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|I DO NOT SUPPORT AI CONTENT| The public BlueSky for Twitch Streamer, Papadjinn. Artist and Writer, currently querying my novel as well as drafting it's sequel. My sugar-bomb @psprincess.bsky.social ~
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PapaDjinn is querying @papadjinn.bsky.social · Sep 23
Man, last week Tok was going for a jog in the woods. Now people expect him to fight in a war and lead people?! He's not even qualified to be a barista! I do not know that the True Mother is thinking!!
'A Sword in the Snow'

#UnhingedPit #A #F #Q
papadjinn.bsky.social
Tok doesn't inherently care about honor. To him it's just a pretty word. Actions and results matter more to him. Below is a snip about that exact thing:
...loose, and there was a bit of jagged tearing making for a rough looking scar. Tokonus did not worry, as Kesup had concluded, the lord had found himself becoming used to the blemishes. If nothing else, they served as a reminder of his deeds and how far he would go to keep his word. Tokonus might have complained about the futility of honor, but that was only in death. In life, that same honor that he scoffed at was just another form of currency. With it he purchased warriors, supporters... and lovers.
November 15, 2025 at 12:11 AM
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jundlife.bsky.social
I can use my Friday snip on Friday! Happy Friday y'all.
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
After five long days it is the end of the school week. We use the word Friday for this symbolic day of liberation, named after the Norse God Freyja or Frigg. I like Frigg. It’s funnier. Frigg off Friday.
November 14, 2025 at 9:52 AM
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professoremily.bsky.social
Ok as promised, here is my #Tenement playlist 😅

Not sure what y'all will think of this. A lot of it is just ambience, but maybe you'll enjoy it. I especially hope you get to the end 🥹🧭

@reaper-man.bsky.social
@kleighdiaz.bsky.social
@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social

youtube.com/playlist?lis...
November 14, 2025 at 4:52 PM
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eolaspellor.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 14, 2025 at 1:28 PM
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pamelaelaela.bsky.social
Anne of Green Gables and the poetry of Emily Dickinson. I related to Anne in that she was an outsider with a big imagination and Emily in that she had so much more going on inside her than what people could see. And they’re both a little weird. 💕

I have to say, I saw myself in so many characters…+
woodenvelt.bsky.social Samantha Breaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 18h
Welcome to #Bookvember Day 14!

Follow the directions on the prompt card and share your love of diverse voices in literature.

#BookSky #WriteSky #Books #Authors #WritingCommunity
November 14, 2025 at 7:21 PM
papadjinn.bsky.social
Kind of inevitable with my intentions behind Inuju. My intention is to make a space that rivals those high fantasy giants. Skill for the other writers is important, sure, but I'm more focused on those who share my lens. I don't really care about fanfic, do your worst honestly 🤷🏾‍♀️
ddwardiswriting.bsky.social Mx. D. D. Ward (they/them) @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 8h
Okay. #WritingCommunity, would you every let others write in your settings/worlds?

Why/why not?

Under what circumstances/rules?
November 14, 2025 at 7:32 PM
papadjinn.bsky.social
A society should put education and culture at the front of the cart. Proper education prevents hunger, illness and bigotry. A healthy and mature culture creates art, community, and safety. Turning off our brains and giving into prepackaged patriotism is how we keep ending up here.
taliabhatt.itch.io Talia "Estro Junkies" Bhatt ♀︎♀︎ @taliabhatt.itch.io · 16h
"my least woke opinion is---"

That's enough. We've had enough people indulging in the "thrill of a little conservatism", as a treat. Of considering reactionary thought to be a salacious and taboo in a world descending into reactionary mania.

Give me your MOST woke opinions. We're bringing it back.
November 14, 2025 at 7:05 PM
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
G'morning #WIPSnips! Alllllmost at the end of the week now, so allow this little snippy from TLC sooth you into the weekend!
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“So that’s not an immediate no?” I ask. “It is not,” Joey answers, and for some reason I nearly jump out of my seat in excitement. “It’s also not a yes either! There’s still a lot of details that need to be fleshed out first, and at the first sign of fuckery, we’re out! Do you understand?” “Perfectly, although I’m not entirely sure on what ‘fuckery’ would entail exactly,” Rondu comments. “I’ll tell you later,” Driona says and stands up off of the couch, in which she has created a sizeable divot. “I still have your box communicator thingy, I’ll let you know when we’re available for a tour of these facilities, should be a week after we get back to our homes to move some things around. And you!” Joey says, pointing to me. “Who, me?” “Yes, you! Day after tomorrow, dinner at our house! No blowing it off this time! We have things that need discussing!” “I’m making pot pie!” Warren says cheerfully, and my mouth instantly starts to water. Cynthia’s eyes roll, but she has half a smile plastered on her face as she does so. “Well twist my rubber arm why don’t you?” I say and stand up off of my chair. As first meetings go, this could have gone worse…
November 14, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 14. "Week"

*ominous piano plays*

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #CaptainNitara #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
With a nod from the queen, Miatiy gestured for Nitara to come closer. She did, and she looked into the Font of Insight, an ornate silver bowl fitted atop a chalice-shaped glass platform and filled with dark water. Squiggles rippled from one side of the basin to the other. Nitara frowned at them. She had not spent much time with the Fountain, certainly not as much as the High Priestess or the queen, but she knew that was not normal behaviour. “Earlier this week, I sensed an anomaly in the Veil. The Font showed me these shapeless forms, but I could not understand what they meant. I thought it could be an enchantment Aunt Pryaik had set up during her time as High Priestess, so I checked her notebooks. And I found it.” Miatiy swallowed, her gaze wandering towards the Font as if she expected a monster to emerge from it at any moment. “During the Bloody Year, she cast a tracking spell, and now it’s giving off a signal. I swear I reviewed her notes a hundred times, and they match with the forms in the water.” She took a deep breath, her eyes remaining closed for a moment, then she said, “Datusha is back.”
November 14, 2025 at 11:43 AM
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woodenvelt.bsky.social
Wren sees Spencer's church for the first time.

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

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Wrencer
Not much of a church. Midmorning light illuminated the narrow building’s every flaw: the dingy plaster, rotting wood shingles, and cheap diamond-shaped glass frosting the windows in shades of white, gray, and pale purple. Wren shifted her weight and wiggled her toes, fighting the newness of her spare boots. An hour of watching, tucked in the shadows of a crooked alley that smelled like a week’s worth of fish pies, had yet to reveal the pretty priest from last night. With my luck, he’s already pawned the necklace and used the money to fund a soup kitchen. Waiting to track the good brother down hadn’t been ideal, but then, neither was stalking the city streets barefoot with a blade that was barely a step above a letter opener. And there was no guarantee the priest had been the one to snag the shiny bit of fringe. It could have been Davey, or one of the groundskeepers, or hells, a raccoon with a fondness for morbid bric-a-brac, for all Wren knew.
November 14, 2025 at 12:15 PM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
November 14th – week

Anthropomorphic, today!

Ray chats about staffing shortages with a colleague.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“I know. But don’t worry; we go through dry patches like this sometimes. We’ll find more soon, I am sure.” Carmine smiled. “Easy for you to say, you aren’t the one working hundred-hour weeks.” Carmine shrugged. “We just have to cast a wider net. We will find people. And if we don’t, we can reach out to the other enclaves, maybe they have some to spare.” “I hope so. I need a vacation. Somewhere sunny.” I wasn’t holding out hope; the other enclaves were probably no better off than we were. “Wouldn’t that be nice?” Carmine commiserated. “Somewhere with nude beaches, maybe.” “Don’t you get enough nudity in your day-to-day life?” “You can never really have enough nudity.” I sighed. “I’m going to the target range. I’ll see you later, Carmine.” The incubus turned and sauntered off. I watched him go. He carried himself with the easy grace and assurance of a practiced predator, which he was, in a way, so perhaps that wasn’t surprising. But maybe it was why I always had trouble turning my back on him. Once he was out of sight, I continued on my way to the basement.
November 14, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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acturek.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #fantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #week

Rush and Lara are going to have a Talk.
Rush’s brain is doing Rush’s brain things.

- Brother’s Keeper, book one of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
They skirted the lake's edge until it opened to the River, and as they picked their way along the bank, he stubbornly held his peace. She would have to begin, for she had imposed the silence between them. Not the strained, stilted ache of these passing minutes, but rather the long silence of WEEKs tense and drenched with the unsaid, heavy as a mudslide about to dislodge. Now that silence weighted his steps, sucking him into a morass of confusion. At times the aching sparkle of the River threatened to pull him free, and then a shaft of sunlight would set her hair afire. Just when he thought himself slain by the need to touch it, she veered from the sun-drizzled bank into the brooding Forest shadows. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
November 14, 2025 at 12:50 PM
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professoremily.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Late today due to sleep-needing reasons! Kazuo is daring Noah to go explore a creepy place. (Let's be real, Noah would totally do it even without the bribe 😂)

From #Tenement, my dystopian mystery about people living in an infinite building.
He squinted, pretending to think it over. His eyes gleamed in that Kazuo-ish way that made you feel like he knew exactly who he was and exactly who you were and exactly how to come out on top no matter what. It was his card-playing look. Everyone always hated playing cards with Kazuo. He loved it that they hated it. “Alright, Noah.” He stroked his chin. “How about this? You go in there, mm, ten paces? And I’ll let you keep the Nwissy for a week.” “Five paces, and I keep the Nwissy for good.” He winced. “Oh now, Noah. If you’re going to be that way about it, we can just forget it. I don’t care about you going in there that much.” “You guys!” Jon growled. “I really don’t think anyone should be—!” “Alright, fine,” I backpedaled. “How about I go in... twelve paces, and you let me keep the Nwissy for... a month?” “Deal!” We shook on it.
November 14, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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pamelaelaela.bsky.social
🐶🍁❤️
A brown and white dog outside with a red leaf on his head
November 14, 2025 at 5:13 PM
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faindriart.bsky.social
#Novmember 14

i may have laughed
November 14, 2025 at 3:28 PM
papadjinn.bsky.social
Week → time | A bit of context to Tok and Othelia's previous conversation
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
For a time, they walked in silence. The lord could only assume that she was leading him to a place where they could speak uninterrupted. After a safe distance, she turned off into a room that Tokonus remembered far too well – Rodderick's old study. The room had long since been cleaned and organized, and yet the smell of blood haunted Tokonus, although he knew it wasn’t truly there. “I assume your mind has been churning or you wouldn’t have brought me in here, so what have you figured out,” Tokonus asked as cooly as he could. “I do not think that [redacted] is lying... and as much as I hate to say it, I think that we should take up his offer.” Othelia shuffled in place; it was hard to tell if she was on board with her own idea. When her eyes locked with his, it was almost as if she could read his thoughts and had prepared a suitable defense. “I haven’t gone soft; I don’t think that we should accept unconditionally, but [redacted] is an asset and as long as [redacted] doesn’t prove to be a liability then taking them on is worth the risk.” “That’s not good enough,” Tokonus countered, shaking his head. “There is a reason you believe him and I would like to know why. You have to be one of the most distrusting and calculating people that I know, for you to take the Abysmal’s words at face value does not add up.”
November 14, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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khonri.com
ancient twink ancient twink ancient twink

#WIPSnips
#WritingCommunity
I began a new bone, carving the first line into it. When I counted my pile, I had fifteen complete bones with twenty-four marks each. Starting this meant the three-hundred and sixty-first night since I started keeping track. Upon completing this bone… we would be approaching a year since we went missing as far as we could tell. It could be considered a miracle that we survived this long, but that would ignore our teamwork and labor. Neither of us could have done this on our own. Setting the bone down, I watched Etti from the cave entrance try to split wood with the axe I made several weeks ago. Even if he was still a thin, bookish man, there was strength and confidence building in his limbs that he never would have gained had we not met, had this not happened. It looked as though he was having some level of success for a change.
November 14, 2025 at 2:43 PM
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sagetgreene.bsky.social
#Novmemeber 14

The main opposition in #Touched is social pressure/the expectation of perfection and tradition.
A crowd of people with a speech bubble above it but the speech bubble has a mess of scribbles in it. In front of everyone else is a person sitting with their hands over their ears and a frown on their face.
November 14, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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sagetgreene.bsky.social
Yes. All of that. That sums up the story.

(In all seriousness, #Touched features a whole lot of romantic love, but also a family who comes to understand and appreciate each other more, all while doing their best for their kingdom & people. So YUP.)

#Lovember
November 14, 2025 at 4:05 PM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
I'm writing the PERFECT chapter for this, but alas, I haven't got to the proper scene yet. So, here's the climax of the Ashtara meet-cute :)

And yes, CW for blood and suffering.

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #SayaAshrah #CaptainNitara
Darkness swallowed the concubus and spat her out behind Ashrah, who spun around, Datusha ready to… She wasn’t quick enough. Fangs sank into her arm. Pain speared through her body, skewering every muscle in its path, wrenching a distorted scream out of her. Through her blurred vision, she met the concubus’ venomous eyes and the challenge in them: drop the sword. Ashrah did not. Something beyond hate, something she could not understand, hardened the green in the fiend’s eyes, making it as deep as a swamp where Ashrah could’ve drowned in. In a surge of primal ferocity, the concubus dragged her fangs across Ashrah’s arm all the way up to her wrist, shredding skin, tendons, blood vessels. Ashrah howled at the anguish of the grievous wound, and beyond that, at the terror of the sight of her purple flesh shimmering underneath her lacerated brown skin.
November 14, 2025 at 4:11 PM
papadjinn.bsky.social
The gangs all here~
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November 14, 2025 at 3:25 AM
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khonri.com
It's World Quality Week in my world, so I'd like to pose a themed question:

What's a characteristic to YOU that has you see a creative work as high quality piece?
November 13, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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marina-gabriela.bsky.social
Reviews are in. Thank you, everyone!

I can't wait to see what the next six months hold 😊🥳

#bookswithdragons #bookreview #tbr #bookrecommendations #booksky
📚🪐 📚⚔️ 📚⏰️
November 13, 2025 at 6:21 PM
papadjinn.bsky.social
Tok wouldn't understand this meme at all, but Duggy would find it funny. Although not a nihilist, he would find the inevitability of adversity portrayed in such a silly/cute way at least chuckle worthy.
Shown is a small chubby four legged creature, looking at the screen with a frown and tears in its eyes. There are five tomatoes that have been thrown at it, three hitting their mark; head, back and stomach. Two have landed on the ground harmlessly. Above the creature is a tag line that reads, "What WILL happen." The word 'will' is in all capitalized letters, emphasizing the inevitability of the outlined scenario.
November 13, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
November 13th – build

Av’ry, Fox, and Mikiva explore a draconic ruin.

Unfortunately, it isn’t really designed for humans to navigate it.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Av’ry had been walking ahead, sweeping the torch over the floor, but suddenly he stopped and held his arm out, halting them both. “What is it?” Fox asked. “Look for yourself.” He held the torch out in front of him. She followed his gaze into the seemingly bottomless chasm in front of them. “Ah, yes. I had wondered if we would see another one of these.” The shaft that descended into the mountain was much like the one back in Cillvala; this had clearly been the dragons’ preferred method of transit between floors. “It seems like the previous occupants had little use for stairs or ladders, unfortunately,” Av’ry said. “And no one got in before us to set up bridges, this time.” Mikiva sighed. “Good thing we came prepared.” Fox dropped her pack and retrieved the thick coils of rope. We just need to find something to affix this to, and hopefully we can drop down to the lower levels.” “And what if we need to get across?” Mikiva asked. “How about we build that bridge when we get to it, huh?” Fox replied.
November 13, 2025 at 11:26 AM