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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'

#UnhingedPit #A #F #Q
papadjinn.bsky.social
System → series | Tok finds himself in a temple under the eyes of different Gods than his own True Mother and he doesn't feel comfortable.
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
The stone temple was smaller than the wooden one that was built within the Uesn village, but it was still big enough to fit many series of people. Yet Tokonus could not help but feel a sense of claustrophobia under the gaze of the stained-glass windows. The young lord was not beholden to any other divine than the True Mother, but that did not quell the anxieties that bubbled up inside him. Tokonus was uncertain the length of the ceremony, but he only hoped that it would not last. This space with its pews, statues, and holy servants in their sacred garb did not feel safe – not for the Lukshen; not for the stranger.
November 25, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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Happy #WIPSnips 25 - System

From BLUDEYE BEACH. Edie understands the age-old ritual of getting razzed 😔
The air was still warm as Edie pulled up to Milo’s apartment. She ran into Cat and Viola just outside. Viola couldn’t stop grinning at Edie. “Okay,” Edie said with a sigh. “Get it out of your system now.” “You kissed my brother,” Viola said immediately. “You’re a brother-kisser. Can I start calling you my sister-in-law? Can I be your maid of honor? Cuz you're gonna marry my brother. Cuz you kissed him.”
November 25, 2025 at 11:34 AM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

The absolute gall of this guy.

FYI: "sah" in this culture is the address for children & subordinates. As the gods, Mireia & Kena are expected to address everyone as "sah," but Mimi gives it some extra oomph here.

From Book 2 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
“I’ve heard rumors that you intend to, ah... free the slaves?” This question, spoken in a vaguely mocking tone, was directly at Mireia—only at Mireia. She opened her mouth to reply, but Kena spoke first, not hiding the annoyance in his voice. “We intend to, yes.” The lord’s eyes begrudgingly turned to Kena, and his thin mouth twitched, the trace of a smile becoming first a frown, and then a different kind of smile—polite but stony. “I see,” said the Obsidian man, in a more serious tone. “I must admit, I was hoping you might reassure me that these rumors were untrue. Are you certain that—?” “We are certain, sah,” Mireia said sharply, with emphasis on the sah. “I only wonder if you’ve thought about—” “We know it will be difficult,” Kena cut him off. “But we feel it must be done.” The man’s smile somehow became stonier. “You are both still so young, and the young are always full of idealism. That’s one of the beauties of this system of ours, ona? Every generation gets a new pair of gods with fresh eyes and hopeful dreams, who haven’t yet been jaded by the world. Without Mu’u and Raa, relics like myself would never be forced to change, and our society would stagnate. I appreciate that—honestly, I do. But idealism must ever be tempered with realism, young gods. And, while the idea of freeing the slaves is a noble goal, I don’t feel that it’s very realistic.” He took a sip of wine, then glanced at Mireia. “Sea Mother, you especially ought to consider how this will look. There are already many out there who believe that your mixed blood makes you too partial to the barbarians. What will they say if you do this?” “They can say whatever they like about me,” Mireia said. “It doesn’t change what’s right.”
November 25, 2025 at 11:59 AM
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pamelaelaela.bsky.social
They’re just study buddies, mmkay?

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #AmQuerying
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“Yup. And you? Ready for that anatomy exam?” Boy am I glad Chloe isn’t here, because she’d never let this opportunity slip without saying something like why don’t you help her study some anatomy personally. “Nearly,” I answer, flipping through my notes and willing away the flush in my face. About an hour in, I’m testing my memory of a mammalian lymphatic system chart when Hart’s deep voice interrupts my train of thought. “Your focus is incredible.” I peer up and blink, like I’m stepping into daylight. He’s watching me with a hand draped across his cheek and half his mouth. The other half curves up, and color blooms on my cheeks. “You have this…mode,” he says. “Like your brain has binoculars.” I snort. “Mundy actually calls it Danbi-vision. I was always trying to get my homework done at school so I wouldn’t have to lug so many books to the store, and he always said he wanted to capture my laser focus, code it into a robot, and name the feature Danbi-vision.” “Store?” “My aunt and uncle’s. I worked there.” I train my eyes back on the chart, wondering if he’ll ask another question, unsure whether I want him to. Hart drags his elbows up over the edge of the table and leans in, tugging my gaze back up. “Mundy has his work cut out for him. Seems like trying to bottle lightning.”
November 25, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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woodenvelt.bsky.social
Spencer and Wren meet with a moody library ghost.

From my romantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Wrencer
Eventually, the half dozen books floating around Muriel snapped shut all at once and zipped through the air to rest in a neat pile on a nearby table. “Golden and Glorious, even in defeat, General Kinileaus turned his blade toward his own breast and fell upon it.” Muriel’s voice was an echo that Wren felt more than heard. It was like it came from the very stones of the library rather than the semi-transparent woman before them. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Muriel. It’s a new cataloging system; no one is asking you to fall on your sword.” Archivist Doleman huffed, but her eyes crinkled at the corners with a hint of hidden laughter. “Alright then, this staying up all hours and crawling about in my nightgown is a young person’s game. I’m going back to bed. You know your way out, Brother Spencer?” “Of course.” The priest inclined his head. And then they were alone. With the ghost. Wren wasn’t sure how this was supposed to go. Did they come right out and ask questions, or should they work their way up to it? Did they need to word everything in the form of obscure historical quotes? Was Spencer going to sing again?
November 25, 2025 at 12:35 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Another word I don’t have, but described here in the thoughts of Aaran, an unusually young Druid of Linduen, is a magnificent and awful #system.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
East of Sheltria, the same types of boulder fields creased the forested slopes of two other mountains in the range. The first of those peaks, adjacent to Linduen, wore a cloudy, mysterious wreath of infamy, for a labyrinth wandered and spiraled from behind the stronghold down and eastward, issuing to its nameless slope. That labyrinth was greatly dreaded and comprised of much, including many stairs, most of which had in fact been hewn by Novices in training. A person negotiating that way was one who suffered the very worst of the punishments the Druids could allot. It removed any last, lingering vestige of connection to Sheltria from the unfortunate condemned to walk it. It was a one-way journey, and it was whispered that once the door to the labyrinth closed behind the exile, it disappeared to that one forever. The exile, now fireth, vanished into the wilderness, alone.
November 25, 2025 at 12:42 PM
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wipsnips.bsky.social
The #WIPSnips word for November 25th is "system"

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity
#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag November 25 - system Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is black with stars with a light blue rectangle highlighted by a fuchsia line. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner
November 25, 2025 at 8:33 AM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
November 25th – system

#AnthropomorphicNovel, today!

Ray is having a bad day.

cw: fire, death

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“No, don’t move,” Tom insisted. “The medics will be there in a few minutes, and if they don’t find you in that car seat, I will make sure they hold you overnight in the med center for observation. See if I don’t.” “Fine, I’m staying put.” “Good. Because if you don’t get back here in one piece, I won’t be able to kill you myself.” “It’s sweet that you care.” I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. Everything hurt, kind of like I had been hit by a car, appropriately enough. It would be nice to just rest for a few minutes. And that was when I heard the whoosh of the gasoline igniting. I could not catch a break today. I muted my earpiece and swore colorfully. A spark from the electrical system, or heat from one of the engines must have caught the leaking gas. Flames licked the outside of my car. I couldn’t stay here, or I would cook. I wrenched the door open and stumbled out, then glanced back at the other car. The succubus hadn’t moved. If I left her there, she would burn alive. Perhaps a fitting end for her, but I couldn’t just sit here and let her die.
November 25, 2025 at 11:29 AM
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jundlife.bsky.social
Just smoking and talking about the moon.
From "HatWIP"

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #WIPSnips
“The moon is predictable. It’s not hard to learn its patterns, I have always paid attention to the patterns of light,” I say, suddenly very aware of how weird I must sound. Aren't people supposed to talk about weird things while high? “Are you sure you are not autistic?” “Pretty sure, maybe one day they will invent a better test and diagnose me. I just appreciate how perfect our moon is. Did you know our planet is the only one in the solar system that’s moon is the same size as the sun, from our perspective anyway. It allows for one hundred percent totality during a solar eclipse. It is almost mathematically impossible yet it happens here, on a planet with sentient life that can understand its rarity. I think that is beautiful, I don’t care if it makes me sound autistic,” I say and feel the weight of Mel’s gaze upon me. She is sizing me up again, but not as a threat. She is trying to understand me as a curiosity.
November 25, 2025 at 10:14 AM
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
Morning, #WIPsnips. FTL drive is something no one is truly prepared for if they don't know what's going to happen, as Jennifer finds out in TLC.
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity
I wonder if the same is happening to me, when the stars around us become bright blue and surge towards us. Brilliant blue particles speed past. I look to the side to see the particles flash from blue to white to red as they pass by the ship. I want to say ‘What kind of Star Trek crap is this?’ but all I can manage out of my throat is a strained “Gnhhgh!” Only then do I notice my hands clenching on the seat-belts for dear life. I consciously try to loosen their grip to no avail. “Here it comes!” Driona says a bit indistinctly and I look up and ahead again. A massive blue-green gas giant with rings twice as spectacular as Saturn’s fly directly towards us, as if some god had plucked it from the surrounding solar system and thrown a fast ball directly at my head. My whole body clenches up as I’m expecting the gigantic planet to crash into the ship. Somehow I’m unable to scream.
November 25, 2025 at 8:57 AM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#AwesomeCharacters

Depends on how you define "side characters" I guess, because generally all my characters big or small have something going on 😅

In #Atlantis, Aiamin & Ru'ul have a little forbidden bodyguard romance brewing, plus Aiamin's struggles to earn respect as High Queen. But this is 🧵
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 16h
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Do you have any side characters with their own adventures going on in the background of your story?

Do we get many glimpses?

Is it in the same genre as your main work? E.g. romance in the background of horror?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 24, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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khonri.com
So, yes!

Before the story starts, Sybil has a goal for herself to find something, anything of importance to earn her and her closest family member a "promotion" into the ruling tier of the Crucible.

She's found in Galas Castoll to start because Fannarey has weird shit going on. Worthy hunts!

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Art commissioned from and alt text by birdko.art: Digital artwork of Sybil, a woman with bright pink hair in a braided half-updo, very dark skin with a pinkish undertone, eyes the same shade of pink as her hair, wearing a fancy rose gold gown with a black coat slung over her shoulders, gold jewellery and full glam makeup, and holding a flip phone as she looks away over one shoulder. Sybil belongs to Khonri on Bluesky.
November 25, 2025 at 12:07 AM
papadjinn.bsky.social
Side characters part two. Both Othelia and Esthan II have their own stories happening in the background as well. I can't give too much away, but there's an overlap between Tok, Othelia, Esthan II and Vashad's story.
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 16h
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Do you have any side characters with their own adventures going on in the background of your story?

Do we get many glimpses?

Is it in the same genre as your main work? E.g. romance in the background of horror?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 24, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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ddwardiswriting.bsky.social
Just a heads up.
I don't use Gen AI in my writing and never will.
I don't use Gen AI for illustration and never will.
I won't willingly or knowingly use Gen AI at all.
I write because I love it.
I pay indie artists because they deserve the work and the credit.

Gen AI is not art.
November 24, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Do you have any side characters with their own adventures going on in the background of your story?

Do we get many glimpses?

Is it in the same genre as your main work? E.g. romance in the background of horror?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 24, 2025 at 10:58 PM
papadjinn.bsky.social
Vashad appears in Tok's story in the first few chapters. They do NOT know each other but they do interact once. I've been planning it all from the beginning MEHEHEHAAAA
November 24, 2025 at 11:01 PM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
#Novmemeber 24

The antagonist we are currently talking about is definitely human. He absolutely has human hands, and skin, and hair.

He is really not happy about that, though. The animal he wants to be is a dragon.

This may or may not be plot relevant. 🤫
November 24, 2025 at 7:13 AM
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
G'morning #WIPSnips! Had to look for a synonym for this one from TLC, but at least it was a strong one. Also looks like I’ll be using this search for most of the week to come.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Another alien, obviously, but this one looked even more alien than what I’ve seen before. Except for the face, the face is the closest thing to human as I’ve seen since getting abducted by aliens. What the hell is my life right now. The skin is purplish, and their hair is long and black, similar to my own. They have two orange eyes, a nose and a mouth, all very human in appearance. Then the rest of their body has to be considered. Their neck is slightly thicker, but the body is at least twice as thick as my own, because it has to carry all the muscle for no less than four arms, two on either side. Each arm is twice as thick as my own. They are as tall as I am, from what I can tell in my current position near the floor. They’re wearing something that looks like a cross between business formal and star trek, mostly black or dark grey, covering most of the massive body. This all ended in three legs, side by side as if a human had grown an extra leg between the two they already had.
November 24, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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jundlife.bsky.social
Dial-up song goes "EEEEEEE WAHHHHH EEEEE, EWAHEWAHWEA SHHHHHHHHHHH HSSSSSSSSSSS"
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
I am once again staring at my Gateway. This electronic temptress, usually only good for revealing sexual acts I have no hope of commiting, now holds another forbidden pleasure; knowledge. The original sin. The dial-up noise is too loud for the hour of the night. The DSL people need to hurry up and free my geographic location from the restraints of using the telephone lines for all forms of communication. I hate how other people can physically hear when I am surfing the Information Super Highway. This is supposed to be a private affair. The electronic noise ceases its Internet summoning song. I am now free to lose my sanity.
November 24, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
November 24th – debut

Fox has a plan. This means something interesting, and probably dangerous, is about to happen.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“But how? We can’t just break in. We have no idea what we’d be walking into, and I doubt they are giving guided tours,” Av’ry noted. “Ah, but that’s where you are wrong.” Fox’s eyes glimmered deviously. “What are you suggesting, Fox?” Av’ry shot her a suspicious look. “As it happens, the people who own the temple are ready to debut their renovations. Three days from now, they are hosting a very exclusive gala, invitation only, for every noble within travelling distance. They have all been called for what the invitations promise will be a historical unveiling.” “Of what?” Mikiva raised an eyebrow. “They are a bit vague on that point. You know how nobles like an exclusive, mysterious event. Draws them like moths to a flame.” “True.” Mikiva nodded, thoughtfully. “But how does that help us? We aren’t exactly nobility, nor do we have an invite.” “Wrong again. Or rather, half-correct.” Fox chuckled. “We do, of course, have an invitation. And the nobility part is easy enough to fake.” She tossed the envelope down on the table.
November 24, 2025 at 11:29 AM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 24. "Debut"

Well, one thing is for certain: this will be an unforgettable performance!

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #MileenaSuêòng #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
When they arrived at the Grand Balcony, the open-air garden with a privileged view of Dueóng where the empress addressed the people, Mileena was bathed in sweat. She nodded to Kira, who answered with one of her unnerving winks before she took her place on the edge of the balcony, drew her fiddle, and swept the bow across the strings, sending a strident but somehow still captivating note singing across the city. “My grand debut at the palace, can you believe it?!” “Grand debut and grand finale,” Mileena muttered.
November 24, 2025 at 11:53 AM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Vibes today! It's Mireia & Kena's ordination as the new gods, but unfortunately things aren't going great between the two of them at first... 😢

From Book 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
“I just think it would be best for both of us to keep to ourselves from now on, and only deal with each other when it’s absolutely necessary.” She gave him a stern look. “Yaiaku?” Any semblance of lightheartedness had completely abandoned Kena at this point. He glowered straight ahead, radiating quiet anger, his mouth pressed into a hard line. “You know,” he remarked, “there’s this amazing thing they’ve invented called tact. You ought to try it sometime.” “I don’t need tact. I say things as they are.” “Even if it means telling someone to their face that you want nothing to do with them?” “Would you prefer I lied to you to make you feel better?” Kena scowled. “So you’re not even going to give me a chance? You don’t know anything about me!” “No,” she replied. “And you don’t know anything about me.” “I feel I’m beginning to,” he muttered. “Young gods.” Sister Zu’uvit gestured at them. “It’s time.” Through the doorway, they could hear Xa’aba’s speech building up to the climactic moment when the two of them would step through that door and face the Na’aqal people for the first time. Kena lifted up his hand stiffly, and she took it as limply as possible. Both of them stared straight ahead, bitter and fuming, as they walked forward together. The cheer that went up from the crowd was loud enough to be heard in all Eleven Worlds.
November 24, 2025 at 11:56 AM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #debut
Vibes:

Drisal is nervous suddenly working directly for the king and high council. He presents his debut commissioned gem to its recipient.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Lady Jannia was a fierce, dark-haired beauty with a regal carriage she shared with Lord Sarran. It intimidated him until he drew near and found a relaxed earthiness about her that let him breathe easier. With scarce an iota of regret he pressed the FIRST rälm into her palm. Overawed by its beauty, she gave a little gasp. "That was my first reaction, too, my lady," Drisal said. "What do you see?" "My eyes. Your eyes. Reflections of Iryla." She turned to her husband. Drisal handed him the second, and his reaction was similar, though wordless. Their eyes sparkled. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 24, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#NovemberWorldbuilders 24. Mileena is a far descendant of Írìsáng, the Half-Blood Celestial who, together with Tamnís, Goddess of War, and four other clans, put an end to the bloodshed against Nether-Touched in her region and founded what would become the Kingdom of Ophádün and the Suêòng Dynasty.
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 1d
#NovemberWorldbuilders Let's talk about how the world's history directly impacts your main character (or some other important character in the world you're developing). Do they have an important ancestor? Was there a specific event, say a war or diaspora, that impacted their current life?
#NovemberWorldbuilders prompt card Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 4: HISTORY 24. An event/ancestor directly connected to your MC or another important character The image in the background is a blurred picture of a foresty/rocky landscape with lightning and a mountain in the background
November 24, 2025 at 12:02 PM
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khonri.com
#NovemberWorldbuilders

Let's talk Chiyo Kirunaka, Eru gets enough attention.

I have an 8 hour meeting so a bit of a history yap on her leading up to why she was/is important.

Chiyo, during her mortal life, was a young Tuyo woman born around 17 years before the start of their "common era."

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A snip of Chiyo & Erra in an artwork depicting them as a reference to the High Priestess tarot card. Erra winds around behind Chiyo, with a centipede like body of black carapace with gold borders and legs. Art was commissioned from birdko.art
November 24, 2025 at 1:38 PM