Sign in

Mel Starkicker

@starkicker.bsky.social
320 followers 434 following 1.3K posts

"I'm a song about the song that once said something new." Teacher. Drummer. Author. Cocker spaniel fan. ❤️ music. 🏳️‍🌈🥁🎸🐶 Writing under the name @melwaverly.bsky.social

PostsRepliesMedia
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Alejandra Caraballo @esqueer.net · 12/07/2026
Amnesty International put out a major report documenting the influence of UK based anti trans gender critical organizations and their funding. Within hours, GC groups threatened defamation lawsuits and Amnesty was forced to pull it down. Proving the point they're anti rights. Anyways, here it is.
102125707355
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 08/05/2026
From WIP 3 - The First Lesbian Book Club Beverly driving down Beverley Street while trying not to talk about Beverly is a whole world of meta that I did not realize I wrote #WIPSnips #QueerWriters 🌈✒️ #WriteSky #Writingcommunity #sapphic #lesfic #WritingPrompts #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters #FLBC
Beverly’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she turned onto Beverley Street and headed north, cursing the one-way streets that prolonged this trip.
“What is it you do, exactly?” Clara pressed gently. “You never say.”
“And I won’t tonight,” Beverly said.
“The prevailing theory is that you’re an assassin for hire.” Clara let out a small laugh. It sounded thin.
“Who says I’m not?” Beverly said, the teasing tone returning to her voice.
Clara rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Beverly, why can’t you tell me something about yourself.” Clara angled herself in her seat so she could see Beverly better.  “You know all about me. I’d like to get to know you. Just one thing.”
“Maybe I’m not all that interesting.”
“I don’t think you’re uninteresting,” Clara said, her voice softer now.
Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, Chapter 14
1284
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 08/05/2026
#SapphicLineShare *matriarchy* That's the spirit, Jackie! 🌈📚 #LesFicFri #QueerWriters 🌈✒️ #Shaqueline
Jacqueline stared out the small window, admiring the layer of white clouds as the airplane gracefully flew above them. The sun was shining at this altitude, and everything appeared peaceful and serene. A different story unfolded beneath the clouds. One that Jacqueline didn’t relish involving herself in. Not that it mattered. Eventually, they would pass through the clouds, and that tranquility would give way to city streets and noise and the chaos waiting for her there.
Oh, get it together, Jackie, she thought. You’ve dealt with tougher crowds than your mother.
Her face twitched at the thought, and she felt a knot in her stomach. She rested her head against the window and waited for the wheels to touch ground.
Mel Waverly - Wishing You Knew, Chapter 2
184
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 29/03/2026
From WIP 2 - vibrate It's a relaxation device... This snip ties in well with today's #AwesomeCharacters, because this is what happens when Jackie asks for/accepts help... #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters
They placed the mattress, then headed upstairs for a small table and lamp. Halfway down, the table’s drawer slid open and crashed to the floor, scattering trinkets—and a red box that spilled open.
“What the hell is that?” Jacqueline asked, eyeing the contents suspiciously.
Shannon bent to look, then covered a smile. “Um…it’s a vibrator—specifically, it’s a Wahl Hand-E Vibrator.”
Jacqueline froze. She covered her eyes with her free hand and swallowed. “Let’s just…put that back then.”
A low chuckle escaped from Shannon’s mouth.
“It’s not funny,” Jacqueline protested.
Shannon gave her a placating grin. “It’s a little funny.”
“Is not…hey, how did you know what it was so fast?” Jacqueline asked, suddenly turning her attention away from the vibrator to Shannon.
Shannon retreated into the bedroom with the lamp. “I… may have seen one before.”
“Is that so?” Jacqueline’s voice was even but edged with amusement.
Shannon straightened her back. “I am a medical professional who sometimes needs…vibrations to destress,” she said, but her smile betrayed her.

- Wishing You Knew, Chapter 10
2143
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 23/03/2026
From WIP 3. The amount of research I did on perfumes from the '30s-'50s is obscene. Enough for me to know that today needs to be vibes, because none of the perfumes have lily... #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters
White text on a black background. The text reads:
      When it came time to test out their new technique in a real-world situation, they agreed Beverly would do the tipping-in while Cèilidh ran interference.
      Unfortunately, that meant dousing herself, not with her much beloved—and very subtle—Apres l’Ondee, but with the cheap and oppressively strong perfume she purchased for this exact purpose.
    “Tabu, huh?” Cèilidh said, eyeing the bottle. “It should be taboo to wear this,” She shook her head and grimaced before spraying herself liberally with the perfume.
- The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 3
1304
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 16/03/2026
From WIP 1 - And These Words Remain Unsaid "Why-ee-I-ee-I-ee, yeah, Superman's dead..." Also: Potatoes are people! 🥔🥔🥔 #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters
White text on a black background. The text reads:
An hour later, Izzy was noodling absentmindedly on Julie’s keyboard, her fingers finding a lazy, repeated pattern. 
“Dude, I think that’s just the intro to ‘Superman’s Dead.’”
“It is?”
Julie nodded.
“Huh.” She laughed, pushing the keyboard aside. She reached forward and grabbed a handful of potato chips before slumping back into the couch. “These are so good,” she said, staring at one for a beat before popping it in her mouth. “Hey, Jules? You know how potatoes have skins and corn have ears?”
Julie blinked at her slowly.
“Does anything have noses? Like noses of rutabaga?” She chuckled.
“Potatoes have eyes too. Potatoes are like people.”
- And These Words Remain Unsaid, Chapter 6
1265
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 08/03/2026
I've made an author account where I will be posting *most* of my writing from now on. If you want to follow my writing, please find me over at @melwaverly.bsky.social
media.tenor.com
a woman in a blue dress is holding a glass of wine and says you know how to find me
Alt: a woman in a blue dress is holding a glass of wine and says you know how to find me
051
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
🫜Tara S Geir🫜 @tarasgeir.bsky.social · 10/03/2026
Unless you count the 20+ 'Chapter X' that I have, there are no chapters. Using 'section' instead. Grio and Anfri muse how important the walls of Dragaul really are. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
In the far reaches of the night, Grio could just make out the outlines of the northern walls that only contained the districts of the Orbo and Gulland. They were the same at night as they were in day; grim and dark.

"I think the whole city would be outraged if you did away with one section of the walls. I've heard wretches from Gulland compare them to their mothers breasts. Though," Grio contemplated "they are the types to consider incest."

"They're useless," Anfri stated. "Created to stop invading armies. Armies that have been unseen since the civil wars. We have no need for them anymore."

More legends, like that of the the waden, filtered through Grio's mind. Of the Sixth Sister who was said to be jailed under the city. Unable to help himself, Grio spoke the motto. "She will rise when the walls of Dragaul fall."

"Who will? Epiales?" Anfri scoffed and Grio flinched at hearing the true name of the Sixth Sister. "She's nothing," Anfri frowned. "A legend. As forgotten as the other Sisters."
1203
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
TL Matson @tlmatson.bsky.social · 10/03/2026
ARC sign-ups open! Coach's Challenge: a low-angst, high-heat hockey romance w/a strong, badass FMC & unconditionally supportive MMC. 🏒Black Cat/Golden Retriever 🏒Forbidden Romance 🏒Hurt/Comfort 🏒He Falls First 🌶️Sexting 🌶️Toys 🌶️Voyeurism/Exhibitionism 🌶️Sharing Kinks LINK: forms.gle/vjX6F6GqYC6u...
165
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Marine St. Jean @marinestjean.bsky.social · 09/03/2026
#MarketingMonday I forget to market my stuff aside from Mondays so... If you're sick of sapphic vampire romances with cartels and kingdoms and want something with a little more mystery and lore, check out Remember Monsters mybook.to/Remembermons... #sapphic #lesfic #vampireromance #booksky🌈📚💙
You only get one
One life, one death one chance to turn
But what would you do with another? If you knew all the rules of a rigged game? Would you seize it, pay better attention? Burn them all?

Its not your typical small town romance
Not your typical vampire story you can't forget, they're monsters. You cant forget her
On KU narrated by Ellen Dunbavin
1114
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Bywater Books @bywaterbooks.bsky.social · 09/03/2026
🏳️‍🌈📚 All 👀 are on Michigan & Canada this week. ☑️ Check out these great books through @IHeartSapphFicOfficial. 💲 Scoop up fantastic sapphic fiction reads at bargain prices. ➡️ See all the books here: loom.ly/XyhQ4cc #BookSky
Bywater Books promo graphic announcing ebooks for $3.99 through March 13. Two tablets display The Liberators of Willow Run by Marianne K. Martin (Michigan) and Live It Out by Jen Alexander (Canada). A purple “I Heart SapphFic” banner with a rainbow stripe runs along the bottom.
074
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Steph 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ | Editor 🦦✍️ @ottersediting.com · 09/03/2026
Still booking for the summer! I received some amazing feedback this week as well 🥰 What others have said about working with me: "The experience gave me a pulse check on my story and a final polish that left the text glimmering. Steph helped me cut the clutter without losing my voice." #editing
01511
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Bella Books @bellabooks.bsky.social · 08/03/2026
Available Everywhere!
011
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Bywater Books @bywaterbooks.bsky.social · 08/03/2026
🏳️‍🌈📚 At Bywater Books & Amble Press, we're built a little differently. 👊 Queer. Fierce. Unapologetic. Inclusive. Artistic. Bold. Independent. 🔥🦁 Our books don’t whisper—they roar. 👀 check us out ➡️ bywaterbooks.com #LGBTQBookSky #QueerReads #QueerBookRecommendations #BookSky #AuthorSky
Square black image filled with the names of all the Bywater Books and Amble Press authors in rainbow colors and multiple fonts.
083
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 08/03/2026
I've made an author account where I will be posting *most* of my writing from now on. If you want to follow my writing, please find me over at @melwaverly.bsky.social
media.tenor.com
a woman in a blue dress is holding a glass of wine and says you know how to find me
Alt: a woman in a blue dress is holding a glass of wine and says you know how to find me
051
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 06/03/2026
Mostly I feel lost. I've never been particularly good about selling myself, but as this is going to become a necessity now that WIP 1 is mostly ready to go out into the world, I'm stuck trying to figure out how the heck I do that. #pretendpanel #WritingCommunity #Writers #Authors #WritingPrompts
2182
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 06/03/2026
Given that I write queer romance novels, I usually aim for HEA endings. That said, my definition of HEA is perhaps broader than some & can include happy for now or happier ever after. #AwesomeCharacters #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #sapphicwriters #sapphic #lesfic #QueerWriters
181
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Waverly @melwaverly.bsky.social · 06/03/2026
Inspired by WIP 3, The First Lesbian Book Club. #QueerPrompts #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters
A fake text message screenshot. At the top it says it's a text to "Scrabble" the battery is at 54%.
Scrabble/Ceilidh: What the hell, Bev? Why are you cutting out the ending of my books? ✒️📚
Beverly: Your endings suck. 🤮
Ceilidh: My editors won't let me write HEAs 😩
Beverly: I know. They suck too. Fuck the man. ✊🏼
Ceilidh: Bev...
Beverly: Can't hear you. Cutting up books and writing happy endings
Ceilidh: Let me help!A text message snap shot between Beverly and "Scrabble" aka Ceilidh. The battery is at 54%.
Ceilidh: Hey Bev, I found a new book club member...
Beverly: Stop picking up strays, Ceilidh
Ceilidh: She's a good writer
Beverly: Just ask her out if that's what yo uwant.
Ceilidh: ...
Beverly: 🙄
Ceilidh: Do you really think she likes me?
Beverly: OMFG...
071
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Marine St. Jean @marinestjean.bsky.social · 05/03/2026
Wooo! I'm on Jae's Bingo list this week! Check out the entire list of new-to-you authors at jae-fiction.com/new-sapphic-... #sapphic #lesfic #lesbianromance #indieauthors #sapphicauthors
1115
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 05/03/2026
Outlining, plotting, and flow charts that show causality. I spend a lot of time thinking, acting, or talking about plot; I make use of a lot of notes in my document, & then, when finished, re-reading it making notes along the way >> #WritingCommunity 🌈✒️ #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters
media.tenor.com
a man is pointing at a bulletin board that says pete silvie
Alt: a man is pointing at a bulletin board that says pete silvie
130
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 05/03/2026
From WIP 1. The brick must be used... #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters
A black background image with white and chrome drums stacked on the bottom right of the image. There is white text overlaying the image. It reads:

In her bedroom, Izzy paced. Ten minutes of it. She flipped open her phone. Then shut it. The sticky note in her hand felt like a brick. Izzy could use it to build something. Or she could destroy something. She had to pick. The brick must be used. She opened her phone again, dialed, and held her breath.

- And These Words Remain Unsaid, Chapter 20
0292
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 05/03/2026
So many! WIP 2 was originally a lot more ambitious than how it came out. With that ambition came a few more characters that were sketched, named, ready to go, then scrapped when I reworked it. (1/2) #AwesomeCharacters #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors
150
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 04/03/2026
I do both & it entirely depends on my mood & the story. WIP 1 I wrote out of order. It was easier to write Julie first, then Izzy. I did the intro, conclusion, & intimate scenes last. I knew how everything connected because I plotted it out (1/4) #WriteSky 🌈✒️ #WritingCommunity #sapphicwriters
150
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 04/03/2026
Me and Izzy (WIP 1) #QueerPrompts #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters
media.tenor.com
a cartoon character is playing drums in a room with a red light behind them .
Alt: A muppet is playing drums in a room with a red light behind them .
0100
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Marine St. Jean @marinestjean.bsky.social · 04/03/2026
#WIPSnips *media* Fucked up love interests have fucked up pasts. #sapphic #lesfic
Phaedra picked up her phone, hoping to see another text from Andi. 
Instead, she found an alert and several links to news articles. Phaedra knew what was in them before she clicked. There was only one alert she had ever set up. Baptiste “Martel” Dumont was being released from Archambault next week.
0283
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Kara Moon 🏴‍☠️💜⚓️ @karamoonauthor.com · 04/03/2026
Hello #sapphicmoon! Here's a bit of a translated idiom, replacing birds with fish and stones with hooks. It just feels like it fits better for my nautical characters. From A Prayer for the Pirate Queen 🏴‍☠️ 💜 ⚓️ currently in third draft revisions
"The Captain never made an appointment."

Geni swallowed, and tried to school her face and voice before she gave too much away. "Oh, is that so? Is there a reason you think she needs to see me?"

"Yeah, she's been complaining of neck strain and occasional migraines for a couple of months now. I give her a liniment to treat the pain, but other than that, I don't know what I'm supposed to do to help her."

Well, who was Geni to deny the opportunity to catch two fish on one hook? "I'll go pay a house call."
2156
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 04/03/2026
From WIP 2. Jacqueline is living through Marshall McLuhan's theory. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters
a black background image with an old fashioned microphone on the bottom right. There is white text overlaying the image. The text reads:

       Still, Jacqueline knew it wasn’t just the outfit that mattered; it was the message. They were going out in public. Being in public demanded a different sort of vigilance. The kind that would keep the tabloids and fans from thinking too much about who she was with or why she was with them.
        She groaned. I have years of practice with this, so why is this suddenly so hard? 
        Every time she ran through her mental checklist, she stiffened.
       “It has to be appropriate—that means no blue jeans,” she muttered, rolling her eyes and pushing the jeans aside.
       She had to look good in case someone happened to snap a photo. That rules this out, then, she thought, tossing away a shirt she loved but that wouldn’t survive public scrutiny.
      Jacqueline needed to find something that struck the right equilibrium. Something she would allow the world to see—or at least a balance between the musician, the friend, and the closeted lesbian with a lifetime’s worth of rules about how she was supposed to appear. She needed a flow chart. Maybe a Venn diagram. With Coles Notes.
- Wishing You Knew, chapter 13
0251
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 03/03/2026
From WIP 3, aka: The First Lesbian Book Club That's one way to get rid of someone... Fish, murder (sort of), & it's at Union Station, which is nearish Lake Ontario #sapphicmoon #sapphic #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters #writintprompt #lesfic #authorpromo 🌈✒️ #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
A black background image with an old-fashioned typewriter on the bottom right. There is white text overlaying the image. The text reads:

       Lucy caught the man’s flinch and saw an opportunity. “I have also canned hearts before,” she said, taking on a conspiratorial tone without lowering her voice to match. “Male hearts, to be specific.”
       A tense stillness settled around the bench.
       Cèilidh blinked, and Liv’s eyes widened. Both of them stared at Lucy, who sat there with the sweetest smile on her face. She could almost feel the man’s heartrate race as he tried to listen to the conversation to discern if he had heard incorrectly. So Lucy bobbed her head thoughtfully, waiting for the next question that she hoped Liv or Cèilidh would ask.
       Cèilidh furrowed her brows. “You can…hearts?”
       Liv leaned towards her, lowering her voice. “Wait, animal hearts, right?”
       Lucy shrugged. “If the authorities were to ask, yes. 
Animal hearts,” she said, laughing a little too wildly.
       The other two flinched, and the man dropped his fishing magazine and hurried away in the direction of the closest exit.
       “Well that worked,” Lucy said when he was finally gone.
- The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 10
182
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 03/03/2026
From WIP 1. I offer this snip with no further context #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
A black background image with white and chrome drums stacked on the bottom right. There is white text overlaying the image. It reads:

Isabell flinched when the bathroom door flung open. Then she let out a small breath of relief as she saw Julie enter carrying a red zip-up hoodie and a hair dryer under her arm.
“Okay,” Julie said, setting her things on the counter. “Take off your shirt.”
Isabell blinked nervously. “Um, not that I don’t trust you, but convince me that that’s a good idea.”
- And These Words Remain Unsaid, Chapter 2
0221
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 03/03/2026
Not injuries, but scars. Izzy (WIP 1) has a scar on her knee from playfighting with her brother (before) Beverly (WIP 2 & 3) has a scar on the top of her wrist from falling out of a tree. She conceals it with a watch (before). (1/2) #AwesomeCharacters #WritingPrompts #WriteSky #Lesfic #Sapphic 🌈✒️
170
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Marine St. Jean @marinestjean.bsky.social · 02/03/2026
Your reminder that this is coming up tomorrow. Promote your sapphic work that involves fishing or fish for the fish moon. And since it's also going to be blood moon, bonus points for murder. #sapphicmoon #sapphic #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters #writintprompt #lesfic #authorpromo
0169
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Marine St. Jean @marinestjean.bsky.social · 02/03/2026
#WIPSnips *most* When the day goes by in a blur. #lesfic #sapphic
An hour later, Mrs. Kostiuk’s new faucet had been installed and Phaedra headed to work. Cass flirted. Gary sulked before eventually half-apologising and Phaedra had to explain to a client that she didn’t have the anatomy for a Prince Albert, nor did most people with vaginas and what she wanted was a Princess Albertina. After a very detailed explanation of what that was, the client opted for a VCH.
0262
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 02/03/2026
From WIP 2 Best breakup of a fake relationship ever? Probably. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
a black background image with an old-fashioned microphone. There is white text overlaying the image. The text reads:

       Jacqueline moved across the room and knelt beside Oliver. She put both of her hands on his cheeks and turned his face to hers. “You, Oliver Sampson, are the most wonderful, caring man I’ve ever known. And I want you to know that if I wasn’t…this way, I would have married you in a heartbeat.” 
       She kissed him on the lips. A familiar kiss that was full of platonic love for a man she truly did care for. 
       “I’m going to make this up to you every way I can. Starting with our breakup,” she said, running her fingers through his soft black hair. “When the time comes, we’re going to have a very public breakup that makes you look like the amazing stud you are.”
       He chuckled. “Really?”
       “Absolutely. We’re talking smeared mascara, bad clothes, and public breakdowns. I might even scream in the middle of Hollywood Boulevard how sex with you was life-changing.”
       They both laughed. “Thanks, Jackie. That’d be great.”
- wishing you knew, chapter 33
0292
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 02/03/2026
I'm pretty sure I start my day the same way I did "back then." Wake up. Turn on music. Continue with day, but now with a soundtrack.
media.tenor.com
a cartoon cat wearing headphones is listening to music on a record player
Alt: a cartoon mouse (Jerry, from Tom & Jerry) is wearing headphones and listening to music on a record player. The mouse is dancing.
030
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 02/03/2026
I actually didn't like reading when I was young. I was/am a slow reader and was mocked for it at school (kids are mean). I would later find out I read slower because I analyse the words/meaning/structure more than the average person seems to (1/2) #QueerPrompts 🌈✒️ #WritingPrompts #BookSky
media.tenor.com
a man stands in front of a white board with very slowly written on it
Alt: A man walks very slowly in front of a whiteboard. He mouths "very slowly" and the text says "very slowly"
1101
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 01/03/2026
#WIPSnips March 1: Face Shannon means business, Jackie. You better do what she says... #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
A black background image with an old-fashioned microphone at the bottom right. There is white text that overlays the image. The text reads:

       Shannon shrugged, “Do I need another copy when I have the real thing?” She came up behind Jacqueline and wrapped her arms around her, pressing her cheek into Jacqueline’s shoulder and breathing in deeply. “I do have the real thing, right? That’s why you’re here.”
       Jacqueline turned to face her, never leaving Shannon’s embrace. “For as long as you’ll have me, Shannon MacCartney. And then some.”
       “Good.” She paused, the effects of their earlier kiss now wreaking havoc on every inch of her skin. She looked at Jacqueline with dark, lustful eyes and an unmistakable intent. “Now take off your clothes.”
       Jacqueline stared. “What?”
       “I want you, Jacqueline. Your heart, your mind, all of it. But right now, right this very minute, I want your body.”
       “Shann—”
       “Off!” she said, trying not to smile too much.
- Wishing You Knew, chapter 33
0121
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 01/03/2026
#WIPSnips March 1: Face Shannon means business, Jackie. You better do what she says... #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
A black background image with an old-fashioned microphone at the bottom right. There is white text that overlays the image. The text reads:

       Shannon shrugged, “Do I need another copy when I have the real thing?” She came up behind Jacqueline and wrapped her arms around her, pressing her cheek into Jacqueline’s shoulder and breathing in deeply. “I do have the real thing, right? That’s why you’re here.”
       Jacqueline turned to face her, never leaving Shannon’s embrace. “For as long as you’ll have me, Shannon MacCartney. And then some.”
       “Good.” She paused, the effects of their earlier kiss now wreaking havoc on every inch of her skin. She looked at Jacqueline with dark, lustful eyes and an unmistakable intent. “Now take off your clothes.”
       Jacqueline stared. “What?”
       “I want you, Jacqueline. Your heart, your mind, all of it. But right now, right this very minute, I want your body.”
       “Shann—”
       “Off!” she said, trying not to smile too much.
- Wishing You Knew, chapter 33
0121
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 01/03/2026
Izzy & Julie would wait & grab a drink at the bar. Unless this is between 19 - 27yo. Then they'd say it was destined to be & leave their separate ways. Jacqueline would have a reservation if this was a possibility #AwesomeCharacters #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic
180
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
I'm in! I adjusted my Big Gay Agenda & started writing Big Gay Books as my way of fighting book bans & censorship! In fact, WIP3 is about a group of pissed off lesbians fighting back against censorship! #SapphicBooks #LGBTQBooks #QueerLit #BookBans #FightCensorship #BookSky #AuthorSky #lesfic 🌈✒️
a black background photo with an old-fashioned typewriter at the bottom of the right. There is white text overlaying the image. It reads:

1954. Toronto, Canada loves its pulp fiction—as long as the lesbians don’t live happily ever after.
     
Cèilidh Reid, a journalist by day and a lesbian pulp writer by night, is frustrated: the paperbacks she writes must, by law and custom, end in tragedy. Beverly Hendricks, an avid reader and occasional writer, is equally fed up with the absence of HEAs in books. Neither woman has found a happily-ever-after on the page—or in real life.
       And since they cannot stand each other, they certainly won’t find it together.
    When Cèilidh catches Beverly—armed with a utility knife, glue, and a stack of papers—tampering with her books at a local bookstore, it sparks an uneasy alliance and an audacious plan: rewrite the endings. Not just one of the 
books, but all of them.
     With help from a handful of not-quite-authors, Cèilidh 
and Beverly embark on a spree of literary sabotage. What 
follows is an adventure full of road trips, hijinks, 
one truly terrible misuse of a thesaurus, and the very real 
possibility of a happily-ever-after.
0192
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
From WIP 1 It's probably a doppelganger. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
a black background image with white and chrome drums stacked on the bottom right. There is white text overlaying the image. The text reads:

It was improbable that the woman outside had been Julie.
Izzy hadn’t seen her since graduation—even then it was only when Julie walked across the stage. The woman from the coffee shop had the same quirky style, the same jawline, and the same walk that looked like something between a swagger and tripping over a carpet.
She shook her head.
It couldn’t be. It had to be a doppelganger. Toronto’s a big city. I’m sure someone here has the same walk. And face. 
And smile.
What is Julie even doing here?
- and these words remain unsaid, chapter 12
0202
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 28/02/2026
Julie and Izzy when they're friends. (1/?) #AwesomeCharacters #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
media.tenor.com
three women are posing for a picture and one of them is wearing a dolls shirt
Alt: Valarie, Josie, and Melody (Josie and the Pussycats) with their arms slung around each other, hopping up and down and smiling while looking at the camera
140
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 27/02/2026
#lesficfri - Excuse 2 for 1 today. And Bilingual, too! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
a black background image with an old-fashioned microphone. There is white text overlaying the image. It reads:

“Excuse me,” a voice interrupted. “Are you Jacqueline Lamont?”
Shannon caught the flash of annoyance in Jacqueline’s face. Then it vanished behind a polished mask so quickly it made Shannon’s chest tighten.
Shannon turned to him before Jacqueline could. “No, sorry—this is my cousin Cecilia from Montréal.”
Jacqueline blinked at her, then, like a chameleon, let her expression change again. She looked at the man who had interrupted them with a furrowed brow. “Je suis désolée. Je ne parle pas très bien anglais. Qu’as-tu dit?” she said in a flawless French accent.
“Oh. Excusez-moi,” he said with a thick accent. He turned to Shannon as the official translator. “She looks remarkably like the singer Jacqueline Lamont.”
“Oui, merci, maintenant veuillez partir. Je ne veux pas vous parler pour le moment,” Jacqueline added, biting back a laugh.
Shannon’s eyebrows rose. “She gets that a lot.”
 - wishing you knew, chapter 13
2134
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 27/02/2026
From WIP 2. The fate of the Marty original remains in question... #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
A black background image with an old-fashioned microphone on the bottom right. There is white text overlaying the image. The text reads:

Her eyes drifted to the Marty original on the wall. The longer she stared at it, the more she wanted to destroy it---rip it off the wall and set the ghastly thing ablaze. She knew it was irrational to be so annoyed with a painting, but she couldn't reconcile the incongruity. How could someone have such poor taste in art and such good taste in women?
- wishing you knew, chapter 17
0223
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
zee @zeegeeclover.bsky.social · 13/11/2024
Wait, how’d these texts leak? #unhingedpit #f #r #lgbt
Text message thread with Ms. Jeri. 
One person sends the following messages: 

these monsters are getting out of hand

apparently that girl I told you about can see them too

can you help her with magic stuff?

okay... then can you help me figure out why 
I have a crush on someone I've never seen?

hello?

I think someone is following me

Ms. Jeri responds with a thumbs up emoji.Text message thread with Alexia.

Alexia texts: are you going running today?
Be careful out there, they found another body. They’re thinking serial killer. 

Someone responds: don’t worry! I’m not alone. 

Alexia responds with three side eye emojis

The other person responds: it’s not like that! It’s fucking Shiloh…
btw I think I’m crushing on my anonymous penpal 

Alexis responds: SPILL in all caps
2166
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 27/02/2026
I'll do academic writing in groups no issue, but creative writing is a solo venture. Once it's written, I like getting feedback. And it's news to me, but I actually really like giving feedback to other writers. I don't think I'd be opposed to brainstorming in small groups though. #pretendpanel 🌈✒️
070
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 27/02/2026
#lesficfri - Excuse 2 for 1 today. And Bilingual, too! #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
a black background image with an old-fashioned microphone. There is white text overlaying the image. It reads:

“Excuse me,” a voice interrupted. “Are you Jacqueline Lamont?”
Shannon caught the flash of annoyance in Jacqueline’s face. Then it vanished behind a polished mask so quickly it made Shannon’s chest tighten.
Shannon turned to him before Jacqueline could. “No, sorry—this is my cousin Cecilia from Montréal.”
Jacqueline blinked at her, then, like a chameleon, let her expression change again. She looked at the man who had interrupted them with a furrowed brow. “Je suis désolée. Je ne parle pas très bien anglais. Qu’as-tu dit?” she said in a flawless French accent.
“Oh. Excusez-moi,” he said with a thick accent. He turned to Shannon as the official translator. “She looks remarkably like the singer Jacqueline Lamont.”
“Oui, merci, maintenant veuillez partir. Je ne veux pas vous parler pour le moment,” Jacqueline added, biting back a laugh.
Shannon’s eyebrows rose. “She gets that a lot.”
 - wishing you knew, chapter 13
2134
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 27/02/2026
This gets 10 points for Zellers and everything that comes after it. Very much looking forward to this one!
110
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 27/02/2026
From WIP 2. The fate of the Marty original remains in question... #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
A black background image with an old-fashioned microphone on the bottom right. There is white text overlaying the image. The text reads:

Her eyes drifted to the Marty original on the wall. The longer she stared at it, the more she wanted to destroy it---rip it off the wall and set the ghastly thing ablaze. She knew it was irrational to be so annoyed with a painting, but she couldn't reconcile the incongruity. How could someone have such poor taste in art and such good taste in women?
- wishing you knew, chapter 17
0223
Mel Starkicker @starkicker.bsky.social · 26/02/2026
Hell yes!!!!❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🩷🌈 #QueerPrompts #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters
061
Reposted by Mel Starkicker
Daryl Marez @darylmarez.bsky.social · 25/02/2026
Support an indie author. Our search histories are already suspicious, at least give us royalties 🌈✒️ 📚💙 #AuthorSky #WriterSky #WritingCommunity
181