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Andi Kennedy: Art & Words @andria-kennedy.com · 14/09/2026

I made dramatic plans for this post-op period. I am now questioning my logic. 🤦‍♀️ But I'm still hoping I can do some sketching or worldbuilding notes. #QueerWriters

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Quick Nap Bear: 9 Hours Later

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AmaraJLynn 🦹 drafting Fire & Feathers@amaralynn.bsky.social

#queerwriters Monday: Goals Day! What do you hope to accomplish this week? Can be anything, big or small! Let us know so we can cheer you on! #WritingCommunity #lgbtqwriters

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amaralynn.bsky.social @amaralynn.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

#queerwriters Monday: Goals Day! What do you hope to accomplish this week? Can be anything, big or small! Let us know so we can cheer you on! #WritingCommunity #lgbtqwriters

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#Queerwriters
What are your goals this week?

Monday, Saturday, Sunday
All LGBTQIAP writers welcome

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☆𖤓Calliope Amice𖤓☆ | 🏳️‍⚧️he/him🏳️‍⚧️ @fromcalliope.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

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Naturally, Lio was actually so prepared for today’s meeting that he got dressed the night before and simply slept in his clothes! But I suppose I can see why Sir Percival would think he’s underprepared. #WriteSky #QueerWriters #WritingCommunity #WIPSnips #Writing #TransMascProtagJam

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He opens the door and comes face to face with his guard. “Good morning,” he attempts without yawning. Unsuccessfully.
“Good morning.” Sir Percival looks at his outfit. “Are you ready to meet with her?”
Lio nods. “I am.”
“Are you… sure?”
Lio looks down at himself.
Not only does he lack shoes, but his shirt is wrinkled and the button on his pants has come undone. He can only imagine what he must look like with drool on his face and his hair undone. At least Sir Percival cares enough to warn him.
“I’m going to change.”
“Take your time.”

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