“the “final days”? pray, spare me your hyperbole. this conflict is no more than the latest in a series of petty squabbles between yourselves and garlemald. one in which sharlayan will take no part. If the final days were truly upon us, we would know.” in a sudden rush of anger, mona’s eyes narrowed. her fists clenched so tightly her nails nearly drew blood from her palms. she thought that g’raha must’ve noticed the way she shook, because as she took an unconscious step towards the man, she watched him reach for her from the corner of her eye. he caught her just in time, stopping her dead in her tracks. it was not without difficulty that he held his ground, though– her boot still managed to strike the bottom of the pond and make a distinct splash against the polite silence, causing all present to fold their gazes in her direction. the glare they found was meant only for forchenault– fixed squarely on his face, dead with rage. “you know naught of the final days, you witless coward.” she growled, earning a short gasp or two and a gruff, whispered scolding of her name from over her shoulder. she barely heard either through the rush of blood in her ears. “that you speak thus is an unfathomable insult— ignorant in ways you can’t even begin to comprehend. you may feel safe on your little island across the waves, but if you imagine the telophoroi will leave you be, you are sorely mistaken.” their father looked more than a bit taken aback; he appeared as if he’d only just realized she was there. “... that your ‘friend’ dares to speak thus tells me much about your misguided ideals,” fourchenault murmured. his haughty gaze offered her a once-over before he dismissively returned his attention to kan-e-senna. “i know not who she thinks she is, but–” “–‘who i think i am?’ you’re rather close to finding out.” she sneered. alisaie’s interjection followed swiftly and mercifully. “but she speaks true, father. we have seen

some shit i jotted down during my last replay #snippets

“Wh…” said Slartibartfast, “wh…” “Hhhh…?” said Arthur.
“Dr…” said Ford Prefect.

“Okay,” said Trillian, “let’s talk about it.”

#snippets #DNA

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“hero of the hour, frowning in the corner at her own celebration.” a short chill sent up mona’s spine as she caught afamiliar voice reverberating against the back of her skull. she didn’t deign to meet his gaze, though she was hard-pressed to fight the small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “i’m not frowning.” she murmured, eyes flicking casually over the crowd occupying the wandering stairs. “ahh. you prefer moping, then?” he responded, taking a slow step into place beside her. she did opt to give him a scolding stare, this time— and brass eyes glinted back at her playfully, sympathetically. “pouting?” “neither. none of it. i’m not anything.” she responded quickly. a soft laugh escaped her in the same breath, though. she supposed her defensiveness didn’t help her case. slender fingers resumed fiddling with a loose thread of her shirt, leftover from a hasty repair asked of katliss after her battle with— “… just not in much of a celebrating mood, i suppose.” the air fell silent between them as her gaze drifted low. she felt him shuffle a bit closer, flanking her, both of their crossed arms now pressed flush together. when she hesitantly lifted her head once more, he was staring straight ahead thoughtfully. “… well, of course not. you’ve hardly gotten started.” he chided, shrugging the shoulder that she’d subconsciously begun to lean against. it shoved her just far enough to force her take a step for balance, and a laugh a bit more familiar crept up her throat. before she could respond, she watched him sidle in front of her, stealthily catching one of her hands with his own and finding her gaze. the pale gold was saturated with a certain sort of foolish hope. she was tugged with him as he began to step in the direction of the bar, hand in gloved hand. mona’s eyes lit up with mischief and suspicion before the words even left his tongue. “i doubt they’ll have fullflower, but they’ll have something like.” he spoke.

#snippets long lost bishop's knife trick (thanmissy confession fic) prologue i pumped out one day a while back that i still think about a lot

Seeking-Plagues previews~
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It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.

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The mess is extraordinary, and has to be seen to be believed, but if you don’t have any particular need to believe it, then don’t go and look because you won’t enjoy it.

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It’s the 18-Year Anniversary of when my mom, Patricia and I first began the 5-month process of recording our album (2008).

This is Part 2 and the last five Snippets.

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Another snippets
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Fun detail from my book: my MC’s name - Phong Tran - is a pun.
Phong means wind, Trần means dush.
In Vietnamese, Trần Phong is a normal name, but in English, as phong trần, it describes someone hardened by life.
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Ten minutes later, drifting idly through a cloud, he got a large and extremely disreputable cocktail party in the small of the back.

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If a plane were to fall
From the sky
How big a hole
Would it mean
On the surface of the earth

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#lyrics
#popquiz

re: this if you even give a fuck. one of my favorite things i jotted down during my endwalker rewrite playthrough. set in the middle of in from the cold thancred noticed missy disappeared from camp and is getting ansty waiting for her to crop back up #snippets

“easy,” he warned, his eyes glittering as he eased back into position atop her, careful to preserve the comfortable tangle of their limbs. his gaze drifted towards her nose, then, almost timid. were it not for the thin lines painted in the serenity of his expression, she could almost mistake him for a mousy youth. “it’s–... it’s been a while.” his words stilled her in her tracks, rosy eyes widening as they searched for his in pursuit of clarification. been a while? since what? since they’ve fooled around? since he’s been wound this taut? because surely he did not mean what she thought he meant— that thancred of all people hadn’t knocked boots with anyone in so long that he was requesting to slow down before they’d even started. after a few beats, a confused laugh left her. testing him, trying to gauge his response. he only began to press errant kisses to her jaw and neck, and so his insistence to move on spoke for him; telling stories he dared not, pride ever swaddling his every action. – and for a moment, she felt the urge to push back against the swell of his feathers. to ask what he meant, as if she didn’t already know. to prod at the dusty pink of his cheeks until he elaborated— told her why he hadn’t, how long it’s been, who was the last. but mona found that her curiosity burned an inferior flame held against his unusually diffident body language. she could thancred he was bracing himself for her to inquire. hoping she wouldn’t. he didn’t want to talk about it. not right now, not in the middle of this, in such a vulnerable state before her. so, instead of pressing him, the younger found herself bursting into a sudden, dulcet fit of laughter. it took her lover off guard, head lifting to search her face for the meaning of it, brows furrowed. all he found, though, was an inexplicable humor dancing in her eyes, sentimental and good-natured.

i wasn't going to post the rest bc it's less explicit and also too fucking long. as all of my snippets tend to be but i can't help myself . i need you to see how pathetic (/affectionate) he is #snippets

telling thancred to fuck her wasn’t enough; she wanted more. she wanted him to find a way to become one with her. she wanted him to burrow beneath her skin, to tear into her ribcage— to take and take until she had naught left to give, because it was all his, anyway. she needed to feel the sting of his greed, anywhere, everywhere, whatever it took. how was she meant to communicate that? mona was soon jolted from her melodrama by a sudden puff of laughter against her head, immediately dissipating her swarming thoughts. just in time for her to feel the brush thancred’s lips through the strands of her hair, to feel him finding the shell of her ear, tender skin just barely ghosting hers as he all but purred into it. “hmm? what was that, peach? you need what?” he was teasing her. half a fulm deep inside of her, both of them so turned on they can hardly finish a sentence, and he was using this moment to tease her? though incredulous, mona felt a weight she hadn’t known was pressing on her chest begin to lift, and a sheepish grin stole her expression as she reached up to cup his. though she hated to admit it, she found herself welcoming this familiarity in an unfamiliar instant; the little games they used to play together second nature, a comfort she’d almost forgotten. “… i need… you to move,” she reasserted, and then pulled her legs about his hips to slide their drifting, slick limbs flush again, pulling him deeper. both reacted with sharp gasps, though thancred’s was punctuated with a strangled laugh, the ring of it breathless and dripping with a genuine humor she hasn’t heard from him in years.

smell of 🚬s makes me sick #snippets #nsfw

suicide attempt tw... i really love how i started this i have to work more on it someday. but. you know. context is thancred is about to invite her to join the scions

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Duke Arthur of Brittany (on left); Eleanor of Aquitaine (on right)

In July 1202, Arthur of Brittany besieges his grandmother, Eleanor of Aquitaine, at Mirebeau. King John comes to her rescue.
#Research #snippets
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Reduce the JS Workload with no- or lo-JS options Components

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NoLoJS · Common JavaScript patterns done with HTML/CSS ilo.im/16aqm3 by Aaron T. Grogg

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File under "Futile."
That should give you it's main point of reference.

#snippets #Eno

java.evolved Code Snippets | java.evolved A collection of modern Java code snippets. Every old Java pattern next to its clean, modern replacement — side by side.

java.evolved Code Snippets: Every old Java pattern next to its clean, modern replacement — side by side

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CODEX WEEK 2026 FANFIC:

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A FISTFUL OF WATER is a contemporary queer romance and the first in an interconnected series following multiple queer relationships unfolding simultaneously within the same small town. Their lives b... TikTok video by Jibbs

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#Snippets of #WofFP my WIP, extreme slowburn #Ghoap fic where Simon grows up in a cult run by Roba, & Soap is an Outsider who helps him realise he can escape.

Joan = #SimonGhostRiley (very closeted transmasc kid)

#wordgamewednesday well... ThwordGameThursday lol

possibly pausing at a bar on the way back for a quick glass of perspective and soda.

#snippets #DNA #Lifetheuniverseandeverything

Een oude reeks "quiz" vragen ga ik hier weer vervolgen. Deed het vroeger op X, maar daar is het al een tijd niet meer fijn, ik ben er weg.
Een klein tekstfragment, u mag raden uit welk liedje dit komt.
Welkom terug, #Snippets !

He'esh looked so small, smaller every day. The great curled tusks seemed too big for his wrinkled snout, too heavy. The gold and jewels that decorated their impressive shape were more befitting of the powerful leader he once was, not this widowed old man laying on a bed, clinging to life while grief ate away at his strength. K'arik knelt and took his grandfather's hand, feeling every bone in the old orc's frail grasp. Would he even be able to greet the dwarves when they arrived?

Gonna try posting a favorite paragraph every day I make myself write. #WIP #snippets #writesky #fantasy #writing

undergoing a sudden and gratuitous total existence failure.

#snippets #DNA

unused prologue from my main WIP. I love it, but it kinda spoils the mystery of a certain protagonist lol #snippets #fantasy #writesky

lifting himself over the ledge separating the two, he first spotted the back of her head— then a journal littered with scribbled notes beside her, the glint of what must be her lyre in hand. she still didn't seem to have noticed him yet, so thancred leaned forward quietly, holding onto the columns beside him to suspend himself behind her. "a bit early for the songbirds to be out, is it not?" he teased, his voice a low murmur. mona sucked in a gasp the moment he began speaking. thancred watched with a twinge of humor as her back stiffened. her reflexes acted before her sense, body twisting swiftly to meet her midnight visitor. he knew better than to expect her to come empty-handed, so he was sure to steady himself before the cold press of her dagger flush against his neck, searching to catch her gaze with a hint of guilt behind his smile. rosy eyes widened as they met with the unexpected sight of her ally. his own began widening in kind as he absorbed the scene before him. he felt his brow furrow as he traced the stain of tears on her cheeks, watching as her line of sight darted about his expression.

mona's blade retreated then, her arm searching instead to hide her face from his line of sight. she played it as if the awkward lift of her arm was her settling back in, and then let out an exasperated sigh of relief. "what is your problem?" she complained, though her tone was half-hearted. mona turned her back to him as much she could manage, as if trying to trick him into believing he might've been seeing things. he heard her begin grumbling about how it was the middle of the night, and about how lucky he was that she'd caught herself. then, suddenly, she stiffened. "... how long have you been listening?" well, he knew the right answer to that. "to your song? i caught the tail-end." he lied, stepping up beside her and finding a close seat next to her. her shoulders seemed to relax a hair at that; as if the thought that he may have missed more pertinent information comforted her. the implications of it caused much to bloom in his head, but he tried to nip the errant thoughts in the bud as quickly as he could. no use getting himself caught in a fantasy.

"you should be asleep." she deflected once more, her gaze averting in a way that made it hard to read her expression, but not impossible. from what he could see reflected of her in the moonlight, her cheeks were flushed, lips pursed. her attempt at distracting him was so blatant that he began to wonder if it was bait. "you've a lot of nerve." he laughed, averting his gaze toward the moon now. "you're the one who should be asleep, o warrior of darkness. insomnia and heroism aren't very friendly with each other." "i tried," she complained, though her voice was bereft of the passion of annoyance or anger-honestly, if anything, she simply sounded worn. tired. her hands shuffled about her music sheets, attempting to stuff them haphazardly back into her journal. "i couldn't. i figured i might as well make myself useful. which brings me back around to my point; you should be sleeping." thancred stared a few moments as he absorbed what she said, and then an incredulous scoff left him. "if i didn't know any better, id think you were trying to get rid of me."

that seemed to give her pause. he watched as mona stilled, the focus fading from her eyes as they lifted to the empty air before her. then she shook her head a few times, her hands resuming their duties. "—no, that's not... i just..." and she sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she abandoned the task altogether, pulling her hands into her lap. her gaze then lifted towards the moon with him— it was easier than meeting his. "come on, thancred... won't you at least try to sleep it off?" the tone of her voice betrayed her true meaning, echoing in the space between— 'i'm worried about you.' thancred's brow creased, a soft thump of guilt swelling in his chest. that couldn't truly be all this was about, could it? "i'm alright." he soothed, the words nonchalant and smooth as they left him. if they moved her at all, she didn't show it; when his head turned to meet her, she was massaging her fingertips tensely, bright eyes shimmering with the pale of the moon.

fixing up an old one. this is one of my favs. part of the missyverse shb fic that will never exist #snippets

His father's a NAZI in Congress today.
His mother's a hooker somewhere in L.A.

#snippets