Lightnews — Scholar-powered news

El(iza)beth

@elizabethtitus.bsky.social

490 followers 460 following 100 posts

professional account of Elizabeth "Iza" K Titus, author main account: @arachnereid.bsky.social Using this profile to repost other writers to the max & not clutter my personal page - I have a lot of interests!

Posts Media Videos Starter Packs

Pinned

El(iza)beth @elizabethtitus.bsky.social · 2d

The subgenre #noblebright overthrows the dark lord, saves the world. Arthurian legends. Star Wars. In Tolkien, "Aragorn rather than Frodo and Sam (who are #hopepunk as hell)."
"The work is never finished. The work will never be finished."(Alexandra Rowland)

⬆️ with tempered #hope 🌞🌱

#HopePit Community @hopepit.bsky.social · 5d

Let's spin visions of hope & resilience!

🌞🌱

We hope you can JOIN US Nov 9 for #Hopepit, uplifting all types of media under the big #hopepunk & #clifi ⛱️ umbrellas.
Here on 🦋.

#solarpunk #permaculture #hopecore #hope
#WritingCommunity #GameDev #IndieDev #TTRPG #Comic
#WriteSky #Writers #MusicSky

Flier for #Hopepit
Sunday, Nov 9
community connect Nov 5 - 8

🌞🌱 Let’s elevate hope! 🌱🌞

An inclusive community-building hype event for voices of light & vision in the darkness.

Open to creators of all media telling stories of hope, resilience, sustainability, mindfulness, climate change, & collapse navigation

#Hopepit

🌞Use the #Hopepit hashtag to share your pitches, books, videos, articles, and art

🌱We encourage the use of additional tags, like: #hopepunk, #solarpunk, #clifi, #IndigenousFuturism, etc

🌳Not sure which genre? JOIN US anyway!

🌱We 💛 resource sharing & discussion threads!

@hopepit.bsky.social

climate fiction hopecore hopepunk clifi #Climatefiction nomadpunk solarpunk #solarpunk #hopecore indigenous futurism pitch hype permaculture

2 10

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Fox Veros, Novelist @verosthewriter.bsky.social · 10h

#WIPSnips
CW: mention of pet death
In Prophecy #71, Zedenko consults with a history professor to learn the ultimate fate of a line of dead rulers. The professor has been cursed with very long, semi-prehensile eyelashes, among other things.

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #writingprompt

“Here, here, here …” she whispered to herself, her eyelashes waving side to side as they turned the pages with surprising speed. “Right. Mid-Mordraltan period. The Luteneskens were the last dynastic family on the Rookrook continent and rulers of a small nation called Trongle, and the family died out over four centuries ago. The ‘heart of kings’ bit probably refers to the Luteneskens’ lineage, since they believed it was the key to the legitimacy of their rule. But maybe there was a cousin or love child or something … Here, here, here …”
She flipped to the next page, then pointed her finger there, there, there. “The populace hailed their extinction as time to join with the rest of the region in abandoning monarchy, and Trongle got absorbed by Quisoll immediately; it makes up most of the present-day Soloban region. The Tronglian populace made a thorough search for anyone who might claim a right to rule Trongle again, but no one was found. They did execute the family pets, though, just to be sure.”
“So someone probably escaped, then,” Zedenko nodded. He groaned inwardly; how the hell was he going to find some bastard child who’d made it to another country and reproduced for the past four hundred years?
“Nope,” Ladrint snapped. “Their lineage was a disaster for at least its last five generations; there’s such a thing as keeping the royal blood too pure, you know? Along with the behavior that made the citizens glad to see them die out, it gave the family several physical characteristics that made them impossible to miss or mistake for someone else – including spinal problems that made it hard for them to even get around. If any of them had still been alive, they would have been found.”

3 17

Reposted by El(iza)beth

MeliSwenk Editing @lousytshirt.bsky.social · 7h

#WIPSnips from Monah Bk. 2 -- Wilem's POV, in class, discussing Philosophy and seeing parallels to his own situation. Lily Kokinos, a fellow student, is speaking at the beginning of the snip.
#writesky #writingcommunity #queerwriters

“My father reads Aurelius often and quotes his Meditations to me. I believe there is a certain power in self-control and self-awareness, but I also believe that the external has a great deal of power. Anger sometimes is the best tool to handle it.”
Mr. White nodded. “There is a power in letting yourself feel your emotions, acknowledging them. Aurelius tells us that, too. But ultimately, what Aurelius wants us to know, to keep with us, is that all we ever have control over is ourselves. That is the mantra, if you will, of the Stoic philosophy.”
Wilem startled at the words, remembering what his father said about watching out for himself. That sometimes, the only side he could rely on was his own. It brought to mind the conversation he had with Lady Uthman, as well, about being a wild card. There could be a kind of instability in only relying on yourself, though, right? Wilem studied his professor and wondered if this Aurelius had any advice about that.

4 19

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Orenda Books @orendabooks.bsky.social · 4d

Publishing January 2026...

In a dying world, it asks the most urgent question of all: what if there's still time?

#TheHope the searing finale to Paul E. Hardisty's critically acclaimed #ClimateEmergency trilogy - an absolute MUST-READ!

🌎 bit.ly/48mRk0m

#BookSky #Books #CliFi #ClimateChange

4 5

Reposted by El(iza)beth

#HopePit Community @hopepit.bsky.social · 13h

Calling artists & creators with hopeful vision!

Please JOIN US Nov 9 for #Hopepit hype & community event, uplifting all types of media under the big #hopepunk & #clifi ⛱️ umbrellas.
Here on 🦋.

#solarpunk #hopecore #hope #artsky
#PortfolioDay #WritingCommunity

🌞🌱

5 9

Reposted by El(iza)beth

#HopePit Community @hopepit.bsky.social · 5d

1 11 26

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Jessica Fisher Riches - is Querying and Drafting @prahajess.bsky.social · 1d

🌙 Previous Moons 🌙

A prequel to Early Magic
- Modern druids in Wales
- Dark Academic setting
- Boss Bitch Villain

Meet Dylan's charming brother.

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips #F

The drawing room was his mother’s court. Normally, Crystin Bramwell reigned over her family in the same way she presented herself to the world: in a carefully cultivated balance of efficient control, breeding and entitlement. Today, she paced between the large street-facing windows and the ornate fireplace.
Madoc, in contrast, sprawled on the chaise lounge as though waiting for his grapes to be peeled. “Glad you could join us,” he said as Dylan walked in.
“Shut up, Madoc, and sit properly.” Crystin moved towards one of the overstuffed chairs near her drinks trolley.
The expression on Madoc’s face as he pushed himself up made this entire family meeting worth it. Dylan parked himself on the other chair, mostly hiding his grin.

4 21

Reposted by El(iza)beth

K.A. Hela ✨ Prepping for edits...again✨ @jundlife.bsky.social · 17h

The ultimate end of a day.
From 'HatWIP'
#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #WIPSnips

The golden hour has ended. The light is beginning to fade from its yellowed climax to a muted pink. Soon it will be navy blue. Then I will be forced to endure the inky blackness occupied by the vastness of space; a void, a vacuum, a place with no warmth or life. I hate the empty spaces in the world. I hate the things that call them home.

13 39

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Laken Honeycutt 💫 Editing Book 2 💫 @mycelialwriter.bsky.social · 17h

Alandiran’s scroll—ultimate testament of the Allanian people before they fled Ulli’s shores forever… #WIPSnips from SoS subbing “final” for “ultimate”

4 26

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Neha🍉Reader | Writer | Dessert Person @nehayazmin.bsky.social · 16h

“Apologise properly.” Meg lifts her chin.

Fine. These days, I’m beyond caring about little things like this. Lowering myself to my knees, I press my fingertips to her slippers.

“Um, why are you touching my feet?”
Meg looks horrified.

“This is how Bengalis do the ultimate apology right?”
#WIPsnips

2 23

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Prof Emily but Spoopier Now @professoremily.bsky.social · 15h

#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

To violence or not to violence, that is the question...

From Book 2 of my #Atlantis trilogy.

Xa’aba closed her eyes, digging deep inside herself for patience. She smiled, but it was clearly one she didn’t want to wear.
“Young Mu’u, you know I have only the greatest respect for you and Raa Kena,” she said. “But I really can’t understand why you are so insistent about this. These cultists—these heretics—have shown us again and again that they’re willing to use violence to get their way. And you know their ultimate goal is to see you overthrown and replaced with Jasana. No matter how much mercy you show them, I promise they will not show any to you.”
“Sea Mother,” Icozoue interjected, “while it pains me to agree with Xa’aba about anything—believe me, it really does—in this case, I think she might be right.”
“Aren’t you the one always telling me that the Na’aqals are my children, Icozoue?” Mireia argued. “Well, these cultists are Na’aqals. Even if they hate me, they’re my children too.”
Xa’aba redirected her pleas toward Kena. “Sun Father, can’t you reason with her?”
“I agree with her,” he replied. “I don’t think slaughtering dozens of people in the streets is a good idea, even from a strategic view. What if the violence only gains them more sympathy? I know if I was one of them, I’d feel more determined to fight, not less.”

2 16 45

Reposted by El(iza)beth

👻Scarlet🎃Mitchell☠️ @scarletvmitchell.bsky.social · 15h

#WIPSnips

Over dinner, Nora asks about how Bayle ended up being a butler after growing up in a mining community.

Good luck and bad, he says…

“Went to school at Camp DuLock and got a posting at Merlin’s Hill right away, but it just didn’t suit me. I’ve had some jobs here and there but decided hospitality was a career worth pursuing. I like helping people. Of all the resources in the commonwealth… in the universe… people are the most valuable. You never run out of people who need a little help. I’ll be honest, though, I got really lucky finding the posting for the opening here. Dr. Eiflman is the best employer I’ve ever had. He listens to me, respects me… I feel safe here in ways I never did in other positions.”
“Even with the midnight evacuations?”
Bayle laughed gamely.
“Yeah, actually, even with the midnight evacuations. I’ve been in worse situations. Seen things go horribly wrong. The Hermitage might be a little quirky, but it’s ultimately safe, and it’s home. How about you? How did you end up here

3 21

Reposted by El(iza)beth

carlyhiebner.bsky.social @carlyhiebner.bsky.social · 14h

Rough draft from Book 2 of ✨The Annora Project✨ #wipsnips #writingcommunity #writesky “more” for “ultimate”

The love triangle forced to go on a quest (that I haven’t written yet) together—

Fynn sighs, slamming the door shut behind him, and drags the upright chair as far away from Zane as physically possible. With all the seats currently occupied, I lean awkwardly against the door, ignoring both Zane’s smirk as he pats an open spot next to him and Fynn’s murderous glare.
“Turns out, Kato thought our faction had more of the element just lying around, and tried to make a trade. When he found out we’re as much out of the element as they are here, it turned into a bit of a bloodbath. Your buddy Fynn here, volunteered us to go on a suicide mission to extract more from The Facility to keep the peace. See, my father would love nothing more than for me to die a hero for the cause, so this was a no-brainer.”
“It’s not a suicide mission. It’s a heist. And Cael’s device will work. It’s almost ready,” Fynn growls, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“My bad…a suicide heist.” Zane’s eyes close as he relaxes back into my pillow.
“I’m coming with you.”
“Absolutely not,” Fynn scoffs like it’s the most idiotic idea he’s ever heard.
“You’re not ready, Annora. You need more training.” Zane’s voice of reason lessens some of the anger I have at Fynn’s blatant refusal.
“Then train me.”
“It would be my pleasure.” The heat in his gaze reminds me of our earlier “training session,” and I feel my cheeks flush. “But we’re leaving as soon as Cael’s devices are ready, which doesn’t give us much time.”

3 26

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Carla Hennes ❌ 👑 aka Radiation Rosie @tempestteapot.bsky.social · 14h

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #amquerying #writesky #epicfantasy 💙📚 🪐📚

From my Epic Fantasy novel Demon’s Bargain. Lore-drop as Despard has dinner with the weird foreign refugees he rescued.

Despard lowered himself onto his cloak, joining Abber and Tebfin on their bedrolls. “Your saints sound like little gods, but I don’t understand what a vessel is.”
“The saints are Parkith’s servants, but they need a person to hold them, to sustain them,” said Kahyla, scooping squash and stew into a flatbread rounded in her hand. “When Parkith went on his quest, he put all the saints to sleep, waiting in their havens for his call to awaken and fight the flood of demons.”
She placed the flatbread filled with food on the groundcloth in front of Despard. “As the ultimate way to serve Parkith, I would be honored to be chosen as a Vessel. The saints grant their Vessels great power to fight the demons, but many of the stories end in death. In the story of Saint Podru, the saint had chased a mage eaten by a demon. Saint Podru stopped to heal the faithful where the demon had enslaved them for their blood. The demon lured him to the land of the Northmen and ambushed him. Saint Podru’s Vessel died, and with no haven or candidate available, the saint was lost.”
Despard pulled his food closer, dripping warm sticky sauce on his hand. Tempting stories of worthy sacrifice, not greed like his father’s rambling dreams of pirate gold. Despard’s mentor had preached stories of the little god PoPo, which sounded close to Kahyla’s saint, but Parkith was another god among many in Despard’s world. He licked a savory dribble off his fingers.

3 22

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Mr👻OoOooOoo👻mega @mr0mega.bsky.social · 14h

#WIPSnips #Fantasy
Vibes today. The ultimate goal. Kinda spoilery, but it just shows the treasure they’ve been hunting for isn’t one of those “the friends we made along the way” sort of treasures. But I gotta leave a little suspense, because it can’t be that simple…

The sight was like something out of the old tales you’d hear sung by bards at taverns. Piles and piles of gold coins taller than Shogum, dozens of treasure chests, racks worth of weaponry that I had to assume was worth as much as one of the piles, the occasional framed pieces of artwork scattered abound and jewelry of all kinds lying wherever you looked. It looked like there was some sort of organizing method long ago, but the years had them all fall and scatter into a hoard displaying the concept of wealth itself. I only got a glimpse of this in my periphery, however, because as incredible as all of that was, there was one thing that demanded my attention right away.

4 19

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 13h

"ultimate"

CW: adult content

The lovers are back 🥰

This is the last Drake/Dolly snip for the week, and then we'll move on to other people, but there's something so nice about these two. They just ARE in love and they STAY in love, and I LOVE that.

#WIPSnips #Touched #WriteSky

“Oh,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering. “Persist and I shall come undone.” This was the ultimate excitement for Drake. To please Dolly was to please himself. He continued this steady rhythm, and he watched as her body stiffened and her breasts began to heave. She brought a hand to her mouth, suppressing the sounds of joyous zenith, breathing heavily through her nose. As she began to twitch around him, each convulsion of her muscles reverberated through him and cleared his mind of all thought. He took hold of both hips now, pulling her down onto him as deep as he could go. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, his breath stopped short as he was met with sweet release. With a shuddering exhale, he felt warmth and relaxation spreading through his body. He looked back up at her with a grin, and she removed the hand from her mouth, returning his look with a chuckle. He sat up, putting his arms around her and turning them again, placing her on the mattress and covering her with kisses.

7 24

Reposted by El(iza)beth

PJC Cahill @pjccahill.bsky.social · 13h

#WIPSnips - Demon King Daughter - subbing 'final' - so this looks like a major spoiler, but it happens in the first 10 pages because it's the core gimmick set up XD Source of the title!
#writesky #writingcommunity #fantasy #yafiction #demon
-eBook Preorder: a.co/d/c4RtAOj
-Print available Nov 4 2025

"...Masuyo Ouno, you are a rare creature. I will assist your wish, and I will learn from it. You say I will never understand, but I am willing to master this bond of family you espouse. So... not a curse. I will offer my protection to your child, and your child will teach me of family. We will become one. Wholly both. Neither loses, both gain."
The Demon King made his last choice. He wielded his tremendous magics as his true self one final time. The new soul of the baby, Masuyo's daughter, was encoiled in his soul. His power, his essence, his knowledge flowed into and joined the tiny human soul still forming.
Masuyo's daughter was the Demon King.

#WIPSnips
a Bluesky Writing Community Tag
Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social
October 13th through October 19th.
October 13 - push
October 14 - ultimate
October 15 - care
October 16 - might
October 17 - loaf
October 18 - dodge
October 19 - trial

3 23

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · 13h

The Moth King can be quite an ass when he's sitting on his throne #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #Authors #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #Romantasy #AuthorSky #AmQuerying

He leans forward again. “Pain … of … death …” he says, annunciating every word.
I look down at the ground. “On pain of death,” I agree.
He sits back, radiating smug satisfaction. “Veradis will take you to your unit.” The gray man grabs me by the arm and hauls me to my feet before I have a chance to give the Moth King a look of defiance, which probably ultimately works out in my favor.

1 5 31

Reposted by El(iza)beth

🕯️ El(iza)beth 🌬️ mistress 🍁 of 🕸️ spiders 🕷️ @arachnereid.bsky.social · 13h

#WIPsnips : ultimate puppy 💗

And so, Niwa wrapped herself up in her first romance. It was one of those mythic loves only young ones could experience, a melding of hearts, a sureness of ultimate connection. Before heartache and disappointment toughened them up against reckless bliss.

4 21

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Dr. Kimi W. W. @drkimiww.bsky.social · 12h

#vss365
#WIPsnips

3 5 19

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Jasin Fayble @jasinfayble.bsky.social · 12h

#WIPSnips #ultimate
The syscrak Damien escaped SecureCorp soldiers through the sewers before he found a place to clean up and think only to discover boosters who knocked him out and it's where he meets the Miranda in Between Neon and The Light subroutine Access Denied.
#cyberpunk #godpunk #amwriting

The swirl of abyss and black nightmares ceased. Damien found himself on the cracked concrete floor of a former nightclub. Moisture and rank sewer filth covered his person. He spit out congealed blood and examined the sparse room. A mob of cyber laced, steeled-out, juiced to cyb-heaven boosters relaxed, carried on, and slam danced to the hardcore and overtly loud metal music.
The boss and de facto leader of the gang dragged a slave girl by the hair closer to Damien and lorded over the diminished syscrak. A plethora of the warboss’ many tattoos glowed neon, one of which displayed the number seventeen as a kill counter. If Damien had such a counter, it would read null.
The beast of a man commanded great respect from the horde, due in part to his fanatical aggression but also for the rare talent and capacity for coherent thought amidst the haze of incredible drugs. Despite the dangerous position Damien found himself in, the nomad girl caught his attention. The normally attractive fit figure and lovely façade diminished at the sight of long wavy brown locks caked with blood. Fortunately for the lady, the boosters held aloft reckless violence, hate, and drugs as the ultimate get off, the concept of woman abused in that way held no appeal.
“So yuyu. What tha frag yous is doin in my bat’room, huh?” The deafening concert and associated amiable attitude dimmed when the warboss interrupted the chaos of the slam dancing masses in the graffiti coated room. Damien broke from his daydream of the captive woman and cringed when the crowded room of junk head gang members notorious for violence all turned their attention from the party to him in expectation of a prompt answer.

2 9

Reposted by El(iza)beth

silverfell.bsky.social @silverfell.bsky.social · 11h

Superman is punk rock. My demons are too. The Scion.

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity

Maybe the creature didn’t actually have a shape as his brain was ready to accept. Maybe the sense of madness its presence incited wasn’t the demon’s fault, but the natural reaction of Bobby’s sense to something that could not be defined by common rules. In short, maybe the demon was imply the ultimate punk rock badass. Terror and confusion were the natural result of limited minds trying to grasp it.
Or maybe it was just evil. Its best friend was a cannibal who looked like a girl.

3 12

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Racthoh @racthoh.bsky.social · 11h

#WIPSnips Ultimate. Our hero, having returned home, listens to his son struggle to come to terms with his father's exile.

Text in the alt.

#WritingCommunity #Writesky

"Speak, son, I insist."
"I just don't know what to make of all this, especially of you, Father, and of Anor. The ignorance bestowed upon us had good intentions to back it, despite the harshness of the truth within. Alfrost may have been the one responsible for Anthor's decline, but the humans were ultimately to blame for everything. Had they not attacked, there would not have been a secret to hold. Anor taught us not to trust the humans, with everything I've heard not only from his mouth, the history of Riotion, but now from my own father as well. He was right, even if you see him as wrong."

4 22

Reposted by El(iza)beth

M. Walsh - Author @m-walshwrites.com · 11h

#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

When Lily would later look back on the events of the evening, she wondered if Henry Castle knew about Lewis’s mission. He had been a thief and murderer, but did he go to Maude’s Stopover with intent? Or was it another terrible coincidence on a night of many?
Ultimately, regardless of his own purposes, Castle entered the way-station on a night when assassins had come to kill the priest already there. And Lily, by selecting him as her prey and SPOILER, wound up drawn into the conflict as well. Some might call it fate. Others, rotten luck. From her experience, there was little difference.

12 30

Reposted by El(iza)beth

Dr. Kimi W. W. @drkimiww.bsky.social · 1d

Pt270
Ang didn’t want to #push, but with an #undertone of grief in her voice as Wanda urged her to shuffle & cut cards repeatedly, she whispered, “Can these cards tell me about my sister? Where she is? How I can find her & get her back from that man? She just wanted to line dance.”
#WIPSnips #vss365

2 3 26

El(iza)beth @elizabethtitus.bsky.social · 1d

Hey Jasin, nice to meet you! Have a good day. ☺️