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@sainiku.northsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 6:32 AM

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Of course, we have to talk about my blue boy, Cameron! He's Jane's best friend and loyal companion!

They have a 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 platonic love, and see each other more as siblings, rather than friends.

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My royal guard, Cameron Shole, had been my best friend ever since we met. He grew up at the castle, and we practically spent our whole lives together. Because angels age much slower than humans, it meant that Cam’s mixed ancestry caused him to grow up faster than I did. Though, even once I finally reached adulthood, he still ended up being a head taller than me. We spent so much time together, that strangers would sometimes mistaken me as his little sister. It wasn’t very hard to see a resemblance, we were both pale, had brown hair and blue eyes — though his were closer to a teal color. He eventually got so sick of people comparing us, that he began dyeing his hair a deep ocean blue, one of the royal colors of Sothara. It didn’t really help, but he kept it anyway.
@pauldixon.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 6:24 AM

From Second Carpathians (spoiler alert: this does not go well)

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Then she returned to stand directly in front of him, a little closer than seemed strictly necessary. “So,” she said, “I’m your handler, Per. A group of us have been assigned to you Aldan’s World colonists, but…” And here she leaned in closer still, her eyes darkening (retinal staining, he would later learn; color on demand), their original topaz turning a smoldering brown that seemed to imply a certain intimacy. “I’m all yours.” “Uh, okay,” he stammered. Her scent had changed as well, or maybe just grown stronger. He felt a brief, uncomfortable sexual thrill, like something pressed upon him that he hadn’t asked for, but alluring at the same time. “You’ve been given a new assignment,” she said, with a slight smile that seemed to imply she was aware of his discomfort, and it was perfectly fine with her — expected, really. “It’s utterly marvelous. The best imaginable.” “What do I have to do?” “We’re going to turn you into a model.” “Of what?” he asked sincerely. She laughed at that, a pure, bright, high tone, her eyes changing colors again, now flashing crystalline blue. He laughed along with her, nervously, not understanding why what he had said was funny. Her arrival was like a comet striking a planet: one moment all was peaceful, then a bright light in the sky, and now he felt like someone had calved a moon from reality as he had understood it. “Per Aldan,” she said, “you are going to be a star.”
@tarasgeir.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 6:17 AM

A description of one of the more destitute areas of the city, the religious district called the Orbo. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Worn statues and moss covered buildings lined the weed-covered streets. The only plants that grew this low in the city and they grew in abundance. Damp clutched the foundations of the once pristine temples and the few remaining acolytes begged in the street. Their hand-me-down robes were once blue and white but were now grey and worn. Karl put his hand over his heart as he passed each of them. He may have no funds to share but he had respect. Strope mirrored Karl but it was half-hearted and he cringed in embarrassment as they passed each of them. Most of them were children, the Orbo took in any unwanted child and the elders of the district did their best to find them adoptive parents or apprenticeships once they reached the age of five. These were the ones who no one wanted to take on and Strope felt a degree of sympathy for them. If it hadn't been for his aunt then it was likely he would have joined their fate.
@sainiku.northsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 6:08 AM

#LitHodgepodge

Jane's home was a castle, literally. It was safety and comfort, that she felt forced to leave behind.

Also, lots of ruins and tunnels/structures filled with mysteries to discover, including an entire ancient city hidden underground.

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@jessfaulks.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 6:04 AM

From the opening passage of "Black Sheep" number 1: self-confessed degenerate, Sarah Miller considers what to do with her last, French cigarette.

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(reposting after I forgot alt text)

Sarah Miller sighed in the silence of her rented Toyota and shook the pack of cigarettes. A single Gauloises Blue rattled inside, the lone survivor of her layover in the Charles de Gaulle airport. Each of its predecessors was burned under duress any chance she got between there and here in bumfuck Oregon. Now she had to decide between smoking it, sneaking behind her rental RAV4 in the gravel parking lot of this dated and decaying, slightly culty hotel chain her family loved so much, or saving for the inevitable aftermath of whatever explosion her arrive would be catalyst to. Her fortieth birthday was in a few months. She’d managed to avoid thinking about it as years blew by in a blur of travel, partying, and fucking college girls traveling the world on their gap years.
@paulhikari.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:24 AM

Haven't done one of these in a while. Anyway, here's Gil Dong meeting Makoto for the first time.

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At the opposite end of the arena, I saw my opponent: a girl around my age with flowing, chest-length black hair, brown eyes, and lightly tan skin. She wore a dark blue T-shirt with a white dragon silhouette snaking across the front and long, black pants to match her hair. I had to admit, if she’d ease up that overly serious expression of hers, she’d be kinda cute, but now wasn’t the time to think of that. From "King of Blades", available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookshop, and more via Books2Read: https://books2read.com/king-of-blades
@ddwardiswriting.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:17 AM

The #WIPSnips word for October 13th is "blue"

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Blair passed a guard, then she stopped and looked back. “Excuse me?” The guard turned back. She was taller than Blair, six feet even and wider than Blair. The soldier wore a sallet helm that covered the top of her face. An eye slit revealed beautiful blue eyes. The guard nodded. “Yes? You’re the new girl right? Lady Wander, was it? You’re related to Lady Battle Ax, aren’t you?” Blair nodded back. “Yes, I’m Blair. Lady Battle Ax is my grandmother. I guess I’m the new girl. I haven’t been called a girl in some time though.” The guard smiled, “I’m Runa. And that’s fair. Her excellency calls the captives: her girls. You’re right though. You’re a woman, not a girl.” “I’m a hunter.” Blair clarified.
@redhawkkj.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:14 AM

Dinah 'T's' SIL's crystal-*blue* eyes.

Women's Fiction w/sapphic romance series
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@redhawkkj.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:14 AM

Anyone else been plagued by that *blue*-shaded afterimage? Worst time for me was when the DMV woman said my photo was blurry & immediately retook the image.

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

In Key's opinion, Syd changing the subject out of the *blue* was a positive thing.

Sapphic romance/? WIP ~1st MC's POV
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@charliedeltawrites.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:12 AM

October 13th – blue

Av’ry gets to visit the hot springs!

#DawnsBlood

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It had an otherworldly quality to it, wreathed in fog infused with a strange blue glow. Av’ry blinked owlishly, reaching a hand out to touch the localized cloud that they had wandered into. He took a brief mental inventory of how much he had had to drink. Plenty, but not enough to explain this. Alessa pushed him inside and shut the door. “Don’t just stand and gawk. You’ll let all the steam out.” “What is this?” He gawked anyway. “My favorite place.” She smiled. “It’s a natural hot springs.” That certainly explained the heat. “Why is everything glowing?” “Bioluminescent moss.” She brushed her hand over one wall, bringing it away covered in the same glow. “Wow.” He couldn’t even see the springs through the mist. “It’s beautiful. Gives the stars a run for their money.” Alessa smiled, pleased by his reaction. “And it’s not just pretty to look at. It feels amazing, too. Wait until you get in.” “Oh, we are going for a dip?” “Of course! You can’t appreciate a hot spring standing dry on the side.”
@redhawkkj.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:12 AM

Anyone else ever fallen victim to the dreaded faux-leatherette sofa/couch? *blue* or otherwise?

Sapphic romance/? WIP ~2nd MC's POV
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@adregem.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:11 AM

From Miraculous Horrors: Riven just told off Hadrian for filing her closet with nothing but frilly dresses #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SciFi #ScienceFiction #SFF

A three-tiered silver serving tray sat between them, laden with more pastries than two people could be expected to eat. Greek statuettes watched them from the corners of the room through trails of peach and yellow begonias, and sunlight slanted into the room through the glass domed ceiling, bathing everything in glittering white light and making Hadrian’s eyes look glacial blue. “You’re an asshole,” she announced. His face lit with glee. “What? Why? I didn’t say you couldn’t have pants.” She groaned. “Because you fucking exist, Hadrian. You’re an asshole for existing.” He chuckled and passed her a croissant. “Oh. Well. I’ll try harder not to exist.”
@wipsnips.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 5:11 AM

The #WIPSnips word for October 13th is "blue"

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WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 13 - blue 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
@mike256bit.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 3:34 AM

It’s been a minute! Let’s jump back in with a glimpse of our two constable cadets trying to get some very important papers from a very annoyed civil servant.

🧽“It’S a CoUrT oRdEr” 🧽

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The scribes who were stationed at each of the desk-like machines turned to look at the two men trying to collect their respective papers, lowering dark-tinted glasses so they could get a better view of the calamity. “I understand, but this isn’t a request, sir, it’s a court order. Compliance isn’t optional.” The manager, who had turned to admonish the men for being careless, snapped his head around so quickly his glasses slipped to the very tip of his nose. “It’s too early and I’m too old to tolerate being threatened by a pup, young miss.” “Watch it,” Korbas barked, straightening to his full height. Padima leaned forward, studying the stress that pulsed in the man’s temple veins. “It’s okay, Korbas.” She leaned on the counter and smiled faintly. “What’s the problem? You knew we were coming, I know my boss seemed confident they’d be ready. Was it you who spoke to him?” Taken from part four of “The Fourth Sigil” Book One of “The Seeker”
@gmgray.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 3:26 AM

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Rare example of me writing a sexy scene, but don't worry. It's sexy in a "I just killed a bunch of people and have PTSD" way 😌

Twining his good arm around Lizavette’s waist, Alexei pulled her into his lap. She hesitated at first before shifting to accommodate. Careful to avoid his scrapes and bruises, she buried her face into his long hair. Alexei was filthy with dirt and sweat, and his arm ached, but he didn’t care. Lizavette was a welcome weight, and Alexei pressed his head against her chest. He felt the rise and fall of her breath and the steady pulse of her heartbeat. The smell of jasmine was almost enough to conceal Alexei’s own stench of blood and gunpowder. With his good hand, Alexei started to unbutton her dress. Soon Lizavette’s hair clip joined her garments on the floor, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Alexei closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of flowers, trying to imagine the place Sammy described from his childhood — a place of lush greenery and vast pools of water. Brightly-colored birds and soft breezes. Alexei ignored the feel of the gun-calluses on his fingers and hands, just as he ignored the way Lizavette traced the tattoo on his chest. Snake jaws. The mark of the Diamond Heads. Right now, he did not want any of that. Right now, he wanted everything in the world to be as gentle and loving as Lizavette — including himself.
@unusedopenings.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 2:00 AM

You dont get used to anything here. Nothing is customary.

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@lisalhilton.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 1:43 AM

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I have been imagining this scene for a loooong time. I'm pleased with how it turned out. Someone else showed up in it that I hadn't realized existed until after the first draft was done!

He tried to say, “Azza,” but his lungs convulsed again. Blood oozed into the linen of her clothes from scraped skin. Her lips were blue. He felt for her pulse. It was thin and fast. She was dying. No! They won’t take another one! Excerpt from the Queen's Waterman by Lisa L Hilton