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@theeldervampire.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 2:03 AM

#FaveLineFriday #👑🗡️ Back to Fealty Among Bastards!!
Darin's internal turmoil about being in love with King Sebastian and those feelings reigniting after 12 years 🥺

Darin had kept every letter, every little gift that the prince tried sending to him. He would read them at night to help him feel human. They brought him comfort during the recovery for his grievous wound. He cherished them. There was no denying that. But he was not the same urchin boy that was given a new life as a soldier’s ward. He was not the same boy that would see the prince during his training across the grounds and try to sneak more glances. Sebastian was a sight to behold for anyone. That could be an excuse he’d give himself. Though that was not true, not to Darin. To him, he was beautiful. But he was not the same new recruit that snuck away during training to hear the prince recite speeches from an open window to the study, that met his eye more than once and in return was given the brightest of smiles. He was not the same boy that built such a strong friendship that led to his heart being torn. The scar on his face proved that. The sleepless nights, the cold sweat, the loss of warmth that used to reach his eyes. He was never going to be that boy again. So he never wrote back.
@scarletvmitchell.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 1:34 AM

#FaveLineFriday
Already shared this snip somewhere, but its some of the only new stuff I added and it tickles me.

As for the bonus?
Jack would be making a really quite good vegan, gluten-free spiced date-cake made from a bean-paste, and served rustic with a golden-syrup drizzle.
(Wait…

🧵
1/5

“Hm? Oh, I’m sure you’ll tell me if you find anything…” she sighed breezily. Did she expect him to sort through hours of footage on his own? What did she plan to do? She caught his look and paused, then one of her smirks crept onto her face and she winked. “I’ll take first watch. Friday night. You take Saturday and we’ll split last night down the middle.” It was a fair compromise and soon they were sitting quietly in their respective corners, both glaring fixedly at their screens as the previous weekend played out at triple-speed before their eyes. After a moment, Charlie dug in her bag and produced a single serving tin of spaghetti. “I’m starving. Do you mind if I lunch?” “Help yourself,” he shrugged. The sound of the tin cracking open slashed noisily through the quiet office. It was her first day at a new job, Jack reasoned. Convenience was probably her priority today. Besides, he had no right to judge. But as he was quietly justifying her nutritional choices, something else occurred to him. “Do… Did you need me to show you where the microwave is?” “Hm? Mh-mh,” she shook her head and swallowed down her mouthful. “It’s cooked before they put it in the tin,” she explained. He watched her, hunkered over her food, curled on her new chair in the corner like a goblin. “But it’s cold,” he pointed out, mystified in spite of himself. She shrugged sheepishly and continued eating, half done already. The tiniest shiver of revulsion ran down his spine and he returned to his screen. “So you’re a priest, then?” She asked a few minutes later, after setting aside the empty tin. “Hm? Yes,” Jack answered, slowing the footage down to try to track the shadows of headlights across the windows on unit sixteen. What had Ms. Taylor seen? He didn’t
@applesncinnamon.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 11:17 PM

#FaveLineFriday

A snippet from HoneysuckleWIP that I like!

Bonus Q: Micah is 100% winning this baking competition! His honey ginger cookies are always a hit, so I know he'd make a great cake! Probably a honey cake since it's Micah! 😅

Hmm, Wilder from The Bird and the Blade is getting kicked out.

Micah stood and stared at the tree. It was scarred now, marked by the act of cruelty inflicted on it for no good reason. As he gazed at the marks, his hand lifted unbidden to the scars on his throat. They were ugly things and he hated them. Another reminder of cruelty that haunted him. His fingers traced the jagged lines of scar tissue as his eyes traced the blackened marks on the tree. It was awful. He felt horrible. When he turned around, the flowers that blanketed the forest floor had changed. It was a field of forget-me-nots.
@vampireantihero.comSep 18, 2026, 10:07 PM

My #FaveLineFriday this week is probably the "thesis" of Aloe. I probably won't be around the next few fridays; taking a break after finishing edits!

A snippet from Aloe by Artemis Quinn in Acanthus' POV. It says: Alone once more, I tilted my head back and admired the fairy lights woven among the branches of a tree. I suppose retirement is off the table in terms of empathy. You never really stop helping others. As I stared up at the pretty twinkling lights, my mind was made. This is why I was fighting a losing battle. Come hell or high water, I would not abandon the people I care for again.
@thebrambler13.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 9:52 PM

Yay #FaveLineFriday!

I was sick this week so I didn't do much writing. I love this bit from my latest WIP for Raven & Bear though. It gives the knights of Cambria more variety and establishes how renowned Sir Corbyn is.

Bonus A: Bara Brith and they work together.
#Raven+Bear #WriteSky #WIP #Cymru

An excerpt from Deilenddu Forest (Raven & Bear: 9) by Bramble, in black text on a white background. A description of Sir Seren's attire and weapon, before she offers help to Sir Corbyn. Transcript: Sir Seren greeted him with a handshake. Under her hooded mantle, Sir Corbyn spotted a breastplate woven from stiff fabric rather than hammered out of metal. Odder still, she kept a small weapon holstered on one hip. While similar to his shotgun, it had a shorter barrel and fit snuggly in one hand. Instead of pellets this weapon launched barbed darts attached to wire cables. He expected no less from a knight of Idris. A fist thumped against her chest, “Sir Corbyn, we fought together on the continent when I was still a squire. Anything I can do to help you.” “I am honoured to have your aid,” the old man glanced down at Ata, whom Bedwyn sat beside. His voice cracked slightly, “I need to recover a delivery from Celliwig, our doctor has told me it might save her life.” “Then I have just the thing to help you,” Sir Seren gestured for him to follow as she hurried out of this hospital, “my workshop is close by.” [End]
@bumblebigirl.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 8:12 PM

#FaveLineFriday

“And for God’s sake, don’t eat anything with a high sugar content before passing through the proton field,” the speaker went on. He sure said “for God’s sake” a lot. Other phrases he seemed attached to included “if you value your life”, “for the safety of all human beings on this planet” and “please make sure to update your next of kin”. So much fucking drama.
@maximejaz.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 7:43 PM

#FaveLineFriday
“Splendid. Let’s eat then and to bed.” He pushed Nate away a bit, that wicked light in his green eyes. “Bed and cuddle? You look tired.”
“I look like shit.” He dared a smile.
Eric grinned. “Ever the vocabulary champion.”

@ellielieberman.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 7:20 PM

"You coming?" She had called, smile from ear to ear, walking backwards to admire him. With her arms flung wide in her joy & glee, she'd looked as fae-like as the South's ancestors.
You were not here, her letter read, You will never be here.
You did not come.
- When Morning Comes
#FaveLineFriday

When Morning Comes moodboard: Knife, snowflake, jars of herbs, seashells on sand, thread with measuring tape and thimble, tree stump surrounded by small white flower speckled green, wooden duck in black and white, desert peach, silhouette of girl with arms outstretched like she's taking flight with a background of a sunrise and a crown superimposed over top White words with a black outline When Morning Comes Ellie Lieberman 2026
@walkerharris.netSep 18, 2026, 6:48 PM

This scene that I wrote ages ago felt very unemotional, so I've had fun cranking up the emotions in revisions.

Bonus Q: AJ is used to getting flavor out of packets of dehydrated powder, so he's gone first. Finale would be Katie (who loves baking) and Rachel (who loves competition).

#FaveLineFriday

Screenshot of a work-in-progress manuscript. I take his arm and guide him a couple steps to the side. If I am going to beg, I suppose it might get awkward in front of the others. “Kyle, please stay with us?” Stay with me? I almost plead. I still need you.
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 5:50 PM

#FaveLineFriday #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WritingPrompts

You must surely know, dear reader, just how far I’ve come on these nefarious legs; I may be a walking contradiction — stumbling and falling in the face of my father’s predilections — by now you must have guessed —

[WIP Denouement Days]

@writinginsawdust.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 5:18 PM

My favourite line is Harley's Mom telling Detective Bushart
"that boy wasn't worth the bottle of wine & 3 minutes it took to knock me up"

If anyone is baking it's Edward making his famous scratch cake. As his ex said,
"Just don't ask what he was scratching when he made it"
#FaveLineFriday

@maruthauthor.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 4:56 PM

#FaveLineFriday

Current WIP

@voswalen.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 4:55 PM

#FaveLineFriday

#writingprompts

CHOMP CHOMP

Blue background, purple font. It's gigantic maw opened wider, as if to smile and proudly show me the multiple rows of glistening jagged teeth that were aching to shred me apart.
@dahliazhenwrites.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 4:50 PM

#FaveLineFriday

Wesley's got this. he's fine

Writing Excerpt: In truth, he did mind being inspected by three strangers in front of a captive audience while every choice he made could ruin Clara’s future forever, but he fascinated himself with a spot of dust by his shoe, and pretended he was undergoing a routine medical exam from the Witch.
@foxmugsy.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 4:10 PM

Derivine while visiting an unlikely place, hoping to get some niche advice. He's an odd one.

“It was all fitting decor for a temple to the patron of death, and it was a dream come true to finally visit such a place.”

#FaveLineFriday #writeSky

@rjmartinwrites.comSep 18, 2026, 4:08 PM

Here, it seemed like the world was divided into the dying and the charred remains of the dead.

#FaveLineFriday #WritingPrompts

***Although...***

Maybe cuffing B to the getaway vehicle for a big finish before they made their escape had been pressing their luck

@midnightrose838.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 2:46 PM

#FaveLineFriday

With the hand she hadn't taken for a pillow, he ran his fingers through her soft fur, and touched her head very gently feeling the tiny bumps that would become horns when she got older. She slept in his lap, and he sat there watching her tiny breaths and her little ears twitch

1/2

Lawcket sat on the ground in the middle of the shelter with his little goat in his lap, looking down at her lovingly and happily for an unmeasured time. He let her rub the sides of her tiny mouth on his fingers, until she went to sleep with her chin on his hand. With the hand she hadn't taken for a pillow, he ran his fingers through her soft fur, and touched her head very gently feeling the tiny bumps that would become horns when she got older. She slept in his lap, and he sat there watching her tiny breaths and her little ears twitch when her dreams shifted.
@saranadosfiction.comSep 18, 2026, 2:42 PM

#FaveLineFriday

Except that he'd not bled like that since before he went to sea, and the pain in his guts this time around was a good deal higher up and a good deal more fucking focused. *Always said I'd rather be stabbed through the gut than have to deal with those fucking cramps again. Apparently some fucker with a sense of humour was listening.*
@acturek.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 2:40 PM

From BK this week: Drisal tries to reject a disturbing idea.

He would not acknowledge Cerel’s concern. Or the fact that it was all too clear in his own life that Cerel was right.

BQ in comment

#favelinefriday #fantasy #writingcommunity #writingprompt