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@douglasjern.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 10:59 PM

The walls of the compound were tall and thick, and Oda had no enemies for hundreds of miles. Mako and her sisters thus lived in comfort and safety, their every need satisfied at a word.
But golden though its bars may be, the castle was a cage all the same.
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@rk-phoenix-author.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 10:18 PM

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11. Cousin

Trikk is a uniquely kind, civilised, well-mannered and well-meaning goblin. But he's still a goblin, and sometimes he needs to be scary.
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@rk-phoenix-author.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 10:15 PM

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10. Fuzzy

Severely injured as he was, Jynrahd wasn't about to let being disarmed fly.
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@acturek.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 9:55 PM

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Real late post for “Low-Stakes-Sunday.” I wanna show something peaceful for a change …

Music in the hideout

- Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power

But Theris wiped his mouth and stretched. He dragged his pallet closer to Rushak's and took up his letra. As the soothing and beautiful music filled the cave, Drisal could only bury his head in his hands.

The music stopped. Quiet voices penetrated his ire and Drisal realized his brother was speaking with Theris, asking about his letra. Theris showed him the fine details of its workmanship. The two appeared not to have a care in the world beyond the instrument.

"Would you know "The Tree Shaper's Jig'?"
Rushak asked, and when the music started with a nod from Theris he relaxed at last, falling into sleep with a faint smile.

"Sleep well, little COUSIN," Theris murmured.

Brother's Keeper
A.C. Turek

@deliciouspineapple.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 8:36 PM

I only used "cousins" once in the whole manuscript (so far)!

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As ruefully as he could, Ahvram grabbed the outstretched palm. As he did, Avaas hissed and ripped his hand away.
“The fuck—”
A roar that might have been a curse in the Crimon tongue caught both their attentions.
He and Avaas turned to see the leader of the kidnappers, the one with the most tattoos and crooked jaw, rush towards them with a curved short sword. Ahvram scrambled to his feet but was slow. Avaas grabbed him by the shoulder and jerked him aside. The not-Blackblood halted, as if he had been caught mid-thought, and barely had time to get his blade up to block the leader’s attack. The not-Blackblood twisted away from the big slaver, who growled again in his mother-tongue before speaking.
“I have no fight fight with wild goats, I need that,” and he nodded towards Ahvram, “for my mistress. Maybe be smart like cousins and let us take what we need. Then I don’t kill you all, at least not today.”
Avaas looked about ready to tear the man to shreds, but then the red-head produced an apple-sized device in his other palm. It crackled with chaotic magic that made Ahvram’s hair stand on end. Avaas’s eyes flashed with recognition and worry.
“Ya’d fuckin’ kill everyone for that guy?!” Snapped Avaas.
“I do not fail my mistress. Either she gets the boy, or he dies.”

@leeheffer.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 7:18 PM

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Coming soon in Ashes of Saint Sorrows.

@floweringsnows.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 7:08 PM

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@wipsnips.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 6:56 PM

Here are the #WIPSnips words for October 12th - October 18th.

Synonyms, variations & ✨vibes✨ are fine, please include Alt Text on graphics with the snip text, Trigger/Content warnings if necessary, & no unsolicited editing on posts.

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The #WIPSnips words for October 12th through October 18th are: October 12 - pulse; October 13 - blue; October 14 - territory; October 15 - pass; October 16 - dazzle; October 17 - suit; October 18 - autumn.

@paulgbriggs.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 6:42 PM

#WIPSnips “First”—he turned to Arkhöa—“your cousin said to tell her before you take the copies to the rendezvous, right?”
“She did,” said Arkhöa, “but if I don’t tell her, I’m still going to a rendezvous she set up. So either the king’s men will be there anyway, or no one will be there.”

@mcleansix.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 6:36 PM

Lanzo shook with the uncontrolled weeping the sight of his broken #uncle pulled out of him. I quickly made my way through the garage to confirm we were alone. Whoever had killed Moreau was, for better or worse, not in the shop anymore. #WIPSnips #booksky #skywrite

@nvulnerabletide.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 6:27 PM

#WIPSnips, 9/29: Well

I don't know what this is. Maybe the opening of a short story?

White text on an ombre blue background, with a blue pencil off to thr right. The blue pencil is pointed downwards, as if to write.

The text reads:

"The well was old. The stones were the same gray limestone as the pebbles on the ground and the hill rising in the distance. My mind started to catalogue it all as a side-thought: probably quarried nearby, back when the quarry near town was still in use. Master stonework. The well looked weathered but not crumbling. There was no little roof to shelter the well from the rain, though there were bolts in the side where one may have been, and the bucket hanging over the well was coated in a fine patina of rust."

@norashear.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 5:55 PM

For today's #WIPSnips I had no "cousin" so I switched in "family."

In this one, Paige is remembering how Liese up & disappeared for a week, last year, & she hasn't been the same since.

(I REALLY need a new name for Liese.)

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A dark image with white text that reads:

Liese had been keeping strange hours over the past year, sleeping long into the afternoon. When Paige had first met Liese, she was a bundle of energy, always running to one environmental event or another. But a little less than a year ago, during a time when dozens of people were being reported missing across Philly, Liese had gone to a party and hadn’t come home for days, her phone untraceable. Liese’s family had been frantic. Paige had been frantic.
Liese had returned to the apartment after a week, apologizing to everyone. But a few days later, she quit her job and as far as Paige could tell, she spent most of her time writing in bed or making smoothies. For a few weeks, Paige had tried to ask Liese if she was okay, but Liese had smiled like she had a delicious secret, promising that everything was wonderful. Paige had no idea how she was paying her half of the rent, but as long as they stayed housed, she wasn't going to complain.
Even if curiosity burned her up every so often.

- From NO SKY LIKE MIDNIGHT, by Nora Shear

The word "family" is in bold pink font. There are star decorations in each corner and a meteor decoration above the text.

@nicolelsopergorden.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 5:12 PM

Kip may or may not help Camden escape for a night away from his cousin Alex 🤭

From Tennyson's arc of The Atlas Brothers Break the Multiverse

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Below, Alex devolved into cursing and speaking loudly to his friends, who sounded like they were protesting something in response.
“So, Alex?” Kip asked.
Camden winced. “He’s my cousin. My mom asked him to watch out for me at college. She didn’t want me to go at all. Wanted me at home until I reached mandate age. So Alex was her compromise – me living with him while I go to the university. But Alex and I have never gotten along well.”
Kip nodded. “He doesn’t like heights, does he?” he asked, feeling mischievous.
Camden snorted. “No, but he won’t admit it.”

@mikestruan.com Oct 11, 2026, 5:10 PM

I hate it when that happens and you just don't remember the name of someone... #WIPSnips
To be fair, dwarven families are extensive.

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“What are you doing here, Dagna? You’re not supposed to be here. You’re exiled, remember?”
So much for staying incognito. Now that she thought about it, she was sure she had seen the woman before. Wasn’t she the wife of one of her cousin’s half-sisters? She tried to remember her name, but came up blank.
“I know. I’m just…”
What would Valir do? Didn’t he say that stacking too many lies on top of each other made stories unbelievable?

@marcherwitch.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 4:49 PM

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normal regency romances: soft, gentle conversatiobs filled with yearning and morès

my regency romance:

How did he stop men from Whitehall having him killed?

He couldn’t repudiate the title while his aunt and cousins lived in the country seat.

His shoulder slid against plaster as he levered his legs the rest of the way.

How did he tell Tess how much her ability to switch from sex to violence had rattled him when she’d done it to protect him? Her fingers slid into his, weaving her thumb around his.

Shaking out of his own head, Tobias turned to look at the fingers linked with his. Reaching out with his other hand, he drew the tattered glove away, padding and all. This was her injured left hand. He’d never seen it bare.

“It’s ugly.”

She was wrong. He’d never understood revulsion towards scars. Perhaps it was being a soldier, perhaps it was having his own. Still, the missing section of her hand, the two fingers and thumb that remained, while they were not revolting…

“I can only imagine how difficult it is to lose fingers.” He gently rubbed her knuckles. One had blistered and split and the other was red and swelling.

“Frost bite,” she was tense. Baring her hand troubled her more than beating a man while naked.

“Who cut them off? Althea?”

@patrickjohanneson.com Oct 11, 2026, 4:17 PM

#WIPSnips Oct. 11: "cousin"

A wintry interlude at the family farm.

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Christmas at the farm was a sedate affair. My Grandpa Ormansson, Mom's dad, cleared the land and broke it for farming in the early 1930s. He married Grandma in 1935 and they farmed till sometime around 1982, when Uncle Charlie—Mom's brother-in-law, Auntie Janet's husband—bought the place. But I always thought of the place as Grandma and Grandpa's place, and it never seemed to bother Uncle Charlie to hear it called that. Mom, for her part, always just called it "home". "We're going home for Christmas," she'd say, or "home for the weekend."

The whole world was white. Snow covered everything. My cousins John and Lori (Janet and Charlie's kids) and I were expected to spend a certain amount of time outside each day. We crunched through snow, past evergreens with their boughs bent nearly to the ground, wandering through the yard. We rested our forearms on the weather-silvered top rail of the barnyard fence, watching the cows walking between the three-walled shelter and the feed trough. We tried to throw snowballs at each other but knew it wasn't going to work because it was too cold and the snow was too dry to pack.

@olinj.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 4:14 PM

A #WIPSnips from the book I'm releasing at the end of the month. (link on my profile)

The smile faded from Zach’s amber eyes. Amber, like Kai’s. Before the wolf, I’d told myself they were probably relatives—cousins or half-siblings since they didn’t look alike in any other way—but now the color of his eyes made me wonder if Kai wasn’t the only werewolf at Hunter’s Glen. “No, he’s not here today.”

@robertjduperre.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 4:09 PM

The girls, brought on to investigate a string of murders in the town of Stockard, are about to perform an autopsy.

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From Punga and the Silver Siren book 3, "A Murder of Beasts"

From what Reggie could see, Alaric’s body had been very well cared for. He looked just as pretty in death as he’d been in life, with his sandy-blond hair oiled and slicked back, even though his eyes and lips were stitched shut. His cheeks had sunken and his skin had developed a waxy, blue-gray appearance, but the cold seemed to have successfully held back full decomposition. More than a week after his death, the cadaver didn’t seem to have swelled very much, if at all. Then again, the only part of him currently visible was his head.
“Be careful with him,” Daniel said, his voice echoing in the small room.
“I promise he won’t be hurt,” Reggie snickered. She then nodded at Emiri, who grabbed the corner of the sheet covering the corpse and yanked it away.
“Well isn’t that something,” said Brian. Three feet to his left, on the other side of the door, his deputy let out a whimper.
Emiri looked like she’d just sucked a lemon, while Reggie clucked her tongue. “At least they didn’t touch his face, huh?”
“Hrm.”