#wipsnip

[eldritchmochi]

wip wednesday!!! ive been sitting on this dialogue for like FOUR MONTHS, carrying my notes for it across several files, so im very glad to have this scene finally fucking written

from COPING SKILLS, as per usual. hopefully will have this section done and posted innnn a week and a half???

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It's—perfect. It's perfectly perfect, exactly the way Essek would wish to spend a lazy Da'leysen even if the thought that he could had never occurred to him.

It's better when Caleb buries himself deep into Essek, holding there as he catches his breath before melting over top of Essek. Essek thinks maybe Caleb—but no, Caleb sighs, "I simply cannot keep up with you."

"You're doing spectacular," Essek tells him. "I can barely keep up too."

Caleb laughs and shifts and Essek thinks for a moment that he intends to get off him so he relaxes the hold he has on Caleb's shoulders. Instead, Caleb settles, comfortably pinning Essek with his full weight. The feel of him on Essek makes Essek's cock twitch, begging for attention after so long ignored.

"I'm too old to marathon like this. What made us think this was a good idea?"

It's Essek's turn to laugh, the sound sliding into a moan muffled against Caleb's neck when Caleb's cock twitches in him in turn.

"Because I'm a fucking idiot," Essek tells him. "We are not doing this again, don't let me even if I really want to." He pauses, noting for the first time the extent of his bone-weary exhaustion, and sniffs before adding, "I will require two-to-five business days' notice before any and all extra curricular activities going forward. We will have a schedule if only so I don't fuck myself into oblivion."

The feel of Caleb laughing so much while still so deep and so hard within Essek is—good, beyond good, absolutely incredible. Essek rides it out, biting his lip at the feel of Caleb's laughter within him, holding tight to Caleb's shoulders.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Caleb asks through his laughter.

Essek considers his response, prefacing it with a small, haughty noise, simply saying, "Yes," and Caleb is overcome with a fresh wave of laughter.

Essek hides his soppy smile against the curve of Caleb's neck, so very pleased to have made this man, this beautiful, wonderful man, laugh so hard, and in the middle of sex too. It is, again, not something he would have wanted to have, but now that he has it, he holds it dear.

Adeen would never have allowed himself such fun, and Essek finds himself better off for it.

Caleb pulls back, grinning as he says, "Ja, well, I suppose I will ensure I file the appropriate forms going forward." He can barely get the sentence out before he's laughing again, forehead against Essek's.

"You'd better," Essek says, tipping his chin up to kiss Caleb's smiling lips. Caleb kisses him back readily, over and over, each one broken by the grins that infect both of them.

[twodiamondhoes]

Did someone say Sports AU Summer? 👀🥍

[mslanna]

WIPSnip: talk

My protags talk A Lot up to chapter 12 and then from 19 on again. Wonder what happ- oh yeah. They start having sex.

Otherwise occupied. 😂 Though they're talking abount/during as well. Gotta communicate your desires. 😏

[baconandpie1]

WIPSnips - long

From my WIP - (Not) Looking For An Alpha

Some crumbs for @viplaja

I do not think Dean likes what Cas said...

[therealgchu]

WIP Wednesday

thanks, @fangbangerghoul for the tag! i actually have a WIP to share today!

i've been going back through my old chapters and re-doing them. i realized that i skipped a lot of character and world building over narrative, so i'm fixing that. this chapter will take place right after Knowns and Unknowns.

i'm also thinking of splitting up the events of the Mantis chapter. if it wasn't initially clear, that chapter covers about 3 weeks of time.

anyway, enough blathering. here's a snippet:

partheno what?

“Sure, Sam. And Cora was born from parthenogenesis.” She added power to the engines and they moved out of a parking orbit.

“Partheno-what? Is that a real word?”

“Yes, it means where a female reproduces without being fertilized by a male,” she explained, then turned back to him. “Was Cora born parthenogenically?” she asked, her expression serious, but her eyes twinkling.

“That is none of your business, nor is it a proper topic for teacher/student relationship.” Sam said huffily, pretending to be offended.

She smirked at him, “All right, Sam,” then turned back to the console.

“Do you want to try that again?” he asked after a beat.

“Sure,” she answered, and flew the Frontier back to where they started. This time she executed the maneuver, well not perfectly, but at least close to competent.

“Much better!” he complimented.

“Thanks. Sometimes it’s just a matter of getting in the right headspace,” she exhaled and nodded.

“You mean the kind of headspace that requires being able to control yourself when you get wet?” he asked, expression and tone serious but his blue eyes were twinkling mischievously.

“And, there it is,” she said, and hit the afterburners sending him tumbling backwards. “Innocent my ass.”

Sam picked himself off the floor, chuckling, “OK, I deserved that. But, you gotta admit, that was pretty funny.”

[thesixthplaneteer]

In observance of Werewolf Wednesday, here is a wipsnip of my personal project that involves a werewolf. This is basically the first draft as I haven't gone back to edit this section and was like, "give it to them raw!" Idk felt appropriate for the day 😘

He didn’t move with supernatural speed, he moved in smooth practiced motions. His precognition guided him even as the werewolf was on him. The large silvered claw of the wolf was mid swing when he met the arm of the beast with the tip of the sword. He moved his hand from the strong to the guard, using it to gain more leverage as he twisted and dragged the tip of the sword along the length of its arm and across its chest. The hide of the wolf was strong, giving heavy resistance to the sword despite it being enchanted but it cut through still. The blood of the wolf being drank by the steel.     

Fuck it, couldn't decide which part I wanted to post so below the break is a spicy bit if you wat to peek. Once again, first draft so please don't judge too hard ❤️

He pulled away from the beast, loomed over her, red eyes burning hot in her own. Forcing his index and middle finger into her mouth he pried open her jaw, although she offered little resistance. The blood streamed down from his mouth into hers. It burnt going down her throat and into her stomach, but sated her fully despite being barely a mouthful. She felt heat flood her body, a raging fire spreading through her. She felt hot, unnaturally and unbearably so. She ripped the little bit of dress she still had on open, trying to expose as much skin to the cool night air as possible. A feverish delirium settled over her mind as she writhed under him. The feeling of his cold lips on her neck sent a shock through her. His lips on her chest extinguished the flames where they touched, but the flames reignited as he removed his lips. Across her stomach and over her pelvis he kissed her burning skin with icy lips, watching her jolt at each touch. He kissed her through her lacy underwear once, then grabbed them and ripped them free from her.

[kiennwrites]

Building a following:

are you fr kienn?

… 500 total across several platforms

but it's over the span of 2 months, and on new accounts, and your mileage may vary

very niche dependent (am a queer horror writer)

some platforms are more queer friendly than others

more under the cut

Here I will share some tips breaking down my experience with social media marketing for my writing.

Across all platforms:

have a consistent posting schedule!

more posts = more exposure

but consistency is most important.

i do 3 posts a week

interact with the community!

the most response i get is from networking

most writers are also readers!

following people and following back

engaging with posts (comments and reposts are more impactful than likes, connecting with the content)

community benefits:

peers with similar interests

observe what other successful accounts are doing

tips, trends, support groups

Between platforms:

the quality of interaction varies

the type of content varies (text vs images)

take time to learn

Video and image posts:

throwing your content out into the wild

instagram:

stats:

~150 followers

3k views/month

5-20 interactions a post

linked to threads, most of the time my threads followers channel to my instagram

schedule posts!

video content: the shorter the better, have a strong hook in the first seconds

image content: carousels with lots of slides

hashtags don't matter as much, though they help you show up through search

audio is a tool, choose wisely

share stuff on stories so it's seen, and promote fellow authors in the community

comments help alot, ask friends to help with engagement!

tiktok:

stats:

100 views before dropping to 0

some queer hashtags are banned

can use same content as instagram

scheduling on desktop only…

i don't use it much

Text posts:

more community engagement!

replying and reposting

threads:

stats:

~150 followers

5-20 interactions a post

linked to instagram

relatable text posts do well

keywords matter more than tags, incorporate words like "book" "author" "writer" etc naturally

lots of threads call for replies with similar interests or promotion, a great opportunity to share yourself and find similar authors, community rallying posts

reply to and repost fellow authors!

bluesky:

stats:

~300 followers

5-10 interactions a post

feeds are customized timelines that use tags and keywords

use feeds to find your community

i have a queer writers feed on my account (to avoid filtering issues include "author" in your bio!)

make sure your posts are seen in feeds by incorporating keywords naturally, and include tags or the emoji-tags, #booksky and 📚💙, etc

having images to go with your text helps, and including alt text

find tags like #queerprompts or #wipsnips, where the community shares their work and wip snips!

follow feeds, reply to and repost fellow authors!

twitter:

stats:

~100 followers

~50 views a post

0-3 interactions a post

most follows are follow backs

the search function is terrible, as is the algorithm

lots of bot impersonators, block unsolicited DMs

throw your posts into the void, don't expect much interaction

image posts do best, as do trends. show you're not a bot? 😭

go through follow lists and tags to find community

tags like #agentsguide #amquerying help to find other writers

reply to and repost fellow authors

tumblr:

stats:

~50 followers

~ 1-10 interactions a post

blogging and text posts, most personal

use lots of tags

do tag games, trends, share wips

reply to and reblog fellow authors, leave comments in tags!!

SUMMARY

Find community

Interact, give and recieve

Reply and Repost

Follow and follow back

Use keywords

Use hooks, short attention spans

Thanks for reading!

This is from my personal experience. Your mileage may vary... Give it a try and see what works for you and your niche! and you can follow me @kiennwrites !

[eldritchmochi]

iiits wip wednesday and while i haven't written anything in A BIT i also haven't posted a wip in a bit so like, here ya go. its not smutty???? (wild)

an excerpt from the next chapter of my epic length shadowgast bdsm au COPING SKILLS

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He can just hear his washer start as he steps back out into his living room. Between his sheets and his casual clothing, she'll be around most of the afternoon tending to his laundry, but she doesn't need to run three loads. He startles her again when he knocks on the door frame of his laundry room, his afghan trailing to the floor from his hand.

"Room for one more?" he asks, gesturing with the blanket.

"Only if you promise to not give me any more heart attacks today, Essek bey," she replies, voice firm despite her smile. She takes the blanket he offers and packs it in with the rest of his bedding, then drops the lid to the machine with a clang.

Essek steps out of her way, his back towards his front door, and gestures with his cane. She shuffles past, dusting her hands off as she returns to her caddy of supplies.

"You do not get to hover either, Essek bey," she adds. "You know I do good work."

"I do indeed," he tells her, and he's not hovering, he just—

Has mommy issues, and Mihra has done much for his private little household over the last fifteen-odd years she's been in his employ. They don't often engage face to face anymore, but he's still fond of her, and he's still—out of sorts from the day before, in need of care and attention that Caleb isn't around to give.

He can let her work though, even if he misses the warmth of his afghan when he sits back on his horrible couch. He doesn't fidget either, prestidigitating his sticky mug clean before slurping at his coffee. It's—cold, which he should have expected, and it only manages to make Essek miss Caleb more.

He has entirely too many tasks to complete and no where near enough brainpower to complete them. He's—antsy with Mihra puttering around his condo with him, too aware of her presence, too aware of the signs of his weekend activities. She won't gossip, probably, but—Light, there is a condom in his bed side bin. Essek doesn't regret Caleb, absolutely not, but he does regret everything else leading up to this, to him being—perceived as anything but Shadowhand Thelyss.

And it's only bound to be worse as the gala approaches.

Mihra hums as she sprays down his bathroom with cleaner, sharp fake citrus that stings Essek's nose. He—starts by retrieving his phone, reviewing his notifications by rote memory until he, at last, reaches the newest messages from Caleb. It's simple, two texts not even a minute apart, sent shortly after seven this morning.

Caleb Good morning, Schatz.

Caleb I shall miss you today. Rest well.

Essek's heart races, enamoured with such a simple thing. His reply takes no thought to write, and he sends it without so much as a cursory review.

Essek I've missed you since you left last night.

As expected, he doesn't get an immediate reply. He's still disappointed and… perhaps he should tell Caleb how affected he still is. It's not subdrop; he doesn't get that far, especially not considering the amount of care Caleb had given him through out their day. It's more that he—

He's simply wildly in love with the man, and that's worse.

[t-lane-writes]

Bluesky #WIPSnips

[Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration]

Black Wings, by T. Lane, scene #20

WIPSnips, word for Jan 6th "condition"

Image ID: A faded picture of dark transmission mast set against the clouded yellow-to-bluegray sky, with sun peeking through. On this background, text as in the body of the post. end ID

“On behalf of the Heritage,” the messenger announced, “I will now accept your unconditional surrender.Afterwards, I will present you with our demands regarding your relocation from Hunor 3.”  The silence fell after his words. The Legislatives were supposed to answer, to state their demands, but for a long while no one dared to even breathe louder.   Finally, Ondre Isler took a small step forward. “The planet is called Angerona.”

tagging: @drippingmoon, @hithelleth, @echo-bleu, @did-i-do-this-write, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary

[twodiamondhoes]

WIP Wednesday <3

Did anybody say Lacrosse AU?

Tagging my buddies @blacktofade, @thistle-onions, @azzayofchaos and @canarydarity (as always, no pressure to any of y'all <33 I just love your minds :D)

also, anyone who's been making WIP progress or is jumping in on Sports AU summer, consider yourselves tagged! (Again, no pressure, but if you do, pls @ me so I can see!! :3)

[mslanna]

WIPSnips: smoke

Happy New Year to Tanjy. 😚

It is the best feeling ever. The air smells of smoke and ash and I'm kissing the best looking man on the whole planet and he is kissing me back.

[baconandpie1]

WIPSnips - deserve

From my WIP '(Not) Looking For An Alpha'

@viplaja :) :) :)

[lenialenient]

some apocalypse roadtrip novel aka The World Ends in 13 1/2 Days™ snippies that i posted as part of the wipsnips game on bluesky for, respectively, the prompts chill, wet, dear, music, magic, and decor :^]

[missyourflight]

ty @boxboxlewis for the wipsnip tag ✂️❤️ lil bit of space persuasion 🪩

“Did they give you a real big ship?”

“It’s not too bad, I can’t complain.”

Daniel remembers saying, It’s barely even flying, a boat this size, it’s just – parking. The two of them lying shoulder to shoulder on the flat roof of the outpost, Max turning towards him as he said, There are other things to fly.

It had been love, at least for Daniel, the dumb, dogtags-stupid kind of love; it whirled him up like a dust storm for a few months and ended with his bunkmate saying, “Woah, Danny –” as he trashed his quarters, his comcel bouncing off the wall and shattering, everything smashed to pieces.

And now, he feels –

He shakes his head.

“Captain,” he repeats, the rank still strange in his mouth. “You never listened to a word I said, did you?” If it sounds bitter Max doesn’t seem to notice.

“Ah, it was like background noise, you know,” he says, his smile almost hopeful. And it’s worse, somehow, Max trying to joke, his attempt at ease stinging more than if he��d done the decent thing, the fucking normal thing, and blanked Daniel, just shaken his hand and pretended like Daniel never asked him to run away, never humiliated himself in front of his entire crew and threw away his career for no reason.

“You used to say the ships in the fleet weren’t fast enough for you,” Max goes on. “So everything worked out.”

“Guess so,” Daniel says. This is the life he’d always wanted, in a lot of ways. If you’d told him five years ago he’d be racing here, that he’d have this life, he’d barely have been able to imagine it. Five years ago he couldn’t imagine past Max.

Did you miss me, he doesn’t ask.

Someone bumps them from behind: she spills her drink down Max’s sleeve, insists on patting him dry, Hello sailor. Daniel sees his chance to run.

“Enjoy the show, Captain,” he says, leaving on the expectant part of Max’s mouth, whatever he had been about to say lost in the swelling noise of the bar.

In the lift he lets his head thunk against the mirror. What the fuck.

[dreacwrites]

Enjoy a sneak peek of my Romantasy The Alpha’s Enemy (Book 3 in the Truly Faeted Series). The random word search was for Hobby. While I didn’t have the word in my WIP, anyone who read book 1 knows con artistry is Robin’s hobby.

The Alpha’s Enemy will be out in February 2025!

(Excerpt randomly chosen by searching for the random word “hobby” within my WIP. Prompt from WIPsnips account on Bluesky )

[t-lane-writes]

Bluesky #WIPSnips

[Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration]

Black Wings, by T. Lane, scene #8

#WIPSnips word for Jan 4th "mechanical"

Image ID: On faded background of desolate mountain landscape, text as in the body of the post. end ID

Four of those precious children ran out of Ge’llie’s room, Ta’nita at the front, holding the box to her chest and giggling. She stopped frozen when she saw Sie’va and Ti'Fanny, eyes large, picture of innocence. Co’nor and Ed’Ira bumped into her and Ed’Ira fell, but didn’t cry. Jeni’ne helped her stand back up. All four kids stared at the two adult women, expecting to be punished, or let go. The latter maybe? “Love you, mommy,” said Ta’nita, hopeful. Sie’va shook her head. Ti’Fanny spoke, “Can I have that?” She extended her mechanical hand for the box. Everyone in the family treated the prosthetic arm as something normal. Ti’Fanny didn't mind taking it off in front of the children, or showing them how much stronger it was than a natural “meat” arm. The younger ones were still somewhat afraid of it, though. Ta’nita didn’t even hesitate or try to argue—she placed the box in Ti’Fanny’s palm, trying not to touch the fingers. Then all four ran down the corridor and to the stairs. Ti’Fanny and Sie’va laughed.

tagging: @drippingmoon, @hithelleth, @echo-bleu, @did-i-do-this-write, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary