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Prof Emily

@professoremily.bsky.social

#NovemberWorldbuilders 26

Ehehehe there is in fact a conspiracy theory that all of the Sea Mothers for the past 400ish years have been false puppets chosen by the elites, while the real Sea Mothers have lived in obscurity.

Why yes this IS important to the story, how did you guess? 😂 #Atlantis

Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 16h

#NovemberWorldbuilders Heya, friends! In your fictional world, are there any lies or conspiracy theories (or maybe just incorrect beliefs) about a historical event? Is the government of your (fictional) world hiding anything? Please keep it fictional! No real-world stuff here, please!

#NovemberWorldbuilders prompt card

Hosted by Kira of the Wind
Week 4: HISTORY
26. Any lies/conspiracy theories about historical events?

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The Ancient Aliens guy with the hair is here again, transparent in the background

November 26, 2025 at 7:22 PM

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Finn McLellan

@saranadosfiction.com

#WIPSnips | impede

That I don't have, but 'block' I do - into Fire in the Sky (so 'ware spoilers at the link) and Sabbat having a run-in with some scavengers

( saranadosfiction.com/2025/08/02/f... )

“Hey!”

Sabbat groaned, rolling over and throwing his arm across his eyes in an attempt to block out the sudden and unwelcome shaft of light stabbing across his vision. He’d been *warm*, for fuck’s sake – warm, and comfortable, and more than halfway to complete unconsciousness, and if-

“Hey! Over here!”

And if whoever was talking didn’t shut the fuck up very soon, they were going to find themselves missing a tongue. Or possibly a throat, if he could just… make his limbs work. Sodding hells, it shouldn’t be this hard to move, even if he did feel half-frozen.

So, fine. No need for bloodshed right now – if they weren’t trying to attack him, no point leaving another pile of bodies for the Watch to pick over. Just warn ‘em off. Wasn’t so cold he couldn’t speak, yet.

“‘m tryin’ t’sleep. Fuck off.”

He’d meant it as a growl. It came out as a whisper.

But the light shifted, moving away from his face, and the voice which had woken him spoke again, quieter this time – and sounding a fucktonne more disappointed than it had any fucking right to be, for his money. “Hey. He ain’t dead!”

November 26, 2025 at 8:43 AM

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L.M. du Plessis 🇳🇦 🇺🇦📚💙 ‪✨Editing Cavern Clipper✨

@smoking-gnu.bsky.social

G'morning #WIPSnips! TLC is juuuuust on the cusp of doing their first job! However, some slight complications have cropped up.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Very well. One final step needs to be taken,” Rondu declares.
“The registration?” Driona asks.
“Indeed. After that is finished, we will have to wait for the observers to arrive. This will take no more time than our readying the supplies will in any case, so the delay will not be noticeable.”
“Will they interfere in any way if they feel the need?” I ask.
“No. Impeding an in-process employment is not part of their purview. But it might well depend on who is chosen… or who volunteers,” Rondu explains.
“Yeah, you mentioned her,” I say, recalling that Voliannas might have a non-zero chance of showing up here.

November 26, 2025 at 9:12 AM

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Jan Karlsson

@jangoeswriting.bsky.social

‘Slow’ instead of ‘impede’ today.

From ‘House Rules’.

#WiPSnips

She had had to grow up pretty fast. Then she had had to slow down a lot. Being a child was a rollercoaster sometimes, though she had no idea what one of those was. That was a throwback to the time when she was part ineffable artefact of near ultimate power and part brattish child who thought she knew everything. Which she did, but when that ineffable artefact had been removed, the brattish child had remained and she had to learn how to act without the ability to wipe beings and objects out of existence due to her petulance. She’d been a lot happier since, understandably.

November 26, 2025 at 9:14 AM

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Tara S Geir

@tarasgeir.bsky.social

Grio gets desperate before the god gives him offer that could save his life. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

November 26, 2025 at 10:11 AM

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K.A. Hela ✨ Final edits?✨

@jundlife.bsky.social

Our hero muses on a nice morning - (sure hope nothing bad happens later)
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips

I am back in the field. Daylight. The sun has just risen creating a second golden hour as the light sparkles off the wet grass. The weather front has pushed away the rain to the north and hurricane Erin is preventing anything else from coming from the south. It creates a perfect cloudless sky. Skiers would use the word ‘blue bird day’ up in Stowe or Okemo.

November 26, 2025 at 10:23 AM

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Zed Prospero

@zprospero.bsky.social

#WIPSnips

When I think of the word "impede," I think of driving through Ohio.

This story is a fantasy is because people sometimes arrive on time.

The angels, demons, and undead pale next to that miracle.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #Writers

November 26, 2025 at 2:07 PM

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Walker Harris

@walkerharris.net

CW: Severe wound and magical healing of it

One character that surprised me in Felcrown is Dignity's badass mom, Hope Dunandrien. I knew she'd be a former adventurer but between that and moms being tough in general, she is unstoppable and become a really fun side character.

#WIPSnips #DnD #WriteSky

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“It’s—” Hope covered her mouth and coughed up a handful of blood.
Dignity rushed over to her and put her hands on her mother. She willed more healing power to manifest but nothing happened. “Mom, heal yourself, please! I’m trying but I can’t get it to work again.”
Hope struggled to get air into her lungs but managed to remain completely calm. She forced a painful deep breath and coughed out the magical phrases while gesturing. Thankfully, her hands glowed again with the healing light as she put them to her chest.
They could all hear several bones crunch back into place and the wet squelch of flesh resealing. Through it all, Hope’s only reaction was to pull her lips tight and hiss quietly.
“Ok, I’m better now, you can stop fussing. Dignity and Rajak, can you get some wet towels from upstairs so that we can clean some of this up?”

November 26, 2025 at 2:41 PM

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PapaDjinn is querying

@papadjinn.bsky.social

Impede → disrupt | Not sure if I posted this before, but, Tok and Othelia have a conversation about the future of Dawnleaf.
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF

“You’ve learned me well,” Othelia began, pulling away from Tokonus’ embrace. “The particulars may just go over your head, as little as you know of Dawnleaf, but I will give you what insight that I can. At present the people of the Lumberlans, the Doklans and Portlight are under the control of the Frostborne. I want to disrupt that command, to make the totality of Dawnleaf independent.”

Removing a scroll from its perch within a bookshelf, she unrolled it to reveal a map. For each point on the map, she placed a carved wooden piece; a ship for Portlight, a hound for the Lumberlans, and a fish for the Doklans. The totems were in place; she turned back to Tokonus.

“These are the lands divided and if we only provide freedom without authority to head our territories, there will be a power vacuum. However quiet things may seem at first, there is bound to be a struggle later.” The Lady of Acosta pointed to the hound and raised her chin. “We need a seat of power, a stable voice for the masses to follow and that will be the Lumberlans – that will be Acosta. If we are to obtain the throne for those two, we will need to have their full cooperation.”

“You mean their submission,” Tokonus corrected with a frown. “I am not a child, whether or not I can understand Hemsen politics or commerce, I can understand that much. There is no reason to hide your hand.”

“Don’t be petty, Tok,” Othelia retorted, rolling her eyes. “Yes, we will vassalize them, but I don’t plan for us to treat them like cattle. Whatever word we use, hierarchy is the only language that these people understand. That is their culture, it is the one way they will know peace... with their tails pinned down neatly under a thumb.”

November 26, 2025 at 2:38 PM

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Charlie Delta 🦊🐐

@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social

November 26th – impede

Mikiva spies on Fox’s half-brother and a priest as they discuss a plan that has gone slightly awry.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

The tight confines of the tunnels and the unfamiliarity of the terrain had impeded her initially, but she was getting the hang of it much faster than they were catching on to her.
The priest and the scout ducked down a side passage and Mikiva positioned herself just out of sight, near the mouth of the tunnel.
“Now, do you want to explain what is going on?” D’arryd snarled.
“What do you think? I did what you asked, and it all went to shit,” the priest snapped.
“How so?”
“I gave her the mixture, but it didn’t work like it does for the priests. Normally, they just enter a quiet trance state. Even the large dose wouldn’t explain…”
“I don’t care, B’ennit.” The scout cut him off. “Whatever happened to her, it was probably just Their judgment. What matters is that it’s over, now.”
“But it isn’t, D’arryd! You aren’t listening. She’s not… She escaped into the tunnels.”
“What!? Why didn’t you stop her?”
“I tried! How do you think I ended up like this?” he gestured to his face.

November 26, 2025 at 11:27 AM

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Alyssa Lauseng 🐉🩸🔪

@5feetofredfury.bsky.social

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #writingprompt

Duels of Blood (Daisuke impedes traffic and Obito’s ability to think)

“You did promise to behave.”
“Admittedly, a huge mistake on my part. Sojiro’s probably loads of fun to mess with.”
Obito rolled his eyes. When he didn’t answer, Daisuke whirled around with a flap of his damp cloak, eyes bright and grin full of mischief as he kept walking backwards. A few people complained at his obliviousness, but ultimately went around him without directly confronting him—typical for Kinumura’s locals.
“Fine,” he told Obito, batting his eyelashes. “I’ll only bully you while we’re here.”
Obito grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around once more, ignoring his indignant yelp and how warm his own face became at the little pest’s teasing. “Stop that. We have work to do.”

November 26, 2025 at 12:09 PM

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Amanda Turek💎HorsebackWriter

@acturek.bsky.social

#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #impede -> hinder

Drisal must follow his Imperative. Shalhra, no ordinary horse, feels that urgency too.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.

Drisal felt his face shriveling. The frigid
airstream numbed his head. Night ran past without a stop; dawn was colder. The heat of his life trailed
away behind him. But Shalhra, his faithful bolt of argent fire, reckoned neither cold nor miles.

Rethen! Drisal cried, over and again. He could
slow time. He could! He laughed, feeling Shahra's power flowing up through his thighs, denying his own exhaustion. Not steepness of mountain, sharpness of hail nor thickness of forest would HINDER his frantic chase. His love could not be scorned.

Strange cries and drumbeats impinged from all directions. Trees flowed past like skeletal ghosts. He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached. He had ridden straight across the plain through the night, avoiding the Amarnénd, and figured he'd entered the forest near the Kigal foothills. Which meant Kudrum.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

November 26, 2025 at 12:28 PM

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Ange

@gunsmile.bsky.social

impede → block

I posted a later part of this scene once already, but...

In Chapter 2 of my space opera romantasy, THE CRUCIBLE OF THE BROKEN MOON, Daemrin confronts a minor antagonist in the form of Senan Wellay. Unfortunately, this will not be Wellay's last appearance. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

Waiting in front of these doors was a middle-aged man with a jutting paunch, smug smile, and a thin combover. He wore an official-looking jacket, bright red with a white sash pinned from shoulder to hip. As the group neared, he raised his hand, bringing them to a halt.

“Welcome to the Golden Palace,” he said to the Katorgans in a high voice that grated on Daemrin’s ears. He spoke Imperial slowly, over-enunciating his words. “I’m Senan Wellay, Minister of Foreign Affairs. As you are foreign, I’m happy to assist in your… business transaction with the king.”

“Where is he?” Daemrin asked.

Wellay’s smile grew tight. “Just inside the Great Hall here. He’s in the middle of holding court, and we shouldn’t interrupt him.”

“Sounds like the perfect time to interrupt him, actually.” Daemrin moved to shove past, but the guards flanking Wellay crossed their pikes in front of him, blocking Daemrin’s path.

“I’m afraid you’re not permitted inside,” said the minister from behind the barrier. “Hand over Gillain to me, and I’ll wire your money to your account of choice.”

Daemrin turned his head so the full visage of his helmet’s front bore down upon the smaller man. “I don’t think so. We went through this same bullshit back at the spaceport and I’m not about to go over it again. Let us through.”

November 26, 2025 at 1:00 PM

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Samantha Breaux

@woodenvelt.bsky.social

impede = block

From book 2 of my romantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Wrencer

“Good morning to you, erm…” The priest hesitated in mid bow, searching for the proper term of address.

“Sacerem,” Wren whispered on his left.

“Sacerem Letitia,” Spencer finished, straightening to meet the shade’s fiery gaze. She inclined her head ever so slightly at the honorific. A soft grating sound rumbled behind them as the door leading outside opened. The Fain priests turned and walked in their stiff, jerking gait towards the door. They didn’t look back or slow down. Clearly they assumed their guests would follow.

“Not much of a greeting,” Bruce muttered behind the Fains’ backs, slightly offended.

“Well, we barely understand anything they say. Maybe they didn’t think a conversation was worth the effort,” Spencer offered in an attempt to be fair to their hosts.

The quartet shuffled out onto the landing and were greeted by a wall of warm, moist air and the bright glare of unfiltered sunshine. Spencer winced and threw up an arm to block the offending light. The memory of his dream, strolling through the night time streets of Urbe Mortuos where people conducted their business at a more reasonable hour, called alluringly to the priest.

“Here,” Wren’s voice prompted Spencer to lower his arm and squint in her general direction. She was holding out his hat.

“Thank you,” he took the offered headgear and tugged it down over his crown to cover the foolish grin that smeared itself across his face.

November 26, 2025 at 1:03 PM

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Jimothy the Vampire

@jimthevampire.bsky.social

Going vibes again. It's a "get out of the way" day. Poor Ben.

#WIPSnips
#WritingPrompts
#WritingCommunity
#WriteSky
#SciFiWriters
#sff

November 26, 2025 at 8:35 AM

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Sage like the Pumpkin Spice

@sagecollins.bsky.social

It’s all “impede” vibes when Dorothy stops Lilia from moving so the Council can reveal Nico as a skeleton without her interference & get the witch community to turn against their father for necromancy

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity
From The Magic in Our Bones 🦴⛓️

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"No," I shout and run after them. I reach for his hand, but miss it. "Nico. No, don't you
guys dare--"

We're almost to the end of the aisle when our fingertips touch, but I slam into a barrier, my body suddenly unwilling to move forward. Eve pulls him up in front of the table and turns him to face the audience. Nico just lets her.

I fight with everything I have to move, to do anything at all, but my body is locked into position. I can't even move a pinkie from my hand outstretched before me. I glare at Dorothy. "This is what you did to my dad, huh? Just lock him in his body so he can't move. Hasn't he suffered enough, then? And, now, what? The Council's purpose is to humiliate a teenage boy in front of everyone? Is that what you guys do? Just make everyone's life hell?"

"Hush, dear," Dorothy says, and my mouth is bound as tightly as the rest of my body, even if those bindings are invisible. I redouble my glare, or at least I hope my facial features show exactly how I'm feeling inside. They're probably botox-stiff too, but I think my vilest thoughts at her, anyway.

"The Clearborne family has made a sympathetic plea. Nicholas was 'saving' his son. Wouldn't you all do the same? Lilia claims we wish to humiliate him. Rose believes she was making his life easier to manage. But here's the truth."

She waves her hand and exposes Nico, my brother, who wouldn't hurt a bug, even if it was endangering a tomato he was growing, as the living skeleton he is, as if showing the torch-wielding mob that the monster has been in their midst the whole time.

Meanwhile, I'm seething, mentally screaming at them that I will become the monster they fear and slaughter them in their sleep.

It's probably to my benefit that Dorothy shut me up, to be honest.

November 26, 2025 at 9:01 AM

Prof Emily

@professoremily.bsky.social

#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Fun fact: in the original Wizard of Oz, the Emerald City wasn't actually emerald. The Wizard just made everyone wear green spectacles so it looked like it 😎

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.

Some of the comments, however, had been written by my mother.
My heart did a little dance the first time I recognized her loose, looping cursive. I’d had no idea that I would find her own words here in these pages. It was almost like being able to hear her voice again after all these years.
Her comments were different from the ones left by the Librarians. She was always trying to draw the story back to our world—looking for a meaning beyond simple definitions.
“The people are unable to see their true reality. Is it the same for us?”
She had tried to tell me years ago. We were all wearing green spectacles. We were all looking through lenses that limited our view, blocked out all other colors, all other possibilities.
There could be different ways. There could be other worlds.
Had my mother finally made it to her own Oz?
Why hadn’t she taken me with her?

November 26, 2025 at 1:51 PM

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Sage T. Greene, Author

@sagetgreene.bsky.social

Long story short: due to a Series of Events, I have a coat pocket full of loose cat teeth.

November 25, 2025 at 9:25 PM

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Alyssa Lauseng 🐉🩸🔪

@5feetofredfury.bsky.social

Daisuke likes the convenience of being in a city, but he also enjoys spending time outside. Obito likes city life, too, but he's not as much of a fan of the outdoors as Daisuke is 😅

They travel a lot between books 2 and 4, though, so neither complains much unless it's too hot (above 65F)

Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 22h

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

How does your character feel about nature?

Do they like the outdoors? Have good survival skills?

Or do they prefer the comforts and amenities of a city?

Some combination of both?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

November 26, 2025 at 12:26 AM

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🖼️ Samuelo da Vimci 🖌️

@reaper-man.bsky.social

Brand new sketch! 😁 My friends and I were joking about what animals we'd be if we had the choice, and it resulted in this. Presenting...

Almost Home.

A picture of some woodland animals sitting on a wall, looking at a forest. From left to right, a crow laughing with a deer, an owl leaning on a beaver, then a rabbit and a fox. Done in pencil, with the contrast, clarity, and brightness slightly raised because I'm terrible at taking proper photos. 😅

November 25, 2025 at 7:40 PM

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Kayleigh Diaz

@kleighdiaz.bsky.social

The thing I love most about writing is when you don't know what's going to come out of your fingertips next, or exactly where you're going, and you write a line that's *close,* but not quite there.

And then the inspiration hits, and you make a small adjustment, and it's just 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

November 25, 2025 at 6:30 PM

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MuZe

@muzetrigger.bsky.social

#NovemberWorldbuilders

Not sure if this counts as spoilers but Abelha and Gale’s falling out ripple effects into ruining Anni and Ashe’s child and young adulthoods

That’s right, these sapphics had such a messy break up it cascaded into millennium-long consequences

Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 2d

#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

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November 25, 2025 at 6:32 PM

Prof Emily

@professoremily.bsky.social

Oh look at this handsome little cephalopod!

I don't know how he got to New Zealand so fast, but I sure would love to chill with him on this beach. Especially if there's a book adventure going on!
#writesky #writingcommunity #writing

Hook & Quill Press @hookandquillpress.com · 1d

What the - Quillbert was just in Pennsylvania, USA. How did he end up on this gorgeous New Zealand beach?!
When we asked, he said he's heard there's some hints about his book-adventure here. Or maybe someone who's making books?

#writesky #writingcommunity #writing

A yellow plush octopus sits on a wooden railing in front of a beautiful ocean-side beach.

November 25, 2025 at 6:47 PM

Prof Emily

@professoremily.bsky.social

#NovemberWorldbuilders 23

The Eastern Queen Udhet lived about 250 years before my main #Atlantis story. King Utepec is her great-nephew.

She famously broke Atalantis's long streak of isolationism & started colonizing lands in Africa & Europe. Some remember her as a villain & some as a hero.

Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 3d

We're talking about our fictional world's history this week, #NovemberWorldbuilders. Tell me about a ruler or leader who made an impact in your world. How are they remembered by those living in the future?

#NovemberWorldbuilders prompt card

Hosted by Kira of the Wind
Week 4: HISTORY
23. Long-dead rulers/leaders

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November 25, 2025 at 6:43 PM

Prof Emily

@professoremily.bsky.social

#NovemberWorldbuilders 24

Small spoiler for #Atlantis Book 1, but my Shadow Mommy Icozoue, Mireia & Kena's grouchy mentor, is the granddaughter of the previous Sun Father & Sea Mother.

Yes, this IS weird for her at first. Also yes, Mimi & Kena DO joke about technically being her grandparents 😂

Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 2d

#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?

November 25, 2025 at 6:26 PM

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