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I write fantasy novels that often feature aroace characters.

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Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Jul 14
Rayna Clay hunts monsters. But it has never really been that simple, has it?

Anthropomorphic: a hardboiled detective/urban fantasy novel about ace people and the secret incubi/succubi crimes they investigate.

And the betrayal that could shatter a delicate peace forever.

#BluePit 📖 #LGBT #F #C
Anthropomorphic Charlie Delta The Sword and the Eye
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December 7th – empty

#AnthropomorphicNovel, today!

Ray and Simon escape an ambush with Liz, who may be more…interesting than they initially expected.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Liz turned left onto a quiet residential side street, away from other traffic. “Do we have any pursuers?” I looked back and studied the road behind us; no cars in sight. “Looks like we are clear.” The succubus took a few more turns, deeper into the maze of streets. The empty roads would make anyone following us painfully apparent. She had some training; some experience in the craft. “What exactly did you do for the Council, again?” I asked. I caught a quick smile in the rearview mirror. “I…kept an eye on things for them. Asked questions, gathered information, that sort of thing. Nothing too serious,” Liz replied casually. “Right.” I raised an eyebrow. “We couldn’t rely on the Organization for everything, after all. So, when the Council needed to know something, they would send me to…have a talk with people.” “People like me?” Simon finally spoke up. “Well, you were in a terrorist organization, so, yes, people like you.”
December 7, 2025 at 9:48 AM
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#DecemberWorldbuilders 7

I am sad science week is coming to an end! This has been very fun!

The stars in my world have been arranged into constellations that differ from the ones we are used to. The only one discussed so far in the story is the Supplicant Knight, with stars forming a figure on 🧵
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 11h
Last for for our SCIENCE week, #DecemberWorldbuilders! Does your world have astrology and/or astronomy? Is it ever useful for your MCs? Tell me about your stars, friends 👀 ✨
MonthlyWorldbuilders prompts daily feed card #DecemberWorldbuilders Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 1: Science 7: Does your world have astronomy and/or astrology? The image shows a cozy town during winter with warm lights. Large mountains are in the background. It is blurred. Snowflakes are around the top words
December 7, 2025 at 6:06 AM
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

A bit under the weather tonight, apologies if I am slow to respond!

On a related note: how does your character deal with illness?

Are they stoic? Whiney? Immune to it altogether? Just drink a healing potion?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
December 6, 2025 at 10:57 PM
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“Hey, Leeroy, what is this thing?” “It’s a paperweight.” “It is heavy. Do you want me to hit you with it?” “It’s a gun,” he said with a groan. “My gun.” He expected her to ask how he got it, but the question never came. “It’s not magic,” she said. “I can tell that much. How does it work?” “You click the hammer back, aim, and squeeze the trigger.” She pulled on the hook-shaped switch he called the hammer. It snapped in place, causing the cylinder to rotate. She then held the pistol out and took aim at a tree. She braced herself, as did Celeste, expecting a loud bang or burst of fire. She knew of guns, but clearly never saw one in action and wasn’t sure what was coming as she squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened. She glared at Krutch, who said nothing. What he hadn’t told her, nor did he plan to, was he left the safety on that kept it from firing. She might have his pistol, but he’d be damned if he let her use it against him.
December 6, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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Happy #WIPSnips 6 - Hook!

From BLUDEYE BEACH. I wrote Edie as demisexual, and while I don't use that term in text (for reasons that aren't relevant or quick to explain), I did my best to faithfully represent her feelings and demisexuality overall ❤️🙏
Edie very bravely uncovered her face and let herself continue to speak. “I’m not looking to meet anybody. I don’t even know how long I’m going to be here.” “Never stopped me,” Manny said. “Nothing stops you,” Viola said, rolling her eyes. “Consent, dude.” Manny sounded a little indignant. “I’m not great at the casual thing,” Edie said. “I don’t really want to get involved with anyone unless I care about what they think. I tried hooking up with someone once in college, just to see what it was like. It felt … I dunno. It didn’t feel right. I kept losing interest the more I realized I had no interest in him as a person.”
December 6, 2025 at 4:01 PM
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#WIPSnips

It's hard to be tactful when you have a protective vampire with you.

The only mention of "hook" is in reference to a biker bard sign they steal from the junkyard to replace their busted gas station sign, making it "Bat Out of Hell Gas".

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December 6, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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Jason and Ayana are getting to know Jason's brother's new girlfriend, Sabrina.

From THE DEVOURING, my cosmic horror thriller about a married couple seeking revenge—and uncovering an occult conspiracy in the process. #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity
THE DEVOURING “It took a while to get there. During medical school, I thought I wanted to be a surgeon. But then I had the rare opportunity to do an autopsy and I was hooked. Bodies are fascinating, but the way trauma affects them after death is very different than if they were still alive.” “I see.” Finally wrenching her gaze away from Ayana, Sabrina peered at Jason. “Don’t tell me you work with dead bodies too?” she asked, her tone carrying a note of accusation. Jason forced an amused smile, not rising to her provocation. “No, thank God. I leave all that to Ayana.” @gunsmile.bsky.social
December 6, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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Today's prompt seems like kismet, doesn't it? @hookandquillpress.com 🐙

From book 2 of my romantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

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“Spencer,” Wren’s voice was muffled against the priest’s chest, “I will need to breathe again, eventually.” “Oh!” His grip loosened immediately, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” “No,” Wren laughed, a dry chuckle that twisted her lips into a half grin. Spencer’s heart lurched a little in his chest at the sight. “Honestly, you’re the first person I’ve come across tonight who hasn’t tried to stitch me up.” The thief swayed a little on her feet and Spencer gripped her shoulders to steady her. Wren’s skin was cold and damp with sweat under his fingers. Spencer looked at her, really looked this time, and felt worry sink deep hooks into his gut. “Come on, let’s get that necklace off of you.” He slipped an arm around her waist and guided her towards the center of the temple where there was more light to work by. Wren leaned against him, letting him bear the brunt of her weight. Spencer didn’t know whether to be thrilled she trusted him enough to let him see her weakness or terrified that she’d grown so frail already. He settled her on a bench and began rifling through their gear, gathering what was needed. “I tried to take it off,” Wren wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. “It burned my fingers, but I did try.” “I know you did,” Spencer said soothingly and draped a cloak around her shoulders.
December 6, 2025 at 2:58 PM
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#WIPSnips

Nothing fun today, just Bayle having heartburn over wardrobe choices for his date… er… hang-out… er… well he’s going on-world and Nora is showing him around, it’s not that deep.
lothes, he only owned one other outfit. It was the jacket that gave him indigestion. It had been a lucky find, something at a second hand shop that actually fit him for once, but he didn’t know if he should wear it, and risk having to carry it around all day, or leave it and wish he had it. Planetary weather could change quickly, and he’d never quite gotten used to it. He hung it on the hook, planning to decide in the morning, before laying down to read.
December 6, 2025 at 2:42 PM
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Hook | CW: violence, light gore, implied death - A battle has begun and blood will be drawn!
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First Re’Lu and then Ge’Fu powered through the screams and the bodies to make it past the gate as expected. It was the horse of Te’So, however, that caught an arrow in the chest, making the beast spasm and trip forward and unsaddling the Ak’haanas. The elder man scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could and brandished his hook sword. The armored men rushed him and were met by a demon, his arms swinging in arcs that split some and pummeled others. A spear buried itself into his side and became stuck in his powerful muscles. The man unfortunate enough to cause the wound was lifted from the ground by his skull. The guard’s head was crushed between powerful fingers, popping him like a grape in a vice. Once his body went limp, it was tossed at his allies to stagger them. Removing the spear from his body, the Ak’haanas hefted it at a man rushing him. The weapon caught its target, flung his body back as it impaled him. Te’So fought with all of his being, but blade after blade, arrow after arrow, and body after body slammed against him like a tidal wave. Te’so breathed in deep and bellowed out a sound like thunder that rocked the night and all who surrounded him. The roar of defiance that he howled made the Lumberians shiver to their core and only too late did they realize that it was a call to action. His body refused to fall to the ground and stood tall as his call was answered.
December 6, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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I forget if I shared it for #WIPSnips or another one, but Pyntal tried to help Digs out of an awkward situation by pretending she needed a translator. (Spoiler: Pyntal did not actually help… but was highly amused.)

From Felcrown, my fantasy adventure serial about a megadungeon that becomes a city.
Screenshot of a work-in-progress manuscript with the word 'hook' highlighted. The door barely closed before Pyntal nearly fell over laughing. Digs struggled not to shout. “What was that?! ‘Dignity… um… speak help?!’” “Sorry, Digs, I just went for it and didn’t think that through. Hee hee! But, hey, looks like you have a date! He is cute.” “I’m pretty sure we are both on the hook for that, Pyntal Tilliwic!” “Oh no, I’ve got no interest in the guys. He is all yours.” “I don’t— argh!” Digs leaned on the counter and glared at Pyntal. When the gnome merely smiled back and cocked an eyebrow, it was too much for Digs to hold back the laughter as well.
December 6, 2025 at 1:54 PM
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#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Constance Blake takes one of her newborn twin daughters (but which one?? 😈) to an illegal forger to get her a fake charagma.

From #Charagma, my SFF dystopia where all people are marked saved or damned from birth.
She gestured for Constance to lay the baby on the workbench, then went to a nearby shelf to gather her tools. Though it pained her to let go of her sweet girl, Constance reluctantly pulled her out of the sling and laid her down on the blanket, prying her fingers away from the chubby fist that clutched at them. As soon as the girl lost the touch of her mother, she began to grumble, then to cry. The other girl, still secured snugly in the sling, also began to cry in sympathy with her twin. “The trick is in the ink,” the forger woman went on, unbothered by the twins’ wailing. She brought back an elaborate machine with a long cord hooked to a slender appendage almost like a pen, but ending with a fine needle-point rather than a nib. Beside it, she lay a bottle full of pale glowing fluid whose light seemed to pulse faintly. “Plain liquid numen—like what they use to infuse the food—it looks fine in ordinary light. But under certain lights it reacts differently than a real charagma. Most couldn’t see it with their naked eye, but the Shepherds’ lenses can pick it up. That’s why we have our own recipe.” “Will it hurt her?” Constance asked, gently stroking her crying daughter’s head, brushing her thumb over the place where her charagma should have been. “Yes,” said the woman, without bothering to soften it. “It will hurt her quite a bit. But that is the price if you want her to live a normal life. A few minutes of pain for a lifetime of peace.” “Until she dies,” Constance whispered. “Until she dies,” the woman agreed grimly,
December 6, 2025 at 1:29 PM
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Danbi struggles with meditation.

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Let it go. Breathe. You’re going to get through this today. “You may begin to become aware of your emotions. Thoughts may arise—thoughts about what happened yesterday, what will happen tomorrow.” I feel myself tense—this is where things always go awry. “Take note of whatever surfaces, then bring your attention back to your breathing. Observe, inhale, and exhale.” Memories and concerns unfurl like strips of velcro, their tiny hooks catching at the soft fabric of my mind. My name whispered behind my back. The rubbery soles of the entire field training class in front of me. Vega’s underwhelmed face. Almost three weeks of trying to kindle, and not even a spark. I’m convinced the Rite of Epiphany glitched. It’s actually laughable that anyone would think I belong in Asterios. Older memories zip by as well, hurried bodies on a busy sidewalk. Too hasty to grasp, too jarring to ignore. “Remember, emotions need not send you anywhere you do not wish to go. Like balloons—you can let them carry you away, or you can simply let go of the strings.” But what if they feel like they’re tied around your neck?
December 6, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #writingprompt

Talismans of Sin (grabbed as a synonym. sorry it's a bit long!)
Obito’s arm protectively and instinctively shot out in front of Daisuke’s chest to stop them both in their tracks when a blood-curdling scream rose into the pitch-black night. They searched for the source of the sound, and when a second followed, Daisuke motioned toward the western part of town. They hurried across the nearest bridge as the downpour began, water splashing under their boots and creating a clangor against roof tiles. Although they sensed they were too late to save the person’s life, it didn’t slow their haste to catch the culprit. Breathing heavily, Obito halted when a little blue light floating just above the ground caught his attention, its ethereal glow rippling in the puddles beneath it. He gently grabbed Daisuke’s sleeve to stop him from going on without him.
December 6, 2025 at 1:05 PM
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#fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #hook

Marital problems … and more.

- Brother’s Keeper, first book of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
Jer's amused gaze shifted up from Cerel, changed to one of concern. Cerel turned, saw Lyn standing there. Strands of red-gold hair clung to her face, wet with tears. Jer sprang to his feet. “What's wrong, Lyn?" He put an arm about her shoulders. "It's Drisal." She wiped her eyes, HOOKed a finger on a strand of hair and pulled it from her face. “I haven't seen him in days. He comes, he goes, without so much as a word to me or Teryl. I know he's here somewhere ... but he never came home! He was in his workshop all night with Rushak. He wouldn't open the door. He wouldn't so much as answer me." Jer patted her on the back, making consoling noises. Cerel shook his head. All three were familiar with how secretive the brothers could get, but this did seem beyond even their extremes. And Lyn hadn't finished her story. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
December 6, 2025 at 12:32 PM
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#WIPSnips 6. "Hook"

"You always said that I'd come back to you again
'Cause everybody needs a friend, it's true
Someone to quiet the voices in my head
Make 'em sing to me instead, it's you" 🎶

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #BattlemageAskaly #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
When they were both already sweating and panting, the cryomancer whirled around and yelled, “Why are you following me?” “My heart told me to follow you, and so that’s what I’m doing.” A stupid answer, but it was the truth. “We can talk, if you want.” “Talk?” Xiuying scoffed. “I don’t need to talk, I need to punch something. Or someone. Are you offering yourself up for that, too?” “If it will help.” She frowned. Askaly raised her fists. “I mean it. Come on.” Still suspecting some mischief but unable to pass on such a good offer, Xiuying came at her, arms trembling as she threw one punch after the other. Askaly evaded or blocked with her palms, giving the other girl something solid to hit even though those bony knuckles hurt more than she had expected. No weapons, no magic, no fancy moves. Just jab, jab, hook, jab, each fistful of grief accompanied by a cry of anger. “Fight back, damn you!” Xiuying yelled.
December 6, 2025 at 11:55 AM
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You might think "hook up" sounds too slangy, but I think it's the kind of slang any fantasy world with the concept of hooks could invent. So, I use it in my world. Here, Grilled explains to Felli (Peaches) what commoners think of marriage and monogamy
“Don’t you have a ‘thing’ for Aubergine?” Felli asked. “Of course I do. He’s the most stunning man I’ve ever met. He’s beautiful, intelligent, mysterious… Gods, everything about him is perfect.” Felli smirked in Grilled’s direction, but since she couldn’t see him, she couldn’t tell what reaction his face held. “You aren’t afraid that I’ll steal him from you?” “The hell? Of course not. He’s not going anywhere. The Good Thyme Inn is his home, too.” Felli snickered. Did Grilled think ‘steal’ meant she would take him someplace else? “No, silly. I mean… aren’t you afraid that if he falls in love with me, you won’t get to make out with him anymore? What if he wants to marry me?” “We don’t believe in that nobility mud and sludge.” Grilled spat the words with disgust. “Marriage? Fuck off with that. Only queens and nobles do that to secure their inbred family lines. Normal people like us hook up with whoever wants to be with us. Doesn’t matter if we have one partner or twenty.” Good Thyme Inn polycule, showing who's fucking who
December 6, 2025 at 11:55 AM
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Our hero knows the way to a girls heart
From "HatWIP"
CW - The Wacky Tabaccy
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“I rolled us a blunt. I hope you don’t mind?” “You rolled a fucking blunt?” “Two actually, I figured it would be good for sharing and you don’t have to worry about bringing any home.” “You rolled two blunts? By yourself? How much weed is that? How much money do I owe you?” “None. I have a job and a reliable hookup. Money is stupid anyway.” I can see her face in the dancing light of the crackling flames. She is trying to size me up, to see if I am serious. I have caught her off guard. Excellent. “Where do you want to go?” She finally says. Victory!
December 6, 2025 at 11:52 AM
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The #WIPSnips word for December 6th is "hook" - from a conversation between Tomrick and the King-in-Timmor's-Skin regarding the generous remuneration of gong farmers at Bronzegate.

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Tomrick leaned closer so only the king could hear. “But the keep won’t stay sweet-smelling because a lord wishes it so. Someone has to crawl under the walls. Someone has to scrape the shafts clear. Someone has to do it in winter when the shit and piss freeze solid. And there’s the town to think of. They do it well here. My boy doesn’t have to trudge through shit because Timmor pays them well.” Tomrick could see Bran Stark now, the boy who once lived in a castle where other people did the filthy work out of duty alone. Ned Stark had been said to eat honor and shit duty. Duty didn’t fill bellies. Duty didn’t keep men loyal. “And if we paid them less,” Tomrick said. “They’d take their shovels, hooks, and scrapers and go where the coin is better. Then where would we be? Up to our ankles in what no one wants to think about.”
December 6, 2025 at 10:44 AM
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Closest I have is 'curve' for todays #WIPSnips. Halla remembers when she once saw one of the river monsters, the waden. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The waden were something Halla rarely saw as they were invisible. They guarded the Sixth Sister, preventing her from ever escaping via the water. The only time Halla ever caught a glimpse of the waden was after they'd eaten. A lone finger or the curve of a shoulder. Once she'd seen the face of a waden. It must have eaten recently, something huge. As a clerk, she heard stories of fishers on the river who fell from their boats and never emerged, or adventurous children who climbed on top of the river defences, and then there were executions. No one was ever killed by hanging, or fire, decapitation or any other method. They were always drowned. More food for the waden. There'd been a rebellion in the Orbo, more demands for better conditions and it had ended with the riot leaders being pushed from the bridge as the city watched. And that feast had given the waden a face. A smooth, glassy exterior with no features but a mouth. A wide, open mouth full of long, piercingly white teeth.
December 6, 2025 at 9:35 AM
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#WIPSnips | hook

Umm idk what to tell you about this one. It's what came to mind when I saw “hook.” Shrimp being weird…again. 😅👽

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP w/ a misfit trio of kids (one a little stranger than the rest).

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #amwriting
Writing snippet: Micah pierced the wriggling worm onto the hook just as Lennie dropped hers for the second time, cursing. He glanced over. “Need help?” “I can do it,” she said, picking up the bait again. “Damn, wriggly mother—” “Yeah, I'll help,” Micah said, setting the rod on a stone beside him. He sat next to her, took the hook and worm from her muddy fingers, slid the little thing on and handed the rod back. “Thanks,” she mumbled. Then her eyes went over Micah's shoulder to where Shrimp stood, Micah's line and hook in hand, as he dangled the worm over his open mouth. “Shrimp, don't!” But he'd already dropped the worm, hook and all. He smiled at her for a moment. Then frowned.
December 6, 2025 at 9:22 AM
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A little homely task …

From ‘Reign, Dear’.

#WiPSnips
With thick mittens on her hands, she struggled with the cauldron of washing, taking it down from the hook over the fire and placing it to the side. Taking a long ladle, she circled the bubbling water with it, lifting her underclothes out and seeing if they were clean. She preferred washing her clothes this way. Down at the well, in the village, people talked to her and that never ended well. Especially where washing was concerned. Lifting the hem of her skirt, she used it to wipe the steam from her thick glasses and looked up. She’d forgotten something.
December 6, 2025 at 9:13 AM
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#WIPSnips | hook

In which Mortimer tries to puzzle through who exactly is a guest of whom right now, and comes to no satisfactory conclusion

( saranadosfiction.com/2023/12/22/s... )
Judging by the smell of cigarette smoke, the window had been opened for a very good reason, but that didn’t change the fact that the draft coming in from outside was vicious enough to make him wish he’d not left his heavy outdoor cloak on the hook by the kitchen door. “Here.” “Thank you.” The mug of cider Archer handed him was almost hot enough to burn his palm, but right now he’d take a little pain for the warmth it provided. *That and the fact that he doesn’t seem upset that I’ve invited myself along to this supper.* If anything, the vampire had seemed almost relieved to see him, and not just because of the cargo of books he was carrying (which had been immediately whisked away to be added to the piles of tomes which seemed to have colonised every flat surface in the room). Almost as soon as he’d walked through the door, he’d been waved into a chair, handed a blanket (which was currently doing a decent job of keeping his legs warm), and generally treated as though he was an invited guest rather than someone who’d tagged along on the promise of a hot meal and absolutely no possibility of being ambushed by wandering Sinnlenst. *Though, I suppose, he’s the one who’s technically a guest in my house. Or my father’s house, at least.* But, then again, he and Sabbat had already been here when Mortimer had arrived, and Archer *had* known his father since before he was born, and… *And this is entirely too bloody confusing to be trying to puzzle through on an empty stomach.*
December 6, 2025 at 8:35 AM
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Little one from near the beginning.

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December 6, 2025 at 8:52 AM
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Look questions are hard, man.

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“I hope you'll forgive me for the short culture lesson first,” Mori said as he hooked his arm under hers and reached down to grab the hand on her belly and threaded their fingers together. She snorted, chiding herself, as the simple gesture of affection began to thaw her fears. Something was up, clearly. “Pfft. At what point have I ever turned down one of those? I've come quite a long way, you know.” “Yes you have, and that's why I think you'll appreciate it.” Mana rolled her eyes and shrugged off that familiar, creeping frost. “Alright then. As long as it's not weird, the answer's probably yes.” Mori let out a nervous chuckle that earned him a concerned squint. He tilted his head back toward the sky and closed his eyes before muttering something about it being the furthest thing from weird under his breath. He took a long, slow inhale.
December 6, 2025 at 12:41 PM