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Kadey Moraine
@kd-moraine.bsky.social
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Author/Écrivaine if you're nasty
Purveyor of erotic shorts, writer of novellas; trans of the gender
18+, minors DNI
Lesbian/Poly
She/Her/Elle/Elles (self-ID'd as a land of contrasts)
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The #WIPSnips word for November 21st is "direction"

view from inside a chaotic protest 👀👀
had to include the whole thing, if only 'cause the word appears thrice 😅

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the counter-protest was now huddled at the top of the library steps, the LBSC formed a line across the street, the police at their backs, and the kids in bloc remained in position. For a minute or two, calm settled on the assembled groups (or, as much calm as protest/counter-protest could maintain). Then, all hell broke loose. A shot rang out (from a rifle or not, Mags could not say), and the LBSC started swinging: at the bloc, at the cops, at single moms waving pride flags, at other LBSC members, in every direction hands were thrown, to be caught by whoever happened to be nearby. The counter-protest dispersed in chaos; seeking refuge in the library, getting picked up by cops, fleeing the scene in all directions, anything to get away from the violent clashes escalating in front of the library. Somehow, Mags and Billie managed to regroup at the car, waiting for the others. From Cass and Falkland’s standpoint, the cause of the ensuing ruckus was easily identified. Pushing against their shields, LBSC members hurled rocks and homophobic slurs at roughly the same rate; a rock finally hit its target, that being Misdemeanor’s head. While it bounced harmlessly off their helmet, it did set them off enough that they aimed a roman candle at the thrower, lit, and fired. This signaled the others, and volleys of roman candles soon shot out towards the gathered fascists; the fire and brimstone were soon joined by arcs of liquid surprises (mixtures like what Cass had in her super-soaker, i.e., mostly deer piss). The forty-ish LBSC members broke rank, and it’s here that the swinging started. In disarray, they inadvertently attacked the police at their backs; this was the signal for those upstanding law enforcement professionals (some of whom were LBSC members themselves) to get fucking giddy and join the fun. As violence mounted, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened: an LBSC member discharged actual-factual bullets, roughly in the direction of the library.
November 21, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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The word for November 17th is "spend"
self-exploration= good & healthy 😌😌😌😌

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it's also how I notice that, if I let my fingers twirl idly around, it feels fucking amazing. Typically, I'd take the afternoon to do some light reading, maybe explore the house, find uses for the various extra rooms we've got. Maybe bust a hole through the wall between the bathroom and our bedroom, giving us a jury-rigged ensuite or something. Instead, I spend the afternoon running a hand over my chest, busting other things. By that point, I've also noticed my emotions mellowing out, the pressure's gradual departure. I have this strange overanalytic attitude to the entire thing, a sort of cataloguing of the effects Kass's pills seem to have on my body- the ones she remains cryptic about. Like these researchers who test viruses on themselves. Or whatever. Maybe those people were invented by the Discovery channel.
November 17, 2025 at 7:15 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for November 13th is "build"

commute shenanigans 👀

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Mags stared at her, hand still on the ignition. Cass sighed, grabbed Mags’s hand and turned the key; the car purred to life, and they were off. Going from the city to the pseudo-suburb where Mags lived would be a three minute drive, as the crows fly. However, the collated efforts of urbanists, elected officials, and various building contractors transformed it into a forty-five minute obstacle course. You first had to find the one highway ramp which led in the proper direction, drive to the edge of the city, circle thirty-four degrees South, then enter the gauntlet of varied speed limits that were the suburbs until, finally, you got to the development she called home. Built quite recently, it still had no direct connection to the city itself; every election cycle, candidates outbid each other on the number of streets they’d open, circling around and around, until the count reset to zero.
November 13, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for November 12th is "shirt"

rubbing one out to public access isn't easy, okay? 👀

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much like riding a bike, needs only be learned once; she spent the next half-hour splitting her attention between the 40 public-access channels she got, eating cereal by hand, and washing them down with Sangria straight from the box. Still, there remained the touchy subject of Public television’s prudishness; the most osé stuff laid out on the screen was some weird, infomercial-looking show on channel two. On screen, a D-list actor dressed like a collision between a Boeing 747, a Rabi and the Pope was on a rant against the federal government, child trafficking, flavoured with a combination of antisemitic conspiracies and hindu ultra-nationalism. However, he was flanked by two absolute smokeshows. To his left, an hispanic Adonis straight out of a Mexican Telenovela- shirtless, to boot, and constantly eye-fucking the camera; to their right, the distilled essence of a lingerie model, clad in an angelic white dress and sporting the most erotic beehive in history.
November 12, 2025 at 6:36 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for November 4th is "steel"

snooping around a vampire's mansion always ends well, right? 👀

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She walked down the hallway, reaching the junction, then stopped. To her left, the Kitchen; to her right, the long, thin corridor leading into the eastern wing of the house. The door between both sections seemed to beckon the young woman, seemed to call her name as she watched its black wood paneling; the silvery handle almost twinkled in the moonlight and, before Dorimene fully registered, she stood directly in front of it, hand reaching for the door. Beyond, she could hear whispers, the soft sounds of speech between confidantes; it sent a shiver down the young woman's spine, and yet, she steeled herself and turned the knob. Some minute part of her had both expected and hoped the door would be locked; that there would be some amount of security, anything preventing her from accessing this forbidden section of the house. But the handle turned, and the door swung backwards under Dori's effort.
November 4, 2025 at 7:01 PM
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🎶 And now you're mine... 🎶
The #WIPSnips word for October 30th is "spell"

Not a literal spell here, but just as effective I think 🧙‍♀️

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It takes me a few seconds to realise she's not being rhetorical right now; she absolutely wants an answer. But I haven't got one; that's not something I even allowed myself to think about, so I just shrug, rolling the terrible words in my brain. Looking up into the concern shining in her eyes, I'm trying to gather up my courage, inhabit my (shrinking) balls, so to speak; maybe, just maybe, if I can tell Kass what I feel, maybe we can banish these thoughts, the evil spell of my birth name, from my life: -The pills. -Yeah? What about the pills, Baby? -I know what the pills are for. Well, except the yellow one.
October 30, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for October 28th is "costume"

stop me if you've heard this one:
a Japanese egg, mrs. Claus, and two political philosophers go trick-or-treating... 🦇🧛‍♀️🥚🤶🧐

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Despite stark differences in their personalities, all three inhabitants of the duplex shared an opinion regarding the observance of Halloween; namely, that it was dope as hell, and should definitely supercede Thanksgiving as a national holiday. As was customary, all three donned a costume for the evening. Billie went for a white skirt and yellow top, trying to emulate Gudetama, the adorable, egg-based Japanese character, which most people throughout the evening would not recognize. Cassandra mixed a grey wool vest, a black leotard and a lumberjack shirt with a bald cap and fake mustache; the ensemble seriously gave “old man, but make it cunty.” Finally, Mags, for some reason, dressed as Mrs. Claus; not sexy, nor cunty, just regular old lady home clothes, in reds and greens, complemented by a gray wig. In preparation for the evening, Mags purchased a large quantity of sweets to hand out, and a large quantity of spirits to enjoy. The house was decorated, the mood was set; Margaret Swift was locked & loaded for another year handing out candy to neighborhood kids. That is, until a fourth member grafted herself to the squad. Stepping out of a taxi, 6-inch platforms first, RICO arrived; Cass had invited her over, proposing a shared theme for their Halloween costume & offering an evening of drinking and light fun. Her costume consisted of a black formal jacket over a vest, an ascot, and criminally short black shorts, alongside a comically-small pair of round glasses and a slicked-back black wig. When Mags came to the door, fully expecting trick-or-treaters, she was, at first, mildly confused at the height of what she had assumed would be a middle-schooler; then, she was severely confused by the exact identity RICO meant to convey with her costume, a sentiment she shared with Billie.
October 28, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for October 24th is "total"

five-finger discount? 👀👀👀

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October 24, 2025 at 9:58 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for October 22nd is "charge"

perfectly cropped to include that chapter title 👀

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Chapter header: "…what someone like *you* does with a buncha horse piss…" It's Wednesday evening when Kass rolls up to the house, driving a beat-up Pontiac Sunfire. She never tells me where she gets her cars, but she typically insists on dumping them four or five blocks from the house once we're done. She's barely stepped out of the driver's seat, wearing tight jeans and a loose white top, that I'm already standing in the doorway; beaming, she waves me over: -Come on, Baby, I'm takin' you for a ride! Jacket in hand, I jog down the gravel path towards the passenger door; I get there and she's holding it open for me. I stop, long enough to grace her cheek with a kiss, and to ask, in my most ambiguous tones: -Where we going? -Countryside- there's a ranch out there, the lady in charge, she's a friend of mine.
October 22, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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#WIPSnips word for October 21st is "second"

Gal pals don't let gal-pals get dehydrated ♀️🙏♀️

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Within a few days of shared living, me and Kassandra have developed a strange type of domesticity. From an outside perspective, once you get past the leaking walls, we look like two schoolgirls playing house. We rise with the sun, and Kassandra leads me in a half-hour routine of yoga, before we go jogging outside; at some point in that first week, she's taken pity on me and slipped me a pair of shorts and a tank top. She keeps saying we should go shopping, and I just nod along. On a related, early-morning note, the second type of pills she's got me on are really good at one thing so far: making me piss round the clock. This is all made worse, much worse by the fact that Kass also bombards me with bottles of water; she'll force one into my hand, standing there until I've drained it and handed it back.
October 21, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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#WIPSnips The word for October 20th is "field"

this fit serving anachronism 🔥

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And, where the other woman was dressed casually, lazily, the stocky woman bore modest garb, covering almost every inch of skin below the neck; the dress she bore belonged to another era, reminded Dori of field trips to living museums, to the women giving long-winded presentation on butter-churning, in between answering texts from their friends. Finally, above everything else, this woman looked much less at ease than the other; her eyes darted about the room, looking for threats, whilst her fingers played idly with the cross of a rosary hung about her neck. The room was now flooded by the flickering, warm glow of a legion of candles; as her mousy roommate approached, the first woman sat heavily on a couch, across from Dori. When the stocky woman and merely watched, the other sighed with exasperation: -Emay, sit your ass down- we have a guest!
October 20, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for October 16th is "might"

and that's how they became roommates ♀️❤️♀️

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-You can crash at my place, no worries about rent, she goes. It's a shithole. Also, we need to refresh your wardrobe, 'cause I'm not hanging out with you in these rags. Also, also… There, she stops, turns to me and gauges me, tip to tail; she's in the middle of wrestling herself back into her dress and continues; as she speaks, she waves an index in my general direction, making me more and more conscious of my enormous jawline: -...we're gonna have to see a doctor friend of mine about all this. She stops for a second, looks me in the eye; what she sees there, I don't know, but it gives her this worried scowl as she says: -Look, baby, it's almost over- you might not see it, but you're almost at the finish line. Well, for this particular race, anyway. Nowadays, I know what she meant. At the time, though, I wonder if it's about the cops or my job or my self-erasure plans or whatever else. My burning apartment. Would it surprise anyone to know I didn't even look back when we stepped out of our little nest?
October 16, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for October 7th is "safe"

Back-alley healthcare is still healthcare, right? 👀

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October 7, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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The word for October 6th is "miss"

Okay, almost unrelated to "miss," but come on, a lil bit of Vampire BDSM? had to share it ♀️🌶️♀️🧛‍♀️

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October 6, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for September 30th is "paw"
from my next publication 👀
the normal, non-dysphoric thoughts of a fully-cisgendered man, scout's honor ♀️🏳️‍🌈♀️
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September 30, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for September 25th is "absorb"

you're not really trying until you break a heel ❤️

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September 25, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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The #WIPSnips words for September 24th is "leave"

some light hostage-taking is fine, as long as you're a hot sapphic vampire ♥️♀️♥️

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September 24, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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#WIPSnips for September 19th-> "yard"

set to publish later today, so *technically* still WIP ❤️
finding out girls are a thing, the hard way ♀️♀️

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September 19, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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I regret to inform the void that my cat is, once again, being a goober
#catposting
September 19, 2025 at 12:08 AM
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#WIPSnips word for September 18th is "red"

bit of a trust-building exercise 👀

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September 18, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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Post a female character you love:
couldn't pick, have all three 😈
Tysyphone, Megaera and Alecto, from Hades
September 18, 2025 at 1:36 AM
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The #WIPSnips word for September 17th is "difference"

ok, "indifference," but I *had* to share this thing 👀
what's this? a vampire catching feelings? ❤️

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September 18, 2025 at 1:21 AM
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okay, finished the whole thing and.... @anaisl.bsky.social is it normal I read that line and went "noooo, don't say that about yourself, baby 🩷"?
September 17, 2025 at 1:51 AM
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back from showering, and can anyone tell me why thjs fkn chapter goes so hard?! 🔥🔥🔥🔥
They say they want women, Val, but they don’t. They fucking don’t.” She gestures with her mug; Valérie wonders how much she drank, alone in this room. “They want something woman-shaped, but with no opinions, no thoughts, no nothing. It’s best if she doesn’t even need watering or feeding, but if she does, well, that’s fucking chicken feed to these people. Actually,” she adds, frowning and swilling her drink around again, “that’s not quite accurate. Some of them want that, and that’s disgusting, and that’s half of what we were doing: making women-shaped people, people who were completely and totally under control. The titillation of the used-to-be-a-man, thing, for most of them that was just the gravy on the beef, right? But the other men, the ones like Smyth-Farrow, though he was by far not the only piece of shit we delivered to, they want all that and more. They don’t just want a subservient companion, they want something they can abuse without shame, something so far below the category of human that they don’t have to give a shit even when they die. Fuck, Val, they learn to enjoy it.”
September 17, 2025 at 12:43 AM
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goddamn, frkn *blitzed* thru #Dorley in recent days 😳 I'm up to ch. 30, and, like, I couldn't not share these snips; like, drop the mic shit, I was hootin' and hollerin' 🔥🩷🔥🩷🔥🩷🔥
She knows exactly what she’ll look like in Raph and Ollie’s eyes, and while she is unambiguously a woman in transition she is also very clearly someone who is looking and dressing the way she pleases. Emphasis, she adds to herself as she looks at Raph, on the motherfucking pronoun. Mister Bradley,” a voice says, in such arch and accented tones it takes Steph a moment to place it: Beatrice. But not the Beatrice she’s spoken to; this is Aunt Bea, the act, the matriarch, the creature of power and money and unusual taste in rehabilitation who directs the operations of Dorley Hall. Even at the kitchen table, the first time they met, before Steph accidentally outed herself, she didn’t sound quite like this. Into those four syllables she poured enough scorn, enough precisely accented derision, that the bloody Queen would take notice. “If you do not sit down and behave yourself I will summon the soldiers from the floor above and they will ensure your compliance. You’ve encountered them before, I believe, so unless you are exceptionally unobservant — which is, I grant, not hard to believe of one such as yourself — you will be aware that they carry… heavier weaponry than mere tasers, and they are authorised to use them.”
September 16, 2025 at 11:12 PM