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@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 11:54 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip!
Scene with Milly doing a 'perimeter sweep' type of thing around the manor grounds.
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I stifle a yawn, the breakfast coffee had done little to wake me up completely after I’d emerged from unconsciousness at six yet again, as I continue my observations of the area. It’s not quite like what I did inside the manor, as that doesn’t work in open spaces without built structures. I see no evidence of trails of any kind in the forest around here, though. By my own admittedly inexpert view, this place is avoided by the local populace. Even the wildlife seems scares here. I do still hear the occasional rustle of animal movement in the undergrowth or the impression of watchful gazes, but I never spot anything. Presumably just hidden critters. Still, better play it safe and make sure the kids also play it safe and never come out here alone, or even in just pairs. Other than feelings, I see nothing really untoward, so I make my way back to the manor in order to go over my notes for my ‘planned’ first lesson, and I have a deep nagging feeling that I’m going to do them a disservice with what I’m about to teach the students.
@lil-faeling.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 10:15 AM

Snip from my wip longfic of Vespera's journey through the events of BG3 ✨

"Dirty"

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They opened their eyes, squinting at the clouded orange light coming through what looked like a dirty window. Lifting a hand, they noticed splatters of dried blood on their fingers, hands, even arms. Looking down, they could see a smattering of more dried blood on their clothes. Was it their own blood? Or did it belong to someone else? Vespera shivered at the thought.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 51 - October 3rd

Today’s word is: Breakfast

It IS the most important meal of the day.

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@thebrambler13.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 10:26 AM

If we're talking about reputation, I don't think anyone is more famed than Sir Corbyn. He's been a knight for more than thirty years, travelled through Europe and America, inspired many songs of courage.

He hates the songs, but still.
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An excerpt from Deilenddu Forest (Raven & Bear: 9) by Bramble. Transcript: Sir Seren greeted him with a handshake. Under her hooded mantle, Sir Corbyn spotted a breastplate woven from stiff fabric rather than hammered out of metal. Odder still, she kept a small weapon holstered on one hip. While similar to his shotgun, it had a shorter barrel and fit snuggly in one hand. Instead of pellets this weapon launched barbed darts attached to wire cables. He expected no less from a knight of Idris. A fist thumped against her chest, “Sir Corbyn, we fought together on the continent when I was still a squire. Anything I can do to help you.” [End]
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 10:09 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Milly and Irena here speaking about the aftermath of a vote the school just had on whether to stay open or not.
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“No, everything is secure as far as I can tell. I do have one question, though?” “Yes?” she says, and I can tell she’s expecting me to ask something specifically. “Why entertain the students back there and not veto them to force the place so they can go home to safety? I mean, I get some of their home lives aren’t at all good, but its better than trained attack dogs breaking into the place, and who knows what else might come next?” We walk towards the central corridor on the ground floor leading to one of several basement entrances, which is Irena’s next destination. “Ah, yes, I see why you would think that. The thing is, Milly, this school services a very small and select community of people, and reputation by word of mouth goes a very long way in it. If the school closes down, something that has never happened before, a lot of doubt will be cast on it and us being able to protect our students, as questions of why the school is closing would be asked.” “Okay,” I answer, not liking that upholding reputation is one of the reasons. Irena evidently sees that I don’t like her answer, and she continues. “There’s also the fact that the students lightly threatened me with badmouthing the school to their parents should we close down.” I stop walking and stare at Irena as she walks a few more steps, realises I’m not beside her anymore, stops as well and turns to face me. “Well shit, I didn’t expect blackmail of all things! But wouldn’t that risk their own ability to come back next year?”
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 50 - October 2nd

Today’s word is: Reputation

"Don't give a damn about my reputation!"

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@leeheffer.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 8:22 PM

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Kiss me, kiss me again you dirty, dirty boy.

@nightoffallengods.comOct 1, 2026, 12:33 PM

#TFOTSnip

Longer snip today because let’s me honest I cannot do anything else, but this I think is pretty good look at Roderika’s character so I didn’t want to slim it down.

So yeah, sheer boredom forces Roderika to have an idea.

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23 - Rea Reka was slowly losing her mind. She knew when setting out this trip would take weeks. She thought she'd planned for that. Packed a number of books, a journal, even some games. Plenty to keep her occupied. She read all of her books by the time they'd hit The Crossroads. Never much of a writer, most of her journal entries were a handful of uninspired lines at most. The games were better lately now that Mary had started to be more comfortable around Arlo, but there were only so many times they could play the same thing before it was more tedious than fun. Mary on her own was fine company, but Reka never felt comfortable talking about anything but surface level topics. She desperately wanted to know more about the Church and the Faithful, but when she got anywhere near those topics all the emotion would drain out of the Sister's face and she'd go quiet. She would look painfully uncomfortable whenever the subject of spirits or magic came up, which was all Reka wanted to talk about now that she had realized how unrefined her skills had been before. Stories of Reka's youth were the safest bets, but even then, Mary had so few frames of reference for anything having been so sheltered in the Church. Those stories were also a minefield for Reka. The one subject she feared most was Tala. She knew that if she started talking about her something would slip and she still didn't know how Mary would react. She wasn't as closed minded as Reka would have thought given her upbringing, but between what her father had told her about the Church and the fact that Mary still struggled with the subjects of the other Alliance members, she just could not risk talking about her partner too much.That, even more than the distance and time, made her heart ache from missing Tala. Still, once she got going on a subject, Mary could talk for hours. After Reka had given her that tin of tea, Mary spent days talking about nothing but different types of leaf and what each was used for. The small tea and herb garden back in the Tower City was the only luxury she'd been allowed, and it seemed to be the one thing she had pushed Jonah about. This also bled into a decent knowledge of other plants, including medicinal herbs. Books on these subjects had apparently been how Mary learned to read the Alliance language. Now Reka had learned more about what any weed or flower they passed tasted like or could do in the last week than she'd ever thought to know. Unfortunately, weeks of travel had all but exhausted every conversation they could have. Now their days were mostly silence punctuated by the creaking of the carriage. Reka just found herself staring out the window at the rolling hills the road wove through, with distant copses of trees the only thing to look at. Across from her Mary did much the same, sitting with her back straight and her hands in her lap. How was she not bored, not itching to move or do something? Reka had at one point tried to teach Mary some of the stretches to warm up her muscles in the morning, but she had proven quite uncoordinated in her Sister's dress, and staunchly refused to switch to trousers even in the privacy of the carriage. So every morning she just sat with that same posture, coolly watching her bend and flex. It'd been embarrassing at first, but quickly just became part of the routine. She had already done her stretching for the day though, and didn't want to get another set of clothes dirty if she could help it. Well, more than they already were. It had been a few days since Sister Hannah's village, so they were starting to run low on clean clothes again and would have to stop for a day to do laundry soon. In the meantime everyone was …"Mary, ;" she asked, "have you ever ridden a horse before?" She had to repeat herself a couple times before Mary shook herself and turned away from the window. "A horse? No, we didn't have any horses at the Church, not for riding anyway. Why?" "Grab the kettle and a water skin, we're going for a ride. One of the dirty blankets too." Reka got up and went to the front of the carriage and opened the little sliding window behind the drivers bench. "Arlo! Stop the carriage!" "What?" Mary said in a small voice. "What?" Arlo shouted back incredulously. "You heard me!" Reka replied to both. As the carriage creaked and groaned to a stop she opened the door and leaned out over the steps. "Guardsmen!" She called out to the men riding behind them, "Who wants a break from the saddle to come ride in the carriage for the afternoon?!"
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 11:42 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Here we see part of Milly and her one student Genevieve have a little heart-to-heart.
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“Who’s Jasper?” Gen asks me, and I have to mentally change gears to calculate having him in the conversation too. “He’s… a very strange person that’s sorta been keeping an eye on me since we were rescued from that basement. Always dresses in a yellow suit, never stays around for more than a day, but things always got better after he checked in. He’d sometimes be gone for a year or two, and sometimes show up every month. I was always weirded out by him, especially after Beth, but now I’m thinking he’s actually just been a good guy now.” “Like a guardian?” Gen asks, and I honestly can’t think of anything to refute that assessment. “Yeah, you could say that.” “Oh. That’s… that’s a lot.” She looks down at her own feet, at the dirty scuffed green sneakers she always wears when training. She always wears some sort of green, now that I think about it.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 49 - October 1st

Today’s word is: Dity

I wonder if we'll get any works under the "romance" heading for this one.

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@leeheffer.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 8:48 PM

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@krovris.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 5:18 PM

"...You would relish the challenge, would you not? And isn’t that what you want, to know what no one else ever will?”

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I had to do this one! "Unstable" because it's close enough right? :'D

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“And you think giving me a disembodied ‘brain’ is going to somehow make me feel more comfortable with the idea of handing you burnable books? There is only one copy of each in this city. Daylight alone could destroy them— you must be out of your damn mind.” “I am!” it snapped, “I have no capacity for restraint. I am an unstable lunatic, nothing I do makes any sense because they are the actions of a nutcase— I am disappointed you are still surprised by this obvious fucking fact. “I am offering you something that I cannot take back, yes? Knowledge. As much as I think of you as a fleeting pest– and you are one, to be clear– you are incredibly capable. You can decipher what it knows, and you are certainly too much a hard-headed bitch to give up on such a task. You would relish the challenge, would you not? And isn’t that what you want, to know what no one else ever will?” And it felt itself breathing harder and harder yet again. Shutting its eyes, screwing up its face, it sucked in a deep breath. Slowly let it out. “Isn’t that… what you want?” it asked again, quieter.
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 12:25 PM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Milly not feeling all that stable after a bit of an encounter with some strange animal behavior.
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A flood of water invades my mouth and nose, and I splutter and cough back into consciousness in a panicked rush. I sit upright but feel a multitude of hands hold me stable on the back and shoulders, and moments pass before I’m able to clearly take in my surroundings. Those surroundings are occupied by my students standing in a circle around me, looking down on my sitting ass with far more concern than I deserve. “What the- what happened? Everyone okay?” I ask, gaining me some confused looks. “Yeah, we’re fine, are you okay?” Christine asks, clearly baffled and holding a dripping but empty bucket. I look at her, then set my mind to searching around my body for any sensory evidence of injury, besides the cold and wet from the water just used to revive me. Aside from soreness that I assume is from the fall, I don’t think I’ve been bitten by any of the snakes, although I’m unsure as to what that’d feel like. Snakes. Holy crap, we must be surrounded by snakes!
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 48 - September 30th

Today’s word is: Stable

I am completely stable. Or perhaps, stable like horse stable. You decide!

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@nightoffallengods.comSep 29, 2026, 11:52 AM

#TFOTSnip
Oh this one’s tailor made for Tala.

Wyldkin like her all have varying levels of animal features, and she’s a typical anime cat-girl type.

Here’s her introduction into the story.

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3 - Roderika "Wait, they want you to go?" After what seemed like an eternity of dickering over increasingly minute details, Roderika emerged from the meeting hall and had immediately run into her two best friends, Tala and Arlo. Tala was her Handmaiden, a title only she seemed to take seriously, and the daughter of one of his father's Wyldkin advisors. They were the same age and had grown up together from their first memories of childhood. She was shorter than Roderika despite the best effort of the cat's ears poking up from the top of her head, bursts of white fluff contrasting the midnight black of the rest of her hair. Her twitching tail, its long and silky black fur slightly puffed in indignation, and her gold vertically slitted eyes were the only other signs she was anything but human.
@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialSep 29, 2026, 10:14 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Scene from Ch 2, just before the Job Offer comes into play.
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Movement ahead steals my attention away from the newspaper, to where Clara’s holding a broom and attempting to sweep despite looking exhausted. She’s still wearing her big ear-covering headphones I’ve never seen her without, the one with the fox ears on. Specifically fox ears, not cat ears, she’s always very specific on that detail. Her hair hangs down to her waist in a waterfall of deep, deep red, the kind of colour that usually only comes out of a bottle but is completely natural for her somehow. I’ve never seen any kind of hair dye product in the apartment, ever, and she never goes to a hair-stylist. “Clara! What are you doing?” I ask with concern, and I see her jump slightly and spin around to fix me with her pale blue eyes and an expression of shocked surprise. “Milly? What are you doing home?” she asks in turn. “I asked you first!” Her eyes flick to the broom in her hand and back to me. “Look, I just felt like cleaning a bit, nothing serious! Just sweeping isn’t a crime!” “Okay, okay, look I’m just… are you feeling okay today?” I ask, trying to shift the conversation a bit so as not to sound accusatory. “Yes, the new medicine is helping wonderfully! I finished two commission and got paid, too! I have the rent money for next month!” She looks so proud as she says this, and I feel proud too. Her art and writing is so good, and she’s starting to get good traction. It may end up being our sole income for a while, a prospect that makes me hate myself.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialSep 29, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 47 - September 29th

Today’s word is: Cat

Another one for the Cat Distribution System.

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 12:23 PM

G'afternoon #TFOTsnip!
Milly and co on their way to track *something* down in less than ideal conditions.
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It’s the cellar. The one I fell into in the woods. The door I just ripped open is in the stone box under the fireplace, on the side I didn’t look at. There it is, the open door where Val got me out through. I guess those bits of crap on the floor wasn’t from rebellious teenagers after all. “Isn’t this-“ Galilah starts. “Yeah. The footprints lead up and out,” I say and head towards the open doors leading outside into a thin drizzle that carries the promise of far more substantial rainfall to come. I climb up those steps for a second time without first climbing down them, a fact I briefly find amusing, and then we’re all out into the dripping forest at night. At least the soft ground gives us easy tracks to follow, big huge four toed feet with big claws of their own, and for a second I remember watching Jurassic Park as a kid. I was the only one back then who hadn’t been scared or gotten nightmares, and these deep footprints remind me of that movie. They head north, and so do I.
@thefellowsnip.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 12:15 PM

Day 46 - September 28th

Today’s word is: Park

Sorry we're late today. Been away all weekend and didn't have the opportunity to create more. We're a small team, and we appreciate your patience!

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@nightoffallengods.comSep 27, 2026, 1:03 PM

#TFOTSnip
I think this is my first of this particular snip prompt, so what better way to start then at the beginning.

Roderika is late, late for a very important date.

Fitting for a Sunday morning I think.

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1 - Roderika Roderika, First Daughter of the Tower City, was running late. Rounding a corner, she nearly bowled over a serving woman and called back a half strangled, "Sorry! Sorry!"over her shoulder while continuing on her mad dash. As the opulent halls of the Sovereign's Palace streaked by in a blur of polished stone and ornate tapestries, she kept asking herself why she'd agreed to attend this audience in the first place. There was no place for her in the bureaucracy of The Tower City or the Alliance of the Nine beyond being her father's daughter, and she had no interest in making one. She knew little enough about the matters at hand, only that it had been decades in the making. But when her father had told her how much her presence would help smooth tensions, it'd been easy to say "yes" Now however, if the bell tolling in the courtyard blurring past was any indication, she was about an hour behind the meeting's start and just in time for her own funeral.
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