New Year's Angel

Watercolor and ink painting of a witch sitting on a branch, holding a lantern

🌙

Swedish flag

NO AI Allowed: Sweden Bans AI Generated songs from official charts

Sweden becomes the first country to ban all AI music from their official charts! Huge win!

Finally getting back into the swing of things editing my book. Finished the midpoint turn, hopefully it is all smooth sailing from here! <-- person who has several new scenes to write

Hello! I've been off bluesky for a minute, what better way to get back on than this? I'm Kayla, and I write mostly horror and fantasy in YA/NA categories. Currently working on a book mixing both genres about a ghost hunter in way over his head after his mentor goes missing. #writesky #bluepithype

Wow I adore your art style!

Best of luck!!

“Sorry there’s only one bed,” August apologized, sitting on the other side to tug off his boots. “But you kind of sleep like the dead anyway, so I don’t think you’ll need much space.” Bel didn’t answer. He didn’t like the idea of sharing a bed with August, but it was a necessity. Well, at least it was if he didn’t want to sleep on the ground. And he didn’t. August undid his ponytail, letting his countless braids spill down over his shoulders. Bel resisted the urge to ask why he kept it in braids. He had curly hair too; he knew how much of a hassle it could be. He imagined August’s was even more intensely curly than his own, but… He just wondered what it looked like. “Is this a one-man conversation again?” August asked, looking over his shoulder at Bel with an unimpressed stare. Bel drew back, holding his sketchbook against his chest. What was he supposed to say? He struggled for anything that would appease August’s request for communication, but all he could think about was how easy talking seemed to be for August. Playing with his own fingers, Bel looked down at his lap and murmured, “I didn’t know you could be so nice.” It was the wrong thing to say. August’s smile fell instantly, and that mean darkness in his eyes returned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Poor Bel has a habit of putting his foot in his mouth 😩 #wipsnips #writingcommunity

Really shot myself in the foot setting this book in an endless winter, cuz all my research is like nice this plant could work as a healing salve--IT'S NOT COLD RESISTANT #writingcommunity

"WEEN HALLOWED" with small skeletons dancing around.

Great job, everyone, we did it again

a dog in a ghost costume with a pumpkin in its mouth . ALT: a dog in a ghost costume with a pumpkin in its mouth .

Happy Halloween everyone!

A ghost-seeing girl afraid of the dark.
Her horror movie-obsessed cousin.
A tourist boy with a mysterious secret.
Together they're Arctic Finland's most dysfunctional monster-hunting team. Too bad the monster's already hunting 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

SMALL SPACES X 30 DAYS OF NIGHT
#GhostPit #MG #H #Q 👻

This sounds amazing!

not all who wander are lost 🎃🍂🌙🍃

This sounds super fun!

Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog. Arrows point to words scattered across the image. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. Revenge. Queer Transmac MC. Cosmic horror. Paranoia. Thalassophobia. Creepy small town.

Underwater, over a coral reef, rays of light shine through the water. A few fish swim through the reef. Text reading "From the Sea Fret, Comps" is bordered in the centre. 5 arrows point towards posters. The poster are: Dredge by Black Salt Games, Old Wounds by Logan-Ashley Kisner, The Lighthouse by Robert Eggers, The Fisherman by John Langan, Blood in the Bayou by Just Roll With It

A moodboard consisting of 5 pictures, each outlined in navy blue. The 5th picture is in the centre. A foggy wooden dockyard at night. The inside of a tackle shop. Nets, buoys, and fishing paraphernalia hand from the wall and ceiling. A pile of grey fish. A hand reaching out of grey water, the sky above is overcast. A fishing boat on the ocean. Seagulls swarm it in the air.

Underwater, over a coral reef, rays of light shine through the water. A few fish swim through the reef. A sheet of paper with text on it is centered. The text reads: From the Sea Fret. Excerpt. My thoughts were snowballing, adding up all the bullshit I’ve dealt with since moving to Perne, and my heart was beating faster at each uneasy memory that passed behind my eyes. I was gripping the wheel with white knuckles, forcing myself to breathe through clenched teeth. The rope on the net creaking from strain pulled my body into automation. The thoughts momentarily shut off as I set about pulling the fish in. With each haul on the rope, I took a little bit extra time, as I knew what would be in the net. It seemed like no matter where I turned, things were waiting to fuck with my mind. The word 'forcing' is underlined.

🐟FROM THE SEA FRET🐟

Callum Point moves to the dead-end town of Perne to scrape together a new life. He’s hoping to get what he always wanted; peace. Unfortunately, what greets him is a place rife with secrecy, conspiracy and creatures beyond comprehension.

#GhostPit #A #H #Q #LGBT #OWN

Augh this is so cool, nothing hits like ocean horror <--thalassophobia haver

Amazon is helping fund a $300 million build of a ballroom for the White House.

Independent bookstores are donating to food banks and organizations that help with food insecurity.

They are not the same.

In the City, women must have a child by the age of 35 or they will be banished to the wilderness to live or die. No one knows what happens to the banished women. Childless Juniper Briar is about to find out.

✨Romance Sub Plot
✨Found Family
✨Creatures Stalking the Woods at Night

#GhostPit #A #H #W

Oooh that sounds terrifying, awesome concept!

A collage of multiple dark images. A moon through black tree branches; a foreboding organ in front of a stained glass window; a bouquet of dying white flowers; a skull with a crown; a boy masked in shadow; a quote saying "this place, it's cursed"; a quote saying "do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

House of The Beast x Don't Let The Forest In

When his mentor is kidnapped, sheltered ghost hunter Bel journeys across a cursed kingdom to save her.

It's the hardest thing he's ever done, but giving up now means certain death--and forsaking the country he is destined to save.

#YA #H #F #GhostPit

This sounds sick, love it!!

Brooklyn, 1980. A kind young man from Japan offers Mario to adapt his life's story into video games. The old man's only request is that his wife gets to be a Princess, as she should be.

What's also great is that you can get Sorry We're Closed for 25% off right now on steam actually 😗

❤️‍🔥 store.steampowered.com/app/1796580/...

🚩 selfish and stubborn, though he gets better, I swear XD
💚 compassionate, can never turn his back on someone suffering

Melting, that sounds spooky 🤭👀

#LGBTQWriteAThon oh there are so many, it is partially a horror novel ❤️ the biggest source are the ghost monsters, mostly referred to as "vengeful spirits," which are inspired by like soulsborne/silent hill enemy designs (cw for body horror monsters)

Oh I love playing with memory like that, terrifying when you can't trust your own mind

🌚Moon Junction🌝 is @ufotomorrow.bsky.social's comic for this year’s @shortboxcomicsfair.bsky.social and I’m telling you, if you like whimsical royal courts, knight affairs and pinning sapphics, don’t miss out on this one! Up there of my favs by Anabel 🌸

A digital drawing of the Loch Ness Monster swimming with moss growing on its back and seaweed tangled on its flippers. The original 1934 photo is on the left side with a red heart drawn over the monster as several yellow cutout stars decorate the illustration. Word cutouts frame the drawing of Nessie that say “You may not see me anymore, but I still love you”.

nessie

What if we kissed under the skeletal branches of late autumn trees bent in an unnatural wind