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papadjinn.bsky.social
Man, last week Tok was going for a jog in the woods. Now people expect him to fight in a war and lead people?! He's not even qualified to be a barista! I do not know that the True Mother is thinking!!
'A Sword in the Snow'

#UnhingedPit #A #F #Q
papadjinn.bsky.social
I can agree with that. I support them all the way.
papadjinn.bsky.social
No one ever truly changes completely. As long as you can curb your more negative instincts you're on the right path.
papadjinn.bsky.social
I'm with them. Fuck being forced until something you don't wanna do. I hope they never get caught.
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woodenvelt.bsky.social
#AwesomeCharacters

Wren is TERRIBLE at taking orders. Sometimes, she doesn't even listen to herself. She can follow the lead of someone she trusts, especially if it involves something she is not an expert on (like Spencer and the undead). Spencer... 🧵

#WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #Wrencer
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

How is your character at taking orders?

Do they prefer that someone else make the decisions? Are they a rebel? Do they avoid the whole situation whenever possible? Would they rather be giving the orders?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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professoremily.bsky.social
#AwesomeCharacters

Mireia is all rebel, 💯💯💯

She hates taking orders so much, she will knowingly do something detrimental to herself just because someone ordered her not to. This is a core element of her personality.

She does get more rational about it as she gets older, but it's just who she is.
She couldn’t see clearly enough to aim while she was wearing that mask. So she reached to take it off.
“Do not remove your mask, candidate,” said Icozoue.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Mireia pulled off the mask, and her nostrils were flooded with air that tasted of wet stones.
“Please put your mask back on, candidate.”
High Priestess Xa’aba was sterner. “Young woman, if you do not put your mask back on, we shall disqualify you from the tests!”
“I don’t care,” Mireia declared as she tossed the mask away.
“I’m not going to disqualify her,” Icozoue argued. “Why would you tell her that?”
He stood beside the downward stairs with his hand raised, as if to say, “No, not this way.”
“Why not this way?” she demanded.
“Just trust me, take the upward stairs. They’re much better.”
Mireia chose to take the downward stairs, simply because he didn’t want her to.
“There’s nothing on the other side of the wall that’s more interesting than what’s inside it. You know that, iidi?”
“Yes.”
“Then what made you want to go over?”
“I don’t like walls.”
“Some walls are there for your own good,” he’d said. “Just like sometimes your mothers and I give you orders for your own good. We’re only trying to keep you safe and happy.”
“But I want to decide. I want to go where I want to go.”
“Even if it means falling off a cliff and breaking your arm?”
“Yes.”
“You know that’s awfully silly, don’t you, sa’aba?”
“I don’t care.”
papadjinn.bsky.social
Yeah, he hates corporate America. Get in, get out, and try not to trip along the way.

Tok does it out of necessity. Honestly the weight of delegating and working for the greater good of people stresses him out.
papadjinn.bsky.social
I hope they learn from one another, neither extreme is inherently good.
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khonri.com
This is a fun question.

Mana wants to be given orders. She wants to be told what to do and go with the flow. It's entirely from a place of uncertainty and lack of confidence.

Mori is not keen on taking orders, will avoid it if he can, and prefers self-directing rather than giving orders to others.
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

How is your character at taking orders?

Do they prefer that someone else make the decisions? Are they a rebel? Do they avoid the whole situation whenever possible? Would they rather be giving the orders?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
papadjinn.bsky.social
Tok is good at taking orders, but as of late he's mostly been the one giving orders.

Duggy would rather avoid following orders, especially if he doesn't agree with them. He's more of the "do just enough to go unnoticed" type of person.
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

How is your character at taking orders?

Do they prefer that someone else make the decisions? Are they a rebel? Do they avoid the whole situation whenever possible? Would they rather be giving the orders?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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hiriadunning.bsky.social
#humpday snippet from page 33 of Before Queens and Saints ⚓️💜🕊
Timon gazed into her eyes a little longer than he might have otherwise, a searching stare. She smiled back and patted him on the head. Uncanny perception or not, she had four times the lifespan on him to have built up her defences. The little scamp wasn't getting in. Not tonight.
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ddwardiswriting.bsky.social
I'm still outlining. So you get the opening lines instead.
This is an account of the Second Basilisk Incident.
I have assembled this account from newscasts, personal logs, military data, and more.
This is the account the Olympus doesn't want you to see.

= = =
Atlas City, Now

Enid Taylor, Lil to her friends, woke at dawn on the first day of the second Basilisk Incident. The sky sat cold and blue though some stars remained visible in the sky. She still lived in Atlas City, and the Earth Gate rose visible above the skyline out her bedroom window. She put on her cybernetic foot and two cybernetic fingers. She walked into her kitchen, her grey persian cat Monster greeted Lil with a purr. Lil poured herself a cup of coffee from the automated coffee machine.
And then the Resurrection Event erupted up out of the Earth’s crust. The blow knocked Monster and the kitchen table over and sent Lil sprawling. Cups and saucers scattered. Alarms went off all across Atlas City. Lil pulled herself to her feet. She looked out the window to see a crystalline behemoth looming above the Earth Gate. The creature blocked the morning sun, a crystalline dragon with limbs like a great bat. Three eyes glared as it turned its head back and forth.

Lil sighed and slapped a nicotine patch on her arm and righted the table. Righting a chair, Lil sat down to watch from the kitchen. The monster seemed to shed miniscule bits from it’s body. The bits swarmed about the monster like angry insects.
A recorded voice began to warn people to stay inside. Help was coming, the voice insisted. Lil took a sip of her coffee. The dragon whipped its tail and brought down three highrises. Dust and debris billowed up from the falling structures. 

Six human silhouettes streaked across the sky towards the monster. Lil took another sip and watched.

I know what you’re thinking. We’ve all seen the same news reels every time First Impact Day rolls around. But that was thirty five years ago. She’s fifty five. She’s not the same person. Give her time.
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sagetgreene.bsky.social
So grateful for the love in the AllAuthor Cover of the Month Contest 💚🫶

And it's compelled me to do marketing 😅

If you already voted, you're allowed to vote again in round 3! If you don't want to make an account, you can do the anonymous voting (see 2 at a time and pick your favorite each time)
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khonri.com
Hm, 33's still in notes form, so how about a quick live conversion?

Bit more than a line because other than the first line, feels a bit boring.
The source of that haunting sound appeared to be a slender piece of glass as long as her forearm that, upon closer inspection, seemed more like a feather. The ringing continued until she picked it up. 

She heard and felt it crack against her palm in the instant before the room was cast in relieving silence. Turning it over, blackened cracks marred its otherwise perfectly smooth and uniform surface, spreading away from an origin point that was her apparently bloodied hand touching it. 

Ah, shit, the fall.
papadjinn.bsky.social
It's well articulated here, no notes honestly. I'm just a sucker for babies.
papadjinn.bsky.social
Honestly, when I wrote that line I KNEW I was cooking ✍🏾. I honestly wish I was around for that reaction. That is exactly what I'm going for.
papadjinn.bsky.social
Eh, everyone can't be a delight to be around. I don't even blame her.
papadjinn.bsky.social
Those are some painful examples.
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tarasgeir.bsky.social
From a short story about a woman searching for her missing son. Hazel's search leads her to back to the convent she gave birth in. Warning, this one's rather dark. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
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smoking-gnu.bsky.social
G'morning #WIPSnips. Today's snip comes from TLC, who's writing has basically stalled at this point.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
“Earth would be your home? And who is ‘we’?” Rondu asks.
“Yes, Earth is my home. We are Humans, and until yesterday, when I was abducted by aliens, most humans thought we were alone in the universe.”
“Kowellians again,” Driona comments from the side.
“Oh, I see. Jokesters. And this is how you ended up here?”
“Sorta. They put me in this pod-“
“Hibernation pod,” Driona added helpfully.
“Yeah, that, just as a bunch of uniformed people burst into the room and arrest them. Then I wake up surrounded by aliens and I just ran. Then Driona here finds me, stabs me with a needle so I can actually understand what’s being said and finds that I’m missing some sort of implant?”
“No Identag and no translation nanites? You truly are a virgin race. There are no set non-interference laws, but meddling with species like yours is frowned upon. But that does not answer the question of why you are here, Jennifer. Driona, would you care to explain? Dropping her off with the authorities would have been so much easier without risking a flight in that deathtrap of yours, and would get her home eventually,” Rondu says and turns back towards Driona. I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t relieved.
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jundlife.bsky.social
Making plans...among other things.
From "Endlings"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
Using me again? 
You never complain.
He turned her cheek towards him, kissing her again. He had known her so long he almost did not need to use his talents to read her mind. She cared for him, but did not trust him one bit. Vayen could respect that, he always did like people who were smart.
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kleighdiaz.bsky.social
#WIPSnips | to care for ✨vibes

Toying with various characters in my post-apocalyptic #WIP having complicated relationships w/ religion.

Here's a bit from Lennie's mom. Reflections on motherhood in the apocalypse.

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting
Writing snippet: They’d warned her. They said things were falling, fast. Food running out. They said, let us be the last generation. They said, why would you invite such pain? Having a child was like setting your heart on the doorstep and waiting for the boot to drop, but that wasn't right. 

That would've been a quick demise.

No, having a child in this world meant baring your open chest to the elements and hoping they left you something intact, cracking open the ribs and watching the sinew stretch and snap.

But spare me my child, she prayed to the dark. Make me your example instead. Splay me wide on a table. I am Abraham's son—take me to the land of Moriah. Split my chest. Reach in.

Here I am.
papadjinn.bsky.social
If you go down your media tab they'll be in the correct order though. Small blessings and all that~
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sagetgreene.bsky.social
"care"

CW: adult content

Just realized that all 3 of this week's Erryn/Rolfe snips are pieces of the same scene, and they're being presented exactly backward 🙃

#WIPSnips #Touched #WriteSky
Rolfe yanked at Erryn’s undershirt, and the kiss was broken just long enough to remove it. He felt Erryn’s lean body, smooth and lithe. Rolfe’s hands were broad and warm, and softer than one would expect for his line of work. Erryn pulled Rolfe’s shirt up and over his head, and both garments were discarded carelessly on the floor. Rolfe moved forward, pressing Erryn against the wall and kissing him deeply. Erryn may have stood taller than Rolfe, but he felt diminutive and malleable in Rolfe’s care.