Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ (@cometkins.bsky.social)

@elwolfsblood.bsky.social Oct 15, 2026, 2:48 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

I cant snip it entirely because its 27 pages long but I had to rewrite the entire first encounter between Lunaris and Amon because they wouldn’t stop petting and touching each other and I couldn’t make them get on with it. But here’s a funny part that got axed, (it’s not Lunaris’s only move 😈)

Amon’s hands slide along Lunaris’s sides, tugging them closer, and with a careful tilt, he flips them onto their back. He expects the usual submission but Lunaris surprises him. In a fluid, almost mischievous motion, they snake their legs around his waist and, with a soft push, roll him onto his back.

Amon gasps, startled, chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares up at them.

Lunaris giggles, a low, teasing sound that vibrates against the sheets. “Core strength, Vex,” they murmur, brushing a hand along his shoulder before pressing a soft, deliberate kiss onto his stomach. The heat of their lips, the pressure of their thighs, and the sparkle of laughter in their eyes is all-consuming, playful, and fiercely intimate.

Amon’s fingers twitch, wanting to respond, but he’s caught off guard by their boldness, grinning up at them with both admiration and desire. The bed creaks beneath their weight, their laughter mingling with breathy sighs, every movement a conversation of touch and trust.

In an instant, the world narrows. The brief, delicious moment when they’d flipped him onto his back a bold, bratty move had teased at something soft and surrendering in him, and he’d almost let them run wild. Almost. But not quite. Not now.

They break apart just enough for breath, giggles escaping Lunaris. “Hey take control back,” they murmur, eyes sparkling, teasing. “Flipping you was my only move.”

Amon laughs, low and throaty, his hands tightening slightly on their waist, thumbs pressing into the soft curve of their sides. “Oh, is that so?” His voice is low, rough, playful, a rumble that makes the skin along Lunaris’s neck tingle.

@ngchloe.bsky.social Oct 15, 2026, 2:35 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

#writingPrompt
I had written an entire chapter detailing this one off's backstory, but honestly I'm planning to cut it cause it's too long, distracting, and I had better ideas

@clericofthevoid.bsky.social Oct 15, 2026, 2:34 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

An early idea I cut from book two, but it was very fun for me to write, I’ll say that. (one day I’ll write more about Jude’s mom, I swear)

"You've given it a name, pretend to be its keeper." Runan leaned in, "Brought it here just to insult god herself. I know I taught you better—to put down sickly animals. Where is your mercy?"

@theeldervampire.bsky.social Oct 15, 2026, 2:26 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

#WritingPrompt My first attempt at a sex scene between Elias and Sterling from The Witch of Eden Hollow was cut because Sterling's character was being objectively cruel. I didn't want an unhealthy start to their relationship, especially after the abuse Elias already went through in the past.

“Curses be upon you,” Theodore hissed out through gritted teeth. His fingers worked him faster, the friction making Elias jolt. “You are a despicable cretin. You brought me down to lows I never wanted to sink to.”

Elias covered his mouth, shaking his head. He could not take being degraded. He wanted to feel good, to feel wonderful, just once. But that was not what Theodore wanted. Was cruelty all he could settle with for the rest of his miserable life?

He went to protest, only for another shocked moan to slip past his lips. While Theodore’s thumb still rapidly stroked him, he felt his other fingers slide further inward, one of them pressing inside. The intrusion made him whimper, but he welcomed it.

“Your venom will be drawn out from your wicked mouth, witch.”

@cometkins.bsky.social Oct 15, 2026, 1:57 PM

Share a snippet of something you've had to cut from your book/wip! #WritingPrompt

@bethanylaurel.bsky.social Oct 14, 2026, 4:52 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

The shadow stumbled forward with an awkward, unsettling sort of shuffle, moving as though its joints were half formed and mostly forgotten. It looked shrunken and twisted, with proportions stretched and squashed at the same time. It looked like it was forgetting what it ought to be. It looked wrong.

@maximejaz.bsky.social Oct 14, 2026, 4:36 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

#WritingPrompt
From my current crime WIP.
The morgue is always a creepy place, especially for Nate. (this is a body identification scene, nothing graphic, yet, but you might want to steer clear).

He exchanged a look with Dylan, and walked close, extending his hand. “Detective Donovan. I’m sorry for your loss.” Empty words, ones he’d heard a thousand times.
“It might not be him.” That man, clinging to the only hope left.
Dylan pushed him in the back, gentle. “This way.”
Walking down that dim corridor, the woman crying, her sobs echoed by those peeling walls. Nate’s heart clenched, but he watched Dylan ring, that tall frame filling the doorway.
“Detective… I was waiting for you.” He seemed to be talking to them, but his eyes were on Nate. Unreadable. He gestured them in, those long fingers dancing in the gloom. Turning, so they followed him. Nate closed the door, standing a bit back. Watching Eric slide a tray out. Waiting. Those pale hands strikingly white on that black body bag.
“I must warn you that I did what I could… but it might still be a shock.”
The man nodded, holding her tight by the waist. His voice, barely there. “Alright

@saranadosfiction.com Oct 14, 2026, 4:14 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

*And that’d be a fuck of a lot easier if I was halfway sure this thing was killable.*

Logically, he *knew* it was a vampire. Couldn’t be anything else. But it hadn’t moved like any vampire he’d ever seen, even in the midst of full combat, and the size of it…

*It’s dark. It’s dark, and it – he – was moving fast. ‘s all.*

Except that he wasn’t, now. And aye, fine, he wasn’t half as tall and broad as he’d looked when he was hurling himself over the rooftops, and vampires ran taller than humans anyroad, but there was still a sheer bulk to him that didn’t look right – not for a vampire, and not for something that could move that fucking fast and that fucking quietly.

And he was sodding laughing again. Quieter this time, more as though he was laughing to himself than anything else, but worse for that because it didn’t sound as though he was trying to be intimidating. He just seemed to be… amused, like this was a joke someone’d told him and he’d only just worked it out.

*Creepy fucker. Shouldn’t’ve expected anything less from the kind of freak who goes around fucking drinking people dry, mind.*

As if in answer, the killer’s laughter abruptly tailed off, leaving only silence and, far below, the humming, bustling, rattling song of the city at night. He stayed where he was for a brief moment, head on one side, apparently considering something.

Then he huffed out a breath through his nose, bent to pick up something from the snow at his feet, and started towards Sabbat again, whistling tunelessly between his teeth.

@clericofthevoid.bsky.social Oct 14, 2026, 4:02 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

I’m sure that’s fine

The sound was unmistakable, the hollow and hoarse wailing of a trapped god.
Kye steadied herself on her cane, passing through the small cluster of acolytes to look on Kahl's body. Sallow and pale, just as they had set her in the ground hours earlier. Wreathed in blue and yellow, the crown of lilies and hyssop that draped over her chest, strewn aside as her arms reached lazily. Her neck craned as if to look, dead and distant eyes searching the dark as she murmured. The words clawed their way up her throat, a wheezing of air like wind whistling through a broken sail. All for her ears alone.
"No lights...no lights to the shore..."

@linnfoster.com Oct 14, 2026, 4:01 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

Being murdered by an invisible man is kinda spooky, right?

To say Hyeon-ju was a merciful man would’ve been a lie. The only people worthy of his mercy were his family and his clan. Bleach blond assholes who couldn’t take no for an answer deserved far, far less.

You’re so lucky you’re not alone, because the moment you are, I’m coming for you. That’s what he’d said to the guy. I’ll find you, and I’ll eat your heart.

The man could tell he meant it, which gave Hyeon-ju a sense of satisfaction that only came from the promise of a proper hunt. Of course, like the idiot he was, the blond had bolted the first chance he got, forgetting the warning altogether in the midst of his fear. He’d gotten surprisingly far in the time it took Hyeon-ju to get outside, but his scent was still strong and easy to follow, the sour, pungent terror mixing with his cheap cologne and Irish Spring soap.

Once he’d gotten about a mile away from the 8-5-8, his scent grew stronger, and Hyeon-ju could tell he was slowing down. He probably thought he was safe now. What an idiot. As he rounded a corner, he spotted the blond, now walking, and promptly slipped into the first alleyway he could. Hidden by the darkness, he let his invisibility drape over him, then stepped back out and quickened his pace.

The blond sighed as he shoved his hands in his pockets, shoulders sagging as the tension left him. Hyeon-ju grinned sharply. As another alley approached, he came up right behind the man, and the moment his shadow fell into the dark of the gap, he grabbed him, yanking him into it. Before he could properly scream, Hyeon-ju’s hand was clamped over his mouth, the other tight around his arms. “You really are a fucking moron,” he whispered, hot breath billowing against the man’s ear. He screamed, but it was muffled by Hyeon-ju’s hand. He flailed, but his body was weak. All humans were weak. “Didn’t you hear what I said I’d do to you once you were alone?”

Another scream, the blond’s hands reaching back to try and get any sort of purchase on him, but it was useless. Hyeon-ju was stronger, sturdier. The man would’ve had a better chance against a brick wall.

Still invisible, Hyeon-ju stepped farther back into the darkness with him, his hand drifting up the man’s body to his throat. Fingers pressing firmly to his skin, he could feel his racing pulse, his surging blood. Fear didn’t taste particularly good most of the time, but tonight? Tonight Hyeon-ju had every intention of savoring its bitterness.

@sayaashrah.bsky.social Oct 14, 2026, 3:58 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

One of my favourite demons, design-wise 💜

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms

Drawn by light, they turned blades and magic towards another mephiiwa emerging from the shadows, the feathery crest around its cadaveric head and its hollow eye sockets glowing a deep purple. On four legs it prowled, the hind legs bent backwards, the front ones ending in short, tentacle-like fingers. Vermilion fur covered the upper half of its torso, while tendrils writhed through the naked rib cage on its lower half. Its jaw creaked open, and a deep and tormented moan oozed out of it.

@cometkins.bsky.social Oct 14, 2026, 3:51 PM

Share a snippet of something spooky from your book/wip! #WritingPrompt

@cometkins.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 7:07 PM

see that's totally fine to me, it's not trying to like. outsmart the question necessarily lol

@tearlach87.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 3:47 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

Bruce is a simple man; a rare book, an interesting artifact found on an adventure, a stubborn piece of metal finally coming into shape, the crack of an opponent's bones from a well placed punch... Y'know. The little things.

@september-james.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 3:34 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

One Ms. Ryan Elizabeth St. James. Christophe LOVES that woman. Without him realzing it, she became his whole world.

That and cooking/baking. He makes a mean lemon blueberry pound cake.

#WritingPrompt

@elapach24.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 3:26 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

A Vero: alguien que la escuche hablar sobre sus libros favoritos, la comida venezolana (especialmente si está en otro país) y sentir que tiene un propósito

@theeldervampire.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 3:17 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

#WritingPrompt Avery loves flowers. Being gifted flowers or shown them because the person thought of him always brings him joy.

@bethanylaurel.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 3:11 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

Akieryon: time spent with friends Tharaiyelagh: accomplishment and recognition Rahi: excellence Seikhiel: Rahi Baleirithys: [redacted] Tempest: strawberries

@nicholaswatkins.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 3:09 PMReposted by @cometkins.bsky.social

Bonnie just likes hanging out with her people. She and her fellow supervillain friends are a found family first and teen superperson team second. They're all outcasts in some way, shape, or form, or at least they were before they came together.

@cometkins.bsky.social Oct 13, 2026, 3:48 PM

depends on how cheeky lol