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Zed Prospero
@zprospero.bsky.social
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Goat wrangler. Accidental businessman. ADHD. Bi/Demi. #BluePit host. I tweet about writing and a silly collision of Hell, business, and unlikely romance. (He/Him)
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Zed Prospero @zprospero.bsky.social · Apr 19
THE OFFICE X GOOD OMENS

A satire of both business and the supernatural, Virgil Mora, Hell's Consultant, must restore Heaven's faith in Hell by saving a vampire-run Ohio gas station in just three months to save his job and Lucifer, the angel he's fallen for.

#A #F #PosterPitW #PosterPit #LGBT
At the top is the text “Virgil Mora burns in Hell. It’s a pretty good job.” On a background of red and orange flame, a black and white silhouette with of a man with a suit and tie sitting at a shiny marble table that covers the entire lower half of the poster. A white silhouette of an angel with wings spread is standing behind them. In front of them is the title, glowing yellow, “Hell Is Work.” In the reflection on the table is the title reversed, the angel is in yellow not white and has a dripping halo. The businessman is reflected in red and has horns. At the bottom is the words “A novel by Zed Prospero”
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Lil bb Therion hours. 🥺

Perfectly normal science. Yup.

#WIPSnips
#WritingCommunity
“Get out.” The howl woke him from the dead of sleep. He'd never fallen asleep on the bench before. Never had the chance—these tests were minutes. He twisted in his seat to peer over the window ledge into the chamber. It was dark. No testing, no father—nothing—though the chamber looked undisturbed. The digital clock posted high on the wall in the chamber read out two in the morning. He’d been left out here for three hours? Therion scowled at the clock. Something about it was wrong. Colorful aberrations played within the oddly distorted red liquid crystal. When it flipped a minute past, the digit flipped between one and seven and two and five and three and four and one… His skin crawled but he steeled himself. It was a trick of light coming through the thick laboratory glass, nothing more. Father was one for harmless pranks, but never ones so creepy. He hopped off the bench to head towards his room but stopped at the sound of plastic tap under his shoe that echoed over the metal walls. He picked the card up and flipped it over. It was his father’s; the name Dr. Makariy Olyevich Romashenko was laser-etched next to what he knew as a decade-old headshot of the man who seemed to have barely aged a day since except for the small lines around his eyes. Perhaps there’d been a breakthrough. Therion could forgive that—maybe—and so he pocketed the keycard to give his father an earful in the morning.
November 22, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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#WIPSnips

Helena finally meets the legendary Lucifer, the charismatic and sparkling king of Hell. Seems a pretty cool dude, actually 🤷‍♀️ Kind of a sweetie, really.
Serasthial stepped aside to indicate her. The man and his smile turned to her eagerly, hands out. Upon seeing her unsmiling face, he toned down his gleam a fraction. “Helena,” he said, almost reverently, the ringleader in his voice dropping off suddenly to an earnest, intimate murmur. His eyes were startling; clear, crystalline irises, twinkling with bright, multicolored light, like faceted diamonds. His magnetism was almost a living thing with a mind of its own. He wanted her to like him, assumed they were friends already. She found herself wanting the same thing. “It is an honor to meet you. I welcome you *redacted*, child.” It felt rude not to take his offered hand, but she was tired and her social acuity had succumbed many hours ago. She hesitated and half-ducked behind *redacted* like a shy toddler. Lucifer took it in a stride, his expressive eyes showing a real understanding and sympathy for her squirrelly state of mind. “You and your companions are all a sight for sore eyes. I am sorry for the trouble you have encountered. Come in and rest for a little while. I am aching to hear about
November 22, 2025 at 2:14 PM
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#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Well I have been kinda taking a break from Mireia snips lately, but considering the main source of magic power in Atalantis is crystals... here we are 😅

Mireia's first time using a kaana crystal, from Book 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
Still holding the crystal aloft, Mireia closed her eyes, digging deep inside herself. She stoked the fire of her anger, of her determination to escape, of her will to see this room destroyed. She dove deep into that desire as though she were diving into the sea. She let go of herself and became a droplet in the ocean of her own focused will. In her mind she conjured a clear image of the wall before her dissolving—breaking apart into a million particles, which would break into a million more, which would shatter into nothing. The wall itself, she suddenly thought, was like the sea: not a single object, but a mass of infinitely small droplets that could be scattered and evaporated like water. That was all the whole world was, she saw. Every tree and rock and wave and building and person. Just uncountable clusters of droplets bumping against droplets, that could all be broken down and reshaped however she pleased. And beyond this world—beyond the walls of reality—there were other worlds, all made of droplets, all only droplets themselves in a vast sea of universes. And through it all, there was a current that flowed—a bloodstream. It was the same current now running between her body and that crystal. It was a snaking river that threaded the worlds together like beads on a string. It wove and sang and gusted through all the spaces between the droplets, and Mireia was the sail that could catch it. The energy was pulsing through her body, circulating through her veins. “There is no wall,” she declared, and her voice sounded low and strange, as if it belonged to someone else. “It’s only droplets. There is no wall! It’s only droplets!” A small light sparked to life inside the crystal.
November 22, 2025 at 1:59 PM
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#WIPSnips

You don't always need a crystal ball to be clairvoyant.

Virgil discusses the financial state of the gas station with the team.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting
November 22, 2025 at 2:24 PM
zprospero.bsky.social
1,799 words tonight on my Renfield x Dracula story. Approaching the last few scenes to draft. I'm hoping to get this ready for a quick beta read soon, after an initial edit pass.

Hoping to put it out in early December.
November 22, 2025 at 7:12 AM
zprospero.bsky.social
It's weird writing a really dark romance because you go" "Oh fuck, that's awful. I can't imagine how horrible that experience would be."

And then you go: "But I bet they can" and jab another needle into the metaphorical voodoo doll.

This story will need a recovery period, for the reader too.
November 22, 2025 at 6:28 AM
zprospero.bsky.social
#Novmemeber

Virgil:

🟥 Apologies are defensive reflex, rarely heartfelt

🟥 Massive Workaholic

🟥 "I would have been right, if I was right"

🟥/🟩 He will help anyone. He can't stop himself.

🟥 Lives entirely off the company expense account

🟥 People become like fog once they're not around

#WriteSky
sagetgreene.bsky.social Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 11h
#Novmemeber 22

Earlier, we shared some Antagonist green flags. Now let's see some Main Character red flags! 🟥
22. Your Main Character's red flags A prompt game for the month of November, titled #Novmemeber (as in meme). Hosted by @sagetgreene.bsky.social . The bottom says "Have fun, interact, and remember alt text!" There is a silly emoji face with wild eyes and tongue sticking out, and some fall-style leaves in the corners.
November 22, 2025 at 6:18 AM
zprospero.bsky.social
#AwesomeCharacters

Virgil became accustomed to not being touched, not that he prefers that. He just has... no one.

Except Lucifer, who limits it hand holding, as Virgil is ace, which being so touch starved kind of melts Virgil.

Once they *FINALLY* admit it, that changes... quite a bit.

#WriteSky
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 17h
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

How does your character feel about physical touch?

Are they fans of a handshake, hug, pat on the back, etc?

Do they prefer to keep their distance?

Does it matter how close they are to the other person?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
November 22, 2025 at 5:27 AM
zprospero.bsky.social
You entered a dance contest! pick your partner.
November 22, 2025 at 5:19 AM
zprospero.bsky.social
#Lovember

To Virgil: It tastes like cinnamon. It smells like smoke. It feels like the stroke of a warm feather against skin.

To Lucifer: It tastes like coffee. It smells like sea breeze. It feels like a sleeping lover's hand crushing his to know he's still there.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity
isaacxisaac.bsky.social Isaac X Isaac @isaacxisaac.bsky.social · 12h
Today's #Lovember #WritingPrompt for the #WriteSky #WritingCommunity, courtesy of my partner who always has better ideas than I do:

What does love taste, smell, or feel like to your character(s)?
November 22, 2025 at 5:16 AM
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Behold!! My books!!

beverlyannemichel.itch.io

#booksky 💙📚
Behold! My books! Mechanical heart. Have it all. In the eye of the beholder. Give it all.
November 22, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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#WIPSnips

Virgil "trains" Blake as he starts at the gas station but after a few hours with no customers at all, he realizes he forgot how damn BORING mortal life is.

Not great when you have such visceral recurring nightmares you avoid sleep.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting
November 21, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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bluepit.bsky.social
#MiseryPit is coming up December 1st! For mystery, thriller, and true crime works!

Follow @miserypit.bsky.social and check the post below for more information!

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmQuerying #AmAgenting #Editors
miserypit.bsky.social #MiseryPit @miserypit.bsky.social · Aug 25
🚨🚨🚨 ATTENTION WRITERS 🚨🚨🚨

The next #MiseryPit pitching event will be December 1, 2025!

6 AM PST - 6 PM PST

See you then!

#WritingCommunity #BookSky #LitAgents #Writers #Editors #Authors #MysteryWriters #ThrillerWriters #TrueCrimeWriters
November 21, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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bluepit.bsky.social
Just a reminder that #WIPPit a Work-In-Progress focused pitch event is coming up in 2 days on November 23rd!

Follow @wippit.bsky.social for more information!

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting
wippit.bsky.social WIPPIT @wippit.bsky.social · 23d
Spread the word!
#WIPPIT STICKY NOTE NOTICE We are moving to November 23! We want to give precedence to the large protest happing at the US Capital that's Happening November 22, so we are moving by a day to allow them the Platforms to make change.
November 21, 2025 at 9:42 PM
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Hi! We’re Spilled Ink and Coffee (The Cozy Company)

Lou crochets, Bev writes, and we both make the best smelling candles you will ever sniff.
About us. We’re a parent/daughter duo who would love to bring handmade creations to you! Support a queer, disabled, neurodivergent pair today! Beverly and Lou
November 21, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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The gas station wasn't supposed to take up the whole book; they were supposed to take over the North Pole.

Then Virgil went and fell in love and I had to much story to cram in my sillier plot too.

That's where the sequel, "Hail Santa", came from.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting
cometkins.bsky.social Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 1d
What's something you wanted to include in your last book that just didn't make the cut for one reason or another? #WritingPrompt
November 21, 2025 at 4:05 PM
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#Novmemeber

Easy one. "Burnin For You" by Blue Oyster Cult.

Virgil always seems to find this song playing when he needs it. Sometimes the speakers are unplugged...

Yet it plays.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting
November 21, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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#WIPSnips

Poison WIP - directions 👩🏻‍💻
He sighed and turned all the way around. “If you can’t follow simple dire-” “You don’t give simple directions. You demand and snap. You treat me like shit and I’m sure you’ve treated others the same way.”
November 21, 2025 at 4:31 PM
zprospero.bsky.social
On Virgil's phone is a prominent message that says, "This device belongs to the damned". A tad rude, but it is a company phone.

He'd answer it, just to know who got the number.

His ringtone is "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling Stones.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity
scarletvmitchell.bsky.social Scarlet Mitchell @scarletvmitchell.bsky.social · 1d
I should be working, not posting #WritingQ!

Who dat callin!?

Assume your character access to modern phone tech.
An unknown number calls.
Do they pick up?
Do they prefer text? If text, do they answer right away?
Is it ringtone or vibrate?
What's their phone habits?

#WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt
a woman is sitting in front of a computer and holding a brush
Alt: a woman is sitting in front of a computer and holding a lollipop. She puts a banana to her ear and says "Hello?"
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November 21, 2025 at 4:21 PM
zprospero.bsky.social
#Bookvember

Eh, I'll read most things. I will avoid certain subjects if I don't want to deal with that feeling at the moment.

I rarely enjoy war books, but no particular genre is off-limits.

A book that's steeped in a toxic ideology, though, I'll DNF.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity
woodenvelt.bsky.social Samantha Breaux @woodenvelt.bsky.social · 1d
Welcome to #Bookvember Day 21!

Follow the directions on the prompt card and explore the many genres readers love.

#BookSky #WriteSky #Books #Authors #WritingCommunity
Bookvember, a book share prompt game for writers and readers by @woodenvelt.bsky.social Day 21: What genre do you refuse to read? Why is it off limits? #Bookvember. Use alt text for images. Have fun and interact with others!
November 21, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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scarletvmitchell.bsky.social
So much worldbuilding is laying on the cutting-room floor for HermitageWIP!
Its a huge world designed to hold more stories, but I overbuilt the planet Avalon a bit.
Maybe someday there will be a story set in Hildergard Falls?

And I would have loved to have Nora's family interacting more with Bayle😥
cometkins.bsky.social Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 1d
What's something you wanted to include in your last book that just didn't make the cut for one reason or another? #WritingPrompt
November 21, 2025 at 3:49 PM
zprospero.bsky.social
The gas station wasn't supposed to take up the whole book; they were supposed to take over the North Pole.

Then Virgil went and fell in love and I had to much story to cram in my sillier plot too.

That's where the sequel, "Hail Santa", came from.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting
cometkins.bsky.social Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 1d
What's something you wanted to include in your last book that just didn't make the cut for one reason or another? #WritingPrompt
November 21, 2025 at 4:05 PM
zprospero.bsky.social
#Lovember

I had to dig this up to stitch it back in my edit.

The Voice of God's relationship to love is... complicated.

On Earth, he samples vices. Here he dances a waltz with Lord Satan as they plot.

As ever, his intention is... unclear.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting
“Where does God bottle up his heartbreak? Where does his love go?” The Metatron spat the word like poison. “Out of all the cruelties visited on me, the worst is that he dares to share his fucking love. Of Lucifer. Of you, my little demon. Lucifer is not the only angel in Hell.” “Why do it then?” Lord Satan permitted the twirl as they danced. “You see not chains on my wrists. None around my throat. Yet I must.” The Metatron bowed as they ended the waltz. She stared hard at him and saw in his eyes a look she had never expected to see. Like a grandfather would give to a favorite child. “That was the most beautiful violence I’ve ever seen” Lord Satan said. “Elegant, cutting. A wound that will never heal.” The Metatron nodded. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t ever say that to me again.”
November 21, 2025 at 4:01 PM
zprospero.bsky.social
#Novmemeber

Easy one. "Burnin For You" by Blue Oyster Cult.

Virgil always seems to find this song playing when he needs it. Sometimes the speakers are unplugged...

Yet it plays.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers #AmWriting
November 21, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #writingprompt

Duels of Blood (it's not easy meeting your boyfriend's family!)
By now, Daisuke had grown quite accustomed to the finery with which nobles decorated themselves, but a sense of self-consciousness rolled through him at their presence. Neither man was particularly intimidating, but this was his partner’s father and eldest brother—heads of the family; they even carried themselves as such. He couldn’t help but feel small when standing before them. He glanced in Obito’s direction, desperate for reassurance. Wildly inappropriate as it might’ve been, he nearly burst out laughing when he realized his partner was giving him the same look.
November 21, 2025 at 11:54 AM