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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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www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7kt...
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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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.
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.
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NoLoJS · Common JavaScript patterns done with HTML/CSS ilo.im/16aqm3 by Aaron T. Grogg
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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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#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.
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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
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
..stormy eyes,
That flash at the sound of lies
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An excerpt reads: But by the time she’d stormed across the room to face him, her rage had worn thin, replaced by an overwhelming rush of heartache. Unfortunately, there still was no shame within her, and so when she burst into tears, she blubbered openly and… loudly. Loud enough to draw gawking eyes from above. Vincent was quick down the stairs and to her side, groaning an apology to Wilhelm as he made an attempt to drag the bawling mage elsewhere, but she wasn’t having it. She ripped her arms from his grip, still making barely intelligible demands to know why Wilhelm had done this, why he suddenly changed, why he wouldn’t even give her the satisfaction of hating him.
slowly but surely we make progress... i love writing big emotional blowout scenes just for them to be diffused by sheer confusion.~
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[Evarin is resting up, chest very well bandaged under a compression binder after her breast surgery. She and Morianon are staying at an inn run by varlet drow, which has a special agreement with the gender affirming surgery clinic in this town. They let people stay in the deluxe suites with a discount if they're recovering from surgery, once the doctors have decided they're clear to leave the clinic. Sexy entertainment included if desired. Morianon is all the sexy entertainment Evarin needs though.] Morianon finished his dance with a flourish, feathers fluffed and trembling. Evarin giggled at the sight of him, at the way his cock peeked out from beneath his downy groin feathers like a curious baby wyrm. He bowed theatrically for her tired applause and stepped away from the pole. "Aren't you lucky to get such fine private shows every day of your recovery?" He teased, "There are folks who would pay good money to watch The Wyrm’s Tail's favorite feathered dancer come back to the stage you know." He posed and preened, letting his golden crest curl over his head. Evarin hummed and reached a foot out to him, wiggling her toes.
"Even if you went back to their stage, I still get the best part of the show," she said with a smug grin. "Come here and let's have some fun." She wiggled both her feet, carefully folding her arms under the awkward bulk of her bandaged breasts to keep them still. Morianon hesitated, looking down at her hooves with a gleam of desire in his golden eyes. "You sure? You're supposed to be resting." "Oh, I can keep myself still while you play with my feet," Evarin scoffed, "it's not that hard. Go on, I know you want to." "I do want to," Morianon mumbled, cheeks burning red. He knelt and picked a small bottle of fragrant oil from the low table, pouring it into his hands. Evarin hummed in delight as he massaged it into the skin around and between her hooved toes. "Left foot," she prompted him as he held both in his lap. He nodded and gave the left one an extra layer of slick oil. "Don't try to hide it if this does hurt your stitches." he told her. She nodded eagerly. He smiled and lifted her right foot to his face, nibbling the edge of a hoof and rubbing his cheek feathers all over it.
Evarin pressed her left foot agaisnt his groin, spreading her toes wide so his cock fit right between them. His hand clenched around her ankle and he let a moan slip from his mouth. "Aw, you're so easy to tease," Evarin laughed. Morianon grumbled and dug his fingers into her skin as he thrust his hips. He found his rhythm quickly, running his curled cock all the way from tip to base and back again through that soft space between her toes. Evarin had to tense every muscle in her legs to keep from squirming at the way it tickled; even more so as his cheek feathers fluffed agsisnt her other foot. She was hyper aware of every little motion, every tremble that found its way to the incisions under her bandages. Morianon's eyes closed and his mouth went slack, releasing his voice. Evarin's navel warmed and her own dick loosened in its sheath at the sound of her husband's chirpy moans and gasps. She snuck a hand down to her groin and coaxed herself into an erection, stroking her twisted shaft while Morianon wasn't watching.
Her new breasts made it more difficult, forcing her to change the angle of her arm. She bumped the side of her chest and winced, but Morianon was still too distracted, too immersed in his own arousal to catch her brief discomfort. As he continued to fuck the space between her toes, she pleasured herself to the delightful sounds of his voice, every off kilter broken cry, every stuttered gasp and moan. It was music to her ears, as lovely as any birdsong. Morianon came first, as usual. His wings flapped involuntarily and his voice hit such a high sharp note Evarin couldn't help but laugh. She pulled her feet away from him as he slumped into a more relaxed posture with his legs sprawled to the sides and his wings drooping. He sighed and grabbed her feet again just to massage her toes. She froze, hand still wrapped around her dick, as Morianon's golden eyes trailed up her legs and over to her body. "You said you'd keep still," he accused. "I did! Mostly. I only bumped my incisions a little bit." Evarin ducked her head and batted her eyes innocently. "I'm a medical professional, I know the limits."
Due to image limit I'll have to post the rest in a comment lol but here's a scene from later in my WIP. #nsfw #writesky #transOC #snippets
An excerpt reads: He sighed, eyes glancing down to her shaking hands, twisting together between them. His own hands lifted to cup around hers, completely engulfing them within his broad grip. It was a gentle gesture, one to calm her nervousness. But instead it caused her cheeks to ignite, flushing blood red. If Kaidan noticed, though, he didn’t mention it, instead continuing, “This is the longest I’ve spent with anyone... in a while. Yeah, I’ve run a few bounties with other mercenaries here and there, but this. What we are? I haven’t had a companion like you in a long time.” Sabine blinked, her mouth falling slightly agape, cheeks still blazing. Her heart thudded hard against her ribs, so loud to her ears she was sure he could hear it. Is he? This isn’t… no, definitely not. Absolutely not. Kaidan tilted his head as he looked at her, a goofy grin spreading on his face. “I’m saying… I want to know if you still want me at your side not as a mercenary under obligation, but as your friend, your ally.”
now kiss (except they don't for another 20k words)...
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