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TL Philip 🇵🇸 (they/them)
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TL Philip 🇵🇸 (they/them) @odaaauthor.bsky.social · Dec 9
Of Darkness and Ash is a young adult fantasy/horror story about Harthin Ashthorne, who grows up in a world with little empathy for boys like him. Follow his difficult journey from adolescence to adulthood as he tries to come to terms with his identity and the trauma of living in such a hostile world
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Harthin would trustingly give up his credit card number, and then when his friends tell him about how he just got scammed, he would be extremely annoyed.
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social ❄️Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta ☃️ @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 7d
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Silly hypothetical!

How would your character handle a scam call?

Trustingly give up their credit card number? Just hang up? Keep them talking and waste their time? Lure them into an elaborate trap for daring?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
February 5, 2026 at 2:37 AM
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A Black man was killed by ICE (off duty) in Los Angeles on New Year’s Eve. And like Renée Good, he was an American citizen. But most people have not heard about Keith Porter.

I need y’all to realize this. Black people experience this lack of visibility all the time when it comes to being victims.
January 10, 2026 at 3:24 PM
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"em dashes are AI" i didn't memorize alt+0151 and option+shift+hyphen to be accused of such treachery
January 6, 2026 at 9:28 PM
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i remember fields of flowers #oc
December 21, 2025 at 2:15 AM
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before the world was big #oc
December 21, 2025 at 2:14 AM
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Advice to all writers from my most fucked up character.
Amelia is pointing a gun at the viewer, text over her reads "Get writing, bitch. Infinite worlds cry out to be born and you are to be a god."
December 10, 2025 at 1:47 AM
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Happy birthday Harthin l 🎉🎉🎉🎉
December 10, 2025 at 8:39 PM
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Harthin and Adsyne love each other more than they understand themselves
December 3, 2025 at 5:04 AM
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@jeremydooley.bsky.social 1551 covers of old Disturbed songs? 👀
November 30, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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Greetings mortals
November 12, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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Would y'all still love me if I was an incomprehensible horror from a higher plane who washed ashore in your village, my pregnant body dead but my mind alive, and my presence started mutating you while-
August 17, 2025 at 4:35 AM
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Happy Birthday to my Best Boy 💙❤️🧡
An illustration from 2023 of Noah and Lucy standing close together, smiling; they're both holding up one finger because this was to celebrate NOAH ARC's second anniversary Noah's 2024 OCtober illustration; just a frazzled ball of anxious boy I despise that this doodle took me 45 seconds and I gave it to someone; this is still one of my favorite drawings of Noah and it turned out SO CUTE I printed it on a tote bag and it's now my favorite bag A mid-20s Noah drawing?! With navy hair because that's canon when he's 19, and the undersides are light purple because this is from an AU in which he's an eldritch tentacle monster of observation pretending to be human
August 6, 2025 at 6:54 PM
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Crazy how suddenly I have outstanding late fees on rent that I was never told about when I try to move out.

Remember folks: Chairman Mao was right about landlords.
July 24, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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#WIPSnips - inside
Here, we get a sneak peak at Harthin's idea of leadership and how it clashes with his father's.
“You’d burn your own bridge for a chance at a trap that the enemy might not even fall for,” his father said. “I’d burn them all if it kept my men alive,” Harthin said. Tuldist tilted his head. “And when they starve because you cut off of your supply routes, do you think they’ll care that you were trying to keep them alive?” Then, the king moved a single wooden token — a tiny, painted figure holding a staff — closer to the river crossing. “They’ll have protection spells. Casters protect their own. And they never go first. You want to kill them, you’ll need to trick them into thinking they’re safe.” Harthin wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “How?” “Order all but one of your maniples to retreat,” Adsyne chimed in. “Let them think there is discord amongst your ranks. The spellcasters will get overconfident and try to eliminate what little resistance there is. They’ll be distracted, and won’t notice the trap.” He pointed at a ballista. “Anti-personnel bolts.” Harthin frowned. No matter how skilled, the enemy spellcasters couldn’t defend themselves from thousands of arrows raining from the sky, and the spears of infantry at the same time. But all of his own troops would die in the process. The rot inside Harthin soured. “No, I won’t sacrifice my soldiers to—” Tuldist raised his hand to strike and Harthin froze. The blow came as swift as the last one. This one, at least, didn’t cut him. He closed his eyes and suppressed the rage that bloomed like roses in his head, biting back the thorns in his mouth.
July 24, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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#WIPSnips - minor

I have something that fits the vibe. In which Harthin, for once, isn't having the absolute worst time anyone could possible be having. See? He gets reprieve. Sometimes.
“Maybe I want to be sharper and more masculine like you,” Harthin said. “Not manly, but boyish.” “Eyeliner does that really well for you,” Adsyne said. In that case, Harthin would wear it every day. The rest of the night passed uneventfully, as did most of the day. After training the next day, Harthin and Adsyne spent the night taking in the celebrations for the eve of the new year. The streets were wet and slippery from melting snow, but nobody seemed to mind. Ribbons ran from lamppost to lamppost, strings of paper lanterns hung above the streets, buskers competed against the noise of crowd to be heard, and Harthin was once again flabbergasted at how many stalls could fit in the streets, peddling trinkets and seasonal treats. Harthin adored the unrestrained joy and whimsy on Jüseph’s face as the three boys made their way through the festivities. He enjoyed himself as well, of course. How could he not? He was with his best friend and… well, his only other friend in the city. The weight of royal responsibilities seemed so small when he watched Jüseph laugh.
July 23, 2025 at 7:43 AM
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#WIPSnips - moon

A snippet Harthin reads from another character's journal. One of five, if I can stick to plan, scattered through the book between chapters. I'm hoping readers will be able to guess which character wrote them by the time they reach the reveal near the end.

Also yay eldritch horror!
The castle in my dream was old. Older than Castle Keldyn. And not in the regular sense of the word, where things crumble and layers of dust cake every surface. The walls were spotless, the drapes were pristine, the floors shone. But it heard the world’s first screams, soaked the first drops of blood ever spilled into its foundations, stood sentinel as stars flared and died. It held more stories than a library, fed on them, twisted them into something alive. It was dark, the kind that wraps around you when you’re running from something and whispers stay. And at the center of this ancient, yawning, consuming thing was a boy. Not a king, not an emperor, not a god. Just a boy made of starlight and shadow with skin the silver of moonlight, eyes that sparkled like jeweler-cut amethysts, and hair so black it swallowed light whole. And he was beautiful. So beautiful that even monsters curled at his feet and let him stroke their rotten, too-many-eyed heads. They adored him like hounds with their masters, and they called him Harthin Ashthorne. But that name didn’t quite fit. There was no such thing as Harthin. Not really. It was only the Dark wearing a boy’s skin. And he loved me. Oh, how he loved me.
July 20, 2025 at 7:45 AM
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#WIPSnips - search
The opening to book 2 is, um... Not exactly the most cheerful piece of fiction I've ever written. It quite literally opens with a suicide attempt. It does make a great contrast for later in the book, though.
“Harthin? Are—” Adsyne dropped his blade and flew to the Prince’s side. “Give it to me.” Harthin did as he was told. His fingers trembled as the blonde peeled sharp glass from his grip. He leaned against Adsyne as the other boy lifted him to his feet. He searched the fragments one more time for a version of himself he didn’t despise. The thorn boy would’ve been so disappointed in him. He’d promised to love himself. A lie, apparently, with which he fooled even himself. His heart was rotten, barely more than a collection of bruised muscles and fraying sinew. Nobody would want it. Nobody but the thorn boy.
July 19, 2025 at 12:36 PM
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#WIPSnips - together

In which Harthin is Not Well and seeks comfort in the only person who he believes is truly his.

There's some definite inspiration in this scene from Don't Let the Forest In, so if you like this, I highly recommend you read that book.
“Hold me,” he said. Adsyne’s arms were comfortably warm as they wrapped around Harthin’s shoulders. The Prince pressed himself closer, but it wasn’t enough. He climbed into the blonde’s lap, but it wasn’t enough. He pushed their bodies together, but it wasn’t enough. Any closer, and he’d have climbed inside his best friend’s skin, but it wasn’t enough. He would’ve split open Adsyne’s ribs and stuffed himself inside, if he could have. If he’d had Adsyne’s lungs sewn inside him after the execution, maybe he would’ve been able to breathe. He laced his fingers through Adsyne’s hair and pressed his mouth to the curve of the other boy’s neck, not to kiss him, but because he wanted to feel his knight’s pulse against his lips. He wanted to taste Adsyne’s life, to feel it thick and thrumming on his tongue. “What are you doing?” Adsyne asked. “I don’t know,” Harthin lied. He was hollow, empty, a boy-shaped void, trying to fill a hole inside him that could never be filled. “I just… Don’t ever leave me, okay? Promise me you’ll always be by my side.”
July 18, 2025 at 10:40 AM
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It's hard to say for sure because there are several, but I'd probably have to say the second cataclysm. It altered the shape of the planet down to its tectonic plates and nearly eradicated all life. It could have been prevented, probably, if not for imperialism and religious wars.
kikilegendlore.bsky.social Kiki Lee | Author ✒️ 🩷💜💙 @kikilegendlore.bsky.social · Jul 11
Authors and Gamemasters, today's world building question!

Writing Prompt: Describe the most significant historical event in your world's history. What caused it? Who was involved? Could it have been prevented or was it inevitable?

#ttrpg #authors #writingcommunity #writersky #writingprompts
July 12, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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#WIPSnips - Locker

I don't have today's word, but I do have wardrobe, which I think is pretty similar and definitely fits the vibe.
The blonde’s fingers traced the line of his jaw before retreating. The loss of contact brought back the cold. “Get some rest, Harthin.” Adsyne stood, but the Prince grabbed his wrist. “Don’t go,” Harthin said. “Please, stay with me tonight.” Adsyne’s gaze flicked to the bandages on his hand, then his wrist, then his eyes again. He gave Harthin that sunshine smile he’d come to adore. “Make some room.” Harthin scooted over and Adsyne climbed into bed with him. The Prince lay his head on his knight’s shoulder and closed his eyes. The blonde’s fingers brushed through his hair again. His cat, Cinder, hopped down from his wardrobe, crossed the room, and leapt into his bed. She curled up against his back and it wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep.
July 12, 2025 at 8:25 AM
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Keep in mind, I'm saying this as a survivor of CSA, so it's not like I don't know the pain and trauma of being molested. I understand it quite well. And I still don't want the people who raped me to be killed.
odaaauthor.bsky.social TL Philip 🇵🇸 (they/them) @odaaauthor.bsky.social · Apr 20
I have so many more hot takes that would get me in such hot water if I said them. And god is it tempting to say them just to weed out the conformists.
April 20, 2025 at 11:02 PM
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#WIPSnips - smile

Harthin is his own worst enemy istg
Adsyne’s smile was beautiful as he sat beside Jüseph. Harthin wondered what was going through his head. Cute like you, he imagined Adsyne saying. It made the vines coil so tight around his ribs he thought they might break. Strange, he thought, how he could have a decent time with Jüseph when it was just the two of them, but as soon as Adsyne was in the room, he couldn’t stop imagining all the ways his best friend could hurt him.
July 9, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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Reminder that obscenity laws are inherently fascistic
July 2, 2025 at 3:53 AM
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#WIPsnips - Challenge

Green is such a beautiful color on Harthin.
“Like he doesn’t just show up when he feels like it,” Adsyne teased. “Hey!” Jüseph challenged. “I gave you a whole two weeks without me showing up uninvited. What more could you possibly want?” Adsyne beamed. “I didn’t say I disliked you coming by.” The vines coiled around Harthin’s ribs tightened. He stood and brushed the snow from his shorts. “We should start heading back,” he signed. “It was nice to meet you, Jüseph, but I should start mentally preparing to see my father.” “It was nice to meet you, too,” Jüseph chirped as he stood. The three of them separated, Jüseph returning Harthin’s coat before going home, the Prince and his knight returning to the castle. Harthin and Adsyne walked side-by-side, their knuckles brushing. A jolt went through Harthin at the contact. He wanted so badly for it to mean something, to know he was important to Adsyne in a way nobody else was. He couldn’t handle it if the boy he’d known from birth got tired of him. “What did you think?” Adsyne asked. “Of what?” Harthin glanced at his knight’s hand and briefly considered holding it to show Adsyne how desperate he was to not lose him. “Jüseph.” “Oh. I think he’s really sweet.” Harthin’s mouth was filled with thorns.
June 26, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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Mfs when Of Darkness and Ash (a story about the lingering effects of sexual trauma in adolescent boys) has depictions of minors in sexual situations in it and said minors aren't "perfect victims": 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱
June 23, 2025 at 7:12 PM