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@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 12:43 AM

#AwesomeCharacters

The Requiem family received all their clothes from the government initially. After they moved to Playa Clara, they got their clothes from army surplus stores or small shops. The exception is Undine (Mrs. Requiem). She started making her own once she became a model.

#TY4LM 🦈

C💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 10:11 PM

Tell me about your #AwesomeCharacters Where does your character get their clothes? High end boutique? Little market stall? Second-hand store? Make it themselves? Hand-me-downs? Are they happy with them, or do they wish for something else? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 12:15 PM

#Sniptober 15
No prequel, subbing with before.

And, well, the middle school years do kinda feel like a prequel to the main event high school years of #TY4LM 🦈

Also Dylan's mom is the best and she works hard to make sure they do fine even without his dad around while staying emotionally available~

It was the last Wednesday of summer break before I started my first year of middle school. My mother was rushing around trying to fix breakfast for the both of us (eggs, bacon, toast, the Wednesday usual) and gather her materials for work. Of the five weekdays, this was her busiest day at the college she taught at. She never woke up early enough for it. After breakfast, we walked down the hall to the garage and the cherry red VW Beetle that sat waiting. For her. I was just following. ‘Huh? What is it, Dylan? Did I forget my bag again?’ I glanced past her at the leather fold bag resting upside down on the passenger seat from her just tossing it in, then shook my head. ‘I just want to go for a ride.’ Mom pressed the button clipped to the sun visor above the driver’s seat and the garage door opener’s electric motor whined to life. As the door rattled up over the car, she raised her voice to be heard over all the noise. ‘To work? You know it’s my busy day, Dylan. How about tomorrow?’ I shook my head again. ‘I mean my bike.’ ‘Oh right, right.’ She waved a hand at my red Huffy 21-speed mounted on the opposite wall, then closed the car door. ‘Well go ahead and take it out first, I’ll shut the garage after us. You remember the code right? Of course you do. Oh wait, dear, it’s raining.’ ‘It’s just a sun shower, mom,’ I said, pushing my bike onto the driveway. The air smelled sweet with the sprinkling we were getting. ‘I’ll be fine.’ ‘Okay, but if it keeps up come right back inside. Promise?’ ‘Alright, alright. You’re gonna be late again…’ ‘Ah, you’re right!’
@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 11:22 PM

#AwesomeCharacters

Mako is having the most fun with it. Showing up at the MC3s school when Marin and Dylan are having a rough patch, then looking Dylan dead in the eyes to tell him "You don't deserve them because you don't know then like I do."

Deadly serious and enjoying every moment.

#TY4LM 🦈

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 12:03 PM

#LitHodgepodge 14

Dylan is making this one very hard for me as he doesn't tend to use figurative language in his narration. But when he does, it's usually about Mrs. Requiem~😅

#TY4LM 🦈

I straightened up when I heard footsteps coming down the wall behind me. They were so light I thought they were just house settling sounds at first. Just as I was getting to my feet to greet the person coming down, Marin’s mother, Mrs. Requiem, rounded the corner. I was transfixed by Mrs. Requiem’s curved form draped in a silken green dress, too transfixed to think about why she was lounging around at home in such clothing. With each step, her body swayed back and forth like she was walking underwater and the only purpose for water currents was to coax her body’s every movement into a hypnotic sashay. Her long, wavy hair appeared black where it was thickest, but in the right light—like the light that came through their beachside glass wall that very moment—thinner parts were a rich, seaweed green that brightened the emerald eyes she shared with her daughters.‘Okay,’ I said far too quickly and plopped right back down where I was before she came downstairs. Mrs. Requiem sat next to me with such grace and poise, with her knees pointed ever so slightly in my direction, that I was convinced she had to be a model or something. She was poetry in motion. And not that crappily punctuated experimental crap, but the stuff that got you laid if you could recite it while playing guitar on a grassy hill under the shade of a single oak tree.Shivers crawled up my spine when she touched me and my body became jelly. Frozen jelly. Time-stasis jelly. Like, I felt like as soon as this situation passed, I was going to be a wibbly-wobbly puddle of Dylan. How was this woman doing this to me? I had only just met her and…
@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 10:17 AM

#QueerPrompts 10/14

Nerissa does not take kindly to bullies.

#TY4LM 🦈

Someone pushed me. I stumbled backwards, turned, and flailed forwards. Before I could gain my footing, the walls of people closed in from all sides. That was it. I was going to end up Dylan paste after all. At the very least, Nerissa had a good time. Well, until my trampling of course. I hit the floor, curled into a ball, and to my surprise, I didn’t meet my end via a hundred footfalls. In fact, thought the gap was much smaller, they seemed to be circling me. Me, and two others. ‘Hey bitch, tell your fucking girlfriend she touches me one more time, I’m taking it out on your ass!’ I assumed I was the bitch, and the girlfriend was Nerissa, since she stood between us. ‘I saw you push him. You could have fucking killed him.’ ‘Scrawny bitch woulda deserved it!’ I wasn’t sure if the music had stopped or I had just tuned it out. I wasn’t even aware of anything else as I got to my feet. Not the people. No flashing lights. Just me, Nerissa, and this guy whose ears were gauged so large he could probably use them as towel racks. Or hitching posts. They were closer now. He was reaching past her, flipping me the bird. ‘Bitches don’t belong in the pit, you little shit!’ ‘Stop calling him that.’ ‘Or what? The bitch’s bitch is gonna do something?’ ‘I said stop.’ ‘What kind of bitch has his—urk!’ Before I knew it, before he knew it, her hand was on his throat. The other she drew back, fist balled. On her face was a smile. It was the kind of smile Mrs. Requiem gave me whenever I came to visit. Sweet, welcoming. Not the least bit threatening. Yet it made you feel like death waited behind it should her whimsy turn that way. ‘You had your chance to shut your fucking mouth.’
@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 9:48 AM

They have arrived! Time to level up my audio production for #TY4LM〜

(and not have music bleed into the voice recording when I'm singing to it)

((not that I'm doing any singing! Or writing songs with lyrics for TY4LM that would need singing! Pay no attention to the kobold behind the curtain!))

Picture of box of Sony MDR-7506 studio headphones
@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 4:24 AM

If I'm really gonna dial in my music and vocal production for #TY4LM and beyond, these will be much better for working the details than raw dogging speaker audio like I have been... 🙃

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@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 2:16 AM

#AwesomeCharacters

Nerissa.

Does Not Want To Be Her Father.

He's strict. Controlling. Humorless. Undine says he loves them, but Nerissa doesn't feel it.

She wants to laugh long, live loud, and love live. Complete opposite of Torayuki.

#TY4LM 🦈

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 1:16 PM

#Sniptober 13
No pastel, swapping for pale.

Introducing... Mako. ("You Belong With Me" in minor key plays threateningly in the distance)

#TY4LM 🦈

‘Is everything alright?’ I wanted to ask, but I knew it wasn’t. It wouldn’t be for some time. But I could only beat myself up about it for so long. There had to be something I could do. I didn’t know what yet, but there had to be. Our first class wasn’t shared, but our second was. We sat in the back. Wordlessly. Cautious glances told me she wasn’t even looking in my direction. She was entirely focused up front. That was fair, I supposed. There was a new student being introduced to the class after all. A transfer student from… ‘abroad’. That’s all she said about it, no town or state or country or anything. She was from abroad. Aged seventeen. Her birthday was next month. Her hobbies were swimming and fishing. She liked to dye her hair a pale, seafoam green because it reminded her of the ocean. Her name was Mako Lamni, and she was happy to make our acquaintance. Mako stared at Marin the entire time she was introducing herself. Marin stared back.
@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 10:01 AM

#QueerPrompts 10/13

Without getting too into the spoiler fields, our narrator does end up in a place with organs suspended in liquids in jars backlit by bioluminescence.

It is a spooky scary place and he Does Not Want To Be There.

#TY4LM 🦈

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 9:50 AM

#LitHodgepodge 13

"7. Island

Represents solitude, isolation, self-discovery, and serves as a microcosm reflecting society."

There is a very significant island in #TY4LM our MC3 frequent (someone together sometimes alone) and it is very much those things〜🦈

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 3:53 AM

Monday #SnippetShare

Oh Balilan you lovely lesbian whaleshark of a side character you. Too kind, too pure, too late in the story to really shine.

Too in the wrong job... but if more people were like you the world might actually be a safer place~🦈

#TY4LM

‘Sorry, I don’t think I got your name.’ ‘Dylan,’ I said, suppressing a groan. ‘Dylan Jones.’ ‘Ah, nice to meet you Dylan. I’d shake your hand, but…’ She shrugged the shoulder I was on. ‘My name’s Balilan Micris, Chief Enforcer to the Elder Conclave.’ ‘You’re really nice for a cop.’ ‘A “cop”? I don’t know that word yet, but I think I get what you mean. Would you prefer it if I was rude and brutal and detained you with fear and force?’ ‘No, I just… I’m not used to people with your job being, well, nice.’ ‘People are weird. You and I both know that I could crush you with my bare hands at any moment. What do either of us gain by me threatening you with that? You’d just get scared and lash out and…’ She raised her free hand to her missing eye. ‘Things would only get worse for the both of us. I’d rather you cooperate because you choose to, because you understand I’m not here to harm you, than because you’re afraid and looking for a chance to strike and escape.’ ‘Who says I’m not?’ ‘We both also know you can barely stand on your own right now. And you haven’t been fighting me. So I don’t have anything to worry about. Trust goes both ways.’
@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 12:17 PM

#LitHodgepodge 12 - Dylan

"What drew me to Nerissa is how raw she is. Sure she jokes a lot, but she feels everything so deeply. Just being around her feels... safe.
Marin is... guarded. But once they let you in they're so spontaneous. They're so alive and in the moment. It's refreshing."

#TY4LM 🦈

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:43 AM

#AwesomeCharacters

Dylan's mother is a Marine Biologist and his father is a Deep Sea Diver/Excavator. You could say he was born into curiosity, and his parents nurtured that in his wee days.

It's not an exaggeration to say the events of #TY4LM happen 100% because of his curiosity~🦈

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 3:37 AM

#QueerPrompts 10/12

#TY4LM is set in/near the very fictional town of Playa Clara in the very real US state of Florida, south of Miami. The indigenous people specific to the southeastern coast of Florida are called the Tequesta, which you can read more about here:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tequesta

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:14 PM

#Sniptober 11
No mellow, swapping with chill.

Truly open ocean is a terrifying thing for a creature of the land~😣

#TY4LM 🦈

‘You alright, Dylan?’ ‘Yeah.’ I wasn’t alright. I was in the middle of the ocean. Miles away from anything resembling land. No matter how hard I swam, I’d die of exhaustion before I saw another person. ‘Hey, chill dude. I’ve got you.’ I didn’t realize I was shaking until she wrapped her arms around me and I became still. I wasn’t cold, but fear of the open ocean was permeating my every cell. There was literally nothing. I would die out here. No one would find my body. It’d be eaten and picked away at by everything from apex predators to detritus feeders as it drifted its way down to the ocean floor. This was dumb. What were we—what was I—thinking? I was going to die out here before I even made it to Xenacanthis, much less Marin.
@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 11:01 AM

#QueerPrompts 10/11

It's a central plot point in #TY4LM and the spark that ignites our narrator's queer awakening~🦈

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 12:21 AM

#ScribesUnited (09:16 JST)

Ran 10k yesterday. Feeling It today. 🤕

Artist is almost done with the first batch of characters for the #TY4LM VN-style audiostory, so I need to put together the ref pack for batch 2 today. And also start writing the short story TY4LM: Duty〜🦈

@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 12:22 PM

#Sniptober 10
~🌸~Hot hot TY4LM spoilers you've been warned~🌸~

The BL spice is spicing~🌶️

#TY4LM 🦈

Empty again, I fell back on the couch. Marin laid down next to me, his head on my chest and fingers interlaced with mine. ‘That was beautiful,’ he whispered, unmoving. ‘I don’t know why we didn’t think of it sooner.’ ‘Well, I’m just glad I lasted closer to my usual the second time,’ I said with a chuckle. ‘I did exponentially better. How about you, my lovely little sharky?’ Marin let go of my hand to trace my areola with a thick, black, claw of a nail. ‘If you want to know how it was for me, you might want to look down.’ I did. On my and his hips and the couch was a mess that couldn’t have come from me alone. I let my head fall back with an exasperated sigh. ‘Man, that’s going to take forever to clean up.’
@talesbyjin.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 8:02 AM

#LitHodgepodge 10

Last week was our narrator Dylan, this week... one of the MC3, Marin! Hello, Marin~💜

So, how would you go about trapping a Marin? 🤔

#TY4LM 🦈

Chest up illustration of Marin from Thank You for Loving Me. They wear a white button-up blouse tied at the neck with red ribbon. They have chestnut skin, green eyes, and purple neck-length hair. A red hairclip holds their bangs out of their right eye. The background is half blue sky, half small waves breaking near shore.