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@dyre.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 5:50 PM

~this is the revision that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends~

#PaleBlood today #WIPSnips wherein a half vampire hangs up on a broken mermaid because he's being chased by a whole werewolf.

We have fun here.

"Goodbye nothing. You're coming back. You always do. So stop whatever this is and come home." Slithering shadows became hulking shadows and a wide set of yellow eyes tilted right at him. Delmas tightened his lips, nodded, and tried again to stop the voice in his ear, "You ain't home no more and I got worse than you on my ass just now. So how 'bout you write a song about it, hm?" "You will come home.” When he received no response, Savor fumed, “Delmas Olren, I swear to the fucking Leviathans, if you cut me off—" He’d regret it, certainly, Secil was known to go off big. But there weren’t too many things that stunk of musty fur and cheap liquor, or filled an alley quite so well, and Delmas figured one regret outweighed the other. Sliding down glass, prepared to run, he threw an irritated gesture at a streetlamp flickering on in exactly the right way to make of him a beacon. While the shadow, crisper in the blue light, stretched over his on the cracks and stains along the scrap-metal wall of the tower bottom. And man, can that shadow ever stretch, he marveled. When the thing stopped growing it was double his size in every direction, and Delmas slipped his free hand into his coat. He wasn’t much in a fight against what waited, but a storied career of punching similar faces meant he wasn’t defenseless either, and he felt decidedly less terrified to have one of his knuckle dusters on than off.
@dyre.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 12:37 AM

Delgrij and Mitra (she tries) from #WealdandWen and #WakeandGlaer are kind as default setting.

Delmas from #PaleBlood is warm and kind, even gentle to most he meets. I wouldn't 'pleasant' as he's a smarmy bastard but he means well and it's usually easy to catch that he's joking.

@dyre.bsky.socialSep 22, 2026, 2:09 AM

Why yes I am healing my headache and mourning my lack of productivity by watching one of my favorite movies what I borrowed the clunky 90s grimy future tech look for #PaleBlood from.

@dyre.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 6:58 PM

I am on the final revision of #PaleBlood, I have said this at least six times so do not believe me.

Got through four chapters and am hating how this narrator arranged scenes and chapter breaks but I can't change it or it reads weird.

It is walk time and then we write erotic mermaid horror.

@dyre.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 6:36 PM

#PaleBlood today #WIPSnips with a wolf lady having a very bad day in a very pretty city.

Thick glass halls, swarming with beasts too big to bear and a dark too blue were less interesting to her eyes than they usually were. As was the Mer District itself, a veritable feast for the senses—no matter how often she partook—it did nothing for the irritation in her veins. Accepting a seat in a synth-driven chariot, locked in path and destination, Norala scowled at its listless driver and the towers all around them. A gilded cage is still a cage, she thought, refusing to marvel at the shimmering white and golds of Upper Dolor. Even as the skycab station loomed into focus, she snarled at the shining exterior. Its needle shape and too-perfect width bothered her more than the gold draping it and she hurried through its unsettlingly high arches. Many friendly smiles—from too many less friendly faces—greeted her along the busy walk up to the terminal, and she returned none of them.