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@smoking-gnu.bsky.social Sep 11, 2026, 12:50 PM

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip!
I got yer horse-thing right here!
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The thing has thick, muscular and taloned chicken legs with, as if a couple of roosters went to the gym hopped up on every steroid imaginable, concentrated only on leg day and then donated the result to this thing. Its body is sleek and muscular and definitely feline, but above all it is completely devoid of all skin. Muscle, tendon, veins, and bones are visible for all to seen and is covered in a pulsating spiderweb network of purple-green tendrils. A thick tail flicks through the air behind it, while the head turns to stare at us lazily, and the head is the most prominent feature of this creature as it resembles a seriously distorted horse skull, with the gap in the teeth large and wide enough to carry a human. There’s still a short length of green vine draped over one of the front teeth, but the maw is mercifully free of any blood.
Tiny pinpoint eyes, tiny lights in the middle of huge eye-sockets in the dark, blink at us, and another low growl vibrates the puddles all around us.
“Well, that’s new,” Ari says drily with a slight tremble in his voice, but before anyone can reply Craig bursts out yelling.

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social Sep 11, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 29 - September 11th

Today’s word is: Horse

HONSE!!

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@thefellowsnip.bsky.social Sep 10, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 28 - September 10th

Today’s word is: Insurance

I can't think of a witty saying for this one. Insurance is a necessary evil.

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@samaccardi.bsky.social Sep 10, 2026, 2:09 AM

Some more Yuri Cowgirls, as Evie begins her investigations into the dead (and probably corrupt) Sheriff.

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That room was supposed to be a smoking room or atelier of some sort, at least that was what it had been built for. But Clement preferred to sit up there with some booze and a telescope and snoop. It was said nothing happened in this town that Juda Clement didn't have some whiff of.
I never knew how true that was, especially back when he was Sheriff.
Even then, for all I hated him, I couldn't see how he'd have the time to sit up there and watch the whole town while also supposedly being Sheriff. Oh, I'm not suggesting he was doing his job. But he was certainly going about schmoozing up the voters in the same way Sheriff Tweedy did today.
Half the job of Sheriff was politics, anyway. So very little of it was actual police work. That's what the deputies were for. I hated that. How can you claim to lead a force you barely participate in. It's not how I'd do it, but I also had no intentions of running for Sheriff any time soon. I barely wanted to be a Deputy, but I had a life to save: my own.

@smoking-gnu.bsky.social Sep 9, 2026, 12:35 PM

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip.
My only instance of the word.
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Chapter 17
Much Needed Advice

The door is unlocked, but I still give a quick knock before opening and going inside. The living area in this little vacationing living space is a little more crowded than I remember before, as it’s packed with pieces of paper stacked and spread everywhere, and even with old-looking books and other items I don’t recognise amidst the papers. Clara stands in the middle of the room with two more pieces of paper in her hands, looking confused as she sees me come in. She’s still wearing the fox-ear headphones as she always does.
“What? Oh, Milly! I didn’t know you’d be back already? I’m still working on- who are these?” Clara asks as Christine and Genevieve enters the room behind me.
“Clara, these are two of the students from the School that I told you about, Christine and Genevieve. Christine, Gen, this is my best and long-time friend and roommate Clara,” I say standing to the side so that all three can see each other. Then something happens that I don’t really understand.

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social Sep 9, 2026, 10:01 AM

Day 27 - September 9th

Today’s word is: Advice

Some for you? Don't overthink! Just post and have fun.

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.social Sep 8, 2026, 10:12 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip!
The aftermath of the old-ruin incident involving less than safe flooring, but also the discovery of some troubling details.
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The kids looked at each other, then formed into a few huddles to talk, and I took the opportunity to approach Irena. “What risks do you mean? Are you worried squatters or something might do something on the property?”
A strange expression crosses over Irena’s face, mirrored by a brief whiff of smell. Both suggested that she’s battling inside her head, uncertain of what to say in this moment, which words to choose. Val, on the other hand, rolls his eyes in exasperated frustration, as if not spilling some details was testing his patience. I have to admit, I share his sentiment on this, as it’s becoming clear these people are hiding all kinds of things from me.
“Yes, you could say that. With the manor staff having departed, our level of security is diminished. Such risk has never been an issue before.”
“And that’s why you hired me, right?” I whisper, just loud enough for Irena to hear. She hesitates another second before nodding. “Yes, that’s one of the reasons I elected not to instantly close the school.” This admission surprises me, and also evokes a sense of dread. What if something happens to one of the students? Will I be to blame for this?
At the very least it sounds like I’m not fired. I have mixed feelings about this.

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social Sep 8, 2026, 10:00 AM

Day 26 - September 8th

Today’s word is: Staff

Employees, or the cool wizard's tool? You decide.

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.social Sep 7, 2026, 4:29 PM

G'evening #TFOTSnip!
A lateish post, i completely missed this in my notifs.
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“What do you think you’re doing?” a gruff voice demanded, stopping me in my tracks. I turn to see Cook place a large steaming pot of something on the central kitchen island, having just liberated it from one stove-top.
“Just getting some lunch on the go,” answer and point towards the food.
“On the go? What do I look like, a subway?”
I turn to look at the grand table, where a few of the kids are already seated, including the ever-together trio. For a moment I feel eyes on me again, but the feeling disappears the moment I start my turn, and no one is looking by the time I see for myself.
“You’re going to have to dine alongside the rest of them if you want to be accepted! It takes a while before one is properly accepted in a tiny community like this, even if one takes part in it in a more relaxed setting! Like lunch!” Cook continues, and I understand the words for the assistance they’re attempting to be.

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social Sep 7, 2026, 10:00 AM

Day 25 - September 7th

Today’s word is: Dine

Bon appetit! Today's meal is a variety of snips!

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.social Sep 6, 2026, 12:32 PM

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip!
Just Milly doing what someone else should have done to not be an asshole.
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I look down at the smoking cigarette and step forward to crush it under my boot, then I bend forward to pick it up off of the ground and look around for a trashcan, which is when I spot the dark green Jeep parked on the right edge of the manor. Someone is sitting in the drivers seat. Possibly waiting for someone?
“Thank you, miss, you are so kind,” a voice says, and it takes me a moment to remember that it’s the voice of Matthew the Butler. I look around to where he’s standing beside the door and he’s holding an ashtray in his hand. Where he pulled it out from will likely be one of the great unsolvable mysteries of the universe.
“No problem, dude,” I say in response. “I don’t particularly like smokers, especially ones that throw lit cigs all over the place.”
“It is indeed in inconsiderate habit, miss…” The question hangs in the air as I approach Matthew and deposit the but in the ashtray. His other hand swings around holding a small spray bottle.
“Miss Milly. I’m here for the interview?”
“Oh! Yes, Mrs Irena is expecting you!” He hold up the spray bottle. “Hand sanitiser, for the cigarette.”

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social Sep 6, 2026, 11:01 AM

Day 24 - September 6th

Today’s word is: Squash

A good game, a good gourd, something fun to do to PlayDoh!

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@sainiku.northsky.social Sep 5, 2026, 6:42 PM

𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺

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“But the ludari are dead,” I argued. “Even if you rebuild their homes, they won’t just come back. What’s there left to fear?”

Spiral continued her speech, undaunted by my concerns. “The threat of violence isn’t what they were afraid of, economic retribution was. The reason we have such an imbalance in the world today, is because once the Ashes happened, the kingdoms of the world see no reason to continue paying what they owe. Even with the ludari gone, they refuse to write new treaties, because they recognize an opportunity to get ahead by using the old ones. They began picking and choosing what they wanted to adhere to in them, with no regard to the other kingdoms, hence why the Rakes Guard Rebellion was needed. Every kingdom has differing opinions on what to do about the treaties, but they all want to use them as leverage.”

I slowly began to catch on. “And you think that if Ambros were to be rebuilt… then these problems would go away. But do you think they’d even recognize you as the same government?”

Spiral smirked with confidence. “Doesn’t matter. Either they begin following the treaties to the letter, or they have to break them and make new ones. Regardless, it’ll end the loopholes, and bring about some long needed stability.”

@smoking-gnu.bsky.social Sep 5, 2026, 1:53 PM

Heyo #TFOTSnip!
Just a small snip today to avoid spoilery context.

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Craig turns deep red all over his face, very much answering her question beyond any argument, but he reaches down to pull up the tattered remains of his shirt, revealing new and still healing scars where the now dead monster had clawed him.
“I want to give whoever gave me these a good talking to! This shit hurt! But yes, Gen is a good friend, and I’m not leaving her inside there!”
“Me as well, I have a debt to repay,” Sibu says from beside Gizelda, making her jump in surprise. He has a barely perceptible bruise on the side of his face.

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social Sep 5, 2026, 11:00 AM

Day 23 - September 5th

Today’s word is: Argument

Post an argument from your WIP--just don't start fights in the comments!

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@smoking-gnu.bsky.social Sep 3, 2026, 11:29 AM

G'afternoon #TFOTSnip!
Milly surviving one struggle, only to be faced with someone or something that may be a new one?
Spoilered for Spoilers.
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No, not stalemated. It’s stronger, if only slightly. I can feel it, pushing me back bit by bit, and I feel my boots sink into the soft soil behind me. I look past it, and no wonder! Four of its legs, two on each side, are braced against two trees and using them as leverage! Closer it pushes, and it starts snapping a many-segmented mouth filled with unnatural teeth ever closer and closer to my face as my arms are forced further back and to my sides. I could have spun and thrown it behind me, but not anymore. If I stop straining, it instantly pushes me under and-
I don’t even dare think about it, but just summon the last bits of strength from somewhere and stop its advance, but I can feel my muscles tiring. I’ll not last even a minute like this.
It jerks forward suddenly, nearly toppling me over, and it’s snapping mouth stops moving, instead letting out an alarmed screech. Before I can think of what that could mean, something drives clean through its face and stops barely a centimeter from my head. It looks like a line of gently undulating solid orange flames, covered in sizzling ichor that nearly makes me gag. Then it pulls back and into the crab again, and its pressure on me ceases completely. I push forward and throw it back against a tree, where it crumples into a heap and starts disintegrating like the hornets did.
Behind where it stood now stands another figure holding what turns out to be the business end of a very ornate spear. The figure turns away from watching the crab corpse to fix me with two bright orange eyes, then points the spear back at me again.
“Where is my XXX, human,” it says in an extremely angry but clearly feminine voice.
What the fuck is it this time?

@thefellowsnip.bsky.social Sep 3, 2026, 11:01 AM

Day 21 - September 3rd

Today’s word is: Feminine

I don't really have anything witty to say about this word, just know that you're valid however you choose to identify.

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