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Fields of Mistria ✨ Out Now in Early Access @fieldsofmistria.bsky.social · 20h

✨Fields of Mistria's latest roadmap is here!
Update 4: The Mines Update arrives in early 2026, featuring the conclusion of the Mines Storyline and a secret bachelorette! Plus a glimpse at what’s planned for 1.0. 💙
🔗 Read more: www.fieldsofmistria.com/post/fields-...

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Beautiful Bizarre Magazine @beautifulbizarre.net · 5h

"SIren" by @bettyjiang.bsky.social is truly a masterpiece. The blend of mysticism and lightness is utterly mesmerizing.

#beautifulbizarre #contemporaryart #surrealart #owls #artcollectors #artmagazine #artinspo #art

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Khonri 🎃👻 @khonri.com · 1h

Shuzo always shows up when he's needed. 🥹

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The Traveler | Galaxy Pixels @ekvitki.bsky.social · 11h

Not doing great fam!

#pixelart

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bene and the gesserits @doomcountry.bsky.social · 14h

extending my hands out bluesky. please give me political fantasy book recommendations. queer is a bonus but not a requirement

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PapaDjinn is querying @papadjinn.bsky.social · 13h

I believe that Tok's hunger for the truth is what makes him loveable. Beyond just being empathetic or honest, he diligently observes the world around him. As the story progresses, it becomes more clear that he is looking to forge a stable path for his loved ones.

Charlie Delta (has been a ghost this whole time! 👻) @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 15h

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

What is your character's most endearing/compelling trait?

What is something about them that you think will make a reader invested in them and their story?

Is it also the thing you like best about them?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Khonri 🎃👻 @khonri.com · 13h

The strongest bonds! 🥰

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Khonri 🎃👻 @khonri.com · 13h

🫂 I hope The Dairy returns to you soon.

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Prof Emily but Spoopier Now @professoremily.bsky.social · 13h

I think Mireia's most endearing trait is that she's bold & insistent on living her life the way *she* wants to. She can be a goof & def has her vulnerabilities, but she's not shy or cowed by power.

Kena is kind & earnestly trying to be a good person, but also a sarcastic smartass, which is fun 😁

Charlie Delta (has been a ghost this whole time! 👻) @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 15h

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

What is your character's most endearing/compelling trait?

What is something about them that you think will make a reader invested in them and their story?

Is it also the thing you like best about them?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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Walker Harris @walkerharris.net · 19h

Pyntal is not pleased about having had to move back to #Felcrown, the megadungeon that became a city. She'll learn to love it, tho - especially a certain friend she meets. 🥰

#WIPSnips

Screenshot of a work-in-progress manuscript with the word 'dungeon' highlighted.

Stepping out into the hallway where her parents waited, she was reminded that a dress wasn’t the only thing keeping her from running. Running anywhere just to feel the wind in her face. Running away. Back to her real home.
“Ugh, there’s even more of them sleeping in the hallway,” she whispered. A family of dragonborn had set up a make shift tent next to a similar one that housed three duergar dwarves. The dragonborn parents and their two small children were playing a dice game of some sort. They seemed happy, but Pyntal had no idea why.
Not only was this massive dungeon of caverns and carved tunnels ridiculously calling itself a ‘city’, but it was a poorly run one at that. Cities didn’t have one room she had to share with her mothers and communal washrooms and cafeterias she shared with hundreds of others. Cities didn’t have families living in hallways.
Cities had streets. Cities had buildings and trees… and sky! There was nothing but stone here, and no area open enough for even a jog.

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Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 21h

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

From the time Baron Aleton stopped by just to make sure everyone was properly celebrating the birth of the newborn princess... and to tell Shallot that there would be an execution in the summer.

Shallot performed a short, perfunctory bow. It wasn’t strictly necessary for her to salute a low-ranked noble, but she didn’t want to make her situation any worse than it already was.
“Everything is fine here, Your Lordship. We’re all so happy about the birth of our new princess.” Shallot hoped her voice didn’t sound too sarcastic.
“Very good. Yes, may Her Brilliance live long and well. Mm, not like those scoundrels in the dungeon. Anyway, I came here to let you know we are planning an execution this summer. I’ll send messengers tomorrow to spread the news. Would you care to host the final meal for the condemned?”
“It would be an honor, Your Lordship.”
“Mm, perfect, that’s that squared away. And, ah, expect plenty of guests at your inn.” Lord Velderash scratched at his beard.
“I shall prepare accordingly.”

Shallot from the Good Thyme Inn books. She is a tall, buff nonhuman woman with purple fur and extraordinarily long arms. She is dressed in a white shirt, black pants, and with suspenders and bow tie. She is carrying her ledger book

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Gree_ @greethewriter.bsky.social · 18h

Greetings! For I am your conductor.

I am Gree, writer of body, psychological, and religious horror for the Bloodied Rose: Verses of Midnight setting, hailing from the Czech Republic!

As for my own visage, it is evident on my own profile picture 😈

#HorrorWritersChat

Art of Roberto Ferras, featuring a hooded wraith with a human-shaped skull. Smaller, spectral trails with skull-shaped faces flow around it. It has a ball and chain on one wrist, and a short sword on the other. Behind it is a suitably Gothic, spooky architecture, coloured in red at the bottom, and baleful green at the top.

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Khonri 🎃👻 @khonri.com · 19h

The swiss cheese brain is especially bad today. I think there is more air than cheese at this point.

When does it end, really?

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Khonri 🎃👻 @khonri.com · 20h

lying like this should get someone [verb phrase censored in advance due to community guidelines]

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PapaDjinn is querying @papadjinn.bsky.social · 22h

I love writing from Tok's perspective, it makes it easy to drop lore naturally~
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy

“You shuffa up wit one of I brodas in a time of tragedy strange steppa”, Nazhe began
addressing Tokonus now. “Before it all, I am Nazhe, Septu of da Quxion and dis great city of Sakydra. Around ‘ere are me shimmers and Zepta of Sakydra, who are you steppa to address I family?”

Although not all clear, Tokonus was stunned at what he did learn from Nazhe short introduction. To call the other eight members his shimmer, were the Zepta all his mates? If Septu meant that Nazhe was the leader of the people, did that mean that the Zepta were his harem or were they something more? Then there was his speech, Nazhe did not speak exactly as the other Zhaly and even the Ghuly did. There was a strange mix to his accent that stood out to the Lukshen.

“Septu Nazhe, I am known as Tokonus and I have traveled with the broda Aesus as a leader of my own people. In good faith, I ask that you address me as Tok for that is the name that those closest to me name me.”

“But why dis man come, me Nazhe”, Jniaja spat with a click of her tongue and a wave of her hand.

“A rightly thing to ask, you know”, one of the furred males agreed. “You don’t think their arrival be a coincidence my Nazhe. They did come together, you know?”

“Dat be da step of it”, the Septu agreed with a nod. “Me Zepta be showing rightly concern on dis. Why him come, Tok, why shuffa ‘ere?”

Aesus, puffy eyed but collected looked over at Tokonus with a mix of concern and uncertainty. It appeared that the Zhaly wished to jump in, and indeed his mouth opened as if to speak, yet no words tumbled out.

“I am the one who found your broda locked away in a dungeon”, Tokonus replied noting the sharp clench of the Septu’s fist at the words. “My story is long and complicated, but I assure you I arrive as a friend of the Quxion, not as a rival or enemy-”

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EYArt0430 | Comms Open Oct 22nd @eyart0430.bsky.social · 1d

🐺 It's time for a #werewolfwednesday #artshare! 🐺

I'm giving away two VGen codes!! This will run until Sunday night. Be sure to read the comments for all the rules.

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Isaiah D. Colbert @shineyezehuhh.bsky.social · 1d

Makoto Yukimura was worried that Vinland Saga's farming arc and "I have no enemies" moment was a gamble that readers wouldn't like. I told him about the J. Cole meme from the Kendrick Lamar and Drake rap beef. This is how he reacted.

If “I have no enemies” has become a meme and people remember it, then maybe people will understand what I’m really trying to say through the story, which is that humans are immature, but we can mature. To become mature is to become kind. This is the foundation of what I’m trying to say, but it really has to be much shorter for people to remember. But it does give me hope that people remember these short phrases as memes. Then, one day, it will click in their mind what I was trying to really say in the first place.

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Bookshop.org @bookshop.org · 22h

You made it halfway through the week *and* we still have free shipping? Sounds like the perfect time to treat yourself to a new book and support indie bookstores in the process. 📚

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Charlie Delta (has been a ghost this whole time! 👻) @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 1d

October 8th – dungeon

On choices.

Fox is having a rough morning.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Fox opened her eyes on a small cot, somewhere cool and damp. Stone floor, stone walls, barred window. She sighed internally. Nothing quite like waking up half-dead in a prison cell to start your day off right.
How many times could you wake up in a dungeon without having to rethink your life choices? She decided that the number probably hovered around one, which boded poorly for her. Better not to think too hard about it.
Besides, thinking was somewhat beyond her, at the moment. Her head throbbed. Actually, her entire body throbbed, her head was just the worst offender.
Fox tried to sit up, but couldn’t quite muster the strength to do so, so instead she sank back onto the bed with a groan.
There was a scrape of chair legs on stone and a moment later Av’ry appeared at the bars, a stern-faced guard shadowing his steps.
“You’re finally awake! You really had me worried this time, Fox,” he said.
“I’m not dead, then?” she croaked. “I wasn’t certain.”
“Not quite. Though it was a close thing.”

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Khonri 🎃👻 @khonri.com · 23h

You created a successful monster, you should be proud. 😂

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Valiant 🏳️‍⚧️ | Follow BOOM Goes the Bride on Backerkit! @valwrites.ca · 1d

a rising tide lifts all boats, Aimee. It's just my way of looking out for everyone, because i'm so nice and giving and thoughtful

Aimee Cozza Illustration @aimeecozza.com · 1d

Can you believe this is how I get treated?

I coach on campaign building, I show nothing but KINDNESS, hell I even give my HANDMADE PAPERBACK COVER MOCKUP for her hero image, and THIS is how @valwrites.ca repays me? Not with gratitude, but with SNIPING MY SPOT AS 2ND MOST FOLLOWED PROJECT?

Screenshot from Bluesky from user Valiant, valwrites.ca: Alright team huddle up.
@aimeecozza.com is 19 followers ahead of me. 5X times the following! 2nd book vs 1st. A veteran vs the plucky upstart.

WE MUST DEFEAT HER FOR FUN & GLORY.

If you love lesbians who fight for love & sex & joy then FOLLOW ME TO VICTORY

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Khonri 🎃👻 @khonri.com · 23h

The piss tracker. 😁

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Aowna @aowna.bsky.social · 1d

|| Summer #VGenComm Fullbody #8 ||

Carloman, the Red Wizard himself, for @wizardhill.bsky.social ! 🧙‍♂️

|| #art #commission #digitalart ||

Commissioned fullbody illustration of a wizard. He is an older man, with amber eyes, a long white beard, and a bald head. He's dressed entirely in red, holding a wooden staff with various carvings (scales, eyes, leaves, moons...). The top of the staff looks like a snake with its mouth wide open, holding an orange gem.

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Khonri 🎃👻 @khonri.com · 23h

The piss tracker looping around 69% repeatedly is very amusing on this fine day.

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Samantha Boo-reaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 1d

Wren is hiding in a wardrobe while Spencer's aunt and her best friend change the sheets on his bed.

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

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Wrencer

“There has been a blanket in my mum’s wingback chair on two separate occasions in the last few days,” Sylvia’s words were crisp and confident. “And a stack of books beside it today.”

“And that’s important because?”

“Because Spencer never sits in Mum’s chair. He’s too tall for it.”

Wren felt oddly conflicted. On one hand, Sylvia’s suspicious nature endeared her to Wren as a kindred spirit. On the other, she couldn’t exactly spring out of the wardrobe and congratulate the woman on her powers of deduction.

“Sylvia.” A sigh as deep as Saltbeard’s dungeons rattled out of Mrs. Privens. “I have known you since we were both running around with dirt on our knees and pigtails in our hair.”

“Your point being, Etta?”

“No point,” Mrs. Privens insisted. “I just want you to remember all those years between us before I say my piece and you get your back up.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Having never seen Spencer’s aunt, Wren couldn’t judge whether they looked anything alike, but there was undoubtedly a strong resemblance in the way Sylvia’s voice turned frosty and stiff.

“I’ll spell it out plain, then. Ever since you retired, you’ve had your nose so far into Spencer’s business the boy can’t break wind for fear you’ll pass out.”

A surprised chuckle caught behind Wren’s teeth, only held in check by years of practice and the hand she clamped over her mouth. Mrs. Privens had more brass under her starched skirts than Wren had given her credit for. She suddenly didn’t care that her leg was starting to fall asleep or that a stray belt buckle was digging uncomfortably into her back. This was a better show than the Quintisday Follies on opening night.

“Etta May Privens, I never…”

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