielle Vera of Earth! Wait, you don’t seem too bothered by me? Time ago was, visitors’d be really impressed to see such a ferocious creature! Come to think of it, the whole lot of you are taking this pretty well.”

Danielle folded her arms. “Well, it’s scary here, sure. But right now in my world, my country is run by a corrupt ex-reality TV star, elementary schools get shot up every day, people struggle to put food on the table while others have hundred million dollar divorces, and the entire planet might be uninhabitable in a matter of centuries yet we care more about making our own made-up Monopoly money than protecting the one habitable place for us in the entire universe. Because big oil. So, a giant talking cat with a snake tail is pretty tame in comparison.”

Constance blinked twice, startled. “I don’t know what any of that means but it sounds awful!”

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Finn McLellan @saranadosfiction.com · 8h

#WIPSnips | comparison In which Avebury gets entirely the wrong end of the stick ( saranadosfiction.com/2022/11/11/s... )

“Oh please,” Avebury said, scornfully. “I’m hardly likely to give you the full details of my plan at this juncture, am I? Do you take me for some sort of gloating penny-dreadful villain?”

*If the comparison offends you that much, maybe stop threatening to have your pet monster rip the head off anyone who disagrees with you.* But needling him about that wasn’t going to make this conversation go anywhere useful – and, more to the point, might be a bloody good way to lose whatever protection he currently had from the Turned. *Though as far as I’m aware, he’s still back in the city. Or at least, I bloody hope to all the gods he is.*

Out loud, he said “And how exactly are you expecting to convince me to throw my lot in with your crowd if you won’t tell me what it is you’re after? Even the recruiting sergeants for the companies manage a better spiel than that.”

“A fair touch,” Avebury admitted, after a moment. “Though I’m still not about to give you every single detail of the great work. Let us just say that, when it comes to end goals, mine far outstrip any that Johann and the more traditionalist members of our organisation could even begin to consider – and, to that end, I am more than willing to use whatever tools come my way.”

“And that includes Viola?” Mortimer asked, before he could stop himself.

The Sinnlenst sighed. “I don’t see why you’re so fixated on the woman, but yes. Miss Cervanso is both a very capable asset in her own right, despite her obvious disadvantages, and also an exceptionally useful piece in the game. And, as I said, I don’t take kindly to poachers.”

“And, as I said, she’s her own bloody person.”

“And she’s also not here, so I don’t see what the issue is. Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were sweet on her.”

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Dr. Omega 🦞 @theomegageek.bsky.social · 8h

Everyone's dressed nicely (for once), yet the bickering continues. #WIPSnips

Text reads: “That’s a lovely suit,” Grace said, just to start the night out on the right foot.
“Ain’t mine. It belongs to Johnny, but he’s in prison ‘til next spring and we’re near close enough in size, so Maggie let me borrow it,” Kat replied, hands in her coat pockets as she idly looked around the foyer.
“And the hat?”
“Oh, nicked that on me way here,” and she tapped it proudly.
“What, off of someone’s head?”
“No, miss, off their arse. Where do you bloody think?”
“Ladies, please!” Mme. Chauvinard bustled into the foyer, dressed rather simply compared to the day before in a matching deep blue skirt and blouse which were tailored to emphasise her upright posture. She looked quite ready for whatever business lay before them. In contrast, Grace had decided to wear a cream dress she’d brought in case of an occasion and which she’d worn to a friend’s child’s christening.

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Ellie Lieberman @ellielieberman.bsky.social · 7h

It should have been beautiful… if it wasn’t so overwhelming. If she hadn’t felt so small in comparison to the growing reminder of just how big their world was. Just how far Pine could be. - When Morning Comes #WIPSnips

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 7h

🌶️ SEX TALK #comparison from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Draconid Sera gets sight of Marcus in the shower and considers his human anatomy. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Hm. That was interesting. Sera had never seen a human’s penis before. She hadn’t seen many penises at all, for that matter. She’d dated a classmate when she was in fourth stage education, and she had seen his dick on no more than three occasions, but that was about it. And maybe Aval’s was a poor comparison. She had it on good authority from boys in school, and even the men she’d worked with after education, that Mandate dicks were the biggest in the Accord. The pride of drake-dom, so to speak. And besides, on all three occasions where she had seen and touched Aval’s drake, it had been thick and hard. Marcus’ was cold from the Theonova’s internal chill, and he was embarrassed. So she shouldn’t be too harsh. Still…
“H-Hey!” he exclaimed, covering himself with one hand. “Wh-What are you doing?”

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Barrows @barrows.itch.io · 7h

I really like this bit. #WIPSnips

"I'm sorry."
"Not to me."
"To whom, then?"
"Who do you think?"
Khamsin narrows her eyes. "You've been speaking to her?"
"Obviously."
"Hm."
"We have been comparing notes, you see."
"On?"
"You, mostly."

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Zed Prospero @zprospero.bsky.social · 7h

#WIPSnips The Voice of God gets angry at Virgil and decides to hit him where it’ll hurt most. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

"My son is an angel. What are you, compared to him? A pet. A plaything that throughout the centuries and millennia he'll grow bored of and toss aside. You think you know my son better than I? You have been here for but the span of a blink of my eye."

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Audry T. ~ she/her @audryt.bsky.social · 7h

#wipsnips #wip #writesky #fantasy You're all 18+ right? Riiiiiight? OK then click to the next post.

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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 6h

Using 'compare', Alitzah realises that her home may look beautiful but it's never far from violence. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

They could rest here for a few moments, Alitzah thought as she looked down at the tarn. It looked even more like a mirror from up high, the fells reflected on its placid surface in a full myriad of late summer colours; soft,velvety green to deep, russet red. Sprigs of yellow gorse and the slow moving white-grey sheep were cut off by trails of long, grey walls. It was surprisingly peaceful for a region she knew was prone to violence. She’d seen enough of it in her life but her experiences were nothing compared to people like Dovera. The last thing Dovera had said told Alitzah enough about Laith.

“It’ll never stop. If it ain’t plague then it’s raids. If not raids then it’s wars. Death. Always more n’ more death.”

Alitzah carried those words like a packhorses burden. There must be some way to stop all of that and make Laith a safer place to live.

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Erika Chandler @erikachandler.bsky.social · 6h

An unexpected encounter leaves Jiro furious. #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writesky #writingcommunity #YA #fantasy

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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 5h

G'morning #WIPsnips! Today was a tough one, had to really go digging for even a synonym here. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Indeed. Good luck!” Goran says as he lets go from the handshake. I walk up the right staircase, past the luggage mountain and then past the trio at the top. The wood floor does not squeak and groan under my boots, which is surprising, and I see the two flanking sisters keep a close eye on my progress, one pair of friendly blues and one pair of suspicious sandys. I feel the second pair follow me as I walk down the central hallway.
Small alcoves along the corridor each hold a small table and chair, and each table is decorated with a different selection of flowers in a uniquely decorated vase. Several large doors intersperse the walls that are decorated with many, many pictures and paintings of either singular people or large groups. They all look similar enough that I assume that these are all family pictures. None of the pictures look less than three decades old, at least to my inexpert eye.

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Amanda Bryana @amandabryana.bsky.social · 5h

Comparison is a bit of a theme for Kris and Zachariah, namely Zachariah comparing himself and their relationship to Kris and his last Dom. He's smaller, younger, and less experienced than Kris, which is where the insecurity comes from, but it's driving Kris up the wall. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

‘I’m glad there are things you get with me you didn’t have with your ex. I still worry there might be things you need I’m not doing as well on though.’
‘Like what?’ We’d had such a nice day, this was irritating.
‘I don’t know. He was more physical, Maybe I should be stricter, or make punishments harsher. Maybe I’m too soft.’
‘Piper seems like a fairly gentle Dom, and you admire him.’
‘I do, and he is. That said, Mickie pushed his buttons when I was over last time, and the speed he hit his knees to beg forgiveness suggests Piper can pull the strict out too. And he was trained with the boys he ended up claiming, so Albie said it was like Tank and Wolf custom built a Dom for them.’
‘That’s awesome. And your training is being geared towards me now, so you’re similar.’
‘I guess. I just wish I was stronger. I’m lifting harder so I can be more forceful, but I’m never going to be able to throw you around. I don’t want that to be a problem eventually.’
‘I can’t believe this is still a thing.’ I let us into the house, and we settled on the sofa for what was feeling like it might be our first argument.
‘Why are you annoyed with me? And watch your tone. I’m your Dom.’
‘Sorry, Sir. I’m not annoyed, just frustrated. I don’t know how else to say I’m happy.’
‘But you were happy with him too and I’m not that kind of Dom. I can’t be.’
‘And that’s ok. More than ok. I like the Dom you are.’
‘Would you like it more if I incorporated more of what he did?’
‘There’s no way for me to answer that. What things? Incorporate how? Replacing what? You’ve just got to stop comparing our relationship to my last one.’
‘But you do. You have to. If you want me to stop it’s because I don’t come off well.’
‘No, it’s because it’s not comparable. Different traditions, different values. I live a completely different role with you.’
‘So I’m not giving you what you need.’
‘Right now, no! I need you to listen, Sir, and you’re not.’
‘The next time you raise your voice to me there will be consequences.’
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The Doctor (Commissions open) @lucidillusions.in · 4h

Been a while #WIPSnips, but here's a snippet from my WIP—needs some re-writing and maybe I'll expand beyond the current length—for today's word: “comparison” #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Tell me,<redacted>,” I asked, the question emerging as thin and cold as the moon's light. I felt the need to name our shared condition, to place a definitive note in my archive. “We are both creatures of enduring duration, but we are fundamentally different in kind. What are you, I understand that you thrive on the very life I merely archive? And what does that make me, in comparison?”

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Eric Woldry (he/him) 🌈 @woldry.bsky.social · 4h

From my #EpicFantasy WIP, "We Who Walk in Shadow." Oghor and Fae Farran discuss their mutual interest: Ellyll, MC. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #FantasyAuthors

“I can promise not to harm him deliberately.” He raised his glass.
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s something, at any rate. We old monsters must hang together, mustn’t we? There aren’t many like us.”
He bristled a little at the comparison, although he couldn’t say why. Her elegance, poise, and good humor were nothing objectionable. Nor was her obvious competence. And Lohimar knew, Oghor hoarded his own secrets. Why shouldn’t she?
“And your promise?” he asked.
She clutched the pendant at her throat in mock indignation. “You aren’t suggesting I would do the least harm to my very soul? I have sworn an oath. I will keep Ellyll safe.” At last he heard the slight edge to her tone, the implied threat: “No matter what.”

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Ange | Author A. M. Shilling @gunsmile.bsky.social · 4h

Here's the opening paragraph for my vampire horrormance novella, THE HEART IS A WEAPON. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

The muffled bass from the warehouse down the street thumps through the cool night air toward us, but it is a trivial murmur compared to the sweet symphony of a hundred hearts beating as one. I lean toward the promise of hot blood rushing through human veins, my body straining, every fiber of my being yearning for the ferrous taste. Only Roman’s grounding presence at my side keeps me from prowling ahead, though when I glance up at his face, the tension in his jaw reveals how much he’s holding himself back, too.

—The Heart Is a Weapon, draft #3, work in progress

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L.L. Stephens @triempery.bsky.social · 4h

#WIPSnips The word for October 7th is COMPARISON No "comparison" in NOMARA, but Kate does make a few. In this snip she "compares" sex with queens to sex with her. It's an illuminating snip and I hope a funny one. The sex-obsessed nomari can be over the top romantic. #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SFF

Text excerpt from NOMARA, a science fiction WIP by L.L. Stephens. Snip shows Kate discovering the Eshuuni Queen's pleasure pavilions, including the famous one Arasend built especially for claiming Kharys.

A series of pavilions, some open to the night, some enclosed in shells of wonder, each more splendid than the one before it, ringed the drone enclave like jewels. They passed them all. At their center stood a chamber that even in darkness struck hearts still with beauty. All was pale and shimmering, ghostly columns rising above floors of moonlight. A high bed commanded the dais beneath an open portal through which thin clouds scuttled across the faces of two moons. The bed’s pillars, carved of some smooth pale stone, twisted like smoke above a platform as serene and cool as marble. Silk gleamed on that bed, and precious stones spangled the unseen ceiling like stars.
The Jade Pavilion.
It’s an altar, Kate realized, astonished. They take their virgins like offerings. That profound sensuality, possessive and unyielding, assailed her. Arasend had built this place for Kharys, had taken him upon that shining bed, a youth so beautiful she had made claiming his virgin body an act of worship no less transcendent than that of a drone dying in her arms.
Kate’s heart sank. Compared to that, sex with me must be like blowing his nose.

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Kamikaye @kamikaye.bsky.social · 4h

Vela having more eerie nightly encounters. In 'Cloudgazer' #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

But now Vela woke up. Her mouth was dry, she felt unrested. It was dark, and hot, the thick wool sheets and cozy bed had it's disadvantages. She shifted to the side and freed herself from layers of thick blankets, trying to leave Nori undisturbed, a slowly breathing bundle somewhere in that nest.
The room air on her legs was cool and nice in comparison. She sat on the edge for a bit. The room was unlit, and the consortium ship had way less of the typical spaceship deep humming she knew from Alliance vessels. It almost felt like being in some sort of hip hotel or treehouse.
Until an eerie voice greeted her with - Hey !- from any direction at all. She gasped under her breath and started to look around, barely being able to see anything.

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Pythonmelon (Comms open) @pythonmelon.bsky.social · 4h

#WIPSnips from Bloody Terrible- Comparison. Tyson's issues with a coworker.

It didn’t last long enough for him to ever pick up on the arrangement. Darcy left Tyson single for the private sector when a good offer came up. Tyson couldn’t blame him for that, held no hard feelings- he made better money there and probably found better lays. Less neurotic ones, anyway.
What he did leave was a vacuum that failed to distract Bill during the workday from then on out, and all eyes were on them. An opportunity for direct comparison was where the problems sprung up. Three increasingly embarrassing incidents later, with all the accompanying articles and promotion pass-overs, and it was starting to sting.

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Chris Holcombe Author @chrisholcombe.bsky.social · 3h

Comparing notes on the most infamous murder trial in the fall of 1926. Looking for a queer Halloween read? tinyurl.com/3sb58f36 #WIPSnips #booksky #authorsky #writersky #mysterybooks #mysterysky #noir #1920s #queerbooks #lgbtqbooks #gaybooks #queerwriters #lgbtqwriters #queernoir 💙⚡️📚 💙⏳📚 🌈✒️

Kindle screenshot of a page from The Devil Card by Chris Holcombe.

Book cover for THE DEVIL CARD, the 3rd Hidden Gotham Novel by Chris Holcombe. A man in a tuxedo sits at a table holding up a tarot card. Behind him, shadowy men gamble at roulette tables. Tendrils of smoke loop over and around the book title.

The cover is on an iPad that is lying on a shiny, gold tablecloth. A pack of tarot cards rests on the bottom right corner. A orange sticker declaring “Halloween Sale” is on the top left corner.

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Paisley Rose @paisley-rose.bsky.social · 3h

#WIPSnips - COMPARISON Kieran has a stern talking to from his (two years younger) Dad Friend, Wade, after Kieran has been spending a suspicious amount of time around Brie's office.

A text-heavy graphic with a pink background featuring the title UNFORGETTABLE KIERAN MITCHELL. There are illustrations of two characters, a tall man in a suit and a curvy woman in a skirt, on each side of the text box. The text includes the follow snippet:

“Nice to see you again,” he says in that insincerely formal way that probably once made Brie think he was a Nice Guy. But I could tell by the way she closed off around him at breakfast that she’s not fooled by that sort of thing anymore.
I adopt an equally polite and pleasant tone when I respond, because I don’t want this asshole to think he can get under my skin. Not when I know that’s exactly what he’s trying to do.
Brie’s brilliant plan to show her ex that she’s moved on didn’t seem to account for the fact that he might not be as taken as he claimed to be. And that seeing her with someone else might make his underdeveloped lizard brain think about taking her back. As if he has a say in the matter.

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 9h

I had to do some creative mid-paragraph snipping around this to make it work Sunny’s decided to give Mother Nature’s mantle to Jack to save him. But Daisy has some opinions on the matter. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Summer’s Cruel Warmth, Winter’s Gentle Chill 🌞⌛️

Black text, green background, “comparison“ highlighted pink

I clasp the little jar to my chest. "I trust him." The words feel right, despite my misgivings. "I have to trust him."

"You're willing to risk the Earth on that trust?" she says. "You'll leave the Earth to a Winter whose powers aren't as strong as yours, who knows less about how to keep it safe, whose body might still be so weak that he'll die before the next candidates are born? If he's as weak as you say, Mother Nature's powers will boost his, but will they maintain the strength he needs for a thousand years of controlling the climate? Is Jack worth the entire Earth?"

This crushing feeling in my chest must be something akin to what Jack feels. "I.." The entire Earth. "He is to me," I whisper.

But Daisy knows me too well to accept that's my final decision. She puts her hand on my cheek, and says in a voice so gentle, I can hardly believe it's hers, "A thousand years is a long time, and sixteen is a blink of an eye in COMPARISON. Even two hundred years will hardly be any time at all to you. I know it will hurt. I know you'll feel like you betrayed him, but you didn't. You're meant for greater things.

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 3h

#WIPSnips Word of the day is ‘comparison’, which I don’t have so I’m using ‘similar’. From Making Utopia -Eve is trying to avoid a conversation with Michael by working on her new air gun(basically it shoots condensed blasts of air) #WritingCommunity

Groaning, Michael got up and went over to her. She had on a pair of dark goggles and was calmly working on Zephyr, humming to herself a familiar tune. It was the same one that Tommy hummed. In just a few minutes, she had already taken off the main panel, and a few small canisters were removed. He gently put his hand over her shoulder. She flinched at his touch and looked at him. “I think I figured it out. The gun recycles air similar to my pod! It might take me a bit, but I think I can get it working! The longer I hold the trigger-”
“Eve.”
“The longer I hold it, the stronger the blast of air can be! I’m not sure how much it can hold. I might need a few parts, but the box I have should have what I need.”
“Eve, we need to talk.”

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 3h

#LitHodgepodge So this is from my short story The Deeper We Go

Ashley took a deep breath as she looked at her friends surrounded by the campfire. Everyone told her that she should do something to honor her dad. She decided to go on a camping trip. It wasn't just about honoring her dad, but also proving him right.
She tuned out what her friends were talking about awhile ago. They mentioned something about doing this more often, or how they haven't gone camping in a while. A half-full bottle of beer and a beaten old journal sat in front of her. The smell of hot dogs and roasted marshmallows flooded her nose. She didn’t eat, she couldn’t eat, with everything planned.
Opening the first page, Ashley was met with a familiar signature; One she saw a hundred times before. She ran her fingers over the signature, still feeling the strokes of the pen, and seeing the familiar name.
William Howard Crane.

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 16h

#AwesomeCharacters For Making Utopia They do but they never think them through. A theme for Making Utopia is the characters not thinking things though. This will continue in the 2nd and 3rd book #WritingCommunity

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 19h

This is how I flirt (Halloween edition)

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 23h

#LitHodgepodge For Making Utopia I think Eve is a blend of The Rebel and The Hero Archtypes. She is doing something because it is just the right thing to do, but she has her own ways of getting it down. Later on her and Michael disagree on how to deal with the villain. #WritingCommunity

“You should know why.” Eve said, letting out a nervous laugh. “Its because-” She bit her lip, and looked around. Her chest twisted into knots. How could none of them get this by now? She tossed her hands in the air and snapped, "It's just the right thing to do!”
“Yes! I was attracted to her! Yes she rejected me, and YES, I am still upset about it. It’s still the right thing to do! I want to help everyone!” She snapped, her voice nearly echoing downstairs, “Got any other problems about that?!”
“You can’t save everyone.”
“No, I can’t. I can sure as hell try.” She said, “Are you going to help?”
Michael was quiet for a moment. His tongue rolled around in his mouth before taking her hand, squeezing it. “You should already know the answer to that.”
Eve smiled softly, and nodded.
“Yeah, I do.”

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

#AwesomeCharacters For Making Utopia, I can’t answer because it’s involves spoilers for the villain. For Dust and Shadows Tink felt she did what she needed to. In her mind she acted what was best for Peter and Neverland. Especially for the other reason she k*lled Wendy #WritingCommunity

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

#QueerPrompts Eve:Science Michael:Astronomy(he likes to stargaze) Tommy:Cooking Amy:Journalism Nora:School Nurse #WritingCommunity

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Goddamit, Danny Trejo is doing a pro-ICE movie. I know he’ll star in low budget movies or whatever slop Tubi puts out, but the fact he is doing Ben Shapiro’s slop is disappointing.

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Lunchtime, it’s not healthy, but it’s gooood 🤤

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DD Ward ..."Interim Pirate Queen" @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

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Ron V 🏳️‍🌈 @rvillanova312.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

#LGBTWriteAThon -Continue to edit Making Utopia -Write the next chapter to Dust and Shadows -Check in with my cover artist for Drifting Waves #WritingCommunity

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Pythonmelon (Comms open) @pythonmelon.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

#WIPSnips from Ethel Was Alone, my historical Appalachian monster romance

By the time her own plate was empty she still couldn’t bring herself to do the washing, still didn’t want to look at the blood. Instead she moved over, sitting with her back to the wall by the still-closed bedroom door and taking a long breath. “Can I ask you some questions, Mr. Jeremiah? Since we’re keeping each other company.”

More silence, then the quiet, heavy thump of him sitting with his back to the door. He was keeping it closed on her, but now they were no more than a few inches apart. She could have smelled his breath if there hadn’t been two inches of good wood between them. “I don’t see why not, I can palaver. What’s on your mind, Miss Ethel?”

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Samantha Breaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Spencer has gone through a hidden entrance in the Fain ruins and Wren was forced to stay behind. 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

Wren stood perfectly still, staring at the stones that had swallowed Spencer up. She didn’t throw herself at the wall and pound on it or grab the crowbar from her pack and try to lever it back open, even though her fingers itched to do just that. Fear swirled in her gut, offering up image after unsettling image. Spencer impaled in a pit of spikes, or crushed beneath a fallen stone, or simply laying on the ground, gasping for his next breath as the air slowly ran out.

None of that is going to happen and even if it does, it was still worth it, she told the fear. It didn’t believe her, so she thought of last night and tried to smother the feeling with memories of Spencer’s hands on her skin, his kiss on her lips, the velvet rumble of his voice saying he loved her. Worth it, she told the fear again and it finally receded, begrudgingly.

“You all right, then?” Molly asked conversationally, like they were talking about nothing more consequential than the weather or a broken bit of tack.

“I’m fine,” Wren lied smoothly. “I’ll scout around a bit, though, just in case.” The thought of standing still and just waiting was too much to bear. Molly gave her an understanding nod and stepped aside, making room for Wren to pass.

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