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@licoricemint.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 5:14 AM

#AwesomeCharacters #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #LicoriceAndMint 

It depends on the situation. Multistage is prone to problems. Best to set hard strats and consider contingencies in case things go sideways

@licoricemint.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 5:12 AM

#AwesomeCharacters #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #LicoriceAndMint 

Hole in the Wall. Nat and Vola would feel uncomfy otherwise.

@licoricemint.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 5:11 AM

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #LicoriceAndMint

From One Bad Tuesday: Ch. 10 - We All Fall Down

archiveofourown.org/series/3436765

She was still hanging onto Vola’s arm, and thank goodness. If Vola had thought she was close to fainting earlier, that was nothing compared to right now. “Y…you want me to…join you?”

A chorus of “yeses” echoed around the table. Artie cleared his throat again. “Between what we’ve seen today and what you contribute ‘anonymously’ online, Ms. Falone, yes. I think you would be a great addition to our little group.”
@vhkingsink.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 2:34 AM

#WIPSnips 7 Oct: compare

Gigi was reminding him to see Judith through different eyes. Whose eyes, he wasn't sure, but it helped him think through how Judith thought they were perceived by others and then compare that to how he saw Judith.

#BlackWriters #QueerWriters #WriteSky

@licoricemint.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 12:43 AM

#Octember #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #LicoriceAndMint #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Vola would be obsessed with the Fresno Nightcrawler and Nat would totally fall for a selkie.

@licoricemint.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 12:41 AM

#QueerPrompts #LicoriceAndMint #QueerWriters #lesfic #sapphic #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Yep. But from a counter culture perspective of learning to express yourself against what society says you should be. Nat and Melody are the biggest tales of this.

@licoricemint.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 12:40 AM

#QueerPrompts #LicoriceAndMint #QueerWriters #lesfic #sapphic #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

We have 7 Lesbians introduced so far: Nat, Mara, Ceres, Zaya, Denise, Merz, and her not-girlfriend

@turned-the-page.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 9:12 PM

#LGBTQWriteAThon

Masks? Oh yes. Masking his scars. Masking his identity. Masking his feelings. Honestly I don't know if there's a thing he doesn't mask...

@rebeccafrostwrites.com #queerwriters #writingcommunity #lgbtqwriters

@nectar-vam77.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 7:32 PM

#Lgbtqwriteathon #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters #Lgbtqwriters #WIP

Bethany wears a metaphorical mask of self-denial; denying that she's "abnormal" (autistic & bisexual) in a judgy, 1920s era small town that sees her as an outcast/misfit.

@sayaashrah.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 3:52 PM

I've finished writing the Sareena/Sonya Kinktober short story but still need to edit it, which I may or may not do this week. Here's another sneak peek:

#NetherTouchedSareena #QueerWriters

Licking her lower lip, Sareena trailed her claws over toned abs until her hand slipped inside the folds of the robe to find her prize. She fondled and stroked Sonya’s breast before pinching and squeezing a stiff nipple harder and harder, watching carefully to see if pleasure would turn into pain—but it didn’t, and Sareena relished the small whimper that came out of the monk’s throat when she sat up and teased the other nipple in her mouth.

At the same time, Sonya dexterously untied Sareena’s shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it aside. Breathing heavier than she did when kicking those practice targets, the monk studied Sareena’s naked chest, and part of Sareena wanted to conceal all the scars and poorly healed wounds. But she didn’t, neither with jokes nor magic, for she had grown tired of wearing all her masks.

Besides, from the way Sonya traced the jagged lines and curves, sending shockwaves down Sareena’s stomach, she very much enjoyed the sight.

“I guess you have plenty of experience with demons.”

“You could say that.”

Mischief twinkled in the monk’s hazel eyes. “Tell me, then, what’s the best way to kill a devil?”
@markfrommusings.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 3:45 PM

This week: A-ha in the 90s and beyond. And I really had nothing else to run.

#queerwriters
#musicwriting

markedwardrandall.substack.com/p/bubbling-u...

@vwsteele.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 3:42 PM

Writers: Name a non-literary influence on your writing (Taken from Threads)

Mine:

Horny Dungeons and Dragons

#writingcommunity #QueerWriters #lgbtqwriters

@morganrose-writer.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 2:09 PM

Zen wears a bark beetle helmet and Rune wears a milkweed beetle one. They also both wear oxygen masks since the air is toxic.

Azraa doesn't have to wear these things since she has the forest's blessing but she will to fit in when going into populated areas

#LGBTQWriteathon #queerwriters

@alvara.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 1:06 PM

If Niot can goad his captor into taking him along on the royal hunt, perhaps he can stop young Prince Philip from doing something rash.

Except Niot may have underestimated how easily the tension between him and Wolfstanus could become something more than hostility.

#WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

"Are you sure that you won't be bored?"

Wolfstanus stopped in his tracks then. He didn't even try to force his way past as Niot leaned more into his path. Instead, his eyes met Niot's with a pointed turn of his head and a raise of his brow, silently prompting Niot to continue. The air shifted. A chance was given.

"Merely watching royals hunt?" Niot dropped his voice a bit, daring to get in Wolfstanus's face a bit more than he liked as he pressed his intent on going as hard as he could. "It's not like you can take the kill. You're going out there to scare the boar into your prince's path. Are you even allowed to get a single stab in? Or are you just a baying hound for your lord? Not a drop of blood yours for the taking, Wolf. You'll be exhausted with the whole affair within the hour and we both know the hunt could go on until evening."

Something shifted in Wolfstanus's jaw. It seemed that Niot had hit the nail on the head and even managed to strike a little bit of a nerve while doing so. A victory.

Yet the Englishman's smile didn't lessen. In fact, he stood strong against Niot's taunt within his personal space.

Meanwhile, Niot had realized he had gotten a fair bit closer than he had thought he would. There was only a hair's breadth between them now. He had expected Wolfstanus to do something, anything, but the man had stayed perfectly still. It spiked his heart rate being this unnervingly close.

"And your presence would change that how?" Wolfstanus challenged. His eyes dropped for a single word. Niot caught that the man had glanced at his lips this close.

Neither acknowledged the fumble, however.

Niot ignored his own reaction to it. The heightened senses of how close they stood and how it was not all intimidation anymore, as much as he denied it entirely in the very second he observed it. The fact that he forgot for just a second what they had been talking about as the tension changed into something else caught him completely off guard.
@fae-author.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 1:04 PM

Veronica wears a metaphorical mask in that she is a devil pretending to be a demon. She has a fae artifact that just makes people think she's one. Ironically she feels most like herself while doing so, it gives her the freedom to do what she wants

#LGBTQWriteAThon #queerwriters #wlw #sapphicromance

@sayaashrah.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 12:01 PM

#WIPSnips 7. "Comparison"

Patience, Mileena, patience. (I have the exact same thought towards drawing, though, so... 🤷🏽‍♀️)

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #MileenaSuêòng #ShangTsung #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

Mileena sighed. Yes, spiritual magic was powerful and beautiful, but extremely difficult to manipulate, let alone master. She still had much to learn before she could become even half the mystic that Shang Tsung was. Before she could make him proud.

“Have patience, Mileena. You’re just beginning to learn what I have been practising for longer than you have been alive.” More than two thousand years of constant studies, magical exercises, and martial arts practices. It gave Mileena a headache just thinking about it. Her connection with arcane magic, and even the little cultivation she engaged in, seemed so much simpler by comparison.

“Maybe I’m just not made for this.”
@corvidarcana.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 11:40 AM

Big giveaway happening on Instagram!! Want a free ebook?? www.instagram.com/p/DeKr0wWGkT...

Don’t have an instagram account but want a chance to get my queer seafaring fantasy book? Reply to this post AND share it (must do both!) and I’ll count you in!😊

#booksky #queerwriters #queerbooks

I'm giving away 29* ebooks!

*because I'M turning 29! that's one book for each year ive been alive!Winners will be picked on
OCTOBER 10th
(that's my birthday!)Falling. Frigid steel. Sharp, acidic pain. A mounting desperation to escape, even if it means diving into the ocean's unforgiving depths.
This is all Stranger can remember.
When the crew of the Vengeance rescues them from certain death at the hands of Midir's endless ocean, the gruff and obstinate Captain Jonah Morgan is quick to interrogate. Who are they? Where did they come from?
Why was somebody drawing their blood?
But Stranger has no answers, not even a name to call their own. The only information they can offer is a description of the man who had tortured them.
Slowly, they realize their missing memories play not only a pivotal role in their own personal identity, but also in the grander entanglement of mortality and the divine. The God King Einari's cataclysmic Great Flood had ravaged Midir one thousand years ago—an act of divine rage that had drowned continents and killed billions. But even now, the prospect of human extinction looms beneath the endless waves.
Somewhere, locked away in Stranger's missing memories, is the key to human salvation.
@milosometimes.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 11:34 AM

Oh absolutely! Throughout the whole story, there's a clear difference in what the main character feels and what's considered "socially acceptable" to feel by those around him.

He often hides his actual thoughts/feelings.

#LGBTQWriteAThon #queerwriters

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