Latest posts tagged with #WriteShare on Bluesky
I've hit 100 followers! Nice! People here seem to do things like art shares when they hit milestones. I think I'll do a mini writing share.
Fellow SFF writers! Share a favorite fictional slang word/phrase you've created! Mine is "by the Mountain's great glacial tits!"
#milestone #writeshare
Bees 1k Art/Writing share! Again thank you everyone who got me here ily and thank you for being so supportive! Two sets of Daisy graphics are on either side of a light pin heart In the middle
HAPPY 1K THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!
Now I’m giving back to you as I love to do!
1. Introduce yourself and your way of creating!
2. Choose your favourite pieces (could be from a fic you’re proud of or same for an art peice)
3. GO GIVE SOME LOVE TO EVERYONE ELSE!!
#artshare #writeshare
Hey all!
Im planning to do #WriteShare about once a week, let's keep it on Thursdays to give us something good before the weekend! Feel free to comment or DM me suggestions of what kinds of lines we want to see!
#WritingCommunity
#WriteShare
I love this line (the surprise line, I included the others for context) because it's a soft little moment of what Hermes loves about Thaddeus.
This one is my current fave. From The Smith, out TODAY!
iheartsapphfic.com/bookinfo/the...
#Writinfcommunity #WritingPrompts #WriteShare #AmWriting #lesfic #queerlit #sapphic
#WriteShare
Mine is a little NSFW but it is my favourite line…
“I know you already know what she tastes like, but kiss me. I want you to taste your wife directly from my lips.”
I love it because the character (Luna) is gaining confidence. Sapphic poly romance book
#WritingCommunity #WriteShare Favorite Line
"I explode like a star, the night turning instantly to day as I am the dawn."
I like this line because there was a lot of buildup about Nix being the sun and going nova before this and the way it's phrased helps the visual imagery of the scene.
#WriteShare
Had to wrack my brain on this one. I don't generally have favourite lines, more just like... vibes? But I went back to my sapphic pirate romantasy for this 🏴☠️💜⚓
Context: Captain Kallista has busted into a dungeon cell to rescue Geni, but has found Geni's old friend Adelpha instead
1/2
“It didn’t work out, Mame, you’re right, but that doesn’t mean your feelings and the decision itself was wrong.”
A line from the novel I’m querying that addresses my MC’s imposter syndrome. It gave me a sudden wave of realization about my own and helped me to process my feelings more
#writeshare
#WriteShare
I really like the dialogue here. It's just fun. Dr. Antontak and Dr. Formolius are two of my favorite characters I've ever created. Sad that they didn't get more time...
#WriteShare
Congrats on all the followers!
This is a line from my upcoming book in Triple Strike. Basically Alan feeling the full weight of his shorter human lifespan versus that of his pyrean lover, Sven. I think about the inexorability of love all the time...
This line from WOTV is S. B. Watson's idea (my cowriter). It gives the reader a heads up that the rest of this book is not *quite* as solemn as the first chapter. And it's a great intro to Armand.
(There's totally a Bigfoot w a sharper stake on the West Coast, according to Watson)
#WriteShare
Time for me to start my own lil prompting journey - a Thank You for 204 followers! Credit to @gmgray.bsky.social for this idea!
#WritingCommunity - post a favorite line from your work, published or WIP, and a brief explanation of what you love about it. Quote, repost, or tag #WriteShare
“Lucky, what is it?” “This,” she finally answered before capturing my lips in a kiss. And what a kiss, unlike any I’d experienced before. From how strong she’d come onto me, I expected a brutal onslaught and welcomed the idea. That wasn’t what I got. Instead, what happened was something more decadent and considered, the brush of slightly chapped lips against mine followed by her pressing my chin down with hers and then her tongue gently caressing mine. Everything else in the world faded away in the warmth of that kiss. She pulled back and I tried to follow, to continue that magical connection, but she held me in place. Lucky looked at me with wonder in her eyes. “Wanted to make sure the chemistry was real and damn, woman, that was... that was maybe the best first kiss of my life.” "Me, too.” I sounded breathless and I kind of was.
I crossed the 1500 followers mark while I was on hiatus. Yay, me! Let's all celebrate with a #WriteShare and an #ArtShare. Any creative welcome. Please mark any nsfw and alt test on images.
Theme: luck
This is from the novella I'm currently editing, Getting Lucky, a sapphic human/leprechaun romance.
She had always lived in the tower. From its very peak, her queendom would stretch out before her: clouds, a floating, shifting, roiling sea of white. Through it, she would sometimes glimpse something else—something vast. Sometimes a hint of gray or blue would peer up at her through her veil or, very rarely, a high-flying bird might make an apperance. But of all the glimpses she stole through the clouds, she liked the green the best of all. All she could need, the tower provided. Whenever she hungered, she needed only to open a door to find a storeroom full of fresh, delicious food. When she tired, the next door would be that of her bedroom, the linens fresh and smelling of sunlight. Even her boredom could always be slaked by a room of books, of paints, of games she would play alone because her only friend was the wind that whispered and laughed just outside every window. Of all the diversions she found in the tower, she liked the tales of adventure the best of all. Every now and then, she would try to leave the tower. She would start down the stairs and simply wouldn't stop. When she hungered, she didn't open any doors, despite the delicious smells that would come from within; when she tired she didn't stop, despite the promise of rest at every landing. She woud simply keep climbing, down and down, on and on. When she could climb no more, she would find a window to see the progress she had made, only to find herself stll staring down at that sea of clouds. When she would inevitably surrender and make her way up again, she always found herself no fewer than five floors from the top of her tower.
Despite everything, of all the floors of the tower, she liked the top of it the best of all. It was there that the sun was warmest, the air coldest. It was where the song of the wind sang the loudest, where she could raise her voice along with it and feel, if only for a moment, that there was another person there to sing with her. It was where she first realized that a stair is not the only way for one to travel downward. Of all the days she had spent in the tower, she liked this one the best of all. She learned that clouds were not warm and soft, but damp and wet; that cold raindrops stung where they struck her skin; that she'd never been able to find the bottom of her tower simply because it'd never had one, the stonework dissolving with the layer of clouds high above the earth. That day was her favorite because that day, everything was different. Everything was different, except for the wind. The wind was still her only friend, and the only thing to catch her as she fell.
25-minute speed write (only edited for typos), inspired by agirlandherquill's 4th day of Writemas on tumblr!
#writeshare #writingcommunity #flashfiction #shortstories #writing
www.tumblr.com/agirlandherq...
Congrats on 6.5k! Well deserved.
Vivien, who is married the the alpha and serves as the pack's technomancer, is Asian American. She was raised in Detroit, but her folks came over from the Guangdong Province of China back in the 60s.
#ArtShare #WriteShare #WritingCommunity
If you see this - post something romantic!
A scene from the book I’m writing. Would love some feedback! :]
#writeshare #writing #romance #queerromance #lesbian #queercharacters
The gorgeous bartender pulled back and I tried to follow her, to continue that magical connection, but she held me in place. Lucky looked at me with wonder in her eyes. “Wanted to make sure the chemistry was real and damn, woman, that was... that was maybe the best first kiss of my life.” "Me, too.” I sounded breathless and I kind of was. Lucky rested her forehead against mine and smiled. “I only live a mile and a half from here, and the weather was so gorgeous this afternoon that I walked. Are you good to drive? Because we shouldn’t leave your car here after the place closes.” I nodded. “Last sip of wine was over an hour ago.” I kissed her again, quick. “My car is this way.” We were quiet in the car, other than the few directions I needed to get from The Warren to Lucky’s home, but the car felt filled with everything as yet unspoken. The urge to touch and be touched, the desire for skin against skin, the need to taste every part of this gorgeous woman beside me. I almost couldn’t breathe with how much I ached for her. She directed me to a driveway that led to small bungalow, tucked behind a bigger house, and had me park. A light came on, startling me, and she smiled. “Don’t worry. Motion sensors. He’s out of town.” “Okay.” I laughed at myself.
Geni approached the desk with caution, glancing at Kallista again. But the Captain had turned her back to stare out the tiny window. Geni picked the first paper up, scanned it; then picked up the next; then a few more, one by one, until she got the idea of what was happening here. "You're writing letters, begging for a pardon for each and every one of your crew members?" "It seemed like the best use of my time," Kallista answered. Her arms were folded, her body mostly turned away. In the light of the porthole, her white shirt glowed, and the side of her face shimmered. Her expression was indistinct in the contrast between the light behind her, and the dark in front. "I'm really struggling with Iona's. She was pretty outspoken, back home. I don't see what I can write to make anyone in the Capital believe she was coerced by me into a life of piracy. And you... I'm sorry, but I can't think what I can write to save you either. Your so-called crime is unrelated to how we started out, and I can't think of any way to make it look like we kidnapped you, rather than rescued you, given the events on Lysamos, and the fact that Heliodorus is aware of you now..." "Kallista... I'm sorry, but this is nonsense." At the porthole, Kallista huffed angrily and turned away. "Not a single person on this vessel would ask for one of these letters, or even want one, should we be caught. If we go down, we all go down together."
Thanks for another #writeshare
Here's a fresh bit of work from last night, from my sapphic romantasy, The Pirate Queen 🏴☠️💜⚓
A horror story in 100 words or less:
For as long as he could remember, Jeff has lived alone. Tonight should have been no different. He drove home alone, he ate dinner alone, and he climbed into bed alone. So why does he feel breathing on his neck?
#writeshare #horror
Digital illustration of willow branches floating on top of a water lily pond. Two goldfish are swimming underneath the surface. The text "Writing Share" is written on top of the image.
I got so many authors as new followers, so to celebrate 2.4k let's have another
🪷 WRITING SHARE 🪷
• share this post for visibility
• share snippets of your writing in the comments (NO QRPs!)
• remember to use ALT text
• share & comment on others' writing
• no AI
#writing #writeshare
#WriteShare #ArtShare
If you see this, post something (writing or drawing or any other kind of art) that's a response to the word "share".
This comes from my 🌌space noir🕵️♀️ Inheritance, a novella I'm in the middle of writing over on: www.royalroad.com/fiction/9733...
Lucky twisted in my arms and looked at me intently. “I cannot stop kicking myself for how I messed up. I want to take you out to the movies or to the zoo. You know. On a date. I really like you, Niss, and I wish I could date you. But your memory of all this is going to be erased and if I see you after my father’s back, I’ll just be some random bozo making moon eyes at you.” “I know.” I kissed her forehead. “And, for the record, I really like you, too.” She nuzzled into me as if she was trying to burrow into my chest. “But we can enjoy the time until then, can’t we?” I ran my fingers through her hair, trying as best as I could to soothe her. “Mm-hmm.” Lucky sighed contentedly. “That feels nice.” “I haven’t touched that enormous peppermint patty you got for me yet. Wanna share it while we watch cartoons?” “Oh my god, yes. That sounds amazing.” The grin she flashed me made my heart hiccup. And, as always seemed to happen now, I couldn’t help giving her my own answering grin.
A week ago I was practically begging people to follow me so I could make it to 700 followers. Today, I blew through 750 when I wasn't even looking. Time for an #ArtShare #WriteShare!
If you see this, post something (writing or drawing or any other kind of art) that's a response to the word "share".
#writeshare
Captain Kallista's not a cat person ~yet~
from my sapphic romantasy 'The Pirate Queen' 🏴☠️💜⚓
There are echoes of a celebration dying down. Nobles are celebrating the health of the eldest prince and congratulating the new heir. Despite elation, to Etienne, many of them sound disingenuous. Unlike any of his siblings, Etienne distances himself from the crowds as if he were people watching with a half-finished glass of wine in his hand. No one seems to stop him; others greet him but do not find themselves following into the emptier parts of the illuminated garden. Once he assumes he’s alone, he’s quickly joined by Milo who latches onto his arm tightly. Milo: You and I must speak without the overlook of your celebratory guests. Etienne: (trying to pull away) We have nothing to talk about. Milo: (now yanking his brother back) Of course we do. Now settle before there are too many witnesses to your crimes. The twins are still within sight of the garden doors and the party within. There are some people wandering the field or dancing under the lights entwined through the vines and trees. Etienne: You would have done better to stay where you were buried. I will not have the sins of my past haunt me like some demon nipping at my heels. Milo: Good thing for you is that I am worse than any demon, ‘Tien. (sighs) The angels above have stayed my fury to ensure that I return home with bliss in my heart and a smile on my lips because if I had arrived sooner with the blood that caked my throat and the weakness in my limbs, then you would have seen nary a demon, but instead consequence. There would be no guards to hold me back for I would leave a trail of corpses to get my hands on you proper. And yet, here I wait to return home and allow my mind to ease itself back to normality so I could keep my hands to myself and try to show that I was sane of mind and free of illness in order to either watch as my father allowed me to reclaim a throne meant for me or understand why that of my blood—that of my of true other—was allowed to take it over me. And so far, you’ve proved nothing.
for this #writeshare i offer, my homework. lmao got tasked to write a script for my portolio so have two brothers who absolutely do not get along.
#WritingCommunity and #WriteShare and #Romancelandia and a bunch of others.
I'm always in for a #WriteShare.
If you see this, post something FRESH - either with that word, or a fresh vibe, or something you wrote fresh today.
This (obviously) has the word itself. Lucky fucked up and Niss is (rightfully) mad, but she's still conflicted.
#QueerWriters #Novelmber
I got back to my office and unpacked while I daydreamed about Xen. There really wasn't that much to unpack. Since I had that extra stipend from the generous Black Rose on top of my severance pay, I was feeling a little flush. I had a brief flick through the catalogue from the station's various furnishing businesses over the data screen embedded into the wall. I was just debating the pros and cons of two different decorative lamps, when the data screen flashed with an incoming call alert. The name on the alert wiped all the nice springtime feelings away. My finger hovered over the reject button. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I accepted the call. She was just as devastating as always, even many light years away and over a poor connection. Not a hint of balling on her skin at all, she looked fresh and plump with the natural humidity of Gerondian air. Her long hair had darkened with winter's approach, almost to black, matching her eyes which pinned me in place, even now, so far from her commanding presence. And to think, I must have looked such a mess on her end of the screen. "Astera." "Amaryllis."
I think it's time for another #writeshare
If you see this, post something FRESH - either with that word, or a fresh vibe, or something you wrote fresh today
I'm sharing something both from today and with the word in it 🌼 from my space noir, Inheritance 🌌🕵️♀️
#queerwriters #Novelmber #writersky
If you see this, post something romantic
This is a snippet from my upcoming serial staring a rather practical FMC and a MMC love-interest who is a sweet dork. Why? Because there needs to be more sweet dorks in the world. This is just part of one of my favorite scenes.
#WriteShare #fantasy
