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#WritingpPrompts 5:

♡Monthly #prompt
#FoxProse
#FaeSense
#FantasyIndiesNovember
#NovemberWorldbuilders
#Novmemeber
#Novfamber
#NovemberNightmares
#DavidsMonthOfMusic
#PennedReveries
#TimeTravelAuthors
#ThreeWordGenre

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November 4, 2026 at 9:39 PM
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#WritingpPrompts 5:

♡Monthly #prompt
#FoxProse
#FaeSense
#FantasyIndiesSpooktober
#OctoberWorldbuilders
#Octember
#THMtober
#LitHodgepodge
#AcrosticOctober
#Conlangity
#DavidsMonthOfMusic
#PennedReveries
#TimeTravelAuthors
#ThreeWordGenre

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October 4, 2026 at 5:28 PM
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#WritingPrompts 5:

♡Monthly #prompt
#FoxProse
#FaeSense
#FantasyIndiesSeptember
#SeptemberWorldbuilders
#Septopolis
#SillySeptember
#Septversary
#Sustember
#DavidsMonthOfMusic
#PennedReveries
#TimeTravelAuthors
#ThreeWordGenre

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September 4, 2026 at 12:36 AM
morganrrhaze.bsky.social
#WildWalkPrompt #thingstowriteabout #FaeSense (Blue boons)
Delicate butterflies, the color of the summer sky. A sight to lift spirits. A reminder that each day is new
#imageprompt
small butterfly from the gossamer-winged family
August 29, 2026 at 4:24 PM
yeehawpoems.bsky.social
Lupinus subcarnosus

#poetry #faesense #blueboons

A month late but I loved Faesense
Lupinus subcarnosus Better late than never although perhaps made more effective if eventually made musical August's dying grass your nostalgic lightning tree our's scarred machete Can't understand this gossamer kite ballooning maybe for nothing Wildfire untamable a never lingered first kiss flying still felling For rarely meaning rather simply existing and allowance of Intangible but entirely mutual paradoxical Forever an undying flame I promise
August 28, 2026 at 3:58 PM
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Monday, February 16th ~ #WritingPrompts 2/6

#DailyImagePrompt #dip52 ⬇️
#FaeSense The taste of wild garlic
#Firewords280 Pale differences
#FoxProse A trusted blade's thrust
February 16, 2026 at 9:30 PM
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Sunday, February 8th ~ #WritingPrompts 1/5

#2WordPrompt Slender & Ten
#BedroomEyesPrompt Two hearts beat as one
#BraveWrite Blood Orange
#DailyImagePrompt #dip44 ⬇️
#FaeSense The sound of grass growing
February 8, 2026 at 8:08 PM
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Monday, February 2nd ~ #WritingPrompts 1/5

#2WordPrompt Protect & Mirror
#BedroomEyesPrompt Molly in a band
#BraveWrite Shadow
#DailyImagePrompt #dip38 ⬇️
#FaeSense Scent of bleeding ivy
February 2, 2026 at 8:09 PM
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Tuesday, January 27th ~ #WritingPrompts 1/

#DawnChorus Necrotic revival
#FaeSense Waterfall song
#Firewords280 Crowded compartments
#FoxProse Provocative pursuits
#FromOneLine 403 I was born in the snow
#GlowPrompt ⬇️
glowprompt.bsky.social GLOW @glowprompt.bsky.social · Jan 27
Here is today's prompt:

Genre: Fantasy
Location: Secret Stronghold
Object: glass
Word: yellow

Happy #writing! #writingprompt
January 27, 2026 at 7:59 PM
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Sunday, January 18th ~ #WritingPrompts 2/5

#FaeSense Fresh snow under your feet
#Firewords280 Proud purchase
#FoxProse Obsessions defined
#GlowPrompt ⬇️
#GrimScribe Clinical diction
#HorrorPrompt In the snow
glowprompt.bsky.social GLOW @glowprompt.bsky.social · Jan 18
Here is today's prompt:

Genre: Spy
Location: Hot Springs
Object: speakers
Word: hair

Happy #writing! #writingprompt
January 18, 2026 at 7:49 PM
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Monday, January 5th ~ #Poetry #WritingPrompts 2/3

#FaeSense The Scents Of The Meadow
#HaikuChallenge Edifice
#HaikuFeels Hail
#HaikuHorrorPrompt Matricide
ignorantfairy.bsky.social Matthias (glimmering - on vacation) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · Jan 4
This week's #sensory #prompt to spark #art

Wandering fae inhaling the
#TheScentsOfTheMeadow
inspiration blossoms like first flowers in winter, some delicate, some tart and bitter like late frost kissing the soil.

#faeSense use #alt-text
#cooperate #bekind

AI-generated work/images are ignored!
The picture is just a placeholder for imagination, feel free to use any photography/ drawing / sculpting / writing... All art is welcome and appreciated. [AI generated work is not considered art] A meadow somewhere in the North of Germany under a blue sky with clouds — Summer 2025
January 5, 2026 at 8:34 PM
dailyimageprompt.bsky.social
#dailyimageprompt 89
#poetry #prompt by mike
#abstractart #foundthings

original photo by Matthias Geh
@ignorantfairy.bsky.social
host of the wonderful #FaeSense prompt!
(used with permission)

Matthias found this art on the street! how cool is that?​
what found you on the street?
a piece of abstract art lies on the street. the left half is in light purples, the right in oranges. coloured hexagons like stars are connected by paths
March 25, 2026 at 12:00 PM
dailyimageprompt.bsky.social
#dailyimageprompt 72

original photo by Matthias Geh @ignorantfairy.bsky.social
(used and edited with permission)
edits by mike

please check out Matthias's inspiring #FaeSense prompt!

#art #poetry #prompt #vss​​​
#abstractart​ #cubism #noai

.. i'll post the original too, it's cute and funny :)​
overlapping cubist squares of orange, green and yellow on a lilac background three highlighters - orange has a grin, green in the middle looks angry and yellow on the right looks happy. against a background of graph paper adorned with mystic symbols
March 8, 2026 at 12:01 PM
dailyimageprompt.bsky.social
#dip16 #dailyimageprompt

stunning leaves in golden-reds
by matthias geh @ignorantfairy.bsky.social
(used with permission)

matthias also hosts the enchanting #FaeSense prompt full of sensory magic .. check it out now!

tyty matthias < 3

#art #muse #poetry #prompt #vss​​​
#abstractart​
January 11, 2026 at 12:00 PM
edwardstjames.bsky.social
I am #passive amidst the purple hue:
A spell cast onto the sky gently
At first, before becoming a violent tool

Deepening into a darkness that softly
Brings out the owls near the pool,
Hooting songs as they roost and fly.

#faesense #emoetry #poem #tercets #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
January 11, 2026 at 1:46 PM
edwardstjames.bsky.social
Pollen: allergies, sneezing, sweet-
The taste of spring on my tongue.
This meadow we did not create
Is the place that fungus was among.

#faesense #quatrain #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
January 9, 2026 at 2:23 AM
edwardstjames.bsky.social
#faesense
December 21, 2025 at 4:17 AM
katephyre.bsky.social
Enrobed in Royal purple
Gold coronet set just so
In the dappled swaying sunlight
Spring whispered let’s go
#FaeSense #IridescenceIrises
Purple and gold iris in sunlight.
April 20, 2026 at 7:33 AM
phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social
My entry for #faesense

@ignorantfairy.bsky.social

#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP52 #April #poetry #poetryCommunity #writingcommunity #ambahan
Ambahan: When He Fought My Demons There is that one night in May, Night as hot as a summer's day— Screams of a dozen levels Tore from my throat, decibels Of loudness tore through the walls, Until he ran for my calls... I remember.... hugged me tight And he said I'll be alright. There is that one night in May, And others, demons at bay. Iridescent eyes had said While I am laying in bed, Cobalt downpours slept in May, While demons were kept at bay— And then he told me... I'm ok
April 22, 2026 at 5:18 PM
phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social
My entry for #WildWalkPrompt #emoetry #faesense

Partly inspired by this song:

youtu.be/VEY0WClTKL0?...

#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
Black Cherry You know how red I feel My cherry tinted lips Had to bite into my peel Of defiant thoughts Of defiant limbs— ||The absolute force of this seed is the rise of a new lead|| If the hushed tones of my dreams Hold the longing in my seams There should be A corner here Where I am loved Without a care Or conditional love. You know how blue I feel, My cherry deprived lips Reviled and now feared When all I endured Is staring while I bared ||my longing for belonging soul|| ~~When will I cease to write of wars Or brawls inside bad bars Or even a trip to Mars Or men who aren't czars That have no balls To fight for me~~ I bit into this black cherry A luscious tart berry— I stare into the streets Waiting for me to meet The scent of lilacs and sweet beet —the langue de chat is sweet Just like where I used to meet Man of my dreams that defeats The fae like longing to old Blue— To think I used to fancy Someone who cannot see I dislike lack of decency Or lack of honesty And even lacking consistency With their affection A bad confection And so I greet this scenery Defiantly, of my finery Where fairy tales and bees Meet lilacs and sweet cherries.
March 23, 2026 at 3:59 AM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Part 9
#WritingPrompt #CreativeWriting #Toll #FaeSense #Continuation #SeaFolklore #DarkFantasy
Black background with white text reading: When the creature suddenly moved lifting it's arm, Toran flinched, his breath hitching, but the strike wasn't aimed at him. An obsidian claw instead sank into the heavy timber of the Nightfish's gunwale, carving deep, jagged grooves into the wood. The creature worked with terrifying precision, the sound of splintering oak echoing across the water. When he pulled away, a sigil remained, a spiraling, ancient mark that somehow seemed to draw the light into itself. The trill shifted frequency, into a low, resonant vibration that settled in Toran's stomach. Safe passage, the feeling suggested. Claimed. But then came the second strike. This one a phantom. Toran didn’t feel a claw on his skin, but a sudden, searing heat erupted beneath his shirt, directly over his heart. He gasped, staggering at the rail, clutching his chest. Beneath the fabric of his shirt, he knew the same spiraling sigil was scoring itself into his flesh. It wasn't an injury; it was a brand.
January 15, 2026 at 1:34 AM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Part 8
#WritingPrompt #CreativeWriting #Toll #FaeSense #Continuation #SeaFolklore #DarkFantasy #SeaStory
Toran didn't answer. He was already moving away, across the dock. His stride, no longer a stricken heavy land-plod, but a fluid, swaying motion that anticipated a swell that wasn't there. He reached the jetty and jumped onto the Rusted Nightfish. Now, his feet didn't stumble. He landed with the grace of a predator. The boat felt like an extension of his own limbs. He didn't need the whiskey to steady his hands anymore.. He slammed the engine into gear, and as the harbor lights receded, he felt the claustrophobia of the land lift. He wasn't going out to fish. He was going out to wait for the red-glowing scales to rise through the foam. At exactly five miles out, the Rusted Nightfish idled, drifting in a sea of liquid glass. The engine silenced, yet the boat felt alive, thrumming with a frequency, an anticipation, that made the salt crystals on the deck dance. Then the water broke, without a sound. Without so much as a ripple, the Dark Neptune rose, his bright obsidian eyes no longer wide with the stark panic of the net, but alive with a heavy, ancient and terrifying curiosity. The crimson scales - the ones mended by Toran’s stolen warmth - glowed like dying embers racing against his indigo skin. As the creature leaned against the hull, a soft trill bypassed Toran's ears. It wasn't just a sound anymore; it was a flood of imagery: the crushing weight of the trenches, the reverent singing of the whales, and a sudden, sharp flash of the "Nightfish" as a tiny, flickering spark in a vast, cold desert. The merman was grateful. Toran could tell that much. Not just for the healing, but for the will it took for a creature of the shore to reach back into the dark. Entranced, Toran reached out. His calloused fingers brushed the new red scales. They weren't cold like fish skin; they pulsed with a low, feverish heat - his own heat, returned to him in a different form
January 9, 2026 at 1:22 AM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Glad you're enjoying it! 🖤 🎣
(P.S. I can stop with the FaeSense tag if it's interfering with your ongoing prompts though if you want 😅)
January 7, 2026 at 12:58 AM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Part 7
#WritingPrompt #CreativeWriting #Toll #FaeSense #Continuation #SeaFolklore #DarkFantasy
Black background with white text reading: "Nah, not today, Miller," Toran said. His voice was steady, but it lacked his usual gravelly warmth. It was flat, like the surface of a deep pool. "Suit yourself," Silas grumbled, squinting at him with a weathered, suspicious eye.. "You’re looking... Rougher than a bear's arse, Toran. You catching anything out there? The Nightfish looked empty when you came in last night." "Just enough to pay the harbor toll," Toran replied. His eyes didn't settle on Silas or Miller. His gaze drifted past them both, drawn toward the horizon as if by a magnetic North. Out there, five miles and fathoms deep below, he was waiting. Toran could feel the weight of the silver bit he’d dropped into the dark, a weighted anchor that tied him to a mind that wasn't human. The two men exchanged a silent, uneasy glance. Although there were no physical signs - no visible scales, no silver webbing - but they both unknowingly shifted half a step away from him, with some hidden instinct drawing them back. Toran gave off a different atmosphere than he had just forty-eight hours ago. He didn't smell like a fisherman anymore; he didn't smell of sweat, stale tobacco, or the copper-sour booze he’d fought for years. He smelled like the air before a lightning strike: cold ozone and the sharp tang of petrichor. He smelled like the deep; something vast, indifferent, and other. "...Right then," Miller muttered, his hearty tone dying a sudden death. "Guess we’ll see you in the slip, then." Toran didn't answer. He was already moving, his stride no longer a stricken heavy land-plod, but a fluid, swaying motion that anticipated a swell that wasn't there.
January 7, 2026 at 12:53 AM
whimsicalwraith.bsky.social
Part 6
#WritingPrompt #CreativeWriting #FaeSense #Toll #Continuation #SeaFolklore #DarkFantasy
Black background with white text reading: Toran slept fitfully, after that. Every time he closed his eyes, he was plagued by dream-like thoughts; either of gasping and drowning in the air, or being parched and suffocated. Each time he jolted awake, his blanket was cocooned tight around him from his restlessness, with the soft cotton wrapped like a death shroud against his salt-hungry skin. When he finally gave up and dragged himself to the kitchen for a strong but bitter black tea, the gulls' raucous morning calls had devolved into manic laughter as the fish carts had set up for the day. He ventured out that afternoon. The winter sun piercing through the clouds felt like a spotlight, far too bright and harsh. Toran moved through the small harbor town like a man walking through a museum of a life he used to own. As he approached the old slipway, he saw Silas and Miller, both men he’d shared a thousand grunted greetings with, and heartfelt putting-the-world-to-rights with in the tavern. Often, they’d invite him for a quick one to take the edge off a rough night or a bad haul. "Toran!” A hearty voice rang out. “Ha, looks like you fought a gale and lost, lad!" Miller called out, leaning against a pile of lobster pots that were haphazardly stacked.. "Come on. Slow Old Silas is buying. A wee dram’ll put the color back in those cheeks." Toran stopped. He looked at Miller’s face, reddened by sun and drink, and full of the simple, messy warmth of humanity. A week ago, the temptation would have been a physical weight, a craving that made his throat itch and hand tighten. But as he stood there, he felt the tether give a soft gentle tug - a reminder. A pulse of cool calm flooded his chest. The craving for whiskey was then gone, washed away and replaced by a much more terrifying hunger for the salt and the unknown.
January 4, 2026 at 10:21 PM