Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈
@lucyashwood.bsky.social
Writer of erotica and dark fiction. Queer and living my best polyamorous life. Read my fiction for free at: https://ko-fi.com/lucyashwood
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We lay on the cool grass, blowing on the wishing flowers, the little weeds with the ball of white fluff on the ends. Blowing all of the fluff away with one breath was supposed to grant a wish. I think there were more wishes than flowers that summer, and no one had enough breath. #wildwalkprompt
December 3, 2025 at 5:47 AM
We lay on the cool grass, blowing on the wishing flowers, the little weeds with the ball of white fluff on the ends. Blowing all of the fluff away with one breath was supposed to grant a wish. I think there were more wishes than flowers that summer, and no one had enough breath. #wildwalkprompt
The old graveyard was ripe for legend tripping; it was one of the oldest in the country. Perched on top of a hill, the craggy headstones and gnarled trees loomed over the town. There were two ways in: the crumbling stone stairs, which legend claimed were one hundred, and a cobblestone road. #whistpr
December 3, 2025 at 5:44 AM
The old graveyard was ripe for legend tripping; it was one of the oldest in the country. Perched on top of a hill, the craggy headstones and gnarled trees loomed over the town. There were two ways in: the crumbling stone stairs, which legend claimed were one hundred, and a cobblestone road. #whistpr
Thanks @loscon.bsky.social for another interesting year.
I keep hoping for the types of panels/ participants from the pre-Covid years, but that energy seems gone.
I'm not sure if I'll keep coming back. You keep going in a direction that's not for me, but it's been an experience. #SFF #Conventions
I keep hoping for the types of panels/ participants from the pre-Covid years, but that energy seems gone.
I'm not sure if I'll keep coming back. You keep going in a direction that's not for me, but it's been an experience. #SFF #Conventions
November 30, 2025 at 11:35 PM
Thanks @loscon.bsky.social for another interesting year.
I keep hoping for the types of panels/ participants from the pre-Covid years, but that energy seems gone.
I'm not sure if I'll keep coming back. You keep going in a direction that's not for me, but it's been an experience. #SFF #Conventions
I keep hoping for the types of panels/ participants from the pre-Covid years, but that energy seems gone.
I'm not sure if I'll keep coming back. You keep going in a direction that's not for me, but it's been an experience. #SFF #Conventions
The others begin to dance. The flickering lights illuminate them. The dancers fumble about with distorted features, like glowering gargoyles. She turns away when the light hits their faces. And she felt sick from the blood clinging to her throat and swallowing the murky darkness. #Whistpr
November 30, 2025 at 12:29 AM
The others begin to dance. The flickering lights illuminate them. The dancers fumble about with distorted features, like glowering gargoyles. She turns away when the light hits their faces. And she felt sick from the blood clinging to her throat and swallowing the murky darkness. #Whistpr
She pretended she did not see the Violangs, with their shiny black wings.
When they landed on her she causally brushed them away, like insects. Even when they bit her hands with their pointed teeth, she ignored them. #WildWalkPrompt
When they landed on her she causally brushed them away, like insects. Even when they bit her hands with their pointed teeth, she ignored them. #WildWalkPrompt
November 30, 2025 at 12:22 AM
She pretended she did not see the Violangs, with their shiny black wings.
When they landed on her she causally brushed them away, like insects. Even when they bit her hands with their pointed teeth, she ignored them. #WildWalkPrompt
When they landed on her she causally brushed them away, like insects. Even when they bit her hands with their pointed teeth, she ignored them. #WildWalkPrompt
This left me without a photographer.
I’d been using a college student. She was good, but she wasn’t dedicated. She took my jobs to pay her way through law school, not out of a passion for weddings. But it wasn’t like Hero had been in it for the weddings; she had loved photography. #WIPSnips
I’d been using a college student. She was good, but she wasn’t dedicated. She took my jobs to pay her way through law school, not out of a passion for weddings. But it wasn’t like Hero had been in it for the weddings; she had loved photography. #WIPSnips
November 30, 2025 at 12:20 AM
This left me without a photographer.
I’d been using a college student. She was good, but she wasn’t dedicated. She took my jobs to pay her way through law school, not out of a passion for weddings. But it wasn’t like Hero had been in it for the weddings; she had loved photography. #WIPSnips
I’d been using a college student. She was good, but she wasn’t dedicated. She took my jobs to pay her way through law school, not out of a passion for weddings. But it wasn’t like Hero had been in it for the weddings; she had loved photography. #WIPSnips
She took the opportunity to refill her wine glass and poured a healthy glass for him when he offered his empty glass. “Thanks for the rescue,” she said and took a sip of the wine, and watched him do the same. From the living room, the bad Latin continued. “I’m Julia,” she said. #Vss365
November 29, 2025 at 1:25 AM
She took the opportunity to refill her wine glass and poured a healthy glass for him when he offered his empty glass. “Thanks for the rescue,” she said and took a sip of the wine, and watched him do the same. From the living room, the bad Latin continued. “I’m Julia,” she said. #Vss365
The drug burned down her throat and hit her empty stomach, causing it to clench, wanting to reject the vile concoction. She sucked in a breath. She felt the mantle placed over her shoulders. As the elaborately feathered headdress was placed on her head, the world began to fade. #InkMine
November 25, 2025 at 4:34 AM
The drug burned down her throat and hit her empty stomach, causing it to clench, wanting to reject the vile concoction. She sucked in a breath. She felt the mantle placed over her shoulders. As the elaborately feathered headdress was placed on her head, the world began to fade. #InkMine
The evening sun filters through the curtains, casting a deep gloom over the apartment. Jack presses the play button on the machine. The message is filled with static. He frowns and turns up the volume replaying the message. He can make out music in the background, and over that a voice. #Penstricken
November 25, 2025 at 4:31 AM
The evening sun filters through the curtains, casting a deep gloom over the apartment. Jack presses the play button on the machine. The message is filled with static. He frowns and turns up the volume replaying the message. He can make out music in the background, and over that a voice. #Penstricken
Someone else was awake and could fill the gaps in her memory – but the mirror had lost the shadow. Did she want the ship to fully wake?
Staring at the command, Echo shook her head. She would wait. She would find the shadow on her own and learn if it was a friend or a fiend. #RetroArtPrompt #SFF
Staring at the command, Echo shook her head. She would wait. She would find the shadow on her own and learn if it was a friend or a fiend. #RetroArtPrompt #SFF
November 25, 2025 at 4:27 AM
Someone else was awake and could fill the gaps in her memory – but the mirror had lost the shadow. Did she want the ship to fully wake?
Staring at the command, Echo shook her head. She would wait. She would find the shadow on her own and learn if it was a friend or a fiend. #RetroArtPrompt #SFF
Staring at the command, Echo shook her head. She would wait. She would find the shadow on her own and learn if it was a friend or a fiend. #RetroArtPrompt #SFF
“The locals here didn’t tell Cal all their lizardmen stories so she could blab them in the pages of pulp magazines. They told her because she respects the stories and the people.” Helen poked at the embers of the fire, “They knew that if they asked, she’d keep them to herself.” #Vss365
November 25, 2025 at 4:22 AM
“The locals here didn’t tell Cal all their lizardmen stories so she could blab them in the pages of pulp magazines. They told her because she respects the stories and the people.” Helen poked at the embers of the fire, “They knew that if they asked, she’d keep them to herself.” #Vss365
There should have been fog or mist, but there was only the cool night air, clear skies, and the shadow of a hound. Diana’s lithe hound, no longer a gamboling companion, but a sleek hunter, only a shadow on the overgrown lawns as she moves deeper into the trees of Shakespeare’s garden. #VssFantasy
November 25, 2025 at 4:19 AM
There should have been fog or mist, but there was only the cool night air, clear skies, and the shadow of a hound. Diana’s lithe hound, no longer a gamboling companion, but a sleek hunter, only a shadow on the overgrown lawns as she moves deeper into the trees of Shakespeare’s garden. #VssFantasy
The lights came back on, and I dashed for my room. I was already planning to message my clients to let them know that I needed a night off. I had to get out of the dungeon without looking completely unprofessional because I couldn’t deal with the ghost in the dungeon. #Whistpr
November 25, 2025 at 4:16 AM
The lights came back on, and I dashed for my room. I was already planning to message my clients to let them know that I needed a night off. I had to get out of the dungeon without looking completely unprofessional because I couldn’t deal with the ghost in the dungeon. #Whistpr
The club was in full swing when she arrived. She found Will at the bar. He was already a few drinks in and looked happy to see her. “Liz,” he grinned at her, “What kind of fun are you looking for tonight?”
“Something festive,” she grinned back.
#WildWalkPrompt
“Something festive,” she grinned back.
#WildWalkPrompt
November 25, 2025 at 4:10 AM
The club was in full swing when she arrived. She found Will at the bar. He was already a few drinks in and looked happy to see her. “Liz,” he grinned at her, “What kind of fun are you looking for tonight?”
“Something festive,” she grinned back.
#WildWalkPrompt
“Something festive,” she grinned back.
#WildWalkPrompt
In the flicker of the candle, she was free, and the beast stood before her, and it had become a man–or partially so.
She recognized him. The man in black, the man at the crossroads. The man, who was no man at all.
The discordant music-filled whatever space the carousel had taken her to #Whistpr
She recognized him. The man in black, the man at the crossroads. The man, who was no man at all.
The discordant music-filled whatever space the carousel had taken her to #Whistpr
November 22, 2025 at 4:48 AM
In the flicker of the candle, she was free, and the beast stood before her, and it had become a man–or partially so.
She recognized him. The man in black, the man at the crossroads. The man, who was no man at all.
The discordant music-filled whatever space the carousel had taken her to #Whistpr
She recognized him. The man in black, the man at the crossroads. The man, who was no man at all.
The discordant music-filled whatever space the carousel had taken her to #Whistpr
When the torch was touched to the kindling, she bit her lip. The flames rose quickly, silhouetting the effigy.
For a moment, Althea once again heard the rustle of braided wheat and felt the scratch of his straw hands. The others began cheering as the flames devoured John Barleycorn. #WildWalkPrompt
For a moment, Althea once again heard the rustle of braided wheat and felt the scratch of his straw hands. The others began cheering as the flames devoured John Barleycorn. #WildWalkPrompt
November 22, 2025 at 4:44 AM
When the torch was touched to the kindling, she bit her lip. The flames rose quickly, silhouetting the effigy.
For a moment, Althea once again heard the rustle of braided wheat and felt the scratch of his straw hands. The others began cheering as the flames devoured John Barleycorn. #WildWalkPrompt
For a moment, Althea once again heard the rustle of braided wheat and felt the scratch of his straw hands. The others began cheering as the flames devoured John Barleycorn. #WildWalkPrompt
In her mind’s eye, Eve couldn't help but see the pattern of medieval European labyrinths with the change in directions. It made her wonder if she’d been wrong about this investigation; was this a strange holdover of Christian practices? Maybe there was a cult at work, just not a pagan one? #WIPSnips
November 22, 2025 at 4:40 AM
In her mind’s eye, Eve couldn't help but see the pattern of medieval European labyrinths with the change in directions. It made her wonder if she’d been wrong about this investigation; was this a strange holdover of Christian practices? Maybe there was a cult at work, just not a pagan one? #WIPSnips
She stepped out from underneath the blue-painted roof of the porch, and the rain drenched her. She cocked her head, hearing screams on the wind. She peered back into the house, wondering if she had left the radio on. #BlueSkyRelay
November 22, 2025 at 4:30 AM
She stepped out from underneath the blue-painted roof of the porch, and the rain drenched her. She cocked her head, hearing screams on the wind. She peered back into the house, wondering if she had left the radio on. #BlueSkyRelay
Eve nodded for him to continue. She’d heard the stories of the blighted crops, but it wasn’t the blight that interested her; it was the seven-year rule. Seven years, and the number seven was everywhere in magic and the high strange. #VssMagic
November 14, 2025 at 3:16 AM
Eve nodded for him to continue. She’d heard the stories of the blighted crops, but it wasn’t the blight that interested her; it was the seven-year rule. Seven years, and the number seven was everywhere in magic and the high strange. #VssMagic
When the sun is beaming, tearing through the periwinkle sky, it’s hard to remember the other world. There are a few traces that it even exists. The grass of the parks is not the velvet gray carpet I know, and the pines are stunted and oozing sap, not the twisting towers that I knew. #WildWalkPrompt
November 14, 2025 at 3:13 AM
When the sun is beaming, tearing through the periwinkle sky, it’s hard to remember the other world. There are a few traces that it even exists. The grass of the parks is not the velvet gray carpet I know, and the pines are stunted and oozing sap, not the twisting towers that I knew. #WildWalkPrompt
I stand and stretch, and head back to my bedroom to change. I still had a storeroom to clear out, and no matter how interesting the plans were, I needed the stipend, and not to build the fabled phone. I could think about what to do with the plans later.
#WIPSnips
#WIPSnips
November 14, 2025 at 3:09 AM
I stand and stretch, and head back to my bedroom to change. I still had a storeroom to clear out, and no matter how interesting the plans were, I needed the stipend, and not to build the fabled phone. I could think about what to do with the plans later.
#WIPSnips
#WIPSnips
When they reached the crevasse, it was raining in earnest. Cali went first, clambering into the rock fissure. She’d taken Helen’s backpack, both of them wanting to get the camera out of the rain as quickly as possible. She called down to Helen and Dot to come up into the cave. #WildWalkPrompt
November 2, 2025 at 12:29 AM
When they reached the crevasse, it was raining in earnest. Cali went first, clambering into the rock fissure. She’d taken Helen’s backpack, both of them wanting to get the camera out of the rain as quickly as possible. She called down to Helen and Dot to come up into the cave. #WildWalkPrompt
Most of it was what she’d come to expect from European medieval magic. While the book was compiled before her ancestor, it was exactly the type of text he would have used. But the more Kit studied, the more she believed that something was missing #WIPSnips
November 1, 2025 at 11:59 PM
Most of it was what she’d come to expect from European medieval magic. While the book was compiled before her ancestor, it was exactly the type of text he would have used. But the more Kit studied, the more she believed that something was missing #WIPSnips
“Oh god.” She whispered. “Did that happen? Or am I making it all up?”
Casey glared at the page. This doesn’t accomplish anything. She flipped the book shut and slid the pen into the spiral binding. The scar on her abdomen still burned with the memory. #WSS366
Casey glared at the page. This doesn’t accomplish anything. She flipped the book shut and slid the pen into the spiral binding. The scar on her abdomen still burned with the memory. #WSS366
November 1, 2025 at 11:49 PM
“Oh god.” She whispered. “Did that happen? Or am I making it all up?”
Casey glared at the page. This doesn’t accomplish anything. She flipped the book shut and slid the pen into the spiral binding. The scar on her abdomen still burned with the memory. #WSS366
Casey glared at the page. This doesn’t accomplish anything. She flipped the book shut and slid the pen into the spiral binding. The scar on her abdomen still burned with the memory. #WSS366
My legs were too weak for me to rise. I turned my head and watched him stare at me a moment, his inky eyes unreadable. He collected the ghost phone, setting it back on the coffee table. I suddenly understood what he was doing, “don’t.” I started, but he hung up the phone and was gone. #BlueSkyRelay
October 28, 2025 at 4:51 AM
My legs were too weak for me to rise. I turned my head and watched him stare at me a moment, his inky eyes unreadable. He collected the ghost phone, setting it back on the coffee table. I suddenly understood what he was doing, “don’t.” I started, but he hung up the phone and was gone. #BlueSkyRelay