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@nightoffallengods.com Oct 5, 2026, 3:28 PM

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How about a two for one? A description of the building and the spirit that represents it!

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He'd wandered in front of the Green Dragon, a tavern set in the center of the park. It vied with several dozen other inns and taverns for the right to being "the oldest drinking hole in the Fifth Ring", but it had certainly been there a long time. For what he thought it worth, it was certainly one of the most beautifully placed.
Dead in the center of the rolling hills of the park, the owners throughout the years had planted all manner of trees and shrubbery, all hung with multicolored light crystals of every size and hue imaginable. It made the humble building, with its dark river stone walls and peaked barrel tile roof, look to be in the middle of some enchanted glade instead of in the middle of the city. Ownership of the tavern had passed from generation to generation for so long it had gained a Local God of its own, their influence then spreading enough to take over the entire park, the name having been changed to Green Dragon Park centuries ago.
That was who approached him now. The Green Dragon had found herself with an interesting confluence of traits. She had begun as a spirit, not a dragon, but since dragons were common enough and people knew enough about them, she had inherited many of their abilities. Like a Dragon she could assume the greater form of one, though now wore the one more like the other Alliance peoples, veridian scales shining off her arms and dotted through the rest of her skin. A slit up one side of the skirt of her low cut serving girl's attire showed off her scaled and clawed feet and calves. From around the back a thin serpentine tail trailed behind her, ending in a sharp point reminiscent of a cask tap. Even her hair was green, spilling over her shoulders in springy emerald curls.
She beckoned Melic over, the warm light of the tavern behind her almost more inviting than she was.

@scarletvmitchell.bsky.social Oct 5, 2026, 2:48 PM

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Scenery!

Show me a snip of one of your settings!

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@rebeccareyeswriting.com Oct 5, 2026, 5:29 AM

I'm slowly chewing through my WIP, but page 12 is my favorite section so far.

From Flowers & Entomology, my dryads are unfortunately disturbing Whispers' human neighbor with science.

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Snippet from Flowers and Entomology:

"Sexual cannibalism?" Zinnian made a face. Expressions were a good way to decipher a human's feelings, and this human was uncomfortable.

Whispers said, "The females don't eat the whole male. Just the head."

"Uhhh…" Zinnian almost spilled his cup of tea.
Whispers explained, "We're going to put a collar on the male."

"Kinky," remarked the human.

Kinky was a concept that dryads didn't share with animals. Despite rumors to the contrary, sharing pollen was better for the plants a dryad's seed stone had bonded to. To procreate, Whispers kind actually...

Whispers' inner monologue was interrupted when Sylvia asked Zinnian, "Who made your camera?"

Zinnian frowned, but he found a smile before answering. "I should admit now that I broke up with Olivia. My boss. Well, former boss I suppose. I don't think she'll want me wandering the tunnels now."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sylvia softly said. "Does anyone else make cameras? A watchmaker perhaps?"

"I'm not sure," Zinnian replied.

Whispers had already gone to the kitchen to grab crackers and bright red jelly. He then scuttled back into the living room and set the treats down. "Eat," Whispers demanded.

Scooping up some jelly, Zinnian had to ask, "Is this prickly pear?"

"Of course not! I won't bear fruit for another sixty days. It's strawberry," Whispers declared. "I'll deliver some next door when they're ripe."

Sylvia happily tried some.

Zinnian sighed and took a bite. After swallowing, he said, "It's a little weird you feed people your body parts."

"I must feed the pears to something! Otherwise, they simply fall off. I can't eat them all."

Something he said unnerved his human guest again. At least Sylvia was happily munching away at crackers.

@sainiku.northsky.social Oct 1, 2026, 4:25 PM

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So... apparently I have "Excellent" ONCE in all my WIPs.

Of course, it's in my rough of Book 4, surrounded by gigantic spoilers. 🫠

I know I could use vibes, but I like to use exact words when I can. 😅

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I took another quick sip before continuing. “Look... Just tell Samuel that we need to talk. Everything’s gone to shit. [CENSORED], and Jack applauds your excellent work fucking up Prometheus. Tomorrow night, Pella’s in Sector 15. Ask for [CENSORED]. I get it if he wants to send someone else or doesn’t trust me, but one way or another, I’ll find him. The sooner the better.”

@rhysackhurst.bsky.social Sep 30, 2026, 12:41 AM

Little delayed!

Sid wants to ask where his little brother's been the past two days and specifically *who* he's been with (he's worried Lu's doing something stupid) but gets side-tracked for a bit by a book Lu found.

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Lu set the book aside with a grin, rushing to open his door before Sid even knocked. A little startled, Sid looked down at him.

His older brother's expression fell to disappointed resignation as he took in Lu's unhidden excitement.

"What's that face for?" Lu asked, stepping back to let Sid in.

"I could ask you the same," Sid countered with a sigh after Lu shut his door.

Lu frowned at him, hand still on the door knob as he listened for Stella. Satisfied she wasn't returning, he gestured for Sid to sit on the bed. He excitedly pulled the massive book onto his lap, he turned to tell Sid about what Sorrel had found and stopped-short when he saw his brother's expectant look.

"What?"

"Where have you been?" Sid seriously, quietly asked. "And don't fucking lie to me."

"I won't," he replied simply, looking down at the book and opening to the title page. "Have you seen this before?" He asked.

"Lu," Sid shut his eyes, massaging the space between them with his fingers. "I could not care less about some stu–" he looked down, instantly shutting-up the moment he realized what he was looking at.
"Wh–? What the fuck is that?!" Sid asked in an astonished whisper, sliding closer to Lu.

Pleased he'd successfully avoided that conversation with his brother, Lu slowly turned through the uncomfortably soft pages, biting back a smug smirk. "It's 'Generals and Specifics of Calor: Its People, Environment, and History'." Lu proudly told him. "It's about two hundred years old, but–!"

Lu excitedly turned to the section he'd read with Sorrel. "Look," he pointed to the details about biology and magic. Specifically, how they could avoid burning others.

"Wh-? We can what?" Sid reached for the book and then grunted in surprise at its weight. They both chuckled as he sat it on his lap and he began to curiously read it over. "No way…" he quietly said under his breath.

@geniuslemur.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 1:13 PM

Our heroes ponder the heavy artillery piece they found pointing at the fair.
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@geniuslemur.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 1:09 PM

The villains make plans.
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@elwolfsblood.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 12:30 PM

#Sniptober days 1-10
Pick and plan your snips and plan on playing daily! Finished works, open WIPs, and anything in between welcome for snipping.
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#Sniptober wordlist
1) excellent
2)parallel
3) compel
4) belong
5) deluxe
6) elicit
7) gravel
8) helper
9) lately
10) lovely

Share a snip! Vibes & synonyms welcome

@rvillanova312.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 11:51 AM

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Peter trying to avoid answering any questions.
(He doesn’t want to bring up Tinkerbell around Michael)
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Can you really understand him?” Michael asked, raising his eyebrow. “Who taught you how to speak bird?”
Tinkerbell did.
“I picked it up here and there, you really ask a lot of questions.” Peter said, taking one of the fish they caught on the way back to camp. He tossed it to Zephyr who ate it happily, “Maybe I’ll teach you how. Tigerlily can speak to some animals too.” With a wave of his hand, the stone walls separated.

@woldry.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 10:33 AM

“You’ve been to Aur Bennan? Did you see the Peacock Circus? The fae ruins? The Whirlwood?”

Quinceberry laughed. “Can you doubt it? I have traversed all corners of the map. Even the Isle Beyond the World.”

“Stupid name,” said Boden.

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@talesbyjin.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 10:14 AM

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I had to try really hard to find a snip that wasn't Spoiler Central. Hopefully this is enough to pique some interest without giving up all the goods~🦈

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I grabbed a second broom and made my way back out the window. Down on the courts, Marin had already set to sweeping the sand away at a pace that would be quick even for me. But she wasn’t breaking a sweat. I couldn’t understand what it was with these sisters. I had spent so much time with them, but I understood so little. Why were they here? Why was my father involved with them? Or the government for that matter? All this time, and I still kept those questions to myself. I’d gotten over the worry of accidentally mentioning I had seen them that day summers ago. Enough time had passed that it didn’t really matter anymore. But they hadn’t said anything about seeing me, either.

@melwaverly.bsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 9:35 AM

From WIP 1 - These Words Remain Unsaid

So many questions!

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“I know,” Julie said. “But never mind that. I have some news. What are you doing a week from now?”
“I don’t know, Jules. I think I might be in Paris.”
Julie froze. “Really?”
Izzy rolled her eyes. “No, not really, Weirdo. We’re high school students. Our schedules are pretty much go to school, go home, half-ass our homework, rinse and repeat.” She arched an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because we have a gig—a real one.”
“What? Where? How? When?”
Julie laughed. “So many single-word questions—where to start? ...”
Mel Waverly - These Words Remain Unsaid, chapter 9

@sainiku.northsky.social Sep 29, 2026, 5:24 AM

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She has a plethora of questions, but just can't get them all out.

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As he began to leave, a million different questions raced to my lips, all struggling to be heard. But only one squeaked through. “What about my statement?”

Isaac stopped, his hand already grasping the handle of the door. I could see little of his face as he stared towards his exit, but through strands of his long gray hair, the wide venomous grin that spread across his lips was clear as day.

His voice rang low, yet strong with a dark finality. “There is no need. I’ve already written your lines, saving you the trouble of speaking them.” He gently swung open the door. “Goodbye, Jane Sothara. You will be missed.”

@bumblebigirl.bsky.social Sep 28, 2026, 7:07 PM

Wendy has a number of questions for a talking weasel in this scene
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“Hey!” His legs flapped about uselessly over the void. “What’s the big idea?!”
“Information.” Wendy smiled sweetly. “In my experience it comes so much more freely when a very long drop is involved.”
“You bitch!” Weasel slashed in Wendy’s direction with his claws. She responded by letting him fall again. Dido scrambled to the edge to see, but Wendy dropped back down and retrieved him before he struck the bottom.
“I need happy thoughts for this to work, shit-for-brains!” she informed him as she emerged above the lip of the hole. “You better keep me in a good mood! How did you find my friend here? How do you know who she is?”
“I don’t know nuffin!” he squealed, looking rather less defiant. “They turns up and we sell ’em! Gotta make money somehow! There’s a recession!”
Wendy let him drop again. She cut saving him a bit finer this time. “Bad time to make jokes! You know where she comes from, don’t you? How? Who told you?”
“We used to work for the Captain!” He was nearly sobbing, which was quite satisfying to watch. “He’s the one who knew about the other place!”
“Captain?” Wendy’s eyes narrowed. “Captain who?”
“Just the Captain! That’s all I know! I was just the hired help! No one ever talked to me!”
Wendy grinned wickedly. “Oh. Well, then. I guess I don’t need to either, do I?”

@alexfromawen.bsky.social Sep 28, 2026, 5:31 PM

I debated going with Mona peppering her aunt Gwen on what it means to be a Lost One (vampire), but instead, thought I'd go with Princess Eva starting off her betrothal w/ Cameryn when they don't even speak the same language...or do they...?
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