Katherine Traverse
@kattra.bsky.social
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Failed hermit | Attention whore
Optimistic pessimist | Beautiful hypocrite
writer of microfiction and poetry
Failed hermit | Attention whore
Optimistic pessimist | Beautiful hypocrite
writer of microfiction and poetry
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When #science failed him, he turned to magic—followed the trail of it Under the Hill. He stayed among the fae for one year and a day, emerging to find the mortal world moved on. The land desolate, the sky ravaged—his kin long dead, and humanity living among the stars.
#vss365
#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 6:51 AM
the northern lights dance
breath misting, sipping my flask
i flirt with the moon
#DailyHaikuPrompt #flirt #whistpr #sip
breath misting, sipping my flask
i flirt with the moon
#DailyHaikuPrompt #flirt #whistpr #sip
November 15, 2025 at 6:43 AM
the northern lights dance
breath misting, sipping my flask
i flirt with the moon
#DailyHaikuPrompt #flirt #whistpr #sip
breath misting, sipping my flask
i flirt with the moon
#DailyHaikuPrompt #flirt #whistpr #sip
dreaming of spring:
white feathers against fresh snow
the crane disappears
art by Josiah @completethehaiga.bsky.social
#CompleteTheHaiga 124 #haiga #haiku
white feathers against fresh snow
the crane disappears
art by Josiah @completethehaiga.bsky.social
#CompleteTheHaiga 124 #haiga #haiku
November 14, 2025 at 7:01 AM
dreaming of spring:
white feathers against fresh snow
the crane disappears
art by Josiah @completethehaiga.bsky.social
#CompleteTheHaiga 124 #haiga #haiku
white feathers against fresh snow
the crane disappears
art by Josiah @completethehaiga.bsky.social
#CompleteTheHaiga 124 #haiga #haiku
A blinking light flashed into her eyes, which rolled up, #numbers running across the blank space.
“No way—how can Lily be a DroidDoll? Her blood was red—even the newest models still bleed silver.”
“Quinn has a lot of explaining to do,” Mars said, pulling out a knife.
#vss365
“No way—how can Lily be a DroidDoll? Her blood was red—even the newest models still bleed silver.”
“Quinn has a lot of explaining to do,” Mars said, pulling out a knife.
#vss365
November 14, 2025 at 6:06 AM
Whenever her parents argued, she hid in her room, pouring over books of #myth and magic. In the garden she made potions with rainwater, cast spells with twisted bits of grass.
When she disappeared for a day and came back five years older, her grandmother wasn’t surprised.
#vss365
When she disappeared for a day and came back five years older, her grandmother wasn’t surprised.
#vss365
November 14, 2025 at 6:06 AM
little girl growing
conquers every mud puddle
in her brand new clothes
#DailyHaikuPrompt #NewClothes #haiku
conquers every mud puddle
in her brand new clothes
#DailyHaikuPrompt #NewClothes #haiku
November 13, 2025 at 4:58 AM
little girl growing
conquers every mud puddle
in her brand new clothes
#DailyHaikuPrompt #NewClothes #haiku
conquers every mud puddle
in her brand new clothes
#DailyHaikuPrompt #NewClothes #haiku
The apprentice #measures out a series of ingredients, pouring with steady hands. The difference between medicine and poison can be a single drop, more or less.
“So, which are you making?” asks her familiar.
“For my dear father?” She smiles grimly. “I’m still deciding.”
#vss365
“So, which are you making?” asks her familiar.
“For my dear father?” She smiles grimly. “I’m still deciding.”
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 7:40 AM
on the longest night
a warm breeze promises
return: of rot, of bloom
#DailyHaikuPrompt #breeze #haiku
a warm breeze promises
return: of rot, of bloom
#DailyHaikuPrompt #breeze #haiku
November 12, 2025 at 5:18 AM
on the longest night
a warm breeze promises
return: of rot, of bloom
#DailyHaikuPrompt #breeze #haiku
a warm breeze promises
return: of rot, of bloom
#DailyHaikuPrompt #breeze #haiku
Idly choosing from the ample supply of #literature, I found an unopened love letter, scrawled with familiar initials.
“How long has the Duke’s son been pursuing you, my Lady?”
“About as long as I have been pursuing his sister,” she replied, eyes barely leaving her book.
#vss365
“How long has the Duke’s son been pursuing you, my Lady?”
“About as long as I have been pursuing his sister,” she replied, eyes barely leaving her book.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Idly choosing from the ample supply of #literature, I found an unopened love letter, scrawled with familiar initials.
“How long has the Duke’s son been pursuing you, my Lady?”
“About as long as I have been pursuing his sister,” she replied, eyes barely leaving her book.
#vss365
“How long has the Duke’s son been pursuing you, my Lady?”
“About as long as I have been pursuing his sister,” she replied, eyes barely leaving her book.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 9:45 PM
November 10, 2025 at 6:07 AM
“The #law is very clear. No weapons allowed in the Holy City. You will now strip down and be processed.”
The party tried not to panic. Several of them had secrets to keep: Zephyr’s wings, Rio’s cat ears, not to mention Severn and Aleyna’s technical status of being undead.
#vss365
The party tried not to panic. Several of them had secrets to keep: Zephyr’s wings, Rio’s cat ears, not to mention Severn and Aleyna’s technical status of being undead.
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 11:09 PM
just one clear day
makes the snow a memory
we shuck off our coats—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #ClearDay #haiku
makes the snow a memory
we shuck off our coats—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #ClearDay #haiku
November 9, 2025 at 8:14 AM
just one clear day
makes the snow a memory
we shuck off our coats—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #ClearDay #haiku
makes the snow a memory
we shuck off our coats—
#DailyHaikuPrompt #ClearDay #haiku
“Katrina. Whose skull is that?”
“Oh. That’s just a #MementoMori. Death motif. Philosophical thing. You know, the whole ‘impermanence of life’ and such—”
“Katrina. That was not my question, and you know it.”
“...”
“Whose sk—Katrina, do not throw that skull at me!”
#FastPrompt 212 (5/5)
“Oh. That’s just a #MementoMori. Death motif. Philosophical thing. You know, the whole ‘impermanence of life’ and such—”
“Katrina. That was not my question, and you know it.”
“...”
“Whose sk—Katrina, do not throw that skull at me!”
#FastPrompt 212 (5/5)
November 9, 2025 at 7:51 AM
“Katrina. Whose skull is that?”
“Oh. That’s just a #MementoMori. Death motif. Philosophical thing. You know, the whole ‘impermanence of life’ and such—”
“Katrina. That was not my question, and you know it.”
“...”
“Whose sk—Katrina, do not throw that skull at me!”
#FastPrompt 212 (5/5)
“Oh. That’s just a #MementoMori. Death motif. Philosophical thing. You know, the whole ‘impermanence of life’ and such—”
“Katrina. That was not my question, and you know it.”
“...”
“Whose sk—Katrina, do not throw that skull at me!”
#FastPrompt 212 (5/5)
He kept his #wings hidden under a heavy cloak, and kept to himself. This worked, until a Beastkin joined the party. She stared at him with green cat-eyes, and whispered, “I know what you are. You smell like the relics my people keep. You smell of angel bones.”
#FastPrompt 212 (4/5)
#FastPrompt 212 (4/5)
November 9, 2025 at 7:51 AM
He kept his #wings hidden under a heavy cloak, and kept to himself. This worked, until a Beastkin joined the party. She stared at him with green cat-eyes, and whispered, “I know what you are. You smell like the relics my people keep. You smell of angel bones.”
#FastPrompt 212 (4/5)
#FastPrompt 212 (4/5)
“We’re on a quest to steal the #Eternal Flame of the gods!”
“Um. Ever heard of Prometheus? Clever chap, gets his liver ripped out on the daily?”
The party's mage pulled him aside. “Our leader's been Charmed by his ex, we’re actually on a quest to find a cure.”
#FastPrompt 212 (3/5)
“Um. Ever heard of Prometheus? Clever chap, gets his liver ripped out on the daily?”
The party's mage pulled him aside. “Our leader's been Charmed by his ex, we’re actually on a quest to find a cure.”
#FastPrompt 212 (3/5)
November 9, 2025 at 7:50 AM
“We’re on a quest to steal the #Eternal Flame of the gods!”
“Um. Ever heard of Prometheus? Clever chap, gets his liver ripped out on the daily?”
The party's mage pulled him aside. “Our leader's been Charmed by his ex, we’re actually on a quest to find a cure.”
#FastPrompt 212 (3/5)
“Um. Ever heard of Prometheus? Clever chap, gets his liver ripped out on the daily?”
The party's mage pulled him aside. “Our leader's been Charmed by his ex, we’re actually on a quest to find a cure.”
#FastPrompt 212 (3/5)
“Tell me what to do, Grandmother. How can I bring her back?”
The old woman laid a hand on her head, kind but unyielding. “No one can bring the dead back, child of #longing. Any who say otherwise is lying. Grieve now, but do not drown in it. Tell me of your love.”
#FastPrompt 212 (2/5)
The old woman laid a hand on her head, kind but unyielding. “No one can bring the dead back, child of #longing. Any who say otherwise is lying. Grieve now, but do not drown in it. Tell me of your love.”
#FastPrompt 212 (2/5)
November 9, 2025 at 7:50 AM
“Tell me what to do, Grandmother. How can I bring her back?”
The old woman laid a hand on her head, kind but unyielding. “No one can bring the dead back, child of #longing. Any who say otherwise is lying. Grieve now, but do not drown in it. Tell me of your love.”
#FastPrompt 212 (2/5)
The old woman laid a hand on her head, kind but unyielding. “No one can bring the dead back, child of #longing. Any who say otherwise is lying. Grieve now, but do not drown in it. Tell me of your love.”
#FastPrompt 212 (2/5)
“There are tales of an ancient sorceress who could counter the forces of Evil. But her name and works have long fallen out of #remembrance.”
“Her name was Hildegarde,” Zephyr snapped, “and I literally have her journals right here. The elves remember everything.”
#FastPrompt 212 (1/5)
“Her name was Hildegarde,” Zephyr snapped, “and I literally have her journals right here. The elves remember everything.”
#FastPrompt 212 (1/5)
November 9, 2025 at 7:50 AM
“There are tales of an ancient sorceress who could counter the forces of Evil. But her name and works have long fallen out of #remembrance.”
“Her name was Hildegarde,” Zephyr snapped, “and I literally have her journals right here. The elves remember everything.”
#FastPrompt 212 (1/5)
“Her name was Hildegarde,” Zephyr snapped, “and I literally have her journals right here. The elves remember everything.”
#FastPrompt 212 (1/5)
There goes Little Red, ever #carefree, with scarlet mouth and hitched-up skirts.
“You’ll have the wolves after you!” call the village gossips.
“That’s what my knife is for,” Little Red laughs, on her way to the woods again. “For soft bellies and teaching manners.”
#FastPrompt 211 (5/5)
“You’ll have the wolves after you!” call the village gossips.
“That’s what my knife is for,” Little Red laughs, on her way to the woods again. “For soft bellies and teaching manners.”
#FastPrompt 211 (5/5)
November 9, 2025 at 4:27 AM
There goes Little Red, ever #carefree, with scarlet mouth and hitched-up skirts.
“You’ll have the wolves after you!” call the village gossips.
“That’s what my knife is for,” Little Red laughs, on her way to the woods again. “For soft bellies and teaching manners.”
#FastPrompt 211 (5/5)
“You’ll have the wolves after you!” call the village gossips.
“That’s what my knife is for,” Little Red laughs, on her way to the woods again. “For soft bellies and teaching manners.”
#FastPrompt 211 (5/5)
“But why did he leave the Capital? He could've been crowned king.”
Xenos stared up at the statue, smiling bitterly. “He saved the world, and lost everything dear to him. I think he was owed a little #peace, far away from the country that sent his friends to die.”
#FastPrompt 211 (4/5)
Xenos stared up at the statue, smiling bitterly. “He saved the world, and lost everything dear to him. I think he was owed a little #peace, far away from the country that sent his friends to die.”
#FastPrompt 211 (4/5)
November 9, 2025 at 4:26 AM
“But why did he leave the Capital? He could've been crowned king.”
Xenos stared up at the statue, smiling bitterly. “He saved the world, and lost everything dear to him. I think he was owed a little #peace, far away from the country that sent his friends to die.”
#FastPrompt 211 (4/5)
Xenos stared up at the statue, smiling bitterly. “He saved the world, and lost everything dear to him. I think he was owed a little #peace, far away from the country that sent his friends to die.”
#FastPrompt 211 (4/5)
“Stay away from the lake,” Evans warned, “the water is #enchanted.”
When Mina voiced her doubt, he showed her the bones.
“Even animals know better than to drink here. You’ll fall asleep and never wake up. They say it was cursed long ago, by a jealous witch.”
#FastPrompt 211 (3/5)
When Mina voiced her doubt, he showed her the bones.
“Even animals know better than to drink here. You’ll fall asleep and never wake up. They say it was cursed long ago, by a jealous witch.”
#FastPrompt 211 (3/5)
November 9, 2025 at 4:26 AM
“Stay away from the lake,” Evans warned, “the water is #enchanted.”
When Mina voiced her doubt, he showed her the bones.
“Even animals know better than to drink here. You’ll fall asleep and never wake up. They say it was cursed long ago, by a jealous witch.”
#FastPrompt 211 (3/5)
When Mina voiced her doubt, he showed her the bones.
“Even animals know better than to drink here. You’ll fall asleep and never wake up. They say it was cursed long ago, by a jealous witch.”
#FastPrompt 211 (3/5)
Minerva woke to the sound of rain, and her #joy blossomed—what better way to spend a damp fall day than inside with a good book?
Alas, on her way to make coffee—a knock at the door, heavy with destiny. An adventurer was out there, seeking a mage to join his party.
#FastPrompt 211 (2/5)
Alas, on her way to make coffee—a knock at the door, heavy with destiny. An adventurer was out there, seeking a mage to join his party.
#FastPrompt 211 (2/5)
November 9, 2025 at 4:26 AM
Minerva woke to the sound of rain, and her #joy blossomed—what better way to spend a damp fall day than inside with a good book?
Alas, on her way to make coffee—a knock at the door, heavy with destiny. An adventurer was out there, seeking a mage to join his party.
#FastPrompt 211 (2/5)
Alas, on her way to make coffee—a knock at the door, heavy with destiny. An adventurer was out there, seeking a mage to join his party.
#FastPrompt 211 (2/5)
Ella paused at the window, watching a young girl #frolic through the wheat, red ribbon in her hair, red poppies in her hand.
“Is that my cousin, out in the field?” she asked her aunt, who looked at her strangely.
“There are no children living around here.”
#FastPrompt 211 (1/5)
“Is that my cousin, out in the field?” she asked her aunt, who looked at her strangely.
“There are no children living around here.”
#FastPrompt 211 (1/5)
November 9, 2025 at 4:26 AM
Ella paused at the window, watching a young girl #frolic through the wheat, red ribbon in her hair, red poppies in her hand.
“Is that my cousin, out in the field?” she asked her aunt, who looked at her strangely.
“There are no children living around here.”
#FastPrompt 211 (1/5)
“Is that my cousin, out in the field?” she asked her aunt, who looked at her strangely.
“There are no children living around here.”
#FastPrompt 211 (1/5)
my lover, gone south
for winter; the north wind sends
his condolences
#DailyHaikuPrompt #NorthWind #haiku
for winter; the north wind sends
his condolences
#DailyHaikuPrompt #NorthWind #haiku
November 9, 2025 at 12:01 AM
my lover, gone south
for winter; the north wind sends
his condolences
#DailyHaikuPrompt #NorthWind #haiku
for winter; the north wind sends
his condolences
#DailyHaikuPrompt #NorthWind #haiku
The assassin was left to rot in a cell, his words incomprehensible. One night, a tattooed woman entered. She pressed her mouth to his, and a vibrating heat passed from his soul to hers.
Leaning back, she flawlessly spoke his #language: swearing to free him, for a price.
#vss365
Leaning back, she flawlessly spoke his #language: swearing to free him, for a price.
#vss365
November 8, 2025 at 11:46 PM