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Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· 29d

#WIPSnips not Phase but State, from Bloody Terrible

Smoke filled the air, mingling with steam as he slid further down in the tub. Hot water on cool, dead flesh felt deeply, richly warming. It was nostalgic, almost. Amazing how he still found little enhancements to life's pleasures in this state. He felt his eyes drifting closed, dropping the cigarette on the lip of the tub long enough to submerge himself fully, hair floating up in a halo over his head. The vampire stayed there, letting a few bubbles escape his mouth but otherwise still.
He had spent the energy he had to be angry at the situation, trying to feel his strength return, relaxing like it was a chore. Oh the anger bubbled within his chest like poison carbonation, but he would need to sleep on it before he could wield that into action plans and revenge.

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· 29d

Virgil 2.0, get 'im

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· 29d

#WIPSnips one from Ethel Was Alone! Discussing property and missing animals

“…I’m so sorry, Howard. Now that you mention it, Pete is missing. That goat is slippery on a good day, but I have been worried. When I feel much more like moving I need to look for him. You go home, bury your dog. I know she was a good one, important to your boy. I can keep things held down here on my own land.”
“You’re uncle’s land, if I recall right.” He corrected, almost casually. “If you can’t handle it out here, Miss Ethel, don’t forget there’s stronger folks around who can lend a hand.”
“I’ve handled it just fine for three years, thankya.” She snorted softly. “Go home, Howard. I can handle any problems myself and if I need a hand, I can find one.”

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 13

#SummerOfStories It has to be Tyson. He's kind of in a hell of his own making because he Hates asking for help, he's convinced people think he's incompetent- and he just keeps digging that hole because he Cannot actually handle his problems. Inferiority complexes are a bitch.

He had tried to change things about his life and he had failed. Actually getting his job back and returning to normal wouldn't be possible. It would be an HR nightmare, considering how often he'd been personally investigated lately. He had to keep lying and hells, he was bad at that, but it was better than admitting how badly he had screwed himself.
"I’m going to speak to you as a friend.” Beuller withdrew a very full notepad from his breast pocket, elbows resting on his knees. “And I'm not going to tease it out, because I don't think you're a criminal, at least not a bad actor, and because I can't make you say anything. No one else really got hurt, it’s your business, so-on. But I'm doing my job as a public safety officer."

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 12

My yearly furry mass attack, this time it's Chibi charms! Ft. Crunch for @chiluver.bsky.social, Valerie for @olmyra.bsky.social, Lemonzest for @orfeoarte.bsky.social, K.D. for @jackalopezone.neocities.org, Binx for @voroxzii.bsky.social, (contd.)

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 12

#WIPSnips from Ethel Was Alone, my historical Appalachian monster romance. #writingcommunity

Minnie Smith’s house was behind the church, in a shady hollow that echoed with birdsong at the best of times. It was quiet now and she wondered how much of that was time and how much was her monster’s lingering presence. They had played here as children after sermon, but both had long since stopped attending extra bible study or going on walks to the crick, for their own reasons.
Minnie answered the door, and Ethel did her best to smile. It still felt a little out of practice, a little unnatural, but it had to do. “I heard William wasn’t well, so I wanted to stop by with a cornbread to leave y’all with, see how you were doin’.”

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 11

#SummerOfStories People don't get to be truly comfortable very much in Bloody Terrible, but food is usually the best source of joy

She once again looked over his outfit- white jacket as usual, popped collar, the big red glasses, and felt a bit of doubt. She had only seen him at work where he didn’t have much company- surely he had a club life or something to peacock at.
She brought the sandwich to her lips, taking a tentative bite and realizing that he, indeed, had good taste. It was the best sandwich she’d ever had, hands down. The meat was rich, the scent deep, the crust of the bread holding up to the juices and the pop of acid the pickles provided. “Oh, wow.”
"A good meal not only fuels the body and mind but the soul as well." He grinned. “I never ate anything I didn’t like and, well- Things I like? I've never been able to resist them."

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 11

#WIPSnips From Bloody Terrible, this is actually from Tyson's intro scene. #Writingcommunity

Tyson was affixed on the corner TV. The radio in his apartment got shit signal and he had run out for breakfast the moment breaking news turned around to a fire in the sub-basement of a local office building. Magic venting, illegal body mod spell production, suspected monster attacks, bodies. He had expedited his frankly very overdue resignation call from the landline and come straight to the nearest cafe with a TV to watch the story develop.
He let out a soft, anxious breath. He'd been up all night, worrying about work, the new office, where and what parts of his life and reputation had been preserved. What he had been preparing for for months.
Ha, what reputation?

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 11

Probably my favorite attack so far, a collab-cafe style dessert with matching art for @allislaughter.bsky.social ! it had vanilla pudding, crushed shortbread cookies, blue whipped cream, crushed black tea meringues, apricot jelly, star sprinkles, a vanilla wafer, and an apple slice colored yellow

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 10

What she's looking at is specifically a trashed 1990 Yamaha Virago

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 10

Pegifer Unico style for @dimetrodone.bsky.social !

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 10

#WIPSnips Ironically enough substituting with Replace, from Bloody Terrible- Renee meets her future bike, the Hellcat

"This junker got tossed after a wreck, she's totally undriveable, needs a full assembly rebuild and a lot of parts replaced, not to mention cosmetic stuff. I got her at the scrapyard for fifty bucks." Tito gave Renee a firm, sage pat on the back. "And she's all yours. The moment she runs, that she's road-ready again-" He crossed his arms. "You're hired, full time, with a certification sign-off from all three master mechanics at this shop."
Renee could hardly believe herself. It was a disaster, a total junk-job, it could not get worse- and it was hers. She broke immediately into a short, thrilled squeal, throwing her arms around Tito in excitement. "Oh this thing is going to run like a cheetah downhill, you just wait."

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 10

#BluePitHype I want to focus on pitching Morality Pet this time, and while I haven't done a lot of art for it, I do have the vibes down.

A high contrast red and blue image of two figures, seen from the legs down, sitting on a car hood with yellow doodles around it.

Text reads "Listening to Morality Pet, by Victor Bell. Available June 30th, 2026"
"Tongue tied twisted- Suit up, Soldier
She wants me (to be loved)- The happy fits
Ghost- Mystery Skulls
The way that I love you has changed- Chris Farren
Arms Tonite- Mother Mother
Haunted- Nekotat"

A poster modeled after the ad for "It Happened One Night" with a blonde man in glasses looking lovingly up at a dark-haired woman in front of a starry sky.

The text reads "Together for the last time?" "Thomas Varnadoe and Nicole Post" "Morality Pet, by Victor Bell"

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 9

Oh yeah the most obvious result in the world

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 9

Molly Faraday for Acetheabnormal!

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 9

#WIPSnips from Ethel Was Alone- Suddenly faced with a dying man, what else can you think of? #writingcommunity

She swallowed again, pulling up the shirt to tend to her patient’s wounds.

His flesh was ashy white where it wasn’t crimson, and chill to the touch. It reminded her of handling raw pork, biting her tongue in her mouth to keep her dinner down. How he wasn’t already dead she didn’t know, or if he was and just hadn’t stopped working yet, like a chicken with its head freshly lopped off.

“I’m not a doctor,” She admitted, voice wavering. “Or much of a seamstress. My mother tried to teach me,” She continued, babbling partially for her own sake. “Though I don’t think it ever really took.”

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 9

#SummerOfStories Nostriano really takes pride in his appearance, he found a style he likes and sticks with it. #Writingcommunity

What she got was a man much more put together, approaching her with a hand held out to shake. Nostriano was dressed almost in all white, heeled dress shoes clicking on the polished tile that caught a reflection of his loose off-the-shoulder jacket and flared pants. His red silk shirt was rolled up to the elbows, and she had the fleeting thought that he looked ready for an outdated disco. His hair was gelled back, a few loose strands brushing his forehead. He met her eyes through a pair of large, round, red-lensed glasses and put on a large smile.
"Miss Salvador- Renee. Thank you for coming."

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 8

#WIPSnips from Bloody Terrible- I had a few options, but went with the energy of the club #writingcommunity

Mirror ball reflections crawled across the walls, red stained glass temple windows looming over a dance floor filled with moving bodies. Everyone outside of their immediate area was turned into a silhouette against neons, the air thick and humid. The closest thing she could compare it to in her mind was junior prom and that didn't hold a candle to the casual enthusiasm permeating the air.
"Don't tell anyone how old you are and don't order anything alcoholic." He ordered, voice raising over the music. "Just wait by the door, and keep your eyes on me. Socialize if you must but do not trust anyone here."

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 8

Parrhesia for @wind21.bsky.social !

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 7

Thanks for the share! I'm Victor, I'm on team Mystery this year and having a ton of fun My page: artfight.net/~Pythonmelon

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 7

#WIPSnips no quarter, but I do have coin- from Bloody Terrible #Writingcommunity

The landing on the other side had done his shoulder no favors, but at least it was shorter than the first fall and the drifts of last year's leaves provided some cushion. The thing- gangly, bloody faced, and yellow-fanged with silver coin eyes that caught the moonlight, continued to snarl and claw at the wire between them. He'd yelled right back in its face, growling and screaming out his frustration like an animal, throwing spit like rabies foam. He'd screamed until his head felt like it was going to float off his shoulders and his throat was raw

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 7

Dragonite girl for @billspooks.bsky.social !

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 6

Tetra Bream for Sharkypony!

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 5

@pixellight.bsky.social I thought you were on Artfight this year and finished a whole attack before realizing you were Not BUT, I did draw Larissa!

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 5

Punch and Judy for @psshaw.bsky.social !

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 4

Locket for TicketyLocket!

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 4

#WIPSnips A full first look at Gus, howsabout #writingcommunity

Renee was used to seeing a mix of species and features, because people were just like that- mermaids, satyrs, sphinxes, fauns, the variety of colors and features that went between lapins, giants, humans, not even getting into sorcerers and their technicolor skin tones- but she was firmly stopped short by the mental processing that it took to parse just what this man was. He was abnormally tall, lanky and bald with blue skin and a ruff of fur running down his neck, thick round glasses resting over a flared leaflet nose. Massive conical bat ears must have added a foot to his height, absolutely towering over them both. She took a moment to drink it in, deciding if some kind of monstrous vampire or cynocephali was the right assumption given the situation, blinking twice as the new person began addressing Nostriano.

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 4

#SummerOfStories From Bloody Terrible, a real turning point scene in the first act- betrayal, facing it, and Tyson unable to help goading. #writingcommunity

“What did you even think you’d get, trying to kill Muriel?” He kicked, one shoe skating down Nostriano’s thigh and leaving a smear of earth on the pant leg.
The vampire’s grip trembled slightly, tensing to kill the sensation, pricking his thumb claw into the traitor's cheek and drawing a runner of thick, red blood. He sputtered softly, rolling his eyes as if the question hardly justified an answer. “You’re not the only one who’s outlived their usefulness to someone, Pachis. We have that in common. I’m simply not a coward, I decided to do something about it.”
Tyson thought about all the bloody messes Nostriano had made and for a moment was jealous that Muriel even had the option to get rid of him at will. “You did a shit job at it.”

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 4

Lyric, Inkwell, and Metta for @allislaughter.bsky.social !

Pythonmelon (Comms open)@pythonmelon· Jul 3

and Promptina for L1senka!