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@pjccahill.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 11:19 PM

#WIPSnips - Demon King Daughter -
Gonna grab from DKD this week! This is one of my exposition-heavy sequences to explain blessings and blessed weapons, especially with how Himari's unique holy magic affects them. This moment is a cute detail within it.
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Kyoka giggled. "Sorry, poor phrasing. Himari, you know how you make your magic flow out of your body? The way that feels?"
"Of course," Himari affirmed, quite casual, just still confused.
"Let the spear ride the current. Just send the magic through it up from your hands, as if it's just part of your power."
Himari had trouble comprehending that, but she settled back a moment, and relaxed her hands open. She closed her eyes and focused. Seina could plainly see soft waves of golden light starting to writhe up and gently pulse upward from Himari's hands.
And the next instant, the spear weightlessly floated up, emitting a gentle chime within the magic as it coursed over with Himari's power.
Kyoka grinned, a sincerely fond warmth in her gaze as she admired Himari's magic.
Himari slowly opened her eyes, and was stunned to see the spear floating. "Oh my God!" she couldn't help blurting out, and her shock was sincere enough that her magic halted, and the incredibly heavy spear dropped to her hands, immediately starting to yank her to the ground.

@shaenon.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 10:45 PM

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Id didn’t say anything for a minute. The drunks went on arguing. At last she said, “You wanna lay on me?”

“I don’t see how that would help.”

“I’d be super close to protect you. Also I’m cold.”

“So am I. Okay, then.” Carcosa scooted over and, after a moment’s consideration, rested her head on Id’s chest. The wave of relief took her by surprise. Id was soft and warm and smelled like the place she needed to be.

“This is great,” said Id. “I’m already warmer and not terrified.”

“Thank you, Id.” Carcosa shut her eyes and drifted into cradling darkness, guided by a firm biologic pulse. Her eyes shot open.

“Id,” she said. “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Really? Cool.”

“I don’t know why that surprises me. It’d be more surprising if you didn’t have one. And cause for concern.”

@leeheffer.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 10:19 PM

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Neither Fish Nor Fowl

@rk-phoenix-author.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 10:18 PM

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12. Pulse

Sintadil Magical College doesn't employ guards. Why bother when you can simply bar non-mages from entering?
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@thedarkthreshold.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 9:40 PM

The night nurse takes the pulse before she reads the chart, because the chart has been wrong for six nights. Tonight the pulse is steady and strong. The man in the bed died Tuesday. #WIPSnips

@phanversace.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 9:35 PM

"Alright, you, you can't be breaking into the fridge!" Jin held the baby #fuzzy manticore and returning it to the Beasts yard. It was the #cousin of the resident chimeras. He felt the #pulse of the feisty beast nipping him and whacking him with the scorpion tail. #WIPSnips

@dyre.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 9:28 PM

This word is used as a measurement of time in #WakeandGlaer so I have it a lot but I am not sure I shared this one yet...so...

Here you go, #WIPSnips

Morin was not in her office fondling odd black crystals as she wished to be.
A pair of fawns anxious enough to earn her ears beat down her door and told her a yearling stag went overboard. They didn't recognize the stag, but yelling dragged them from their cots in the nursery and they watched...as some tree-borne terror towering too tall blurred from a hall to grab him, to fold him and toss him through a porthole.
"E mifyr!" They'd cried, over and over until she soothed them and allowed them to curl up in her bed.
Where they remained as she stormed up narrow steps to the pace, to the cheln's neck and the bone-carved ladder leading to an olhm-shell lookout and helm drilled into its skull. Looking back at thick, greasy waters too dark to see much more than the shimmer of scaly beasts through, Morin did not see any yearlings, but she wouldn't for their speed.
"How many yearlings are onboard?" She asked her Eyes, dutifully keeping watch on the storm ahead of them.
The yearling doe, Tuln blinked, considered and spoke in that precise order, "Just me, Cap. Rest are adult crew or rescued fawns. Is this about Lyrt?" Morin turned from her vigil tailward to find a smirk on her Eyes and a taunting tone on the doe's tongue, "Saw him splashin' tailward half a pulse passed and he didn't go for that swim willing."
"You sounded no alarms, Tuln...you are meant to sound the alarms," She said it low but dismissive, sighing after.
While Tuln chuckled. "Like any would try and fish him out. Waste of breaths better spent on duties."
"So it was Lyrt, not some unknown yearling..." Morin wasn't asking.
Answered anyway, "Was, and don't pretend you aren't glad. He didn't belong onboard and was a liability to any doe not too young t--"

@karamoonauthor.com Oct 12, 2026, 9:11 PM

#WIPSnips "pulse"

from A Prayer for the Pirate Queen 🏴‍☠️ 💜 ⚓️ currently in third draft revisions

Perhaps it would be easier to deal with the unconscious men than the ones staring accusingly at her from the masts. She stopped at the side of the next victim she came across, a brunette man a little older than her first patient, with few visible injuries. Dropping to a squat, she felt the side of his neck.

No pulse.

And now that she looked properly, the blood was starting to seep out from under him. His coat was absorbing a lot of it, hence her false hope of saving him.

She moved onto the next, then the next, dead, all dead, until a hand at her elbow yanked her back to standing.

Kallista, blood-smeared, with colour in her face and a sheen of sweat from the fighting, regarded her with a quirked eyebrow. "Doctor Philistos? I appreciate your eagerness, but you really ought to stay on the Paxos to receive your patients."

@ladypenni.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 8:58 PM

"Miss Handled" #WIPSnips

@shawnmklimek.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 8:22 PM

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A shocking amount of spattered blood stained the cushioned chairs and carpets he had hitherto associated with comfort, quickening his #pulse and exacerbating his nicotine craving.

@jlizhill.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 7:40 PM

From the Vampire and the Vintage.

Kathian forces Jehani to make a difficult but necessary confession.

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Before he could go on, they shook their head. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear any excuses for why you couldn’t care about all of them being treated like meat, not even the one you told me was your friend. I’m supposed to believe that it’s somehow different now? That doesn’t even make any sense, Jehani.”

They tried to make for the door and his cowardice nearly let them go. At the last second, he grabbed their wrist, oh so gently. He needed them to stop, but wouldn’t hurt them to make it happen. They halted without turning to face him. Fine, he could deal with that. “Please, let me finish, and I swear it is the truth of the matter.”

“Fine.”

“I had a change of heart. I met this new Vintage, a beautiful young mortal who was wild and recalcitrant and absolutely rude the first time I saw them.” The anger he could feel vibrating through them, hear in their rapid pulse, ebbed just a little and he tried not to hope too much. “I got to know you in a way I didn’t even with Terrence. Who you are, what you think and feel.”

He released their wrist and walked around face them. They were still mad enough to look away, yet when he laid a hand along their jaw and gently turned them back to look at him, they didn’t resist. Was that a hint of hope he saw trying to crowd out the anger in those beautiful eyes? He forced himself to go on.

“I looked at the past, and the realities the future offered, and saw both with new eyes. I have regrets I didn’t before, but it’s so much more than that. I can’t bring myself to subject you to any part of it. As for your blood, it’s yours to share, or not, as you wish.”

@scandalfrombohemia.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 7:26 PM

#WIPSnips: pulse

I've never done coke, so I'm hoping this isn't way off

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Finally, the night was over. I was relieved Matt managed to pass out in spite of being high as a kite, and I didn't need to have sex again. I lay awake as he snored, feeling each pulse of my blood and wondering what was the youngest age someone had died from a heart attack.

@evviejo.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 7:15 PM

Don't have "pulse", but I do have "heartbeat" as Iluaneh is using her healing magic to detect it.
No actual spoilers included, even though this has some significance to the plot.
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The entire village seemed to have converged on the road before Onisimu came, running frantically and elbowing his way between the onlookers. Iluaneh expected him to be the same collected. detached healer he had always been, and he was anything but As soon as his eves fell on the corpse, his iaw went slack and he went down on his knees, putting trembling hands over the boy
"Is he dead?" someone asked callously in the back of the crowd
"Dead?" someone else repeated, with dread rising in their voice and rippling through everyone assembled in the road
Iluaneh was standing close enough to extend a tread of magic to detect a heartbeat. There wasn't one. She could sense the rapid pounding in the chests of the physician, the mother, the father--but nothing from the ashen-faced boy. His red hair was like a flame atop his lifeless body. And the flames were now the only thing that awaited him
COS
The Blessed Book Two: The Cursed. chapter twenty-eight (draft three)

@jamesblynch.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 6:35 PM

From "Unifier: The Seven Labors of the White-Haired Woman"

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He raised his gun. “I’m just gonna shoot you.”
“Yeah, but if you stand that close...”
Her blade flashed out, the edge of it striking the barrel of his gun.
As soon as her weapon made impact, his exploded. A ragged pulse of energy shot out in all directions, not strong enough to take anyone off their feet, but certainly enough to stagger them. Even the queen, who rapidly patted the sparking embers that landed on her poncho.
“…I can do that,” Val finished. “And your gun shouldn’t have exploded like that.”
It was unlikely the man who’d attempted to shoot her could hear her. She couldn’t tell if he, laid out on the floor, was even conscious, but if he was, he’d likely be in too much pain. Plus, an explosion that close to his ears couldn’t be good for them.
“Oh.” As her gloved hands finished smothering the sparks that’d misted her person, she marveled at the unburned material that still slightly smoldered. “This thing’s fireproof. That’s handy.”
She looked around the place at the panicked crew, cowering against the far walls.
“Okay. Anyone have a real strong desire to be next?”

@graptopetalum.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 5:56 PM

#WIPSnips October 12 pulse
Virgin Temple Prostitute, Werdil is on a mission with priest's daughter, Mel. He suspects a girl who's travelling with him is the avatar, Aublelma and wants to rescue her.
From "Tales of Midbar: Heretical Gods" - like this? Click here: www.inkitt.com/stories/497649

Background: A fancy car parked outside a gate in a wall with lots of cacti and succulents growing on it.

Of course it was my job to do the chickens as I had training and experience of preparing sacrifices (although only me and Mel were suposed to know that). I soon realized that these had been killed in odd ways. One had a broken kneck, but with vertebre broken in a strange way, another a crushed scull, the third one's heart seemed to have exploded. Upon discovering that the fourth had had its lungs crushed, it struck me, this was the work of somebody practicing a power that did weird and destructive things to living tissue! When I realized this, I started sweating and my pulse started racing. I calmed myself and thought what to do.

"Who killed these chickens?" I asked to Mel and Quand, who were the only people in the kitchen.

They both stared blankly at me.

I'd read about things like this. This was a message. Aublelma was trying to tell me who she was and that she wanted my help.

@writingwithgrace.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 5:41 PM

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In which Soup & Co. encounter a dangerous man in the woods.

"Something about that grin made my pulse kick a little faster, like the rush I felt when I slipped on the ice in the winter."

@juliemarchbooks.bsky.social Oct 12, 2026, 5:36 PM

#WIPSnips and #Sniptober words somehow touch on the most tragic aspects of False Horizon for both main characters, but I can't share the juiciest examples because they're major spoilers 😭😭 pain and agonies!!

@aspenrayne.com Oct 12, 2026, 4:54 PM

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I am totally not spinning a wheel to see which wip the snips come from, so imagine my enjoyment when the wheel that totally doesn't exist landed on my vampire story lmao. Luckily the second main character is a werewolf.

He closed their door softly. Refastened the chain. Turned the deadbolt with a quiet click. Then just stood there for a second, the box of muffins still in his hands, his pulse a quiet roar in his ears. The smell of waxy banana and almond clung to the box, sickly sweet and cloying.