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|I DO NOT SUPPORT AI CONTENT| The public BlueSky for Twitch Streamer, Papadjinn. Artist and Writer, currently querying my novel as well as drafting it's sequel. My sugar-bomb @psprincess.bsky.social ~
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PapaDjinn is querying @papadjinn.bsky.social · Sep 23
Man, last week Tok was going for a jog in the woods. Now people expect him to fight in a war and lead people?! He's not even qualified to be a barista! I do not know that the True Mother is thinking!!
'A Sword in the Snow'

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NEW PNGTUBER by the lovely and talented @princessmagpie.bsky.social, complete with blinking frames and a hype emote!!!!!! She's such a talented artist plz give her a follow, look at this Don Bluth-reminicent style UGH its so good!! <3

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February 16, 2026 at 1:53 PM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
February 14th – sweetheart

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I might not be very romantic...

Mikiva has been captured and is being tortured for information.

#DawnsBlood

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Mikiva had just resumed her attempt when she heard the screech of the bolt sliding free from the door. As it swung open, Mikiva could smell the acrid scent of hot metal and burning oil. The Tormentor set the lamp next to her and swiftly pulled off the hood, making a mockery of her efforts. Even the dim light almost blinded her. Mikiva flinched and turned away. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Jyra purred. “Don’t you enjoy our little chats?” “They’re what I live for,” Mikiva muttered. “But I’m tired tonight. Can we just skip the pleasantries and get right to the agony?” “You know I’d love that, sugarplum,” Jyra said apologetically. “But my bosses would have my head if I didn’t at least make a token effort at getting some information out of you first.” “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t have any information to give you?” “How many times have you told me already?” Mikiva simply glared at the woman. “Don’t worry, we can start counting now. Let’s shoot for an even thousand and then have this discussion again, shall we?”
February 14, 2026 at 8:43 AM
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kiraofthewind.com
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From my short story Better the Devil You Know, which is about Steffa's first day at Five Saints Academy. This is the end of her day, when she meets up with Tynan who's going to carry her back home

Sweetheart -> sweetsoul, because they don't associate hearts with emotions
They transform again, this time into a soft, fluffy creature whose body mass is at least ninety-five percent arms, which they wrap around me for a big hug. “I missed you, Sissy,” they say in a soft, gentle voice. A voice like it’s on the verge of tears. Hecate sighs in exasperation. “The first day of school is always like this for siblings. I gave Niki and Tari the same trouble when they were in school.” “Aww, don’t cry, baby.” I pet their head, admiring how much it feels like our pet cat’s fur. I give them a gentle kiss. “Let’s go back home. I’m getting hungry, so maybe we can make dinner first.” “Oh, don’t worry about that!” they say. “I’m also at home making lomi for you! I wanted you to come home and enjoy a nice, home-cooked meal with Hecate without stressing about making it. Just rest and relax, Sissy. I’ll take care of you and your friends.” They’re such a darling sweetsoul; it hurts my chest to have such a thoughtful sibling. Steffa from the Pentagonal Dominion books, drawn by Aureolin Flax. Steffa is a plus-sized lady in a purple dress with gorgeous patterns and a flower in her hair. She's dark-skinned, with tentacled fingers, and has dark hair.
February 14, 2026 at 11:04 AM
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tarasgeir.bsky.social
Going for vibes with todays #WIPSnips and using the moment that Halla and Strope reunite after being separated for years.
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“Hal?” Finally, the woman turned and her already large eyes widened then crinkled into a smile. She dropped the cup to the ground and a smattering of water splashed Strope but he didn’t care, no amount of water could keep him away from Halla and they leapt towards each other into a tight embrace. It had to be Halla, she still smelt the same; dusty with a tinge of eggs. “I’m sorry,” he cried with an apology that had been pent up for years. “I’m so sorry I left you.” They held each other in the darkness. No words were said but they both quietly sobbed and then openly wept. He clutched her back, squeezing the heavy material of her coat under his fingers and trying to believe that it wasn’t a dream. That in a few moments she’d melt away and all he’d remember was that one grey eye and the wan voice telling him to run. But his shoulder was wet from her tears, her fingers rubbed at his shoulder blades, he couldn’t replicate that unique scent of hers in his dreams. Halla was here and she was alive. “You came back,” she blubbered. “You came back.” “I promised."
February 14, 2026 at 11:15 AM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 14. “Sweetheart”

It just has to be a romantic one, right? This is from one of the short stories I had planned for Kinktober but never finished 😅 Nothing shocking, just some kisses and a sneaky hand.

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #BattlemageAskaly #XiuyingCotR #LesFic #WriteSky #QueerWriters
Askaly woke up with kisses on her shoulder. The lips delivering them were cold, but their affection lent them a warmth that made a smile flourish on her lips. A faint light streamed through a gap in the curtained window, all traces of the pink sun having faded from it. Winter spread its wings over Orasan, a morose time for the native nensiis, but not for the cryomancer who had taken to calling the city home. A kiss right between her shoulder blades, one of her weak spots, drew a giggle out of her. “I knew you weren’t sleeping.” Askaly turned on her back, meeting the cerulean eyes of her sweetheart. She tucked a strand of white hair behind Xiuying’s ear, exposing the mischievous smiles that spoke of her excitement for the new season. “I didn’t want you to stop.” “No?” Askaly puckered her lips, shook her head. “Alright.” Then she laughed as Xiuying climbed on top of her, their bodies flat with one another, her white fringes falling over Askaly’s face as they stared into each other’s eyes, noses nearly touching. “Maybe I’ll keep going if you ask nicely.” Tongue gliding across her lower lip, Askaly trailed Xiuying’s curves with a hand until she gripped her butt. “Like this?”
February 14, 2026 at 11:56 AM
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khonri.com
I'm going straight to the semi-nuclear spicy option (cw: it's sex). 😅 Happy Valentine's Day. 💗

I have no use of sweetheart, but years ago I decided Mori would use "dear" as his term of endearment for Mana once he got comfortable with wanting a relationship. 🥰

#WIPSnips
“Please, Mori. Please, again. You are—this is.” Mori ran his hand up her chest, the path broken by a short trace along the edges of her scars, and pressed lightly. She took the wordless hint to lean back, and his fingers dug hard in her thigh in time with her startled gasp. The curve of him must have pressed along that sweet, sensitive part of her like he wanted. It all sounded far better than any dream he'd been stuck with over the last year and a half. It was… Perfect. A perfect angle he used to roll up into her. “Then come again, dear,” his words reduced to a panting wheeze. A perfect angle to make her sing and sob, to push her to come undone on him louder than before. More than his errant to watch over, this was his Mana. Starting with tonight, her, her needs, and her pleasures would finally be everything to him and hells did it feel incredible to give it. He would gladly keep indulging in this—in hot, wet, tight her—by her command. Seared lungs and a nicotine craving be damned. A smoke could wait until after this.
February 14, 2026 at 12:29 PM
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pamelaelaela.bsky.social
Happy Valentine’s Day, loves! Y’all are the best, did ya know? 🤗💚

No “sweetheart,” so I went with “sweetness” today. Here’s Danbi and Bronte the lynx, forming a special bond.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
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With the steady care of a painter’s stroke, I lean forward and lift a hand toward him. His head dips, eyes watchful. Uncertainty rushes up my chest, but I home in on the lynx’s heartbeat intersecting mine, the invisible current sparking between our eyes. My fingertips brush the downy fur at the side of the lynx’s face. And the world slips away. A swell of images and emotions floods my mind—mewling to life in darkness; fuzzy body wrapped against a sister’s in a snarl of roots; the shield and blanket of a mother’s body and the sweetness of her milk; the tangling of tiny limbs at play; the sharpness of the sister’s teeth; the first triumphant taste of a snowshoe hare’s flesh; the heavy, ineluctable departure from childhood and family; the bittersweet freedom of a life forged in solitude; the steadfast serenity of the woods. And as they flicker, my soul unlocks as well, laying out its secrets, those which I already divulged in my pursuit of the animus and others to which I could never give voice if I tried. It happens in an instant. The fluid synchrony of our lives intertwining, our spirits melding, tenses and holds like a knot pulled tight. The lynx and I are bound.
February 14, 2026 at 2:56 PM
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professoremily.bsky.social
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We're going with a translation today ("mila" -> "love")

Treat yourself to some toxic yuri vibes between Icozoue & her Mean Girl Boss/Evil Ex, Xa'aba.

From my upcoming book THE GODS OF ATALANTIS, Part 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
“I wonder about that, too,” Xa’aba said. “You were the only one in the room when Mu’u Amaasit made that request.” “Are you suggesting I lied?” Icozoue’s eyes blazed with fury. “I didn’t say that.” “Then what are you saying, Xa’aba?” Xa’aba smiled. “No need to get excited. I’m only asking questions.” “Ai, don’t play that game with me,” Icozoue snarled. “You accuse me of cheating and lying about the Sea Mother’s dying wish, then tell me not to get excited? Baiaq ki!” “Watch your language, mila. What would the gods think?” Icozoue leaned closer to her, staring her directly in the eyes. “Baiaq. Ki,” she repeated, indulging in every syllable. Once again, Xa’aba only smiled at her.
February 14, 2026 at 2:59 PM
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February 15, 2026 at 4:02 AM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
February 13th – serious

#AnthropomorphicNovel, today!

Ray has possibly been in a small car accident.

Can you still call it an “accident” if it was intentional?

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“…dammit, Ray, answer me! What the hell just happened?” Right, Tom. I probably should have hung up the phone before I did that. Oops. “I’m here, relax.” I groaned, shifting in my seat. I had probably pulled every muscle in my body. “Relax? Relax?” Tom sounded a titch upset. “What did you do? It sounded like your car exploded.” I surveyed the shattered windshield, broken windows and twisted metal that I was going to have to somehow explain to an insurance adjuster and decided that he wasn’t far from the truth. “I may have nudged her car off the road, a little,” I replied. “It isn’t a big deal.” “You crashed into her car?!” “Just a little.” “Are you just a little out of your mind? Don’t answer that. I am sending the medics. And don’t move, you could be injured.” I laughed out loud at that, and immediately regretted it, as it turned into racking coughs and rib pain. “I am definitely injured. But I don’t think it is that serious.”
February 13, 2026 at 8:36 AM
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
G'morning #WIPSnips! A rather serious prompt we have today, and I have a serious snip from Cavern Clipper to go with it! 🃏
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“What do you mean?” Sam asked after the silence lengthened for a few seconds. “You see, some of those people end up acting erratically, with an even smaller segment of those becoming violent when the new reality sets in. They all know this, you see. They all had to come to terms with the same facts, and they know, deep down, how they could have reacted. How they imagined themselves losing control. The vast majority of people adapt sufficiently, however, which I appreciate immensely.” Edgar looked around at the crowd of worried faces glancing towards Sam as they walked on towards the tall white spire that dominated the local skyline. “They are right to worry, really. A few people, how do I put this delicately, devolved mentally to a seriously violent state. People have been critically wounded or even murdered by these outbursts. Incidents like these have been becoming more and more frequent too, which is why the Registratum is so adamant on locating new arrivals themselves, and why individuals like miss Alice are prohibited from taking them into their homes even if they provide excellent care to the new arrivals,” the robot explained. “So you’re saying that a small amount of people go bloodthirsty-banana-brain when they find out Heaven isn’t real and start cutting people because of it?”
February 13, 2026 at 8:41 AM
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#WIPSnips | serious

Micah’s first appearance. 😁

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP with a misfit trio of kids.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting
“Lennie?” He lowered the bow. “What are you doin out here? I almost shot you.” She pulled the arrow from the bark and tossed it to him. “Wouldn't be the first time, Micah Ellis.” She scanned him up and down: scratched leather vest, long brown hair coated in grime, lean arms sculpted by the bow and crisscrossed with scars. “What are you doing out here?” “Trackin.” Her stomach panged—a single, hollow punch to the gut. “Tracking what? Rabbit? Them three-eyed possum? Please don't tell me deer. It's been ages since I've had deer, and with that aim, you ain't likely to hit a thing.” He mustered up a scowl and fitted the bow. “Nah. My Pa.” “Well that doesn't sound as tasty.” “Be serious for once.” He sighed and glanced around the clearing. “He set out two days ago, drunk and ramblin’ on about some boon or other.” He nodded at the boy. “What's with the kid?” “Oh, him?” She grinned. “This is Shrimp.” The boy stood a head shorter than Micah, but he seemed to be squaring him up. Arms crossed, feet planted, eyes narrowed. He gave a single sniff in Micah's direction and grimaced. “Alright,” Micah said. “Where'd he come from?” “The porch.” “And before that?” “I don't know.” “Well he didn't come from nowhere.” “Does it matter? He's here. He's my—what d’ya call it—ward, now.” “Uh-huh.” Micah tapped his fingers on the bow, then turned and started walking. “Well, best of luck to y'all.” “Hey, wait! You're looking for your daddy?” She grabbed the kid by the elbow and pulled as he dug his feet futilely into the mud. “Maybe we can help.” Micah didn't slow his pace as he trekked out into the woods. “He might be your ward, Lennie, but I sure as hell ain't no warden.”
February 13, 2026 at 9:55 AM
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kiraofthewind.com
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Posting a snip from Merchants of Knowledge and Magic again today! Not a wip, but a published book😁

Here, Calinthe (the MC) meets Kamiko (the villain) for the first time. Their initial introduction goes well...

It won't stay that way
“Let me explain our situation,” Mayume said. “I’m training Kamiko so she’ll be prepared to take control of this household when I pass away. She has never addressed a merchant of knowledge before or played a formal Game of Eight Questions. I would like her to practice doing business with you. I will assist as needed.” “Practice?” I asked with a touch of scorn. “I came here for a legitimate reason. I insist my questions be taken seriously.” “They will be,” Kamiko replied. “Mother uses playful words, but this is serious to both of us. As one miko of Lucognidus to another, I do solemnly swear to speak only the truth.” I nodded. “Thank you. Shall we begin?” Kamiko drawn by Nercassa. Kamiko from Merchants of Knowledge and Magic, a dark-skinned woman with a forked snake tongue, red eyes, and silver hair. She’s wearing a higanbana hair ornament
February 13, 2026 at 11:35 AM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 13. "Serious"

I don't remember if I shared this one here on WIPSnips already, but... I couldn't choose any other 😂

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Ashrah frowned, wondering if the description was another of the Nether-Touched’s endless drolleries. “That makes no sense.” “Right? No one wants that! It’s a thing from the Living Planes. You know how mortals are, always dancing on the knife’s edge.” “Those must be large knives.” Sareena laughed, and outside, the wind howled in protest. “Why do you laugh?” The Nether-Touched stared at Ashrah as the amusement faded from her expression. “You… are serious.” “I am always serious.” A sigh. “Aye, I noticed.”
February 13, 2026 at 11:35 AM
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khonri.com
This man is gonna be making "it cost me an arm and a leg" jokes for decades.

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“How are Moya and Inala?” Zola paused. He gave Mori a quick glance, then a small shrug. “He's oddly okay. I think he's riding the pride of keeping both of us from bleeding to death. She on the other hand…” His stump arm made the motion of the gesture and Zola let out a short snort. “She answered once to see me but has avoided coming out since.” Mori resisted rolling his eyes, attempting to not acknowledge it further. He couldn't seriously be making light of his situation, could he?
February 13, 2026 at 12:37 PM
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professoremily.bsky.social
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Mireia & Kena are on a journey!

(It's an unauthorized journey, in case anyone wondered why they're not traveling like, y'know... gods 😅)

From my upcoming book THE GODS OF ATALANTIS, Part 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
A freighter owned by the Trader’s Guild of Tualatan, carrying a shipment of crops, provided them direct transport to Habuuket. Kena not only talked the driver into letting them ride in the back with the cargo, but also managed to negotiate the price down to only two tepetza each. It seemed he’d had some experience haggling for rides before. For the first time since she’d met him, Mireia found herself seriously contemplating just who Kena was—who he had been before he was the Sun Father. She realized with a shock that she knew almost nothing about him, and wondered at herself for not being more curious. The freighter glided over the rocky terrain at a leisurely pace. Mireia and Kena sat opposite each other among the clay barrels, while the dark jagged landscape rolled past around them beneath the starry sky, and the night hummed with the music of crickets and toads. “Where are you from, Kena?” she finally broke the silence. “You’ve never told me.” “Up north.” “Ata, but where, up north?” “Why do you ask?” She hesitated. “I’m just curious. We’ve never spoken about our lives before—before, you know.” Kena turned his gaze out at the black horizon. “Nothing really worth talking about.”
February 13, 2026 at 3:01 PM
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holfelderwatson.bsky.social
When Liam shows up at work with a bandaged hand, Henry of course gives him a hard time about it. Dammit, Henry, be nice!
#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
God damn it, Henry. Can’t you mind your own business for once? “So what happened at the ME’s office?” Henry finally asks. “Get into a fight?” “No.” Liam sets his files down and turns to face Henry. “I tripped outside, trying to avoid a reporter. Scraped my hand on the side of the building.” He glances down at his hand. “It’s fine.” Henry laughs, not kindly. “A reporter took you out? Seriously?” He shakes his head. “How do they let you carry a gun?”
February 13, 2026 at 4:03 PM
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eliwoodsgheist.bsky.social
Happy #WIPSnips - Serious

A singing lesson from RETURN TO BLUDEYE BEACH. I know I've shared this snip before, but I feel like everyone could get more Will Zangari affirmations ❤️
“Ew. You use a washcloth? What is this, the Great Depression?” Will said, wrinkling his nose. “When I’m cleaning the house, sometimes,” Edie said. “It’s more eco-friendly than paper towels. And there’s nothing wrong with using a washcloth, for, like, your body, either.” “My point is, there’s nothing wrong with exercising the right muscles, but if you're not using them for their intended purpose, you’re not going to get your full performance potential. I want you standing at a piano, mind clear, shoulders back, belting it out. Serious practice, Edie. Teddy told me that the two of you used to do that together.” “We just…kind of got busier, and the morning routine changed.” “No one’s going to do the work of taking you seriously for you, Edie. Remember that.”
February 13, 2026 at 5:18 PM
papadjinn.bsky.social
Tok: "Is this a game? I haven't run for fun in a while.

Vashad: "If there's no penalty or prize, I'm not interested."

Duggy: "No, no, hell no!"
ocqotd.bsky.social [ OC Questions ] @ocqotd.bsky.social · 8d
"The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start."

How does your original character feel when they hear these words?

#OCASK #OCQOTD #OCSKY
February 10, 2026 at 12:22 AM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
February 9th – select

As a chemist, Av’ry is usually very interested to learn about new drugs.

In this case, there is something more pressing on his mind, so he is in a bit of a hurry.

#DawnsBlood

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“We work for many years to achieve the inner peace and balance we need to be worthy of the experience. Of an audience with Them. Only a select few are ever chosen for the honor.” This wasn’t helpful. Av’ry resisted the urge to tell her to stuff the mystic bullshit and be clear, as that was unlikely to go over well. Instead, he tried to pry out some information less directly. “And you have had this…honor?” “I have.” “What is it like? When you, commune with them?” “Bliss.” She smiled, far away. “For a time, you are at one with all creation. Everything is perfect. It is what we all aspire to.” “And how does it let you communicate with the dragons, precisely?” Av’ry asked. “It opens your mind to them. Let’s you hear their instructions and advice. The very lucky can even converse directly with them. As if they were here with us still,” Xiala explained. Av’ry nodded solemnly, trying to look awed by this sacred revelation. Internally, he updated his knowledge on the effects of the drug. An entheogen, certainly, as he had expected. But more specifically, it sounded like a powerful euphoric, with hallucinogenic properties. Auditory, maybe visual.
February 9, 2026 at 8:37 AM
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
G'morning #WIPSnips! Got a shorter one for today from the crew, after a *very tense* situation.
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“Now, Clarence, select those in the crew you know won’t just blindly start shooting unless there’s a very good reason. Three, one outside and two in here with the good doctor. You, Sam, are going to stay here like the doctor asked and get a good night’s sleep with…with Nyxel here!” “But-“ Sam started to argue. “No buts! I need you fresh tomorrow! We’re reaching the end of the cavern and I need you on one of the surviving gunpods! We may run into some unexpected trouble tomorrow!” the captain said, making sure that her voice offered no opportunity for argument.
February 9, 2026 at 8:45 AM
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tarasgeir.bsky.social
Grio likes to spend his mornings selecting an outfit that will cope with whatever the day throws at him. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
"Get dressed," Raion said primly. "You should've been ready long ago." "I felt like enjoying myself," Grio tucked in the towel and turned around to fetch his clothes. They were hung neatly and took up almost an entire wall. He'd need a fleet of wardrobes to contain them. And this way, he could see and select what to wear today without the hindrance of opening doors. "What are our plans for today?" "We're heading down into the Dip," Anfri finally spoke and there was a dryness to his voice. His gaze kept flitting away then moving back to linger on Grio's torso. The Dip. Grio groaned internally and cast his eyes away from his more extravagant clothes. Today would be a day of casualness and for attire that could be burnt after use. He slipped a thin jerkin over his head and then let the towel fall so he could pull on tight underclothes followed by loose trousers. It was an outfit that hid the tantalising glimpses he'd allowed them to witness.
February 9, 2026 at 10:03 AM
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A little cat and mouse between rivals
From "Endlings"
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He flashed a charming smile. “I do not believe you have met Luna. We have been spending quite a bit of time together, so I invited her to accompany me today,” Vayen purred. “Nice to meet you,” Luna said, giving a slight bow making sure to accentuate her plunging neck line. They had selected her outfit for just such occasions. Cumulus caught a quick glance and looked away. Vayen wished he could bottle Cumulus’ emotional turmoil like a fine wine. “She is beautiful, is she not?” Vayen cooed. “Did you really just come over here to parade your women in front of me? Are you still trying to detract from the rumors you prefer a more…masculine company?” Cumulus huffed. “If you are making a pass at me I am afraid you are not my type. I also never said she was my woman, we don’t like to put labels on things, if you catch me drift,” Vayen said, squeezing her waist.
February 9, 2026 at 10:05 AM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 9. “Select”

The games aren’t always fair, are they?

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #BattlemageAskaly #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
Raiden stepped towards his disciples, presumably to heal Johnny as he had tried to do with Sonya, but Mïn Ashå’s raised hand blocked his advance. “Baraka. Your next adversary is Johnny Cage.” “Are you insane?” Sonya growled. “Have you looked at him?” “He is not a worthy opponent,” Baraka added. Mïn patiently waited until the protests died out. “As I am certain some of you have noted, the island begins to fade. We do not have much longer here. And while I graciously allowed you to choose your opponents for most of this tournament, I am within my rights as host to select fighters at any given time. And I am choosing now.” He cast that last word at Baraka, who returned the kind of glare that could make a heart drop dead. And speaking of his heart… It accelerated, embracing the truth that the tarkatan war chief denied: there was no escaping combat, whether his opponent was worthy of his blades or not. “Lord Mïn Ashå, allow me to heal—” “Request denied, Lord Raiden.” “What is this shit?” Sonya shouted what Askaly was too stunned to voice. “You’re so fucking clearly favouring your realm, you know he can’t win this fight!” “Then perhaps he should have been better trained.” Sonya was at the brink of explosion when Johnny placed a placating hand on her shoulder. A hand she didn’t immediately shake off. “We all have a role to fill. Don’t worry, I’m just a supporting character in this story.”
February 9, 2026 at 11:35 AM
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pamelaelaela.bsky.social
A tough moment for Danbi.

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But in his eyes, there’s too much regret, and the old feeling comes back—like I’m waiting on a dock for a ship that doesn’t seek harbor. Its familiarity is savage, but there’s a criminal comfort in the understanding it grants me. “But now,” I say, and I can’t help glancing at his lips before I look back into his eyes, “[REDACTED] is here. And we’re closer than ever to [REDACTED]. And the promise you made to her is wrapped up with the promise you made to save him. And you won’t break them. Because you’re you.” Misery surges across his face. “I have to try.” No. But I nod. The single step I take away from him then is harder than every step I ever took to get closer. Choose me, my heart screams. But I say, “You have to.” Maybe I should be angry, maybe I should quake with resentment, but I don’t. I see it now—why it always felt like he was fighting the current of the tide that drew us together. And I understand what it means to him to honor his promise. I don’t tell him, but part of it has already become mine as well. I will defeat [REDACTED]. I’ll do everything in my power to make this world closer to what it can be. I’ll do it because I can’t not. I’ll do it because, maybe, I can. Our gazes refuse to diverge, and I wonder if this is the interlude or the closing, a change in key or the discordance of a mistake. Inside the ballroom, the music stops.
February 9, 2026 at 12:10 PM