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❄️Charlie Delta ☃️
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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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#DecemberWorldbuilders 10

Fox may have some issues there...

The only family she ever knew were her father and mother, X'orrin and Iella.

Both of her parents are dead by the time by the time the story begins. And the manner and circumstances of their deaths still haunt her.

Her relationship 🧵
kiraofthewind.com Kira of the Wind (Erika McCorkle) @kiraofthewind.com · 50m
#DecemberWorldbuilders, our next questions about families asks about your characters specifically. Today's is for the MC, but you can pick any character. Be aware tomorrow's will ask about a villain, so choose who you want to answer for wisely! What is your MC's relationship with their family like?
MonthlyWorldbuilders prompts daily feed card #DecemberWorldbuilders Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 2: Families 10. What is your MC's relationship with family like? 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 10, 2025 at 5:41 AM
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Does your character go by anything other than their name?

Do they have a nickname, a pseudonym, or a title people use for them? Or earn one over the course of the story?

Do they like it, or prefer their name?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
December 9, 2025 at 10:56 PM
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#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Peaches tries on men's clothing for the first time. This is in the phase where they're starting to discover being nonbinary (they haven't settled on they/them pronouns yet, so they're still going by she/her in this scene)
When she opened the box, she was at first confused by what was clearly a suit designed for men. She hadn’t considered that dressing like a man might make her feel less like a woman. It was obvious in hindsight, but her concern had been entirely on her own body and not on what she wore. Perhaps meeting Shallot had blocked her own mind from making the obvious connection, given that the innmaster was entirely a woman, but dressed in men’s clothes. She felt dumb for not realizing it sooner. And her feelings of intellectual inadequacy made her blush and cast her eyes downward. “Do you not like them?” Shallot asked, noting Peaches’s expression. “Oh!” She clutched the clothes closer to her chest and blushed even more furiously when her emotions were called out. “That’s not it at all, Madam! I’ll need to try them on first.” Peaches drawn by AE-17 Peaches from the Good Thyme Inn books, a Takyufon, a person with roller blades for feet. They are tan-skinned, nonbinary, with pink tipped spiky hair, wearing a suit and tie. They have pink highlights all throughout their body and clothes
December 9, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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Paperback copy of Dance of Demons surrounded by stickers and a bookmark
December 9, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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Keep your 👀 open for more news about Bludeye Beach...!
A trope map graphic with purple background and a placeholder cover design on a book in the middle. The graphic reads: Bludeye Beach by Eliwood S. Gheist Found family Everybody's hiding something Second chance romance Monster menagerie Nothing is what it seems
December 9, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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New commission by the very lovely & talented @nushdeco.bsky.social!!

It's my twin girls Clara & Mem Blake from #Charagma. Nush absolutely knocked this one out of the park! It's so beautiful 😍

#art #characters #writingcommunity #writesky
Beautiful digital painting by @nushdeco.bsky.social. Clara and Mem Blake, two twin sisters in their early twenties, stand back to back in the center at a tilted angle with a city landscape behind them. They are both white and blonde with blue eyes; Clara wears white and red clothes and holds a crossbow, her long hair flowing in the wind, Mem wears gray and blue clothes with her hair tied back in a bun under a scarf. Mem's expression is haughty and determined, Clara's expression is innocent and a little sad. They are surrounded by a ring of fiery light with curving shadows reaching around them. The city towers over them in the background: it is a bunch of decorated towers and floating basalt islands connected by light bridges. In the center of the sky above everything, a golden seraph with six wings hovers, two wings covering their face and two covering their feet.
December 9, 2025 at 5:12 PM
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#amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky
It was an innocuous scene. Lily sat on a bench near Barlow Canal. Smithee lay curled in a ball on her lap, dozing as she caressed his white and brown fur. Behind her, the steel-colored water flowed from across the city to the levee in the perimeter wall. Nearby, a city worker—not quite militia, but not a random civilian—lit the streetlights with his torch, bathing the park in a twinkling orange glow as the evening sky darkened to deep shades of purple and blue. The area surrounding the levee was an open space of cobblestone walkways designed in an elegant spiral. Trees were evenly distributed with a bronze statue in the center depicting someone of importance to Everett’s history that Lily didn’t recognize. The city’s perimeter wall loomed up to fifty feet high. It was made of gray stone and brick, with a stained-glass window every thirty feet. In times of attack, they could be closed with steel shutters, but for now, the approaching night showed only black pentagons. A stone bridge crossing the canal had been built into the wall, over the levee, where the opposite side matched symmetrically with trees and another statue. It was more thought and effort than she found in most Graylands cities she’d frequented.
December 9, 2025 at 4:46 PM
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Happy WIPSnips 9 - Design

From BLUDEYE BEACH. Okay I promise there's also monsters in this book, despite the last few snips I've posted
“So you designed your entire life around how it would sound when your mom told people about you?” Milo asked. Alexandra stared at Edie as well, her expression unreadable.  “I genuinely never put the thought together like that, but … yeah.” Edie rested her face on her hand. “She was a single mom, and always tried really hard to be the only parent I needed, especially after my Grandma died. I guess I just wanted her to feel like it was all worthwhile, you know? That she could be proud. That she could tell her coworkers about me.”
December 9, 2025 at 3:24 PM
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Design → plan | We find ourselves in the middle of an uncomfortable conversation between our two lovers.
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF
“Don’t be petty, Tok,” Othelia retorted, rolling her eyes. “Yes, we will vassalize them, but I don’t plan for us to treat them like cattle. Whatever word we use, hierarchy is the only language that these people understand. That is their culture, it is the one way they will know peace... with their tails pinned down neatly under a thumb.” Tokonus eyebrows furrowed at her words, uncertainty bubbling up in his chest. No matter what she said, he could feel the acid on the tip of her tongue as she spoke. In his head, it was almost as if Othelia – “These people? Othelia, you speak as if you are not a Hemsen yourself.” “No! I speak as if I am not–,” the lady had raised her voice momentarily a hiss at the breath of her lips. With visible effort, she elevated her hands; her eyes closed and drank deeply of the air as if to calm herself. Once she returned to center, she spoke again, “That was unbecoming of me. I beg that you accept my apology and hear what I have to say. Dawnleaf, in all its many flaws, is my home, and I understand the mechanisms that keep it from falling apart. If you want peace, and I know that you do, they will need to be brought to heel.” Tokonus did not know what to believe. He had always accepted that Othelia knew what was best for her people, that he was ignorant of the ways of the Hemsen. This was different. She had explained herself, but it could not have been the whole of the truth – a tug at the back of his mind made sure that he paid attention to his own discomfort with the lady’s answer. No matter how Tokonus managed to feel, however, he did not see a way to press further with only a hunch to his name.
December 9, 2025 at 2:09 PM
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The #WIPSnips word for December 9th is "design" - Lord Gendry is in the Summer Isles with the Lady Paramount. Kabelo, a strikingly built man, husband to Issa who is cousin to the prince has befriended the Westerosi lord.

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The palace courtyard was quiet, save for the distant wash of surf and the shek-shek-shek of a broom somewhere out of sight. Gendry sat on a low wall in the shade, absently sketching the design for a hinge into the dust with a length of stick. He’d awoken early enough to watch the sky brighten, and the palace was unusually still at this hour, the constant stream of people dwindled to a trickle. But, though the sun had only just been rising when he slid the panel door to his hut open, Brienne and Samaya had already started their day, riding out to survey the café groves that stretched along the mountain slopes with the prince. “And what is this?” The deep voice came from a nearby archway. Kabelo stood there, loose-limbed and smiling, arms folded across a chest that looked chiseled from dark stone. He crossed the courtyard with the grace of someone who knew exactly how much space he occupied, which was considerable. Gods, he was a big man. “It’s…” Gendry began, unsure how to explain the sketch. “It’s a hinge. I miss my forge, Kabelo. I miss the glow and the sound and smell of it.” “Idle hands, eh?” he said, nodding toward the scuffed sketch in the dust. “Good. That means I get to claim you for the day.”
December 9, 2025 at 1:10 PM
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By request, here's a #WIPSnip from my rock romance, Philosopher Queens. In this case, Rachel is going to Kyle's apartment.

Also, as I mentioned last week, I picked real dates to figure out the timing of events throughout the story and, nice timing, this would have happened last night.

#WriteSky
Screenshot of a work-in-progress manuscript with the word 'design' highlighted. The door buzzes and I head in. There’s that feel to so many apartment entryways. Mine is a totally different design, but that vibe is still there. Quiet with the muffled murmuring of televisions and conversations. Doormats outside each identical door. A couple with little piles of kids’ shoes scattered on them. The aroma of dinners of various ethnicities subtly blending together. The distinctive herbal scent of someone taking the edge off their day. Been a while since I’ve smoked, but I definitely remember that scent.
December 9, 2025 at 1:07 PM
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#WIPSnips

Talia got mugged by… a guy who can’t even fill out a pair of skinny-jeans?

(Yes, I wrote this back when skinny-jeans were everywhere.)
tire, levering himself into a half-seated posture. He lurched to his feet and sprang away from her.  They stood sizing each other up, looking for an opening, he unarmed, her armed with a fragile stone artifact that was sharper than any knife she’d ever held. He was a white man, young, long-limbed, and skinny. His jeans, a type designed to be skin-tight, hung loose on him. A mop of soft blond hair stuck straight up from his head and he glared with fierce eyes. “You’ve got the wrong idea,” he declared. What idea? She thought. With that, he turned suddenly on his heel and ran, darting away with such decisive speed, Talia almost forgot to chase him. She did, clutching the large knife delicately in one hand so as not to cut herself again and pumping the other arm madly as her feet pounded after his retreating figure. It was too late. He was much faster, had longer legs, and nothing
December 9, 2025 at 12:55 PM
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Wren and Moly get to play dress up.

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

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #Wrencer
“Here,” Molly tossed a pile of lavender silks at Wren’s head, startling her out of the past. “Your turn.” Dressing Wren took a little longer, mostly because she kept arguing with Molly about how much gap to leave at the thighs and how deep the neck should plunge. The lilac color did contrast nicely with her tanned skin, though, and the mercenary had picked a girdle with a floral design that was embellished with little teardrop shaped amethysts. It glittered and caught the light when she shook her hips. “Mol, if you ever decide to give up the sword you could make a go of styling hoity-toity bints in a boutique somewhere,” Wren turned from side to side, glancing over her shoulder in the mirror. “Ugh, Gods no.” The mercenary grimaced. “It’s fun for a lark every now and then, but I’ll take a pair of well tailored trousers and broken-in boots any day over all this frippery.” Wren couldn’t argue with that logic. She preferred pants most days herself. You almost never tripped over the hem of your trousers and the wind never blew breeches up around your knees, flashing your petticoats at everyone on the street.
December 9, 2025 at 12:37 PM
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#WIPSnips
Word of the day is ‘design’
#WritingCommunity
December 9, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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#WIPSnips 9. "Design"

On the technicalities of building a multispecies retreat (when you don't really want to bother to) and a girl who's most definitely not jealous.

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #BattlemageAskaly #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
A windy path eventually brought them back to the line of cottages. Xiuying went for the Outworld cabins, which had the exact same design as Earthrealm’s except for a purple door instead of a blue one. Apart from a colder ambient temperature, Xiuying’s room was also identical. Her backpack rested beside the bed, with the twinblade guarding over her belongings, and taking a discreet peek inside, Askaly found a change of clothes and a book whose cover she couldn’t see. “So…” she started. “What’s it like to sleep under the same roof as the big lizards?” “They don’t sleep inside.” “No? Why does Mïn bother building all this if most of his own realm’s species don’t even use it?” Xiuying removed her headphone and stowed it inside the backpack, which she then zipped closed. “It takes more mental energy to sculpt different models than similar ones. At least that’s what Ayodele said.” Askaly hummed, assuming she referred to another of the Lin Kuei warriors, but she didn’t want to pry and give the impression she was jealous or something. Which she wasn’t. That would be ridiculous.
December 9, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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##fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #WIPSnips #design

With Rushak’s help, Drisal tries to impress the emeralds with a specific function. The emeralds resist.

- Brother’s Keeper, first book of my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
He breathed, accepting his brother's essence and its price, scarcely able to keep from groaning. He slid through the current and sank into trance—a faceted green dome, himself a part of its structure. One emerald and then the other. He stretched a thread between them, an umbilical strand of thought, but again they failed to cooperate. Instead they launched at him. Crystal lattices straddled his will, humming at a pitch that aligned his intention with their own rigid DESIGN, locking it in a static form. So strong. So stubborn. So loud. Again he summoned it, the desire to meet, to absorb and allow thought to flow in a wave of yet stronger ... This time they might link! This time- *You want my intention, you get my intention. But as I will it!* Back and forth like this they went, through the hours and the sighs, through streams of pain and bubbles of alarming rapture, and they grew weary. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
December 9, 2025 at 12:26 PM
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#WIPSnips #amwriting #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

While walking home, Mem & Light get on the subject of their dead parents, and Mem suddenly feels compelled to get something off her chest... 👀

From #Charagma, my SFF dystopia where all people are marked saved or damned from birth.
“I know she wasn’t well,” Mem went on, stumbling to get the words out. “I know it’s not fair for me to feel like that. But I feel it all the same. It was like she ripped out all of our hearts because she just couldn’t wait to get to her eternal bliss. Like we weren’t—we weren’t good enough to keep her here.” Tears stung her eyes at that last sentence, and she hastily turned her head and brushed them away, embarrassed to lose control like this in front of Light. But it was such a relief to finally say what she’d been feeling for ten years, without having to worry about her father or Clara, well meaning though they might be, ordering her not to feel it. “My father’s death was... not his choice,” Light said carefully, “so I can’t feel angry at him, though I’m angry it happened. But I can completely understand why you’d feel that way.” “I know I shouldn’t,” she released a trembling sigh. “I feel terrible that I do. But I can’t help it.” “You shouldn’t feel terrible. I think it makes sense for you to feel like that.” He paused, as if unsure he should continue his thoughts. “Sometimes I question why El made us this way, marking the people who are destined for paradise. I think knowing what happens after we die can make some people far too focused on the future, and not enough on the present. It leads so often to grief and cruelty. I think we’ve all been hurt by it, one way or another.” Mem gaped at him. It was a blasphemy, to question El’s perfect design. She wanted to be offended by the statement, but... “Before she—killed herself,” she whispered, “my mother told me something. I’ve never known whether I believe it or not.” “What?”
December 9, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #writingprompt

Talismans of Sin (Obito explains a very important design to a very skeptical Junpei)
Obito sighed in annoyance, as this was a much larger seal than he usually had to draw, but still explained as he kept making the proper markings. “The three right-facing tomoe represent the three spirit realms, a thick circle around them symbolizes the barrier between spirits and the living, and flames in each of the cardinal directions call upon the elements of nature.” “I didn’t think you, of all the people I’ve met, would believe in this stuff.” Obito made a noncommittal noise, but didn’t put much effort into a more intelligent response—he didn’t want to admit how much he felt the same some days. Daisuke had to stifle a cackle at the pair.
December 9, 2025 at 12:14 PM
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A young Chiyo & Rei observing the arrival of the Siefans, shortly before spotting Eru. 👀

#WIPSnips
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The vessel at the dock was unlike anything I had ever seen before. A stream of people descended from it. They were a curious lot. Skin was pale, ghostly compared to us. Light haired—nothing but shades of dried straw, light shale, fresh snow. Tall, with most of them half to a whole shaku taller than our members. Needlessly excessive garments, oversized robes with adornments that seemed to indicate a pecking order with how they decreased in design and number as they continued to pour from the vessel. But the most significant traits I would attribute to these strange men—and the more we watched them, only men—would be… Old. Miserable. The majority of them were heavily wrinkled despite the lack of the sun on their skin. Frown lines carved deep beyond what time was capable of alone. How could they be so soft and that miserable?
December 9, 2025 at 11:09 AM
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Our hero muses on school and entering the workforce
From "HatWIP"
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips
The school comes into view as my grey Escort rounded the last bend. Here lies the perfect microcosm for imprinting these societal expectations. Bells, clocks and schedules decided by people making several times a sandwich makers' yearly income rules over my body. I am to obey. I am to be a good cog. I am to produce labor as assigned without question. I will be rewarded with non monetary praise and I will be grateful for it. After years of indoctrination I will take these values and produce labor for others. They will call me a productive member of society. Eventually I will be expected to create young to carry on in my place once the natural process of aging reduces my efficiency. The cycle will repeat ad nauseum.
December 9, 2025 at 10:09 AM
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A little investigation …

From ‘House Rules’.

#WiPSnips
The young witch moved to the centre of the room and rolled a hand, urging Hedric and Rum to join them. Then, standing behind Hedric and Rum, a hand on each of their shoulders, Twii began to turn them in a circle. From the door, past the open cupboards and wardrobes, past the bed, back to the door. It looked like a normal room. Like Hedric had thought at the beginning, it looked pleasant. Nice, even. All this room for just one person. The dorms were bigger, but designed for dozens of students. His own room, back home, was far, far smaller. Untidier, too, by a large degree. “I don’t see anything.” Rum shrugged, turning faster than Twii turned her. “Maybe there’s a lot less black than you would expect. Then again, Mother Mayhigh only wears black when she’s on official witch business.” “Yes. You’ve already said. Unconventional.” Twii held up a finger, catching their attention before roving it around the room. “But you’re on the right track. It’s not what you can see, but what you can’t. Where’s the witchly accoutrements? The augur bones? The flasks for philtres and potions? Where … are the innards?”
December 9, 2025 at 9:09 AM
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From DDQ, a brief description of one of the aliens, Ercod who can only communicate to humans via a malfunctioning voice box. #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
December 9, 2025 at 9:07 AM
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#WIPSnips

Well, someone had to design Hell's automated phone system.

Despite human belief, demons don’t have much imagination when it comes to cruelty. Violent retribution is a human invention.

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December 9, 2025 at 8:55 AM
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#WIPSnips | design

Blood on the Snow again, and Sabbat in the middle of making a mistake that's very much going to come back and haunt him

( saranadosfiction.com/2020/09/02/b... )
The looping lines of silver were almost uncannily smooth under his fingertips, still blood-warm from his bodyheat even in the freezing night air, and, as his fingers traced the design over and around the base and sides of the box, he found the pain in his hand, his spine, his head fading away into the snow and fog, subsumed by the slow, sinuous curves and shapes of the strange, repeating pattern. *I don’t- Something’s not-* It felt… good: warm, and comfortable, and oddly familiar, like the buzz from a half-flask of gin, or a good hit of Smoke on a day when the pain would’ve otherwise left him sick and sweating. Something he could lose himself in, if he wanted to. And fuck, but he wanted to right now. *Just… let the whole fucking world go hang for a bit. Take the Smoke, knock yourself out, go watch the seaserpents swimming across the ceiling until Archer comes knocking on the door to ask where the hells you’ve been for the last-* *Shit. Archer!* His hand slipped, the metal edging of the corner of the box biting into his wounded palm and sending a spike of pain shooting up his arm – he swore, dropped the box, and fell to his knees, cradling his hand against his chest as hot blood dripped down his wrist and splattered onto the snow. “Fuck!”
December 9, 2025 at 8:43 AM
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Shin distracts himself from the trouble he knows he’s in

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From …In A Pear Tree🎄♟️
"Is Shin blastin' kidding Cane?" Cane cried, knocking over his stool while jumping off it. "The turtle/doves?" "Gone." Shin lowered his head and noticed that the design on the floor was very unChristmassy. It was simple, black and white checkerboard, but it was more like a chessboard as he stood there like a pawn about to be crushed by a...well, not a king, but maybe a rook. He wasn't sure what a rook was, so he was going with that because Cane sure wasn't a knight or a bishop. Probably he was just another pawn.
December 9, 2025 at 9:20 AM