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C Alexandra
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I'm a #writer of the three Gs: gods, ghosts, and (usually magical) girls.

She/Her. Neurodivergent. Ace. Unapologetically leftist. I even write with my left hand.

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C Alexandra @nerdcactus.bsky.social · Oct 25
My saga on Eleanor Roosevelt continues in part 3: The White House years.

John FINALLY gets to talk Mrs Nesbitt and her legendarily awful food! We also discuss Eleanor's love interest, Lorena Hickok. And that pesky world war. #history #podcast #womenshistory

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Eleanor Roosevelt pt 3: "But For The Honor Of Our Country." - Mythsogyny
Continuing the epic journey into the life of the finest first lady we've ever had, C takes us through Eleanor's White House years. Detailing her tumultuous relationship with Lorena "Hick" Hickok, Mrs....
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1. The vast majority of Getaera relies on magic rather than scientific developments. The exception to this is Uskon, whose extremely limited magic has led to them developing advanced (for the world) mechanisms, including flying machines and limited automata. #DecemberWorldbuilders #writesky
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Welcome to the first week of #DecemberWorldbuilders! This week is about SCIENCE (broadly speaking) (you can play along even if you're writing pre-industrial fantasy!)
Today's Q: Can anyone in your world participate in scientific research? Or is it reserved for elites?
MonthlyWorldbuilders prompts daily feed card #DecemberWorldbuilders Hosted by Kira of the Wind Week 1: Science 1: Science in your fictional world: is it available to everyone? 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 2, 2025 at 2:48 AM
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Now that the insanity that is Nov is over, I hope I get to do this one more! #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writesky
. “Things belong in their place!” “Like you belong behind Albert?” Beren stood and pointed at the door, dropping the pillow as she did. Edith reached down and replaced it on the couch seemingly without realizing. Some part of her was still rational, then. “Is that where he is, Edith?” Edith shrugged and shut down, refusing to acknowledge Beren any further. She wound herself in and froze, the fierce angles of her face setting into a mask of disdain. Beren fought the urge to curse the woman and walked to the door with more exasperation than apprehension, using her anger to fuel her steps. “Mr. Wainwright? Are you down here?” Beren switched on the light at the top of the stairs and listened. There was no reply, just damp silence. The Wainwright’s basement was untouched from its inception, all masonry and must. Beren used her sleeve to cover her nose and started down the stairs. “Mr. Wainwright?” He was lying on an ancient couch, more moth bite than cloth, sagged into the far corner of the space. His face was pale, but not, so far as Beren could see, the blue-tinged hue of death. Fighting the urge to cross herself—an Orthodox upbringing never quite left a person, no matter how many years separated them from the church—Beren scanned for an egress window in case Edith decided to turn this into a horror film.
December 1, 2025 at 7:18 PM
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Belong | Vashad and Laudi share an unsavory encounter with a man that is on a power trip. Mistakes were made but hopefully lessons will be learned.
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Vashad opened his mouth to request that Dubery remain careful with the contents, but he was certain this would only awaken the pettiness of the guard. Instead, he turned his eyes to Laudi to check on her. He was not surprised to see the sharp expression on her face and the balled-up hands at her sides. The instinct to calm her down tugged at the back of his mind, but calling attention to her would make things no better. The sound of grubby hand rustling through the leather pack rang in his ears. Each second of patience he paid aggravating him more until finally the search was through. “Right, clean you are,” Dubery announced, roughly shutting the bag. With it firmly in his grasp, he cocked back his arm as if to toss it to Vashad, but he stopped short. That grimy smile had returned to his face, and Vashad feared that he knew what would come. Dubery took steps toward the pair, just within arm's reach. “Wot of you, yah hidin anything girl?” The soldier did not wait for an answer and with his free hand, reached out for a touch of skin that did not belong to him. Vashad had played nice enough, but to this he could not abide. Before pudgy square fingers could find their way to his friend, the villager snatched at the wrist of the invader. Laudi was not so generous with her reaction. In a flash knuckles crackled against a jaw – an involuntary exchange of education that Dubery would not likely forget. “S-Shit! Ragged swine of a whore! Yah dares strike a Frostborne soldier,” howled Dubery holding his cheek in pain. His friends didn’t take kindly to the attack either and immediately brandished their weapons ready to attack.
December 1, 2025 at 8:36 AM
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G'morning #WIPSnips. Catching the very tail end of a very tense situation here in TLC, and sometimes a nice cold floor is just the reprieve someone needs following that kind of insanity.
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“Shields are up!” Joey declares. “I’m pulling into orbit! Wul Pra, we’re good! Disengage!” The saucer pulls away to the side almost faster than I can comprehend, trailing wisps of black smoke in its wake. Then the Rekattan pulls several Gs and heads up into the sky at renewed speed, now that the ramp is closed. We quickly emerge into black starry space with the pig ship rapidly falling behind. I guess they weren’t expecting the sudden change. “Wul Pra, meet us at Rondu’s! Now!” I say just before the ship slips into FTL, and I slip off of the last rungs of the ladder onto the floor. For a moment I contemplate pulling myself upright, but the floor is nice and cold and calm and welcoming. I look around the ship interior to see everyone else mirroring me, with Driona being the exception as she heads towards the cockpit. Three pairs of eyes, two human and one belonging to Vander, stare at me wide with surprised. My hands are shaking, and I doubt I can stand up straight right now. I ignore the stares and close my own eyes and try to calm my… well, everything.
December 1, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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A thought about belonging to something, or not …

From “House Rules”.

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Unlike him, Twii and Rum, the other children gathered together in like instances. Apprentice mages with other apprentice mages, nascent witches with other nascent witches. Junior warlocks gathered with their dark brethren and Hedric had to admit, he felt a little twinge of wanting to belong with them. To stalk, warily along, to gather cloaks about them and loom as they walked. Except, the other warlock students didn’t. They looked, and acted, like children. The mages, too. None wore the colourful robes expected of mages, nor did they bear upon their heads the tall hats of equally colourful decoration. The witches didn’t all wear long, severe dresses, or their own tall hats of black. There were certainly no brooms in evidence. They were all just … children, yet they still clung to their favoured disciplines. Hedric liked Twii and Rum. They were different and hadn’t made fun of him. At least, not yet.
December 1, 2025 at 9:14 AM
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Long one today. If I add a picture, it'll squeeze the image so you have to open it to read it, and that's the death knell of getting people to read a WIPSnip. So, no pic.

Here, Garlic tells Parsnips that he's unable to slaughter chickens...
Parsnips patted him gently. “I’m sorry, Garlic. You don’t have to do this, or watch it. There are plenty of other chores you can do around the inn. I grew up having to learn how to prepare meat dishes, so I hadn’t thought of this as, well…” “As foul as it is?” Garlic hoped the pun would lighten the mood. The chef barked his signature shrill laugh. “Yes, indeed. Why don’t you go back inside and prepare vegetables? There’s plenty you can do to help without making yourself vomit.” Garlic swallowed. “Thanks, Papasnips. I… I thought you would think me weak and pathetic.” He shrugged. “I’m all of five feet tall and small enough the Mornese in these parts could skin me and only get a sock out of me. If I made fun of someone for being weak, I’d be inviting trouble. We have a saying in the House of the Lime Flame: ‘the cats don’t belong in the kitchen.’ Meaning don’t invite something into a place where they’ll just get in the way or cause problems. Since this is clearly a problem for you, I’m advising you stay out. Cats are plenty useful elsewhere and we love them and welcome them in our homes, but we can’t have them stealing ingredients, knocking down spice jars, or getting their fur in food, right?”
December 1, 2025 at 9:38 AM
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#WIPSnips - Cry Wolf - Rieka is also unhoused, and that's taken seriously through the story. The simple dignity of clothing means a lot, as well as the constructed shame of not having access to it...
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Rieka cringed a little. She couldn't deny she was where she belonged, but she didn't like belonging here. The thrift-store was clearly run down, and it had big displays with haphazardly piled clothes just as frequently as it had hangar racks. Hand-made signs for 'donated,' 'half-off,' and 'lightly used' dominated most of the narrow, deep building. Somehow even more desperate was the 'Now Hiring!' signage on both sides of the door, on a standee right in front, and hanging from the ceiling halfway down the length of the building. #WIPSnips a Bluesky Writing Community Tag Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social December 1st - December 7th December 1 - belong December 2 - percent December 3 - dominant December 4 - city December 5 - screen December 6 - hook December 7 - empty
December 1, 2025 at 10:05 AM
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December 1st – belong

We return to our demonic possession already in progress.

Fox is trying, but Mikiva is being no help at all.

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“You should have let your host handle the assassination. She would have done a better job. Might have even succeeded. Or is she not yet ready to take that step on her own?” Mikiva laughed, an unsettlingly cheerful sound, under the circumstances. “The dragon-king told me you were clever, mageling. I suppose there’s really no point in pretending. This is the final step, after all. I will finish you both with her hands. Then this body will belong to me alone.” “So, she’s still in there, is she? That’s good to know. May we speak to her, demon?” Fox asked. “She does not wish to speak to you. Make no mistake, she hates you both. She may not be able to kill you in cold blood without my… help, but she is fully prepared to allow you to die, or else I couldn’t be doing this.” The demon smiled. “The girl can’t save you from me. She can’t even save herself.” Fox sighed. Just once she would like to go a day without anyone trying to kill her. Was that really so much to ask? No gods, or jealous queens, or trained assassins, or ancient dragons, or demon possessed spies. Just an ordinary day. Well, an ordinary day for other people.
December 1, 2025 at 11:24 AM
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Triple Bonus!

Mireia & Kena are hesitant to act on their feelings because of a "friendship only" deal they made as kids, & because they're silly goobers both waiting for the other to make the first move 😅

From Book 2 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
And he wanted—he wanted so badly—to finally tell her that he didn’t actually care about fate or free will or any of that, and honestly he never had. None of it mattered. What mattered was that the two of them were each other’s match, each the answer to the lonely call of the other’s heart, and that was simply a fact. And maybe “fate” was neither some lovely empty word, nor some vague tyrannical force to be defied, but rather just a natural truth: stars belonged in the sky, fish belonged in the sea, and Kena belonged with Mireia. He could tell her all that. He wanted to. He knew he ought to. But he also knew—or suspected, anyway—that she already knew. She had to know, didn’t she? He’d never bothered trying to hide how he felt about her. She must have been able to see it in his eyes when he looked at her, and hear it in his voice when he said her name, and feel it in his skin when they touched. Surely she must know what he meant each time he left one of his flowers lying around for her to find. But what about her? How did she feel? It seemed like she wanted him too, though he couldn’t tell if her feelings were as strong as his. Sometimes she would make some casual flirtatious remark, or brush her hand against his arm for no real reason, or look at him like he was the only thing in the world worth looking at. And he would think she was trying to tell him—yes. Yes, I know. Yes, me too. Yes, what are you waiting for? Did she know he was waiting for her? What was she waiting for?
December 1, 2025 at 11:51 AM
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#WIPSnips 1. "Belong"

“Datusha? Never again possess my mind. You may share your strength with me and enhance my psychic awareness, but I belong to myself, and my battles I fight with my eyes open and my mind clear.”

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wipsnips.bsky.social ✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 1d
Welcome to December and a new week of #WIPSnips!

The word for December 1st is "belong"

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#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag December 1 - belong Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is black with stars with a light blue rectangle highlighted by a fuchsia line. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner
December 1, 2025 at 12:12 PM
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An oldie repost but one of my favorite sound descriptors.

🤔 I'll add this time that perhaps the underworld has an intruder and it's not my best boy.

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Why— The body skidded to a halt before he did. It was the moon. Or so he thought. A pale, silvery-gold spherical body that barely touched the horizon's edge, magnitudes larger than the one he was used to in his own sky. But it couldn't be that—it doesn’t exist here—and the air surrounding it seemed to suggest whatever this was didn't belong either. The dark red sky of the Veil broke with limitless black around it like the abyss below. It's almost like… And in the instant he thought it looked a bit too much like an eye, the darkness and the moon shifted as if to focus on him like an eye. His borrowed blood ran cold and no matter how he thought or strained, the fox wouldn't move away, its eyes fixed on the moon. The body didn't shiver, the muscles held no tension. Ringing filled his head—not ears—like the song of thousands of tiny crystal glasses vibrating far away to the beat of wings, getting ever closer with each lengthy beat as either his sight darkened or the moon glared at him. Or both.
December 1, 2025 at 12:19 PM
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Spencer makes some new friends.

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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There was no law of nature that said spirits only came out at night. People died at all hours, so it made sense that their shades might appear at any time. In spite of this, in Spencer’s experience, the dead seemed to favor darkness. Even if they did not appear at night, they almost exclusively preferred dimly lit tombs or darkened hallways or shadowy attics. The only spirit he knew who didn’t seem to care one way or another was Reggie. Maybe it was some deeply ingrained belief that the dead carried with them beyond the Veil, some sense the light belonged to the living. Whatever it was, it made the appearance of five ghosts before them under the gray light of day all the more unsettling. They wore robes woven with bold lines of red, yellow, and orange that intersected in intricate patterns. Wrists and necks were adorned with glittering gold torques inset with smoothly rounded gemstones and dangling with red-brown hawk feathers. Between the gaunt, grayish skin pulled tightly over their skulls, the feathers, and the way they stood in a vee formation, the spirits looked a bit like a grisly flock of very strange birds. The lead spirit sported a large headdress filled with a variety of feathers and a golden collar dripping with gems and beads. In sharp contrast to their dull skin, the spirits’ clothes and adornments were as bright and new as if they’d been freshly pulled off the loom. “This is your department,” Bruce whispered sharply, nudging his cousin with a sharp elbow in the ribs.
December 1, 2025 at 12:30 PM
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#WIPSnips The word for December 1 is BELONG

As usual, unless otherwise noted, this snip is from THE RILL LORD (April). It's from an early chapter (fewer spoilers in early chapters) in which Hans confronts his mother about why she kept him away from Dorilian.

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Screenshot of text excerpt from THE RILL LORD, sixth and final book (April 2026) of the Triempery Revelations series by L.L. Stephens. Snip shows part of scene in which Hans confronts his mother, Emyli, about why she kept him away from Dorilian years ago, when Hans was just a child (and Dorilian a teen, an event that happened in the first book of the series, SORDANEON): “Would the time ever have been right in your eyes?” Hans marked the way his mother’s mouth firmed, the quickly shifting mind behind her eyes, trying to guess where he was going. He broke gaze first, knowing there was no use in pressing her. Her motives were clear, as were her animosities. Emyli’s secrets resided in other places. “You don’t remember him then,” she said softly, each word cut cleanly so that they fell heavily between them. “I do remember. I remember every word he used to flay open my sons and denounce my father. I remember every angry promise, every hurt and every secret. Perhaps he’s changed—perhaps he can change as Marenthro says and you suggest—I don’t know that he has. But what Dorilian was then—” Her sigh stirred only her own troubled thoughts. “All the vengeance and venom and power of the Sordaneons, all the cruelty and caprice he is capable of—yes, you needed protection from that. My father thought he could bring that proud mind around to his, find a way into that citadel of forever, but I didn’t want my sons to be in range of that battle. Condemn me all you will, I know that I was right to send you away.” “To Rhodhur. So that the Khelds would grow to think of Stefan and me as their own, and we would think we belonged to them.” Emyli shook her head, her jeweled earrings flashing as morning sunlight touched her face. “You were counted Kheld from your birth. Look at me if you wonder why.”
December 1, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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About halfway along, someone stepped out of a doorway in front of them, and Rathaliel had to force herself to keep walking at the same easy pace. Whoever it was barely glanced at them as they hurried in the other direction . I have every right to be here, she told herself, following Elyan’s suggestion. I belong here. I’m supposed to be going down this corridor to where the redhead is being held.
December 1, 2025 at 12:54 PM
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#WIPSnips #fantasy #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #belong

Rushak has just told Drisal that he and Lara have broken up. Drisal’s feelings about it are … complicated.

- Brother’s Keeper, my fantasy WIP about two brothers bound by a misunderstood power.
How difficult it must be, to see her every day, to work with her so closely. "I'm sorry." It hit him then upon his own broken whisper, a sweep of relief, guilty and dizzying. He'd never acknowledged the pain he would feel if Rushak and Lara, tivenelen, went on to be joined. She would have had his brother from him. She would share in things great and small that had BELONGed only to Drisal all their lives. She would own parts of him Drisal could never share, in heart, in body and soul. Worst of all for the selfish little core of him was that she'd have his brother's faithname. She would have taken Drisal's place as his other half. And as he ached with Rushak's loss, biting his lip to stop it from quivering over his brother's drawn face, that guilty piece rejoiced he still had him—had Rethen—all to himself. Brother's Keeper A.C. Turek
December 1, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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#WIPSnips

Virgil completes a brainstorming session in a cafe after turning it, and the patrons, into a makeshift office.

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December 1, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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Happy #WIPSnips 1 - Belong

Me: Aww, I bet I have a cute, romance-y scene for this word!
The BLUDEYE BEACH manuscript:
“A camper was found dead this morning,” Sheriff Siegel said. “Dead?” Edie repeated. “It’s unfortunate, but it does happen. Hard not to, when you’re surrounded by nature like we are,” Sheriff Siegel said, vaguely gesturing around them with the coffee cup in her hand. “Folks think they can just come out here and play with Bambi and Thumper, and forget that this land belongs to the wild. Just last week, two hikers went off-trail in the woods and got into a fatal accident. These people think that just because they have four-wheel drive, they’re not limited to the legal, designated camping zones. Everyone else in this girl’s party was fine, thank god, but the vic was missing her eyes. And I wouldn't be surprised if the forensics lab in Nordinburgh finds that whatever it was got inside her skull, too.”
December 1, 2025 at 2:23 PM
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#WIPSnips | belong

From The Stardust of Failure, Chapter 1: "belonged"
Lake Huron at the close of summer is warm as it ever gets. I armored up for public gaze in a swimsuit designed to flatter the asymmetry of my body and walked through the meadow and down to the shore. I need not have bothered. The only eyes belonged to a tern making its swoops and dives in search of an afternoon snack. I stepped into the browny-green water past a line of dead weeds. Still cold, yes, but tolerable. I got used to it after several steps. I waded out toward the boulder that marked the boundary between the coastal shallows and the deep blue-water beyond. Water up to my calves, my knees, my waist, my chest. I clambered up onto the small fraction of the boulder above the water’s surface and sat there amid the algae and guano, an ungainly sort of sea cow with bobbed hair and slippered feet instead of long tresses and shimmering tail. Don’t go swimming past the drop-off, I reminded myself.
December 1, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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This one seemed semi-appropriate. A few days off, but maybe someone out there is still working on leftovers 🥧 #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Fantasy #FairyTale #Romantasy #AmQuerying
“Is there pie?” Polly asks as she watches me unload plates of food. “Yep. Do you like pumpkin?” She nods solemnly. “Good,” I say. “Personally, I don’t think squash belongs in dessert but what do I know.”
December 1, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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#WIPSnips Belong. Our hero meets a descendant of his creator.

Text in the alt.

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Damion had prepared me to encounter dwarves here in Dessara, but not one who belonged to the bloodline directly responsible for my creation. Foremarch was as I expected, not one to have a long, proud beard like other dwarves. His was more of an elegant goatee, rigorously maintained, not a single black hair longer than it needed to be. The hair trailing down his back would be the envy of many a noble, chic, flowing, with two thick braids on either side of his head. Over an expertly crafted and fitted chainmail shirt, his attire was an elegant leather vest, embroidered in a fine golden thread. Strapped to his back was a battle-worn tabar, still fresh with the combat coating from days before.
December 1, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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As such, despite being near frozen, the small dog—male by the look of it—began shrieking the moment she approached. “It’s okay,” she said, kneeling beside him. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She dug him out of the snow even as he snapped at her. His fur was matted with frost, but he otherwise seemed unhurt. The dog was too weak to flee or struggle, so he instead just cried out as if she was torturing him—a high-pitched, panicked yelp that caused her to flinch. “I’m sorry!” she said, feeling like she’d broken something that didn’t belong to her. “I’m sorry. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll get you someplace warm, okay?” She knew the dog couldn’t understand her but hoped her tone would put him at ease as she picked him up. It did not. “I know, I know, I know! I’m sorry! I’ll make it quick!”
December 1, 2025 at 6:31 PM
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Joining this because I actually have the word and it’s a favorite bit from this WIP too.

Reynardine loves pretending he’s Robin Hood.
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A writing excerpt from a word processor document: “You rob people." "I redistribute wealth now and then." "Right into your own pockets." 'Well, it's gotta go somewhere, but I do help out quite a bit." "Any good you do is tainted by the crimes." "Not every crime is just a crime," Reynardine said. "And not every coin belongs to a good person. I thought you'd know that best of all."
December 1, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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Jorang's reason for sticking with the other MCs is mostly pragmatic through most of Prophecies; he simply needs to be a part of something and to feel valued, and he can't seem to find it anywhere else.

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Although he truly regretted it, the priesthood of Renai had failed to demonstrate the strength of principle and leadership that Jorang could have followed, just as the constabulary of Oasis City had. Jorang had considered seeking employment under King Haldremere of Caldera once the princess was rescued, but the dwarf’s obstinate manipulation had not boded well for that. Each of those entities had proven unworthy, even more clearly and far more quickly than the Order of the Iron River had. His dedication must be to his companions, then, this small group to which he had belonged these past several weeks. They were his purpose now. He needed that purpose.
December 1, 2025 at 7:29 PM
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for the #WIPsnips

Starting a conversation with a sentence like this works from time to time if you're looking for new friends and are 15 in the 27th century in an outlaw village in The Nation...

Maybe only because it's them.
No one took any notice of the boy either. He just stood there, all by himself, without doing anything, and he clearly didn’t belong there. He seemed rather invisible too. The only one to notice him was a girl, roughly his age, who was running too but when she passed him she unexpectedly stopped to look at him. ‘Hey, I’ve never seen you here before.’
December 1, 2025 at 8:02 PM
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I looked up at him, my hand on my cheek where the blow landed. I couldn't blame him, though.

"You lied to me, used me, betrayed me? We were supposed to belong to each other. How could you do this?"

"I never belonged to you," I said. "I could never love the son of my enemy."
December 1, 2025 at 9:45 PM