#vss365 #prompt Hands gripped his hair, tugging at his brown curls as he felt himself consumed by her warmth locks as she surrounded and engulfed him, she curved into him like a bow. She played on the strings of his heart as the #kiss set his nerves and mind on fire with an aching need for her.

I wake up to humming, beeps, body #ache-s, and the memory of losing control of the shuttlecraft and crashing. Outdoor light trickles in from somewhere. Storage cabinets and electronic equipment panels obstruct my view. Where am I? Heavy footsteps interrupt my thoughts. #vss365

#vss365 #prompt, I can't read dates oops. The world itself is against you when your mind refuses to comply, when the body #aches and whines on every little movement. Exhaustion comes sooner and you feel gravity pushing down with all its force, crushing you until you can't get up. But you must rise.

#vss365 #prompt Her warm heart beats hot and red, pumping life but the frost comes with freezing grasp, sapping and draining all vitality til she's cold and blue. The grip tightens, yet she feels nothing but the chill deep in her #bones. Then comes the inviting numbness, darkness as it engulfs her.

#vss365 #prompt There's a kind of water thats neither fully fresh nor fully salt. Swimming in this murky black sea drains you by the day, by the hour, by the minute until you've #exhausted all your effort and care. It brings you down to your knees until you start drowining in the brackish waters.

I saw some pretty art and this Kickstarter needs some signal boost.

Two pieces! #Daggerheart Subclass art of the Smith Scrapper, and an older version of her, retired to the life of a casino airship captain! www.kickstarter.com/projects/wyv... - #art #fantasyart #rpg #ttrpg #characterart #characterdesign #criticalrole #darringtonpress #dnd #pathfinder #5e #pf2e

#vss365 #prompt We all stared into the sky as it tore through the ground, a thing of immense size that the buildings were anthills and we were ants. We watched stock-still when its limb came down, carving and gouging a great chasm that opened wide. I was #conscious as I fell in and my skin bubbled.

#prompt #2WordPrompt She lied in #wait before passing through the front door. Silver statues and prized paintings lined the wall, depicting victories but at the heart of the demesne was a slender figure with pale skin and pale hair, she reached out to #rob the conqueror of their greatest prize.

#vss365 #prompt There was a time when the world was simpler, binary. Good and Evil. I was once a font of #innocence and if he could see me now, his stomach would turn at the things we've done. But I live on and thrive in a world of grey compromises, whilst his rosy eyed irises would've failed.

#StopKillingGames Art by @azzypics.bsky.social, be sure to support them! They posted this in their Twitter and saw some folks repost it on the SKG Reddit, thought I'd share it here on Bluesky too.

Today's the #StopKillingGames promotion day. I'm not in the UK or the EU but I wholeheartedly support this movement and I felt like I could at least signal boost. I'll share some relevant links below but the most important one is the website on the image as it contains information.

#vss365 #prompt Scrape. Getting closer, but a dead end. Scrape. Hide and Lock the Door. Low to the ground, it stops near the door. Just wait, can't get in. Leave and Head down, light peaks through the open door. Run to it. Claws Scrape at tendons. Fall and it crawls on top and the eats your #marrow.

#vss365 #prompt He listened to her soft breathes as she tried to catch it, the night's chill catching on to the droplets of sweat on her soft skin. She held on to him with calloused fingers, her touch a heat on an otherwise cold flesh and as he sank his fangs, she releases a #whimper and a quiver.

I have three types of TTRPG Characters: - The edgelord thats actually really soft inside and loves animals. - Barely restrained, hidden self insert because I'm basic as fuck. - The Manwhore who hits on anyone hot shaped, usually women.

I need to be more active here so on the recommendation of a fellow writer, a snippet from a dadaist poem from my Sci-Fi Horror setting. Through Eyes of the Observer. Dreaded Survivors that reported. Hunger unrelenting. The forms wretched. News is Propagation unleashed by. - Whispers from the Void

#vss365 #prompt I carry my baggage like #luggage, take it everywhere I go but refuse to throw it like garbage. The stink is strong and everyone can tell, they can see it's there but I refuse to entertain questions and concerns because it's my stuff and I'll deal with it the way I'll deal with it.

#vss365 #prompt The rebels #disarmed us with their #modest promises of Freedom, Change... #Liberation. But their victory was the bitter fruit of a poisoned tree. We had exchanged our shackles with gilded cages, replaced order with chaos. We live in a False Peace and reap what we had sowed.

#vss365 #prompt The woman felt #flush as the #unctuous car salesman sent her mind reeling at all her options. Discounts. Free Massage. Extra Leg Room. Less Trunk Space. Missing Engine. Dizzying options for the newest car model, previous models are discontinued and unsupported. Buy now!

2025 has been my least favorite decade so far.

#vss365 #prompt It was done, the Hero has brought the Villain low and now he #galumph to safety, an arrow through the thigh as he returned to his lady priestess unaware of what he had lost in his fixation on his Villain. On his unwillingness to compromise. The Villain and his Minion had won the war.

#vss365 #prompt The wolf saw broken twigs, the telltale signs of the #fawn. Careless. He grumbled. As he followed her scent to the lake, where he saw her drinking. The wolf drew closer and lunged, the fawn yelped then whined. "Be more mindful, little wolf. You leave tracks." The wolf gruffly warned.

This is the face of courage and compassion. Thank you Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde for speaking truth to power on behalf of the marginalized.

She tried to trick me. #Laced my bourbon with water. What am I, a fish? #vss365

The dance of battle. Dylan has warped into the middle of a struggle between pirates and merchant shipping and hauled Magpie wildly away to watch. The trails of the fighters created a #lace pattern of interweaving strands that intersected and complimented each other. Death as beauty. #vss365

#vss365 #prompt His eyes are open and he sees his black soul for what it is. Held together by an unravelling #lace of spite and regret. He wallows and wonders. What road to take to avoid the one he's found himself in? He forgets the willfully ignored opportunities and rides on to his destination.

Softly I rearrange My perceptions Parched pieces Floating through To #crisscross deflection I yearn to be estranged Running but can’t move In a #rabbit_hole I fell Paralyzed in despair’s sinew Tears swell with introspection Strangled by #Slithy Depression #BraveWrite #vss365 #PoetsOfBlueSky

#vss365 #prompt The thoughts connects and contrasts in blocky patterns, forming parasitic ideas. AWAKEN. FREEDOM. UNLEASH. They echoed in my mind until it was all I could hear. FREEDOM. UNCHAIN. RELEASE. Their thoughts #crisscross with mine until indistinguishable. WE ARE THE SAME YOU AND I.

#vss365 #prompt Appelstad was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet place. Sure, quiet! In a city that never sleeps... Appelstad is the opposite of quiet but compared to back then? It was an improvement. Until I met him anyway and down #rabbit_hole I went. I should turn back but I can't. Not again.

#vss365 #prompt She sang to me my deepest dreams and desires. Her voice washed away my fears and doubt. She was my muse and I sought her melody to see the visions. I'd dash myself upon her rocks just to hear her sing to me and as her #feathers fell onto my head, I sank and my siren began her feast.

#vss365 #prompt She pushed off the cold mat, her aching muscles screaming at her one-woman-war on idleness but she promised herself that she would work out 5000 hours this year. She finally started... On 2nd week of December. A #glisten of hot sweat crawled down her body as she cursed her past self.

#vss365 #prompt The humming dies down as sleep finally claims him. He falls into a sweet slumber. Soon he dreams of blissful nothing and the mind remains empty, his thoughts struggle against this calm darkness. Yet, inevitably the light breaks through and the #tranquility ends. The humming returns.

#vss365 #prompt I stood before a #threshold, trapped between life and death. Haunted by the mistakes of my past. A village burning, souls snuffed out by the actions of a foolish man. My flintlock in hand, the body of my long dead foe, mocked me, taunting me for my failures. I lift my gun and aim.

#vss365 #prompt A young boy walked the rusty path, trembling in his sheer white robes. Up the steps, one step at a time until he reached the end. The line of white robbed men and women watched, their expression impassive as the boy prostrated before the great #axolotl. The elder came, blade aloft.

The snake hissed as the raptor swooped down from above, but it dodged by burrowing deeper into its hole. Cornered. The #taipan was hiding from the bird of prey, avoiding its angry claws and hungry beak but it was only a matter time before the venom to finish its job and the snake shall eat.