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@gaycrimes92.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:21 PM

Here's a conversation between Roberto and his human boyfriend's cousin, Vince, who happens to be a cop. They are forced to work together, and Vince is (rightfully) suspicious of this vampire criminal dating his cousin.
#WIPSnips

His knuckles whiten around the steering wheel. “You need to leave Aiden alone,” he says. “I’m his cousin; I’ve looked out for him our whole lives, and I don’t care if you’re offended when I say you’re a dangerous person.” “He’s an adult, Detective.” “He hasn’t seen you like I have.” “And he never will. He’s not involved in this mess, and he will stay out of it.” Vince says nothing else until we park at the station. But instead of shutting off the car, he twists to face me. “You didn’t tell Aiden that I shot you,” he says. “Getting shot is hardly noteworthy,” I reply coldly. Vince makes a sharp exhale and shakes his head, then exits the car.
@beyondtheonions.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:13 PM

#WIPSnips #cousin (vibe) #writing #western #horror #fiction
Excerpt from the #novel Sunsetter, sequel to the #novel Weathervane -- a tale of ancient evil in the wilds of the west.
🤠 vs 🧛

*Bloodlines: Maddie reveals a secret - a common ancestry.

“Only whispers ever spoke of what became of Taamatik and the Mammoth Clan,” she continued. “Some said they fell, aged and small in number, they had become easy prey for the wolf. Others spoke of the world swallowing them whole; angered gods and a descent into madness – but truth of legend is just that, only legend to be whispered at the fires, to keep the little ones close. “It was Noah and his tragic tale that showed me what my people had never truly known. “The blood that flowed through Taamatik, that now flows through my veins and once through the heart of No ha is one and the same. And it was a son of the clan itself, that laid the people to waste.” She caught my motion to protest before I actually could. The fact she had communed with the fiend caused my inners to stir, both with concern and, yes, the pinch of a jealous twinge. I admonished those thoughts and settled myself, allowing her to continue. No ha, she said, was that son and in many ways still is. from the novel Sunsetter by Ross McDermottPhoto, no description
@scarletvmitchell.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:05 PM

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The start of one of the later chapters in the mystery, where we take a moment to observe the rich history of our surroundings.

Talia has arrived at Woodhenge in southern Illinois…

(Note the tense change from past to present, briefly, as I nod to ongoing reality.)

Over a thousand years ago, just half a mile west of the dramatic Monks Mound, the people of Cahokia erected a ring of wooden posts. Other rings appeared in that same space over the course of hundreds of years, as the earlier versions rotted and were replaced with rings of increasing complexity. It is unknown if anything was attached to the posts, if they were carved or otherwise decorated, but it didn't appear to be a dwelling. There were no signs of domestic use. The only things that survived into the modern era were the distinct stains in the soil where the posts had rotted away. These were discovered when the state constructed the highway through the area. Most experts agree that, like its sandstone cousin on Salisbury Plain, it was likely some kind of clock or calendar by which the citizens of the bustling ancient metropolis ordered their days. It seems fairly clear that the posts aligned with solar events such as solstices and equinoxes. A reconstruction of one of the later variations of this ring was erected in the eighties, and public events marking those same solar movements have been celebrated each year since. Talia parked in the little lot next to the posts, eerie sentinels of a lost city, and watched as the sun dipped, blazing, behind the trees
@pythonmelon.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:58 PM

#WIPSnips from Ethel Was Alone- why exactly she's alone here.

“I’m used to it.” She glanced at the door, imagining the face of the person she was speaking to. Strong chin, short hair. Reddish maybe. She could picture soft brown eyes and rugged red cheeks- they didn’t match his hands at all. The image turned grotesque, cheesy pale and sallow with death and she turned her eyes back to the wall. “It ain’t so bad. My uncle owns the place, manages the finances. If I need something big I have to send him a letter, but he’s never tried to run me off or demand I find myself a husband. Suppose he wants to retire here himself with his wife and my cousins, when it comes time. Me havin’ a family could make that hard. I ain’t exactly bankrupting him here if I keep up the work and he’s the sort who can afford to stop and rest eventually.”
@isaacxisaac.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:55 PM

Alexander's much-older step-cousin Lord Ingrave is a major character and antagonist in 1660. In 1661 he shows up at the beginning to glower at "bad influence" friend Thomas Hunt (tho of course Alexander is the actual bad influence in that relationship) as in this scene:
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“They’re in the window,” Klein warned. Alexander tugged Hunt’s hat-brim down. “You’d best fly ‘fore Cousin Ingrave comes down to shout.” “I might bear that easier than the parting,” Hunt hiccuped. Alexander put his hand gently to his friend’s pitted cheek. “But you needn’t. I am not gone forever. We will meet again—as lord and his lawman, perhaps.” “Let it be sooner than that,” cried Hunt, rueful, though he smiled; “and always as friends.” “Always, always as friends.”
@amber-hathaway.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:47 PM

"... And you'll meet your cousin, Noah. He was about your age when he joined the Lord. I'm sure the two of you will get on swimmingly.”

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@sabrinamars.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:45 PM

#WIPSnipS C O U S I N ✨

Duo post also featuring the Handspeak we've been discussing in #conlangity 🤟🏻

(Sorry for the weird text formatting, Bsky is struggling with me this AM)

#writesky #writingcommunity #wip

Bright and colorful star shaped gummy candy with the following text over it: Kira’s frown was still prominent, but it lifted at the corners enough to appease him. She nodded her head a few times and made one quick hand motion of yes, meaning she accepted the deal. She then made a gesture he wasn’t as familiar with, having only seen it once…some type of food? “Cherry?” he asked. No. Kira then tapped her fingers to her forehead twice. You know, you know. He repeated her hand motion exactly, but added a shake of his head. I don’t know. Kira’s eyes rounded, and then she wiggled her fingers like she always did when she was thinking through how to be more clear. She touched her fingertips together and made a face where her cheeks hollowed and her mouth contorted as if she tasted something— “Oh, sour. Sour candy?” Kira voraciously gestured yes, yes, yes and finally that big smile was back on her face. “Fine, I’ll bring some back for you.” Riodin shifted her in his arms, and she gave a gentle pat to his face. “We good now?”
@zadafalcon.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:40 PM

Cousin

I thought I didn't have this word, but it turns out I do! Crystal (cave dragon) talks to another of Zada's dragons—the polar dragons.

I have 10 dragon species in total, btw.

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The dragons circled lower and lower over the iceberg. Squinting through the wind, Jeri thought she could make out shapes moving around on the ice. As they went lower, Jeri could make out details. Torpedo-shaped body type, white scales, some bluish fur along the back. And big. Very big. As they drew closer and closer, Jeri realized just how big. The polar dragons were enormous! Easily the size of humpback whales, if humpback whales could waddle along on land with their fins, like sea lions. The three cave dragons alighted on the iceberg. The polar dragons towered above them. Jeri didn't move to dismount. She noticed no one else did either. She tightened her grip on Crystal's spikes. Crystal paced up to the watching polar dragons. "Greetings, cousins. I am Crystal, Head Mage of Great Mountain Dragon Community. I come here, with some friends and colleagues, with an announcement and a request." The polar dragons looked at each other for a moment. "Er, you should probably speak to the queen," one of them suggested. Crystal nodded, and the polar dragons shuffled aside. Trylok and Oryn followed her deeper into the iceberg. The blue walls spread out on either side. Polar dragons peeked around corners as they passed. Eventually, the ice walls opened up into a vast cavern. Icicles hung from the ceiling and stalagmites of ice dotted the floor. A polar dragon sat on a raised platform at the rear of the room. The queen, presumably. Crystal bowed before the queen. The polar dragon peered down at her. "So, Crystal: former leader of the resistance, Head Mage of Great Mountain. What is it you need from my people?"
@markjohnston905.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:34 PM

Definitely pushing it here with relatives, but I was on too long of a streak!

Catrin is moments from the crown when her father returns from war. He is, unfortunately, like many men in power.

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The room broke into an awkward applause. “Thank you all for the warm greetings. My family—the rest of them—will be joining us here shortly. I rushed home when I heard the news of what was happening here.” His voice seemed to change as he spoke. What had been jovial and friendly was shifting to serious. His entire demeanor changed as well, darkening. “I want to begin by forgiving my daughter for what she has done these past few weeks.” The entire room seemed to deflate at once. People looked to their friends and relatives mouthing the word forgive with their eyes narrowed in a questioning way. “I understand there was some confusion once my dear father passed from this realm to the next. It will haunt me forever that I was not here to see him off or to lead in his absence. As much as I love my daughter, she was never meant to rule our lands.” More confused looks from all in attendance. Catrin simply sat, unmoving, seeming to stare through the wall into the lands beyond. “No, I’m afraid her heart is too pure and her sensibilities too feminine for leadership,” he continued. Bert seethed at the comment and he opened his mouth to shout at the king, but Eldritch froze him with a look. “Luckily I have returned just in time to battle the threat pushing our border and attacking our city,” Leoric said next. “No more will we allow these wild people to storm our lands bringing their filthy monsters in with them to eat our children and burn our buildings.” The confusion in the room was palpable. These people had lived through Garrick Crowe’s rule, and had celebrated the rescue of Wyrmgate with the help of the Wyrm People and the dragons. This was absurd! “Father, I think you will find…” Cat began. “Silence, young Catrin. The King speaks now,” he replied, cutting her off sharply.
@geniuslemur.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:22 PM

#WIPSnips #BookSky #FlyingStarAdventure

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@peterrobin.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:18 PM

#WIPSnips October 11 "cousin"

From Australian of the Year

Callum is late for Liberty's campaign launch.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Callum and Michael snuck in, using the cover of the audience's laughter, and started looking around for seats. Liberty spotted them. “Glad you could join us, Callum,” she said in a mock reprimand. “May I introduce my dear cousin, Callum and his husband.” There was a smattering of applause and Liberty said, “Someone find them a seat, for goodness sake.” A number of hands went up and the miscreants quickly settled themselves. “Fun fact,” said Liberty, her face now a briad wicked smile. “Callum was born two weeks premature. Aunt Lydia says its the only time he was early for anything in his life.”
@rammwriter.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:09 PM

No cousins, but there are sisters.

#wipsnips #amquerying #sffwriters #writingcommunity #writersky #timetravelauthors #speclit #amwriting #authors #thrillerwriters #writers

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@sptroweresq.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:01 PM

No cousins, but a cousin's dad makes a cameo appearance in The Dragon Download.

#WIPSnips #WritingPrompts #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #TheAmbivalenceChronicles

'Dexy?' he said cautiously, as if talking to an early 80s micro in the name of the scientific method might irrevocably damage physics. 'He's buzzing,' Charlotte whispered, placing an ear as close as she dare to the fragile set up. 'Out of tune?' Nectarine suggested, already reaching for the TV's fine tuning controls. Phil nodded silently. As Nectarine tweaked the TV, it made a sound like an uncle who overdid the sprouts on Christmas Day, then went silent. 'Anything?' Phil didn't dare look. 'I think you better see for yourself,' Nectarine said. His heart thrumming like that uncle in the middle of a whiskey-fuelled game of Star Wars Monopoly, Phil leaned closer. 'Dexy?'
@woldry.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 11:46 AM

Loric, god of shadows and dreams, tries to warn the god of war that he's being hunted.

A scene from "Laughter of the Hunted Gods," my philosophical godpunk WIP.

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Ilgannan slams a fist into his palm. “What need? Never before have they dared assail any of the Grand Pantheon.” “Oh, but never before have their lordlings offered her a fortune to bring an end of war. They weary of it, you see. War upsets their delicate balances, disrupts their dominions.” Loric slings an arm around Ilgannan’s neck. “And so—they want to be rid of you.” Ilgannan pushes him away. “Honestly, who can blame them?” Loric ticks off fingers. “You’re bullying, irritable, loud, moody, capricious, and it goes without saying, violent. Except I do say it!” He blinks in surprise at finding a sixth finger on his own hand. He flaps the hand, and the finger becomes a cluster of bluerain. “But you are my kin.” He performs a florid bow, offering the flowers to Ilgannan. Ilgannan grabs the bluerain to throw it down and stomp on it.
@shawnmklimek.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 11:40 AM

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Colder than the fingers of an ice wraith on your spine,
Though not as cold as popsicles on Pluto, I’ve been told
(By a science teacher’s student’s #cousin’s sister’s friend of mine).

@sayaashrah.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 11:39 AM

#WIPSnips 11. “Cousin”

Since barely anyone will read this today, here’s a longer and very rough scene from Book 4 of #WorldWithoutLove — yes, Book 4! This will be especially significant for those who read TIHID and GoRR.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters

Even though the gryphon riders aided them in repelling Poseidon’s aquarium, Carys kept her grip on the dagger and summoned a heart-shaped bloodball on her free hand as the mysterious warriors slid down their mounts. They wore scaled linothorax armour above plum chiton and himation, greaves, and vambraces; pieces that she could find in any army or wanderer endowed with enough coin. What drew her attention were their helmets and shields. The former was a Corinthian sort with an imposing dark plume, the mask painted a dark magenta, and the latter was emblazoned with a withered red rose encircled by a blood moon. Both patterns sent a message—one that Carys had never seen anywhere before, and judging by the Party’s confused stares, neither had they. A man came forward and placed his spear and shield on the ground before taking another step. Though most of his gear was identical to the others, one piece stood out: a pair of pauldrons in the shape of a dog’s head. Slowly, he raised his arms and took off his helmet. Curly black hair bounced free. When Carys met the man under the armour, her heart forgot to beat, and she only avoided falling thanks to Ishana. The man had a strong, rounded face with a well-trimmed beard, hazel eyes tempered with tenacity, and a ragged scar below his left eye to the tip of his nose—an old, unhealed scar. He had the perfect looks to play an Olympian hero, yet Carys remembered him as something else: a boy with a passion for sharing stories around the campfire and a kindness that persisted even as the darkness intruded on his home, but never on his heart. “Cai…?” “When modryb Arianell told me we’d meet again someday, I thought it was wishful thinking. But here we are.” He smiled. “How are you, cousin?”
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@shawnmklimek.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 11:38 AM

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A fire ignited behind his dark eyes, and his #fuzzy eyebrows lowered like a knotted cord.

@shawnmklimek.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 11:36 AM

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The wizard and the dinosaur each thought the other weird.
“Why wear that funny hat?” the #lizard asked, “and such a beard?...”

W✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 5:11 AM

The #WIPSnips word for October 11th is "cousin" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 11 - cousin 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