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Mad scientist, testing H2O to keep it safe from supervillains & polluters. Prolly posting about writing, workouts, games/tv, or cats. Maybe about mud. She/her. No LLMs/AI allowed

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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 3h
Ren's the least patient, which is funny because he's been a ghost for 70+ years. But he always wants to be moving & doing things & getting answers Blake doesn't want to do things, but when he puts his mind to something, Sir Grumpsalot will grump a lot #AwesomeCharacters 1/5
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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 5h
Looking for your next dark fantasy series? Do you love: ✨dark fantasy 🌙 slow-burn romance ⚔️ morally grey characters 🌿 magic w/a cost Now is the perfect time to enter my dark fantasy series—the Kickstarter for Book 3 is LIVE, w/rewards for new/returning readers. ✨8 days left✨ #BookSky #FantasyBooks
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🫜Prof Emily🫜 @professoremily.bsky.social · 8h
Hey everyone! This October I'm hosting #Conlangity, a game about fictional languages! The goal is to help total newbies craft a conlang that is realistic & usable! It will hopefully be accessible to non-linguist people, but it won't be for the faint of heart. Prepare for a challenge! MORE INFO👇🧵
Prompt list for #Conlangity, a game for building a fictional language! Hosted by @professoremily.bsky.social. Light yellow text printed in two columns over an orange background showing a faint photo of a large open dictionary.

1. CULTURE: Name & speakers of your language
2. SOUNDS: Basic sounds or units of speech
3. SOUNDS: Rare/never used sounds
4. SOUNDS: Rules of pronunciation, emphasis & tone
5. CULTURE: How did your language develop & what is it for?
6. VOCAB: greetings/farewells

7. GRAMMAR: Word order
8. GRAMMAR: Compound words, prefixes & suffixes
9. GRAMMAR: Noun modification (number, case, gender, articles)
10. VOCAB: Words/phrases about relationships

11. GRAMMAR: Pronouns
12. GRAMMAR: Descriptive words
13. VOCAB: Words/phrases about location and direction

14. GRAMMAR: Verbs
15. GRAMMAR: Verb conjugation & other variations
16. GRAMMAR: Verbals (infinitives, gerunds, participles)
17. VOCAB: Words/phrases about time

18. GRAMMAR: Prep-/Postpositions
19. GRAMMAR: Negations & Comparisons
20. VOCAB: Words for numbers

21. GRAMMAR: Subordinate Clauses
22. GRAMMAR: Asking questions, giving commands, speaking in hypotheticals
23. VOCAB: Words/phrases about food & drinks

24. GRAMMAR: Common abbreviations & mutations
25. VOCAB: Common slang, idioms, cursing
26. VOCAB: Words/phrases about animals and plants

27. VOCAB: Words or phrases that a tourist would need to know
28. CULTURE: A word with an interesting etymology
29. CULTURE: Writing system

30. VOCAB CHALLENGE: Translate song lyrics into your language
31. FREE DAY: Something that wasn’t covered/how you plan to use the language in your work?
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Victoria Strauss @victoriastrauss.com · 8h
A win on fair use: court rejects fair use defense of AI training
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Aud Connelly: transcribing #Dogwood3 (65.2/95k) @audconnelly.bsky.social · 16h
#Dogwood1 HOUND FATALE is coming on November 17! But you can preorder the ebook now! Paperbacks on release day, and it will be available on KDU. preorder link: www.amazon.com/dp/B0HLBF4CP1 sample chapters + content warnings: www.audconnelly.com/the-dogwood-...
This is the announcement flyer for THE DOGWOOD CHRONICLES 1: HOUND FATALE by Aud Connelly. The cover is a starry night sky with silhouettes of trees in the foreground. The title HOUND FATALE is a mix of gothic and cursive lettering with a woodcut of a rabbit from the public domain.

Around the cover are the following details:
Gratuitous violence, profanity, and laughing at all the wrong shit.
Pathetic yearning lovesick
“bad guys”.
Messy people, trippy magic.
Alternate-timeline fantasy.
Bad takes on classic literature.
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Artemis Quinn 🏳️‍⚧️🎨📚 @vampireantihero.com · 12h
We are 30 days out from #BookBazaar26, launching on @backerkit.com ! On October 29th, Such Sweet Sorrow will bring you on a tug-of-war between sadness and horror. Rebecca Sinclaire will saunter into the in-between this fall when the veil is thin. Follow the campaign and read the first chapter.
backerkit.com
Such Sweet Sorrow
Get notified when Such Sweet Sorrow launches on BackerKit!
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Kara Buchanan 🏳️‍⚧️ @magicariot.com · 11h
my books have transed multiple people now so I'm just saying if you need an excuse to finally start your transition just read about gay Portland magical girls
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 11h
Very WIP 😅 Only after I break him of that hero worship can I show him what kind of hero I can be #WritingPrompt
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Nicole L. Soper Gorden / Nicole Leland @nicolelsopergorden.bsky.social · 14h
I just really like this snippet - it says a lot about all four brothers in one image. 💜 From Byron's arc of The Atlas Brothers Break the Multiverse #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting
Weak light came through the broken windows of the fire station, highlighting floating dust and all the mess they didn’t clear well enough in the dark the night before.  On the cement floor just to the right, at the edge of the garage space, his three brothers slept on.  Tennyson, closest to the door, was on his side with the sleeping bag pulled up completely over his head until he looked like nothing more than a nylon a cocoon.  In the middle, Kip sprawled like it was his job to take up the space of any three normal people, arms and legs all sticking free of the sleeping bag’s sleeve and splayed akimbo.  Poe was curled up into a tight ball facing away from the others, almost hugging his knees to his chest in his sleep, black hair hiding his face.
Byron looked at them, his chest hurting.  His brothers.  They all looked so young in sleep, tucked into sleeping bags in the middle of a giant cement floor mapped with cracks from age and smeared with dirt they’d tried to sweep away.  Byron had screwed up, and now they were in danger.  He tried to swallow past the ache rising from his chest and into his throat.  He wouldn’t let anything happen to them.  He couldn’t.
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 12h
Want some more BigBad songs? I swear I already had Houdini lined up for BigBad before I ever saw the music video, but OMG, the puppet mastering! This is partly about his torture of Ace (it’s about where Ace loses his eye) & partly about BB’s past youtu.be/_GMQLjzVGfw?... #SongsOfSeptember 1/2
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Foster The People - Houdini (Official Video)
YouTube video by fosterthepeopleVEVO
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 23h
Under orders of a mind-controlling super, Dr. E knocked BigBad out w/ a microscope Imprisoned Ace has been getting free when he’s sure BB won’t catch him ICYMI: Ace & BB share Evie’s body, & the boys are in a “control room” in her brain #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Master/Puppet 🦹🏼😈
Black text, green background, “well“ highlighted pink

[BigBad] lies on the floor of the teleporter platform, and the screen is black. Are we dead? Did Dad kill us?

The lights on the console tell me Evie's body's still going. Maybe if she looks like herself, maybe it's enough to stop Dad, the way going from Evie to [BigBad] was enough to stop the Cheetah. But Caleb was so specific for the Cheetah, and Dad knows I'm still in here.

[Big Bad] doesn't move. How long until he comes to? Is he aware now?

It doesn't matter. I have to wake Evie. I undo my bindings and stumble to the console, killing that damn noise.

"Wake up. Evie, this is Ace! I'm telling you to wake up." My fingers stumble over some buttons that I've seen [BigBad] use to give Evie commands. "You have to. Please, wake up, now!"

"WELL, this is new."

My breath catches in my throat, and I don't dare move, much less turn around to face him. "I'm saving us."

"And what an admirable job you're doing, Acey." His voice drips with false sweetness. "Go ahead, let's see what you've got. Then we'll talk about how we're going to deter you from getting loose again."

My hand falls from the console. "Evie," I whisper, "save me."
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🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 22h
A continuation of yesterdays #WIPSnips. They're not playing cards for money but rather whoever loses has to make sure they're not all murdered in their sleep. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“What are we playing for?” Oula asked.

“Whoever loses stays up tonight and makes sure that farmer doesn’t murder us?” I’anthal suggested with a grim smile.

“That was dirty what his sister wife said to you,” Cailo muttered, his gaze focused on the cards.

“Sister wife?” I’anthal asked, all innocence.

“Well, you know these Laitheners.” Cailo finally looked away from his cards and glanced up at where Alitzah lay asleep. “They do like to keep it in the family.”

“Rumours, I’d imagine.” I’anthal smiled and replaced one of his cards for another. “It’s like how they see us Amtervians, we’re either sex starved or sex mad.”

Oula raised her eyebrows at how blunt I’anthal was. “And which are you?”

He answered with a wide smile and a single word. “Satisfied.”
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 22h
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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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 20h
#WIPSnips 29/9: My first WIPsnip... from a psychological thriller/folk horror novel, working title ‘The Silted Silence’.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the monochrome meadow remained—burned into my retinas like a flashbulb flare.
Downstairs, Mum moved about the kitchen—the clatter of a teacup, the muffled drone of the morning news. The everyday world turned on its axis, oblivious that the stubble in the fields was whispering Skyla’s name. I tried to call out to her, to tell her I’d found the coin, but my throat was a dry well, choked with the phantom reek of stop-bath vinegar and damp earth.
Mum found me an hour later. She brought me paracetamol and water, tucking a hot-water bottle against my feet as my fever broke into violent chills. I drifted between nightmares and an anxiety-riddled awakening.
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Laken Honeycutt 💫 Book 3 Kickstarter is live! 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 19h
Ætheren returns home to the Mycellium Forest… 🎪🖤✨ From The Mycellium Forest (Book 3) 💫 Kickstarter is live! 💫 Help bring this story to life… #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
From draft four of Book 3 (TMF), chapter 31, Ætheren POV:

They stood at the base of the Aurinthal. He knew a secret passageway into the mountain. It was quicker than scaling the mountain and would take them to Shålan’s abode. Ætheren supposed there were many benefits to growing up here and knowing the forest and the mountain so well. 

At the threshold of the mountain’s entrance, scents of damp moss and earthen rich soil hit Ætheren, bringing a rush of childhood memories. This was the only home he had ever known.
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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 19h
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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🍃sage nightmare owen 👻 @sageowenwrites.bsky.social · 17h
Matthew’s about to learn what he did the night he blacked out that upset Cory and he’s trying to be on his best behavior. Cory’s not. #WIPSnips “well” from SmokeWIP #writeSky #writingCommunity #writingPrompts #lgbtqWriters
Excerpt from SmokeWIP, a sage Owen romance novel wip. Text as follows:

Matthew swallowed a familiar jolt as he pulled into the parking lot and saw the Sierra. Another frisson of nameless, overwhelming sensation at Cory leaned casually on the tailgate, elbow hooked back, scrolling on his phone, a cigarette dangling between his lips. He didn't know he smoked.

"Hey." He greeted when he got out of his truck. Cory gave him a dry look somewhere between baleful and pitying. "Thanks for meeting me."

"Yeah, well." It was a classic Mercer refrain, a shorthand for it is what it is and what else was I supposed to do and I don't know how to respond to that so let's keep it moving and maybe even a little go fuck yourself for flavor. Smoke curled up out of his mouth like a waterfall.

This was no former athlete, only child of medical professionals. "I've only got an hour."
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 16h
#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 · 16h
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 · 16h
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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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 22h
🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 In most ways, migrating to a culturally similar country is far easier. EXCEPT there will be a million teeny rules and references you'll be expected to know but don't. Here Dr Edwards falls foul of this phenomenon. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire
“You asked to be informed when the Selkie returned from Eilbree,” said the barman brightly, before Edwards could place his order. “She put into port half and hour ago.”

“The needles!” cried Edwards. “Why didn’t you knock straight away?”

“Erm… Sardine said you were entertaining someone. We didn’t like to interrupt. Speaking of which,” the man said, leaning over the counter and lowering his voice. “I’ve worked both sides of the Circle Sea and while Midrans won’t bat an eye at two married men, they get a bit funny about unwed couples. Any unwed couples. A little more discretion if you’re not putting a ring on it would be my advice.”

“We didn’t-” Edwards broke off and scowled. It was none of the man’s business, though he seemed to mean well. “Friends can’t share a room then?”

“Only if you’re in a group. It’s not the done thing in pairs unless you’re first-degree relatives. Some inns will boot you out for it.”

“Huh.”
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🌱 El(iza)beth 🌬️ K 🔥 T 🌊 @arachnereid.bsky.social · 16h
might as WELL... #WIPsnips
Rumors about the relative peace and abundance of the West always percolated, but stories passed through the trade chains may as well have been legends.
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Ellie Lieberman @ellielieberman.bsky.social · 22h
"When there's so much possibility after the world has felt impossible for so long, I suppose it's inevitable to try to chase it all as quickly as you can. When you have gone so long without, you know its fragility well." - When Morning Comes #WIPSnips
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 23h
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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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 23h
Since I'm in Hadrian mode I'll regale everyone with another snip of Hadrian being an asshole. Here he is having a matter-of-fact talk with Dainn about Dainn's upcoming death. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SciFi #ScienceFiction #SFF
   Hadrian stood up, stretching. “If it helps you make peace, Riven cried when I told her. Well, she more than cried. She screamed and threw things at me. A couple of them were things I liked, too.” He laughed. “She might think you’re Antony, otherwise I don’t know why she would fucking care so much.”
   That didn’t help at all. The idea that Riven would grieve for him, the way she’d grieved for Antony … that made Dainn's whole body ache. “When?” he asked.
   “I don’t know, two or three days? Why? You want to get your affairs in order? You don’t have any affairs.”
   “It’s nice to know the date of one’s execution.”
   Hadrian yawned. “I suppose.”
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Not online too much today, guys. Hope to have more time for games tomorrow 💙
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OTHERSIDE @othersidespec.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
We are opening submissions for our fourth and final issue of the year in October! SOON! Issue 4 has a theme: EXPLORATION 🪐🗡️ Early opening for trans, BIPOC, and/or disabled authors: October 1-7 General submissions: October 8-21 Guidelines: othersidespec.com/guidelines/
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Submission Guidelines - OTHERSIDE
Submission guidelines for fiction and poetry submissions to OTHERSIDE, including opening dates and how to submit.
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Still AMANDA 💎 Writing Rushak but dressed up for Halloween! #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #prime -> spring Lara gets a warning from her father - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
"It is your love for him—I see it in your
eyes—that gives me pause. As you say, the war is close to him, perhaps too close, and he is no warrior. He has not even the temperament of a hunter, though
I suspect he kills well and mercifully.
I’ve had a disturbing dream, my daughter,
and I fear he will not return from Gibil the same lad who left the Forest in the spring of young manhood." He stroked his chin. "Observe this fire. See how cheerfully the flames dance, but without soul."

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
So many choices! Let’s start with a sunshine song for Kena & Mireia @professoremily.bsky.social youtu.be/cqLmIRZDBv4?... #SongsOfSeptember
youtu.be
Sun Is Shining(lyrics)-Axwell Ingrosso
YouTube video by The Lyrical Zone
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Skye Kilaen @skyekilaen.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Why you should use a PHYSICAL scene separator (e.g. asterisks) in your books instead of an empty space: 1) Some ereader / app somewhere may simply not show the empty space. 2) Some people read on devices with the text REALLY BIG. Your chance of the empty space being at the end of the screen is...
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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Evidently I only ever use the word "prime" in sex scenes so instead of going there I added "prime rib" to this scene so I'd have an excuse to post another Hadrian snip #WIPSnips #WIP #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SciFi #ScienceFiction #SFF
   Hadrian tapped his temple with one finger. “I remember what you like, see? Prime rib. Mashed potatoes with Parmesan cheese.” He pointed at the bowl and narrowed his eyes at one of the serving boys. “That had better have some fucking Parmesan cheese in it?”
   “Yes, Your Majesty,” the poor kid croaked.
   Hadrian lounged, twirling his half-empty glass. The servants unloaded their carts, heaped a sampling of every dish onto two gigantic plates, and fled.
   The interruption had given Riven time to reconsider the wisdom of chucking her cabernet at the king of Saxum. She stared at her plate, reluctant to indulge despite the indignation of her stomach.
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🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
September 28th – prime (primary) Av’ry would like everyone to consider maybe staying safe and hidden, rather than making a deal with someone who already tried to kill them. #DawnsBlood #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“K’ivin’s people have been seen in the region. They’ve been asking around. Looking for us.” Mikiva watched his face.
	“K’ivin? I thought you said it was someone who didn’t want to kill us. Your boss made it pretty clear how he felt the last time we spoke.”
	“It sounds like that may have changed. Remember, K’ivin is a tactician, not an assassin. Killing us was never his primary goal. He may have learned the truth, or part of it and adjusted his plans. Maybe I should try making contact?” 	
	“Can we take that risk?” Av’ry seemed skeptical. “Honestly, the tactician thing may be a problem more than anything. If he decides we are a risk, he’ll cut us down without regret. And if you leave here, I doubt they’ll welcome you back.”
	“Should I be concerned with that? I’m not planning to buy property here. Fox is nearly done her task and then we have to start making plans for the future. If K’ivin is willing to bury the hatchet, maybe we should go for it.”
	“I know he was your mentor, but we can’t trust him. He’s already proven that.”
	Mikiva pinched the bridge of her nose, obviously frustrated. “I agreed with him at the time. We got past it.”
	“That was different.”
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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 Kenneth takes Dr Edwards dragon spotting. #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vampire
“Thank you for showing me this,” Edwards said. “Especially the dragon. I cannot recall ever having felt so… much about things as I have these past few days. It’s been magical.”

“We were lucky to spot one straight away. Sometimes visitors are stuck waiting for hours,” said Kenneth happily. “But Mack and Pollock say that the first cloudy day after a heatwave is prime time to see them because that’s when the hexshrooms release their spores. Dragons need them to stay airborne. On account of being so big. And heavy. With the metal scales. Um… doctor?”

Edwards had also stepped closer and was smiling at him. His face was flushed from the climb, and his hair and clothes were rumpled. Kenneth’s eyes flickered to his lips.

But this was neither the time nor the place. If the other man rejected him, they would face a very long, awkward descent before they could get away from one another. The sensible thing to do would be to leave the lighthouse, dash back to the Selkie in the rain, lose their coats, which would be soaked by then, and drop hints over dinner.
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Sunny Ray is a honey cake with passion fruit syrup, decorated with edible flowers Jack is mint ice cream. It’s plain, but he’d let Ray add some toppings Ski is a warm apple tart with vanilla ice cream Daisy is a lemon bar #AwesomeCharacters 1/4
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Nicole L. Soper Gorden / Nicole Leland @nicolelsopergorden.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Poe "constantly in a state of mild panic" Atlas, everyone 😂 From Poe's arc of The Atlas Brothers Break the Multiverse #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting
Poe paused in stirring his breakfast, thinking back to what they had been talking about before Leo tackled him – and froze.  So much had happened since then, and they were in an entirely different dimension now.  He had nearly forgotten Annie saying she liked him, and him blurting out that he thought he was asexual, like a complete idiot.  
He shoved a giant bite of his breakfast scramble in his mouth, trying to delay needing to talk with Annie about that.  Why hadn’t he agreed to dance with her instead?  It couldn’t possibly be more embarrassing than this.
Annie seemed to catch some of his panic.  “It’s ok if you don’t like me back,” she said gently.  “I just thought you deserved to know, especially since it led to me making you dance in front of so many people.  But it doesn’t mean you’re required to like me.  Or even say anything about it if you don’t want to.”
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Hitting the heartbreaking plot twist song while reading the plot twist on the elliptical 😭😥
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Jack’s watching over my fantasy league with great concern. He knows a 50% chance of winning, and if he had 2 losses, he’d be out of the running!
ESPN fantasy app shows “Brand-New Sage” with a current score of 0.0 & 9 players yet to play. 0 wins, 2 losses. An avatar of her character Jack Frost Jr. by @autumnchildart.bsky.social
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
No Nico again (football, not skeleton). Which teams should I listen to as background noise, then..?
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
BTW, in case anyone was wondering, Danny & Evie *did* bring a water bottle to this interview 😂🤣😉
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
If you ever wanted to see a breakdown of where story subs might come from, here's a fun example!
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Sage 💙👻🌞❄️🦸🏼‍♀️🦹🏼🦴✨🤖👽 @sagecollins.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Evie is tiny and winged as she explores the League HQ, while Danny pretends to be super & goes through orientation. This is the first confirmation of the serum’s existence #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity From Hero/Villain 🦸🏼‍♀️💉
Black text, green background, “delay“ highlighted pink 

Suit 42 walks by, holding a stack of papers and a syringe that has a red triangle on it. It couldn't possibly be the syringe, the one with the drug that takes a supervillain's powers, could it? I don't have time for my nerves to DELAY me. I dart inside just as she opens the door and am hidden behind Danny's collar before she can even look his way.

"Find anything?" he asks under his breath.

"No. Let's get out of here."

But, of course, we're stuck now. I stay tucked under his collar, while 42 explains the paperwork. I really could've stood to miss this part. It was boring enough the first time around. Poor Danny, having to pretend to hang on every word as she goes through what he needs to sign and what the important rules are.

"And this," she says, "is our assurance against rogue superhumans. If we find out that you are willfully breaking the rules, particularly rule one, you can be stripped of your powers."

This is new. I curl my fingers around the material of his suit. They'rethreatening new superheroes with the loss of their powers at their first meeting?
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Headless🎃Horsewoman🪉💎🏹🐴⚔️ @acturek.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #delay -> postpone The brothers are about to hear Virgil and Cerel’s cockamamie plan. POV Drisal - Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power
Rushak watched him a moment. "How does
the homelonging with you?"

The cave was whirling. Yes. The vertigo.
None of this had helped it, certainly. Nor had it helped him help his brother. He had no answer.

Rushak began to shudder and wheeze. Drisal
gasped with alarm. Then he realized his brother was laughing. "Never mind," he gasped. "This whole argument presupposes we are going to get out of here alive. Perhaps... we should POSTPONE it."

"We are going to get out of here alive," Virgil
said, coming to join them. "But we have to work together." Drisal said nothing. "Now, the Kudrum will return tomorrow sometime, if they behave as their signals told Weatherlin. Cerel heard one of them say they want you." He nodded at Rushak. "So we've devised a plan. It will be dangerous, but we want

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Zed Prospero @zprospero.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
#WIPSnips After being woken from his recurring nightmares by Lucifer, they talk about work to give him an excuse to calm down, unfortunately something else delayed catches up to him at an inopportune moment. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
As the adrenaline subsided replaced with the warmth of Lucifer’s attention in Virgil’s brain, another bundle of electrochemical impulses crashed into them. The lighter could delay his needs, but not forever, and after two weeks of playing demon and seventeen cups of coffee to stave off the inevitable, one of his mortal needs was not willing to wait much longer.
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Ellie Lieberman @ellielieberman.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Never mind the excuse to avoid anymore lake-filled nightmares, I grow more antsy every second I'm delayed from the truth. Who are these girls? What happened to them? How is the house tied to the lake? - Water's Edge (www.amazon.com/Waters-Edge-...) #WIPSnips
amazon.com
Water's Edge (Uncanny Encounters Book 1)
Amazon.com: Water's Edge (Uncanny Encounters Book 1) eBook : Lieberman, Ellie: Kindle Store
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Tina 🫜 is Querying! @tinaduncan.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
#WIPSnips - delay In the Mystic Fae here, as the team catch up with Feno in the Gateway (along with someone who might be able to help them get home). Feno is not much of a hugger, but he’s glad to see his old apprentice again.
Feno staggered as Taengi threw her arms around him.
“Taengi. You made it.” He slowly closed his arms around her in return, albeit much less tightly, and looking quite uncomfortable as he did so. “You are quite late.”
“Sorry, Ayari. Delay to help friends,” She responded, letting him go almost as quickly as she had grasped him, and giving her head a quick, deferential bow towards him. Feno’s brow creased at the sight of our group as we closed in behind her. He might have expected three of us at most. Now, there was four, plus the even more unexpected addition of a large cat.
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L.M. du Plessis 📚💙 ‪✨Writing TLC Sequel✨ @smoking-gnu.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
G'morning #WIPSnips! I finally have something from the first two chapters that will quite probably remain unchanged when the BIG edits come! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“Yes! I know just who to call!” she jumps up with her phone magically appearing in her hand and starts scrolling through her contacts.
“Wai-“
“Got it!” her phone starts making that dialling noise and is almost instantly answered by an indistinct woman’s voice from the other side.
“Hello? Yes, hello Miss Jenine! It’s Clara! Yes, that Clara!” The line blows up with happy and enthusiastic noises, and Clara steps a way from the couch.
“Wha-“
“Yes, I’ve been good Jenine! Yes, I’m calling to hear if you still have those beds open for- yes, both? Oh that’s wonderful! Yes, I’d like to book the beds for October-“
“Hey wait a minu-“ 
“Oh, I’m sorry, there was an interruption,” Clara says and shoots me a sideways look before continuing, “yes, both separate beds, not one bed, no it’s not like that.” I feel my cheeks glow red. Clara and I have never been that and probably never will be, that’s not her thing.
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🍃sage nightmare owen 👻 @sageowenwrites.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Oh no, the wall’s coming down. Lark acknowledges Billy is ‘sort of’ good-looking, and they exchange NAMES. #WIPSnips "delay" from Song and Dance #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Excerpt from Song and Dance, a sage Owen romance novel wip  text as follows:

"It'll be a few minutes."
"I've got..." he checked a handsome analog watch. "Twenty more to
spare and I'm blessed to spend any of them out of the weather."
"Sure I'm not delaying you?"
"No ma'am."
"Ma'am." She scoffed. "I'm twenty-seven."
Hazel eyes gleamed in the strung lights. He was sort of good-looking, despite being scruffy. "Well I don't know your name, so."
"It's Lark. Like the bird."
"Billy. I'd offer to shake, but my hands aren't fit for touching just
now."
"Yeah, your tree lot friend called you Bill the other day." He turned thoughtful. "I don't feel like a Bill. I've been Billy since
birth, but am I aging out of it? A Will, maybe?"
"William? Sorry, I don't mean to assume. Willard? Billiard?"
Billy's eyes crinkled at the corners and his smile went supernova.
"Why Ms Lark, was that a joke? I was worried you left your smile in Tennessee."
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Nicole "Ashrah" Hidalgo 😈🧄 @sayaashrah.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
#WIPSnips 27. “Delay” Another day, another fight. #ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
She dug Datusha into the ground to steady herself, her mind racing with strategies to slay the casters before they could conjure another volley. But a series of barks echoed throughout the institute, and the pack of hellhounds did not delay in turning the corner, bolting towards her.

“Fire!”

Ashrah broke into a sprint towards the hellhounds, magic exploding behind her. Drool gushed out of the fiends’ mouths as they raced ever faster, black eyes dilated with hunger. The one running ahead of the group pounced, jaws wide open.

With a whirl, Ashrah dodged the fiend and ripped the hound’s stomach open before swerving left into another street.

“Don’t let it out of your sight!”

The remaining hellhounds raised bloodied dust as they skidded and crashed into each other in their hurry to give chase.
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Alex Larkspur 💛📚🌻 @applesncinnamon.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
#WIPSnips Sept 27 - delay Chicory and Silas are going on a little day trip. Chicory is a worrywart, but Silas doesn’t mind!
Chicory made him stand by the garden gate, basket resting on the wall, as Chicory flitted around and checked things. He reminded the animals and birds that he’d be back soon and to be good while he was gone. He checked on the new buds in the daffodils, he spoke with the insects, all while Silas hummed patiently. While Chicory felt a bit guilty, Silas didn’t seem to mind the delay.
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Nel @wasphole.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
🧛‍♂️ A Gentleman's Tour of the Empire 🦇 #wipsnips #writesky #writingcommunity #vam
“I have been giving your predicament some thought,” Edwards began, speaking rapidly and smoothing down his hair self-consciously as Kenneth sipped his tea, “An idea struck me while I was having a late supper last night and I have been seeking you since dawn: sausages.”

“Sausages?”

“Quite!” the doctor enthused. He pushed his glasses up his steep nose as they made yet another bid for freedom. “It came to me as I was eating one, because sausage meat is stuffed into animal intestines, you see? We need to produce a blood sausage! Your fangs would be able to penetrate it easily, and the casing would delay clotting by minimising exposure to air!”

Kenneth was glad that Jo was out of hearing range. She’d had enough to say about sucking on sausages for one day, and he didn’t want the doctor frightened off. Loaded with unintended innuendo though his suggestion may be, it did sound plausible. Of course, if it worked, there was the small matter of finding a reliable pool of donors for the rest of his life, but one problem at a time.
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