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@silassummersauthor.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:32 AM

#WIPSnips - October 12, 2026

Noble and Nyx are about to start the bonding ritual between vampires and humans, something that is a lifetime commitment between the two.

It starts with the vampire drinking some of the humans blood.

#TheRomanticTalesSeries #OwnVoice #WritingCommunity

“You don’t have to do this.” I spoke quietly with a bit of reverence. “This is only one step in the whole process of this partnership. I want you to understand what this means.” Noble rolled his eyes, “I’m not a child, Nyx. I know exactly what I am doing, I know exactly what I am offering, and I want this.” "And yet, you’re rolling your eyes like one," Nyx countered. Noble sighed but relented. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He stepped forward, his bare chest resting against mine. “Nyx, I want to be bonded. It will make us stronger. It will protect both of us. And, in the end of it all, I only see myself wanting you.” I cleared my throat, unused to these kinds of affirmations. After what seemed like hours of contemplating, I agreed. “Alright. I agree with you, hunter. You have shown me beauty I never would have seen otherwise.” Leaning my face to his neck, I checked one last time. “You’re sure?” “Yes.” With that final word, my fangs extended from my mouth and sunk into the pulse point on his neck.
@asteyni.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:28 AM

Surprised I don't have this one yet, but I do have a synonym or two.

From my sci-fi conspiracy story. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

He sank into his dressing chair, and Viridian squatted down to clean the wound. Xe wasn't gentle. It hurt like a motherfucker. Viridian expertly sandwiched complaints and censure between schedule updates, but all of it fell on deaf ears. He hadn't lost that much blood—at least, he hadn't thought so—but the fading adrenaline and throbbing pain made it difficult to focus on anything else. His lieutenant mechanically stripped him out of his clothes and left him alone in the bathroom with stern instructions to finish cleaning himself up. Naturally, Rei ignored those entirely and curled up on the floor with his cheek and brow pressed against the cold marble tile.
@bumblebigirl.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:23 AM

#WIPSnips "Pulse" (using "beat" instead)

How long does a mind last?

Once a mind’s out of its housing then how long does it survive? It’s something no one has ever been able to test before, but I’m about to discover firsthand. Perhaps I only exist until the machine makes another me. Manufacturing a human body can’t be easy right? I should have a little while. A little while to do what, exactly? Right now I can talk to myself, and that’s about it. Come on, Kinley, think. If I’ve fallen into this gap between cosmic sofa cushions, maybe Ruby has too. There has to be something of her left, there has to be, or else I’ve just gone and fucked myself for nothing. I try to call out, but I don’t have a voice and there’s nowhere for the sound to travel anyway. Oh bloody hell, what if I am just stuck here alone? What if this is all that there is now, my mind sealed off in some bubble floating through the void? Somehow, even in the absence of a heart to beat faster or glands to produce sweat, I’m starting to feel scared. Can’t do that. Got to find a way. I’ll freak out about this later when so much isn’t at stake. I’ve never had much in the way of power over my circumstances, but here I am all that is. Surely I can decide what form my little chunk of reality takes? Perhaps, if I concentrate hard enough, I can give it a shape. Turn it into something searchable.
@ralanr.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:15 AM

There really isn't a polite way to use the word 'spawn' when describing a person.

#WIPSnips

<White background, black text> Alistair rested his cane beside him as he sat down. He took no part in the quail in front of him and turned away the veal when offered. His hunger came secondary to finding the young master. “So, Baron Bleu, we’ve come to your home with the hopes of finding someone.” “The spawn of Count Gol, yes?” Baron Bleu said, half smiling, half sucking the succulent meat from a crab leg. Alistair’s stone face hid his rising pulse. “Yes. How did you know?” “Murrin is interested in forming an alliance with Count Gol. Personally it’s beyond my interest, but Murrin is a close friend so if he asks for my assistance I offer it wholeheartedly. Worry not, your charge is coming here and shall arrive tonight.” Tonight? Alistair would have leapt from his seat if not for his weak leg. “How do you know this?” “I have my methods.”
@redhawkkj.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:14 AM

The anticipation of Maddy's very first kiss with a woman had her *pulse* thrumming.

Women's Fiction w/sapphic romance series
#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic

@redhawkkj.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:14 AM

A few cultures use an oil & scrape stick to clean skin. Having the person one has a crush on performing the manuever is bound to make a groin *pulse*.

Western w/sapphic romance series
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@redhawkkj.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:13 AM

Anyone else own one of the multi-stage flashlights & scared themself by accidentally switching the steady beam to the strobe one?. The slower-*pulsed* SOS doesn't lower the heart rate much.

Sapphic romance/? WIP ~1st MC's POV
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic

@adregem.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:11 AM

From Losing Your Backward: Joric has just made a sudden inexplicable appearance in the cab Fion is riding in #WIPSnips #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Fantasy #SFF #FantasySky #GasLamp #TimeTravel

Fion’s gaze roved the floorboards, the ceiling, and the rest of the unlikely places an adult male might be able to hide inside a hansom cab, then back to her surprise companion. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, but the parts of her mind that were supposed to react to danger and seek reasonable explanations for inexplicable things were strangely mute. Joric leaned back in his seat, chest still heaving. “I think you might need an explanation for that.” “That would be lovely. Thank you.” He eyed her sideways. “It’s … uh … would it surprise you to hear that I don’t have a good one?” She sighed. “Not in the slightest.”
@charliedeltawrites.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:11 AM

October 12th – pulse

#AnthropomorphicNovel, today!

Ray deals with the aftermath of a small car accident she was just in.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

I wrenched the door open and stumbled out, then glanced back at the other car. The succubus hadn’t moved. If I left her there, she would burn alive. Perhaps a fitting end for her, but I couldn’t just sit here and let her die. I limped across the distance. The flames were gaining in intensity, so I needed to hurry. I tried the door handle, but the crash had warped the frame, and I couldn’t get it open. The window was broken, however, so I knocked out the remaining pebbles of glass with my elbow, then reached in, unbuckled Carla’s seat belt and hauled her out onto the grass. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, my back screamed in protest, but I got her out. I dragged Carla up onto the road and over to the other shoulder then checked her pulse; it was strong and steady, but she hadn’t stirred. I bound her feet and hands with plastic ties, just to be safe. Then I leaned back against a tree and watched the flames bubble the paint on my black Mazda. Maybe I could just tell the Geico guy that it had been stolen.
@redhawkkj.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:11 AM

*Pulsed* Who else thinks the same as Syd when presented with a set of magnificent ta-ta's?

Sapphic romance/? WIP ~2nd MC's POV
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic

@wipsnips.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:11 AM

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips!

The word for October 12th is "pulse"

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 12 - pulse Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner
@writingrachel.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 4:40 AM

After Jimmy and I were officially husband and wife we walked down the aisle and his cousins had set up the broom."Ready gorgeous" we jumped the broom then headed to our receiving line area. #WIPSnips it happened this way

@reindeerarebetter.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 4:01 AM

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #fanfiction "cousin"

It only recently occurred to me that Elrond maybe cannot be High King of the Noldor for the same reason Celebrimbor was passed over.

image Elrond took the stairs two at a time. An urgent summons to Ereinion was unusual; they had reached a comfortable stage of expecting to see one another at some point every day, or every other at most, and most business simply waited until such an encounter. There seemed little point in trying to guess what might cause such urgency, and yet his curiosity made such guessing irresistible. Thus he greeted the High King with “Dragon attack?” “What? Oh, no. I might prefer one. The sentries upon Mordor have sent word that Sauron has brought his orcs to heel and mustered an army. They march most likely upon Celebrimbor and Celeborn, in numbers too vast for the warriors there to confront. Celebrimbor asks our aid.” A serious matter, then, though a flame of excitement burned. “Then my cousin shall have it.” “Hush. Of course he will, but must you call him that?”
@erikatracy.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:31 AM

#WIPSnips #WritingCOmmunity "cousin"
From Book 2, Thorn Twice-Orphaned, currently in the scribble-scrabble stage of writing. Eventually this sort of rambling exposition will turn into scenes.

His uncle and aunt raised him and loved him. Their own daughter was no playmate to him, for she was grown and so were her children, but Elves live such incredibly long lives at such a leisurely pace that such a gap between cousins was no great surprise. There were other children to play and learn with, though not many. They too considered Thorn a little odd, but not a bad sort, for he had a curious and amiable nature, and the games he invented were good.
@angelgravely.blacksky.appOct 12, 2026, 2:22 AM

Today's #WIPSnips word is "cousin" but this 2-part excerpt is more so about my feelings surrounding my grandma's death and the parts of her last months that kept coming back to mind. #bvm #QueerWriters #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #memoir

Mostly, I've been thinking about conversations that happened when my cousin was staying with my grandma in the hospital. Like the day he asked me if I was coming back up there to visit my grandma again and I told him no because I had school. I don't know why but I almost wish I had told him the full truth. I almost wish I had told anybody in my family. Maybe, I just want confirmation they understood. I didn’t go back up there a second time once my mom came home on emergency leave because I knew if I did, I would never come back. Not to grad school. Not to my dream. Not to the near grasp I have on the layers of this calling that still evade me. How could I finish grad school after watching my grandma die? How could I live through this hell with her pain as my last living memory of her? I was never strong enough to survive that with my hopes and dreams in tact. Maybe, I'm selfish or weak or a little bit of both, but I always felt — I still feel — like my grandma understood and was okay with it. She never once asked me to take another trip up there and we talked every day until she couldn't. Even when she had my cousin call me in the middle of the night, when I felt so certainit was the moment, she would ask and I’d throw everything away to be with her, she only told me she loved again and again until I told her she needed to rest. She had to have known if she had asked me to come, I would have dropped everything for her. She had to have known, I would have dropped out of school and never looked back. I don’t know what I would have gotten out of explaining that to my cousin. Maybe, I just wanted someone to tell me explicitly it was okay. To make the hard choice instead of going to be with her. To believe that it was the choice she wanted me to make.
@maikelyarimizu.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 1:34 AM

#WIPSnips for Oct. 11 is 'cousin'

Several instances to choose from in the #mythic fantasy, many of them figurative or general, but here's one that's simply a factual relation

excerpt from 'How a Wife Found Lohiau' in 'Sea of Life, Heart of Fire' by Maikel Yarimizu the word 'cousin' is highlighted -- The girls all hopped from their seats, honoring the bride and groom with a dance. Keilani stood among their number, and if her dance was not the most elegant or graceful, then so what? It was the feeling that mattered, of the music moving through the limbs. Leinani already knew how she was; her older sister should have expected no less than the enthusiastic flailing of limbs that was her usual dance. She made sure to wave and wink to Lohiau as well. “A wonderful performance,” said her sister when Keilani sat herself next to the wedding daïs for a chat. “Very moving, was it not?” Leinani nudged her now-husband. “Hm? Oh yes. The emotion was palpable,” said Master Hau. A smile skewed her face. “You need not lie, you know. I managed to kick Cousin Luana, and she was not even next to me.” “Only the once…” “Twice.” Keilani snorted. “Perhaps I can have Puanani teach me some moves.” “All that one thinks about is her ball game,” said Master Hau. “Though I suppose there is that display at the start which could be compared to dancing…” His chuckle was deep and rumbling. “But if it is to impress someone in particular which you desire, I would advise you to stay true to your strengths, rather than compete upon an uneven field.” She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Ah, well, I suppose that is true.”
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:24 AM

G'morning #WIPSnips!
Milly catches some of the students poking at something they shouldn't be, all while the manor is in crisis mode, so there are better times for this, not now.
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“You know you shouldn’t be around here before we’ve finish checking the perimeter, and especially shouldn’t be poking at expensive-“ My words are cut off by a… thing glowing brighter and brighter, and my eyes finally falls on the item the students were so enamoured with. It looks like a glass ball surrounded by three intersecting rings, like if Saturn got drunk and stole all the other planets’ rings and wore them like bandoleers. The glass sphere pulsed with new energy from somewhere, and so did the rings, brighter and brighter and brighter… and then the light within surged outward to cover the inside of the library with a coating layer of fireflies. We all stare at the new development for a second, unsure of what’s about to happen when the entire room shifts and changes in an instant, from an expansive but crowded library to a small kitchen. It feels familiar… but not my familiar. Somehow I’m cognisant that the familiarity rest with someone else. With… with Sibu? What? How would I know this? Someone is cooking happily, and I see that all the appliances are worn and cheap but well maintained. The walls are cracked and threadbare, but kept as well as they can be. Colourful patterns are evident everywhere, and the air feels warm and dry. It feels like… like Sibu’s home.