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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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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Is your character religious or spiritual?

Is there a god/gods in their world? Is their existence a matter of faith, or are physically present? Does your character believe?

Do they pray or perform rituals?

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December 7, 2025 at 11:12 PM
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Empty | Tok meets, and rescues, our good friend Aesus for the first time. The Zhaly is near dead, but he's a survivor deep down.
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For Tokonus the moment was bittersweet. Seeing the sudden spark of hope in Aesus’ eyes made him smile softly. It was the portrait of suffering that decorated the Zhaly that pained him. There was nothing that Tokonus could do to right the wrongs of the past, but it did not stop him from wishing he could. The horrors Aesus must have undergone – the other empty cages helped tell the story of his fate as well. There was nothing good that could have come from the evil of this dark crevice. Was this, too, the pain that the Ibo endured at the hands of Rodderick during their stay in his iron entrapments? “Pain come way... it come way from dis man... Thank you for dis joy...” “What happened here? Why were you locked away?” Othelia inquired.
December 7, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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I ran my hands through my hair, and then I froze. I kept my hair cut short in a pixie cut. The hair I had run my fingers through was long. It hung past my shoulders, with indulgent curls cascading down my head. This wasn’t me. I suppressed a scream.
I crawled to the edge of the bed and climbed off, touching my feet on the thick carpet. It felt soft and warm between my toes as I stood up. I smoothed out the shear cream nightgown that had bunched up at my waist. I hadn’t been wearing a nightgown last night. I couldn’t remember ever wearing a nightgown. The gown hung off my left shoulder, like I’d stepped off the cover of a Harlequin romance novel. I could see my body through the fabric of the nightgown. The nightgown was so shear it felt more revealing that standing naked. The boatneck collar was so wide every movement threatened to dislodge the nightgown. “Who makes collars this wide?” I asked the empty room. I shook my head as I spoke to myself. I didn’t even sound like myself. Then, still looking down at the collar, I noticed my bust. All my life I’d hated my A-cups. I resented looking more like a twelve-year-old than a twenty-one year old. Well, I didn’t have the chest of a twelve-year-old now. I looked like Barbie decided to pose for Playboy. Looking down at my now bountiful cleavage, I guessed that I was at least a D-cup now. “Those are going to hurt when I run,” I sighed.
December 7, 2025 at 7:04 PM
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Wren & Co try to find lodgings at a town in the middle of their yearly watercress festival.

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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“So all the inns are booked and the pubs are selling space sleeping on the floor after last call,” Molly explained in between bites of some sort of piping hot fish chowder. “All the villagers have rented out their spare rooms and attics spaces if they’ve got them, but if we take the south road out of town, there’s still some farmers out there letting people pass the night in their barns.” “What about horses?” Wren asked, trying to squeeze into an even smaller ball around her bowl of soup as a line of people edged by behind them, looking for an empty table in the impromptu restaurant. The structure consisted of little more than a couple of tarps strung between poles and an open pit fire, with planks thrown over buckets for seats, but it was doing brisk business and the chowder was delicious. “There’s a posting house on the same road. The innkeeper spoke well of them, said they wouldn’t try to rent us any nags.” “Well, we were headed in that direction anyway.” Wren shrugged and sopped up the dregs of her bowl with a crust of bread. “We’ll pick up the horses, then ride out towards the farms and see if anyone will put us up for the night.” “So we’re turning south then taking Abbey Road?” Bruce confirmed as he started in on his second bowl of chowder, scooping up great heaping spoonfuls as he talked. “Mm-hmm,” Wren nodded, still chewing her last bit of bread. “The road ends at the Medicus Abbey, but there’s a village nearby and I’ve got a guide waiting for us there to take us the rest of the way. A few more days and we should be there.” “Gods willing,” Bruce closed his eyes and pressed his hands together as if he was praying. “This stuff’s pretty good, but what’re the green bits?” The mercenary swirled his bowl of chowder around, poking at it with his spoon. “I think it’s watercress,” Spencer replied, smirking as he dabbed his mouth with a handkerchief. “Of course it is,” the mercenary grumbled, dropping the bowl onto the table with a disgruntled thud.
December 7, 2025 at 5:31 PM
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“You’re escaping again?” He jumped and let out a squeak upon hearing Lamont’s scratchy voice inside. She sat slumped in front of the stall holding her destrier. One empty bottle lay in the hay beside her, while a second sat in her lap. She looked at him, and even in the dark, he saw she was very drunk. He was surprised to find her in this condition considering he hadn’t sat in the cellar that long. She’s not just drinking hard, he thought. She’s drinking fast. The impulse to run came upon him. The Princess was volatile and violent while she was sober. He didn’t want to know what she could be like in her current state. But her head swayed, and despite the shadows, he saw her eyes had lost their intensity. She wasn’t just intoxicated, she was despondent. “I won’t lie,” she said. “If you left, I might not chase after you. I don’t know what I’d do.”
December 7, 2025 at 5:14 PM
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Happy #WIPSnips 7 - Empty!

Listen, I write horror, but nothing so horrifying as late stage capitalism
Edie couldn’t remember the last time she’d just sat and talked with someone. She’d been working herself raw under the looming threat of cutbacks. When Edie had gone under guillotine, all that extra-effort energy went into getting another job, and the more she fruitlessly put into that, the less time she found for anything else. The constant cycles of applications, interviews, and rejections left her too empty for anything except watching the trashiest television shows available, and ignoring the few people that still cared about her. And all this just to find another job where she barely saw the sun or dated or went out with friends, so she could spend her days staring at columns of numbers and talking to people she didn’t care about, in order to figure out the best pitch for products she thought were dumb or crass or both, to try to impress people who didn’t care about her, who in turn called her Addie.
December 7, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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Please forgive the poor editing and lack of proper spacing, but this rough snip follows on a snip I shared of Charlie visiting her Dad after 6yrs and being rude to him.

Jack finally pulls the problem out of her on the way home…
“I had a doll when I was really little,” she finally broke the silence, some miles down the road, releasing her story in a quiet monotone, sounding distant. “One of these baby-dolls that’s supposed to be lifelike. You press a button on the hand and it says stuff. You know, like ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m hungry’ or ‘let’s play’.” Jack nodded. He was familiar with creepy talking dolls. “Anyhow, it was fun for a little bit. I’d hold it and it would say ‘I’m hungry’ so I’d pretend to give it a little bottle. It would say ‘let’s play’ so I’d clap it’s little hands together like patty-cake. It would say ‘I love you’ and so I’d give it a nice long cuddle. But it only knew, maybe, five sentences and they’d just repeat over and over again at random. I’d give it the bottle and a second later it would claim to be hungry again. It would just keep repeating its script. It just started to sound so empty. It wasn’t reacting to me at all, or to the real world around it. It was just a machine…. I mean, I knew that, but the illusion was completely gone.” “But that’s like my Dad. You push a button and some banal encouragement or platitude comes out.  Like he’s empty, not reacting to reality.  It’s not a big thing, but it starts to hurt after a while, that's all, makes you feel small and pointless.  I know it's silly.  I love my Dad.  I just hate being around him. It wasn't nice growing up here.  People always think it must have been like some kind of paradise, like I grew up in a cozy bed and breakfast or something, cuz that's what they think of when they think of the cotswolds.  I think that's what my parents thought it would be like when they first came out here.”
December 7, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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#WIPSnips

The Chairman has a pretty strict policy of non-interference.

But a petty miracle just to piss off his son's snarky boyfriend? Maybe...

After all, He works in mysterious ways.

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December 7, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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Poor, gentle, spider-twink Motayu is not having a good day. Somehow he can magically see the actual bonds of people's lives intersecting. Unfortunately, a whole lot of those people are suddenly dead.

From Felcrown, my fantasy adventure serial about a megadungeon that becomes a city.

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Screenshot of a work-in-progress manuscript with the word 'empty' highlighted. But from the many corpses strewn about, every one of their bonds shriveled away into a mere wisp that broke and faded to ash as if it never existed. Motayu shifted to his full spider form and scurried over the empty shells that once were lives. He heard his friends call for help. He saw the bonds that reached from him towards all of them. Clinging to the edge of the platform, he fled from it all. He ran nonstop up the chasm wall and into the depths of the library — far away from both the living and the dying. He wished he could flee far enough to forget the sight of so much senseless death.
December 7, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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It's a nice snip today! 😅 Mem & Light are walking home late after Clara abandoned Mem at a club, and we learn one of Mem's favorite interests.

From #Charagma, my SFF dystopia where all people are marked saved or damned from birth.
They’d fallen back into conversation after leaving the club, but now walked on for a few minutes in silence—not an awkward silence, but a comfortable one which felt no need to be filled with forced chatter. Out here, away from the public plazas, there were far fewer people about; in fact, the streets were almost completely empty. Around them, the perpetual hum of Numentech filled the night with its mournful sound, seeming louder than usual in the absence of other sounds. Above, clouds shone silver in the light of the moon, and patches of black sky peeked out here and there between them. “Have you ever looked at the sky through a telescope?” she asked Light. “Hm?” “I did once,” she said. “When I was young. My parents took Clara and I to the observatory to look through the great telescope there. We couldn’t believe how many stars there were. So many more than what you can see with the naked eye.” “Oh?” Light glanced up at the hazy sky. “I didn’t know there were that many more.” “It’s because of the city lights,” Mem explained. “Arx Lucis is so bright, it makes it hard to see most of the stars. It’s like there’s a fog of light around us all the time that hides other lights.” “I suppose that might be the only benefit of living in Terra Tenebrae, then,” he said. “It’s darker, so you could see more stars.” “Yes,” Mem said reluctantly, feeling a little uneasy at the thought for some reason. “But I doubt anyone out there feels it’s worth the exchange.”
December 7, 2025 at 2:02 PM
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Duels of Blood (sometimes you have to meet a pest on his level 😤)
Obito drummed his fingers on the desk, then finally pulled out an inkstone and an ink stick from the drawer. As he began grinding, he said, “If we’re heading west instead of going home, we should at least tell Master Yujin.” “You don’t mind that it might be an empty lead?” Daisuke grinned as he leaned forward on his elbow. “It’s better than what we have now.” “I can almost hear how much that’s killing you on the inside.” Obito looked up, glanced at the inky stains on his fingers, then smudged a black streak across Daisuke’s cheek.
December 7, 2025 at 1:38 PM
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Nasty dialog.
Lyn expresses her resentment at serving Rushak, who’s too weak to get up. (He usually keeps his inner ass hat under wraps.)

- Brother’s Keeper, first book of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
You're trying to hide behind others' pain. Admit the truth: you're frightened for yourself.” He placed the EMPTY teacup in its saucer with deliberate care, his fine tremor rattling the delicate porcelain, and reached for a biscuit. He nibbled at a corner, fixing her with a look. "And you are here because you miss Drisal in bed." She could find no words venomous enough to express her outrage. “Well, I can try to convince him to take time off," he offered in a dubious tone. "I don't know about tomorrow night. Maybe the next? In the meantime, I'm grateful your concern for me is so heartfelt." She clenched her fists at her sides. She could not stop herself. "You ... you glib, flippant, melodramatic, selfish, disrespectful little parasite!" He flashed an indecently gay little smile. "I try." Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
December 7, 2025 at 12:39 PM
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#WIPSnips 7. "Empty"

I can't resist sharing cute Ashtara moments 🥺🥰

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Nitara buried her fingers in layers of soft hair, massaging Ashrah’s head. Despite all the battles still ahead of her, all the chaos raging outside her ship, the weight in her chest unspooled in a content sigh, washing her entire body in a wave of peace. “May I spend the day with you?” Her eyelids fluttered open, meeting the light in Ashrah’s eyes, so tender but bright enough to light up the entire room. “I’ll sleep, and you’ll get bored.” “I promise I will not.” She laid her head against Nitara’s chest. Closed her eyes. “Your body on mine, it warms me. But this fire does not hurt. I hear your heart beating, so close to my empty chest, and for these moments, it is as if I have a heart, too.”
December 7, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for December 7th is "empty" - Upon the arrival of the Lord Hand to the Commons Trade Hall and running into Edric, the Coin Crow.

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He was so focused that he did not notice the wave of quiet rolling through the hall. One voice after another fell away, replaced by the empty rustle of cloth and the shift of boots. Not until a voice spoke at his elbow, sharp and amused. “I was told Lord Buckler is as pretty as any lass. And a ginger. You are neither of these, my good man.” The words pricked him up out of his focus. Edric had a clipped reply ready on the tip of his his tongue, but when he turned, what he saw stole the words clean away. Or, better said, who he saw.
December 7, 2025 at 11:56 AM
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Night falls
From "HatWIP"
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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.
December 7, 2025 at 11:54 AM
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#WIPSnips | empty

From my post-apocalyptic #WIP w/ a misfit trio of kids.

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Writing snippet: “It's here,” he said, tucking the map away. “This is it.” Lennie glanced around the clearing that housed the small building. There was nothing around, no signs of life. The remains of a charred campfire covered in fallen leaves. One window stood open, a frayed curtain blowing through in the frosty breeze. “Oh, Micah,” she whispered. He caught her eye and looked away again. “No, this is it.” He kept the bow low as he approached the door, but Lennie didn't follow; because she knew whatever was left in there was not what Micah had hoped to find, that it was either empty or home to a rotting corpse. There was no plan, no miraculous savior. But that was something he'd need to discover for himself.
December 7, 2025 at 11:13 AM
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Here's one from the prologue! It's just Shallot, Parsnips, and Turnip at the inn (Turnip is maybe 4 or 5). Onion is here, providing security while she can. But she's a woman of a species where the men get *really* big and buff, so she's worried about her own safety, too.
“Don’t worry, love. Mama and Auntie Onion will keep you safe.” “But who’ll keep you and Auntie Onion safe?” Shallot opened her mouth to say comforting words, but all that came to mind were empty and devoid of truth. The four men at the table let out a raucous guffaw. Shallot didn’t know what they’d found funny—their attention was on their own conversation; they paid her no mind—but she felt unarmed. If they had teamed up, those four men could have done anything they wanted to Onion, and then who’d stop them from going feral? The things they could do to her inn, to her, to Turnip, sent a shiver down Shallot’s spine. Shallot, Parsnips, and Turnip from the Good Thyme Inn books when Turnip is very young. She is being held by Shallot and looking over into a pot of stew Parsnips is making. He’s holding a large stirring spoon Art drawn by Claire Leslie
December 7, 2025 at 11:11 AM
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This, apparently, is a history lesson …

From ‘House Rules’.

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“So, this was about the time that Dorothea Megaluthina decided that what every seanchailleach should wear a hat, a pointed one, because it helped with the drainage.” Professor Wollop, touched the knee of the student next to her. “Ooh, and there was such a talking about it as you wouldn’t believe. ‘A hat?’ They’d say. ‘What’s so bad about a decent scarf? Never done me no harm.’. And, of course, Dorothea, they didn’t use familial honourifics back then, of course, that came later, as a matter of respect, but Dorothea says, ‘A scarf’ll do nowt to keep the slime from atop your head half as well as hat. Mark my words’. And so, of course, it were proven true.” She nodded, conspiratorially, and started to pour herself another cup of tea from a pot that, Hedric considered, should have run empty at least eight cups ago. And not once had she excused herself to visit the privy, proving, if nothing else, that witches had incredible bladder control. At least when it came to tea. Beside Hedric, Rum feverishly wrote down everything, which was rather difficult because she had to support the paper and the inkwell on her lap.
December 7, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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After falling asleep with someone for the first time it's usually nice to wake up with them. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
Strope stirred in a surprisingly bright moon-light and shuffled underneath the cover. He was alone in the seat. The space Halla had occupied was still warm and his arms felt empty. A thin blanket that was a patchwork of rags had been draped over him. More for comfort than warmth as he was still fully dressed and the nights were becoming warm. Limbs stretched and eyes rubbed, Strope yawned and began to search for Halla. He'd hoped to wake up with Halla. It had been frustratingly long since he'd woken up next to anyone and, even though the evening had been relatively chaste compared to his handful of similar encounters, he had a feeling that this one may lead to something longer than a few nights. As he scanned the shadows for a sign of Halla, Strope started to hum softly. A bouncy ditty he used that buoyed his mood when the nerves approached. Strope passed the main door and paused to give it a rattle. Still locked and the key was in the inside. Halla must be somewhere here.
December 7, 2025 at 8:47 AM
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#WIPSnips | empty

Archer and Viola having a chat while dealing with the buck they've just killed - and, in the process, giving us a wee bit more of Archer's backstory (plus more on Sacaask belt-knives)

( saranadosfiction.com/2023/05/25/s... )
“Careful with it.” “Worried I might cut myself?” “Worried you might break it. It’s not easy to get that kind of inlay repaired north of Masik-Tal.” “You fret too much.” But she shifted her grip all the same, tucking the spine of the hilt more securely into her palm. “Family heirloom?” “You could say that.” He’d buried his first belt-knife alongside Elisabeth, by a rocky outcrop near their home, and worn an empty sheath for a year afterward until Ira, frustrated by how long he was taking to pull himself out of the mire of grief and regret, had made a present of one of hers to him with the order that he wasn’t to stop wearing it until he had a damn good reason. “My father’s side.” “Hm. Explains the pattern-work.” “You’re familiar with it?” “Hard not to be.” She grinned, obviously amused by his reaction. “Lady’s maid to a noble, remember? ‘melia and I spent enough time being tutored in the various subtleties of court intrigue that I can spot the symbols favoured by most of the major bloodlines fairly easily. Even bastard branches.” And, before he could work out whether to be offended or not by the remark, she added, “Look, I’ll turn my back if it’ll make it easier for you to drink. Rather not be trying to gut the thing while you’re still feeding.”
December 7, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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A Scene of Peaceful Pools

From Siege of the Spirit

#WIPSnips #empty #fantasy #darkfantasy #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #peace #mindfulness #water
White text over a photo of a pond with clear water in a green mountain meadow reads: The river had dwindled to a series of pools connected by grassy land bridges full of wildflowers, broadleaf plants and blooming bushes. Each pool wore a different aspect. Most seemed clean and empty of thought, their blank surfaces rippling with each changing breeze. In some, a smoky murk obscured the depths in a fog of slow, swirling rumination. Siege of the Spirit
December 7, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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Summer learns about the cows of Christmasland

(Note: elves speak in third-person)

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From …In A Pear Tree🎄🐮
Black text, green background, “empty” highlighted blue "Hi, Flake," she said, looking at the cow dubiously. "Does this cow jump over the moon?" Flake giggled. "Don't be ridiculous. That's way too far for a poor cow to jump. Flake could milk her all day, and she couldn't fly that far. She's a pretty good flyer, though. The best of the maids' cows." "Flyer? The cows fly? I've never seen a cow fly." "Well, then. Summer mustn't be milkin' her properly. She's gotta be on EMPTY if Summer wants to see her fly. Milk's much too heavy, and she's much too uncomfortable to try if she ain't been milked."
December 7, 2025 at 8:47 AM
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Okay so this is a personal message (recorded) received during the outbreak of the crisis. Sorry for the long snip

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December 7, 2025 at 9:13 AM
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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.

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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 · 22h
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