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The brain rot wants what the brain rot wants 🤭🤭

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“Tyrant.” “Do you ever stop talking?” Obito’s heart pounded against his ribs when Daisuke reached past the book to cup his chin, tilting his face toward him again; now, they were only inches apart, and their bodies tensed once their eyes met. Obito swallowed, hands trembling ever so slightly as he tried to maintain his composure while he set his book aside on the bed, though it quickly crumbled when Daisuke kissed him. Panting once they broke apart, flushed with fingers wound tightly in each other’s hair, the little devil grinned again. “Why don’t you make me?”
September 16, 2025 at 3:50 PM
brambonius.bsky.social
For the #WritingCommunity #Snippetshare, no hammers in ANOD and LibW it seems, but here is Zabelle playing the matriarch of Anka at the end of 'Ansifer'.
December 31, 2024 at 9:32 AM
brambonius.bsky.social
From Liana in between worlds, for the #WritingCommunity #Snippetshare
"The total number of people in your world that we can rely on can be counted on one finger, and they are here in front of me. That's a fact."
"But…"
midnightrose838.bsky.social MidnightRose Artist @midnightrose838.bsky.social · Jan 2
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“I was bound to a horse when they tried to move me the day after I was captured.”
“That doesn't count.
“Honestly, how much do you really know about animals?”
“I don't need these at all,” Lawcket said, trying to gesture to his hands without moving the reins they held. “I am certain I don't need them. He can understand me without me pulling on his face.” “Have you ever ridden before?” Landroy asked, rising one brow. “I was bound to a horse when they tried to move me the day after I was captured.” “That doesn't count. “Honestly, how much do you really know about animals?”
January 2, 2025 at 6:43 PM
woldry.bsky.social
From my ##MMRomance novella, "Clueless Cabot" from @ninestarpress.bsky.social
Lloyd threw his good arm around Cabot’s shoulders and leaned his head against Cabot’s. “You’re my best friend, I ever tell you that?”
“Oh, only like fifty times a year since we were twelve.”
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midnightrose838.bsky.social MidnightRose Artist @midnightrose838.bsky.social · Jan 7
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This time I'm using the first instance in book 1 of Lawcket's WIP.

Aisferk knelt down and placed his hand on Lawcket's shoulder.
“Lawcket,” he said very gently.
January 7, 2025 at 6:57 AM
shimaira.com
No sand, and aside from this there was 1 case of thousand 😆
I do thoroughly enjoy this scene 🤭
#CasualCorpse (it's a horror lol)

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“What about breakfast?” Gwen answered, “How about I make you a sandwich and drop it off at your room?” Lucius smirked, the offer instantly improving his mood. “I’m not one to say no to room service.” “Go, shower,” Khalida said. “You’re stinking up the room.” Lucius was about to leave when he halted. “Just one problem…” Khalida sighed. “Let me take a guess: you dumped the body there?” “Where else? I didn’t feel much for waking up next to a corpse—I might have been drunk, but not that drunk.” Khalida clicked her tongue and looked over at Gwen. “What you looking at me for? Just because I helped before doesn’t mean I will do it again. I already offered to make him some food. He can clean his own mess this time—if you don’t mind.” Khalida turned back to Lucius. “You heard the lady. Take care of your own mess like a big boy.” “If you want me to do everything myself, shouldn’t I make my own sandwich too?” Gwen laughed. “Good point.” She walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder. “In that case, I’m off.” She left the room. Lucius gestured at the door to Khalida. “You see what you just did there? You just cost me a sandwich.” “Oh, Andrew, you know damn well that woman is too nice for her own good at times.” She rose. “I’m pretty sure you can make your own food. Now, enough chitchat. Get a move on.”
December 5, 2024 at 9:12 PM
jvraines.bsky.social
Kaia speaking with an old friend, getting and, in a surprise to herself, offering advice in return.

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January 8, 2025 at 5:42 PM
midnightrose838.bsky.social
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He felt heat on his face for a moment at the thought of what had happened to him happening to Fjored, or even Aisferk. Somehow the possibility was sickening even though Aisferk was a long grown man.
November 23, 2024 at 4:13 PM
prlnce.bsky.social
FRAGMENT from gunpowder messenger! fine tuned this part today 🥰

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“C’mon…” Hessian whimpered, her shoulders slumped. “Silver lining. There’s a silver lining. C’mon, Sunbeam.” He would have known what to do. And he would have kept everyone’s spirits up while doing it, too. She concentrated on the memories of him, trying to summon even just a fragment of her father within herself. His smarts; his enthusiasm; his courage; his grit; his confidence. She mentally reached out around her–like throwing an invisible net over her surroundings, hoping to catch anything she might have missed or forgotten. Then she closed her eyes and breathed, the slow and deliberate exhales soothing the lump in her throat. As she did, she could feel the rays of the sun crawl across her face as her place in the shade shifted once more. But this time… it almost felt like a sign. And so she remained in the light. As if guided by it, she willed herself to find the light that shone within. She imagined it peeking through her own ribcage, gleaming outward. Slowly, she forced some solace into what she knew. She wasn’t alone. The Galecarver was still functional. She wasn’t injured, or starved, or lost, or being shot out of the sky, or back at home hiding in a loft that never felt safe. She wasn’t in that place anymore. Her existence was an undeniable truth. She was a person, with flesh and bones and dreams and thoughts. She was a courier, last of their kind. She was a woman, her father’s daughter, the circumstances of her birth be damned. She was alive.
June 23, 2025 at 7:34 PM
shadowsparkpub.bsky.social
Happy Saturday, writer friends! Did you do any writing over the previous week? Share with us a new line or two that you're proud of!

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Saturday Snippet Show us a line you wrote this eek that you're proud of! Image shows a book with empty pages. The background is grey with feather textures and the Shadow Spark logo in the middle
July 26, 2025 at 4:37 PM
scarletvmitchell.bsky.social
#MayThrills

I confess to loving my made-up space holiday.

Here is cheerful Steady arguing with her wife about creating holiday magic.
#MayThrills day 20 snippetshare Snipper of MC arguing with her wife about who gets to do the dishes later, each trying to take on the task for the other.
May 20, 2025 at 5:04 PM
midnightrose838.bsky.social
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From Bound By Heart, because I decided I was going to make my scared little self share from my published books for the rest of this month because of the sale.🫣
December 14, 2024 at 2:58 AM
brambonius.bsky.social
( @midnightrose838.bsky.social I was thinking of using this one for the whispering #snippetshare, but in the end I liked the one with Eliza and Eric more)
December 17, 2024 at 9:27 PM
karamoonauthor.com
#snippetshare 'press'
from Peregrine Pax // My Best Friend is an Interdimensional Shape-shifting Time Traveller
A low growl reverberates around the room. Is there an animal trapped in here with me? I get to my feet and tiptoe towards the door. The growl continues, then whatever it is bashes against the shelf again, shaking a few cases off. They bang on the floor, and I can't help but jump and scamper faster for the door. The sliding doors won't open for me. I wave and wiggle in front of them, but nothing works. Maybe I need Peregrine to make the doors recognise me? But there's the pad beside the door. Maybe I can do something with that. I press a glowing red button. "Hello? Meredith? Mr Nablox? Anyone? Please, Tumbleweed, patch me through to someone-" "Em, is that you?" Meredith's voice is the best sound I've ever heard right at this moment. "Meredith, I'm trapped in the Inventory room with... something. I can't find Peregrine. Please help!" "On it!"
January 4, 2025 at 5:33 AM
skkelleywrites.bsky.social
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James is so miserable in Resignation, it’s so sad 🥲
I meet his gaze again, and he searches my face. Quiet. Thinking. Then he breaks eye contact, looking even more upset. Downcast eyes. A faint smile. He worries his hands in his lap. "Sorry," he says. "The last thing I wanna do is make things even harder for you. You've got enough to deal with already. But it feels like that's all I've ever done since I first met you. I mean... Aren't you hurting because of me right now?" "No." But that's a lie, and he knows it isn't true-even if I'm sure he thinks he hurt me in a completely different way. I'm only hurting so much because I know he's hurting, and I don't know how to help.
November 23, 2024 at 5:35 AM
joehumphrey.bsky.social
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The computer went through its booting processes and connected to the internet. She’d long since upgraded to a T1 cable connection instead of the old dial-up modem Tom was still using when he was alive. He was a wealthy man and liked to spend money on fine things, but he didn’t value technology the way Danny did. So, one of the first tasks she’d undertaken when rebuilding her life was to replace Tom’s computer. That was after she’d gone through his books, both at home and at the shop, and tried as best she could to make sense of the sketchy shit Tom was doing with his money. What Kim would never know was that Tom didn’t just leave Danny what was in the bank and investments and the shop, which was considerable, but that Tom had almost two million dollars in various foreign bank accounts. After some uncomfortable conversations with Elliot, she’d consolidated everything into accounts she could access if needed. So far, she hadn’t and was content to leave the money in high-return savings accounts, accruing interest and living off that. She didn’t want the shop and sold it to Miguel, Tom’s friend and an investor in the shop, not long after Tom’s death. Altogether, Danny was worth nearly six million dollars. She lived a modest, quiet life in what had been her and Tom’s house in Glendale. It would be peaceful if it weren’t for the vampires. There was that.
March 8, 2025 at 3:18 AM
rjmartinwrites.com
From 'The Weight of Her Gaze', my #Sapphic #Fantasy #Romance coming out next week.

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She walked along the outer edges of the courtyard. An old worn statue at the north-east edge had been made into an ad hoc shrine to the Wine God, masked, wreathed in grapevines, and draped in ivy. Offerings scattered around the base and along a small offering bowl containing a few coppers, seeds, and loose grapes. It reminded her of her favorite shrine to Athena, on Echo Lane. She left a silver obol for the god and asked for help finding her missing lover.
December 14, 2024 at 6:13 AM
boldickv.bsky.social
Another Anhelos Snippet.

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Quinn snorted; the dance was not going to be ending soon enough for his liking. "I think you use that word too liberally, dear Lady. By your definition, I would be a half-breed." Her eyes widened and Quinn released her, before walking off the dance floor. She chased after him, ignoring the looks they were getting. "I..." She tried to grab his hand, but he evaded her as he walked towards where Cassius stood. "I apologize. I meant that she is a half-breed because of her mother-" Quinn turned on his heel, signalling Cassius to come over. He offered the woman an angry glare. "My dear Lady, I care not what you meant. If you think I would ever want someone like you at my side, you are delusional." Keeping the venom at bay was difficult, but he was proud of himself for trying. "Now please, leave me alone."
May 12, 2025 at 7:26 PM
aebennettwrites.bsky.social
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January 20, 2025 at 12:22 AM
whirloglyphics.bsky.social
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January 5, 2025 at 3:45 AM
brambonius.bsky.social
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Michael and the goodbye scene with Jibrilla from Héva, the land without men, rather authoritarian, and with even a language accustomed to that, with no male forms for persons (men are called man-persons but not present) and 'sister' as a synonym for person.
December 18, 2024 at 4:40 PM
caribbeangwdss.bsky.social
Snippet word — “WAKE”

First curfew night and already a visitor at their door way past it.

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“I have a date with my bed.” Kinsley responded. “I need sleep. None of you disturb me, please.” “Well, I’ll be up stud⁠—” Elowen was interrupted by a loud knock at their door. The girls who were just laughing seconds before had gone quiet. Who was it? Every one who had to be in this room were already tucked in to begin the jail time. Maybe it was their dorm advisor, Helena, here to check in to see that all the girls were in their rooms, but as Kinsley opened the door, a bit annoyed that she had to wake to the door, she was startled by the visitor at the door. “Ambrose.” “Ambrose?” Elowen raised her head from the opened book.” Excerpt From The Red Spell Shanice Wilson This material may be protected by copyright.
December 9, 2024 at 9:31 PM
brambonius.bsky.social
And the next #WritingCommunity #Snippetshare too, also from ANOD II; at the very beginning.
When the state is so friendly to give you a Wifebot (after being deleted and declared unmarriable) in The Nation, few people think of defining boundaries.
But Michael isn't most people...
Michael filled in the papers and the robo-engineer disappeared as fast as he could, to leave him alone with the robot that was supposed to be his Wife from now on. He looked at it, and found that it was almost lifelike, but still completely non-human, and noticeably so. What did he have to do with it? ‘Hey Dorothy. I don’t really need you as a Wife. But thank you for your help in cleaning the kitchen. Could you be so friendly to you finish that job for now? You can rest and recharge after that all you want. And would you do your best tomorrow to make this a liveable place?’ ‘I do whatever pleases you, husband.’ It said. ‘Okay, first make sure you never ever use the word “to please” again. It triggers me. And maybe skip the husband part too. And then I want to talk about boundaries. What do you know about boundaries, Dorothy?’ ‘This program cannot unlock all of my boundaries, sir. But I need to obey you in everything, so I have to listen to your boundaries if you define them clearly.’ ‘Good enough. I don’t want to touch you, or be touched by you at all. You can do all the household chores you feel comfortable with and more, but I don’t need a mechanic lover. Is that understood?’ ‘But this program tells me I’m your Wife. Don’t you need physical intimacy in your life as a man? I was programmed for that in the first place.’ It was the almost human sound of her voice that almost made him puke. ‘Not to be speciesist, but I’m a human and you’re a robot. Sorry, but it won’t work between us. If you want to practise making cute cyborg babies you’ll have to wait until you’re assigned to a new client.’
January 19, 2025 at 5:59 PM
midnightrose838.bsky.social
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Of the 3 instances in Lawcket's story this was the least sad, so it's the 1 I chose.
He couldn't know how long it had been. He had fogged memories of his blankets and clothes being changed, of his Dad helping him drink more times than he could ever count, of restless nights that never seemed to pass, in which people kept doing something and talking rather quietly in miserable tones. He had a memory of his Dad trying to get information about the boy he'd brought home. But his brain had been too muddled for him to even understand, and he couldn't have responded clearly even if he had understood. Or maybe it was all just a dream. He now found himself outside, the bright lighting blurring everything into a haze.
January 28, 2025 at 9:03 PM
boldickv.bsky.social
I don't think I've ever shared the story of the Unholy Matron...

Anhelos Saga book 2 snippet 👀👀
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Embree set her jaw, still twisting and pulling her restraints. The man she spit on had wiped it off and loomed over her, his hand grabbing the neckline of her dress, the silk fabric shearing slightly. "Try it!" she snarled, "Try it and you will get sicker than a dog bitten by the Unholy Matron." Mention of the Matron made the man pause and he glanced at his comrade. Embree's heartbeat raced, but it was Lenna who jumped in, her voice shaking as though she were terrified, "for those who dare strike the daughters of Luz, a thousand blights be upon them. For those who force themselves on her unwillingly, a thousand plagues fill their soul. For mine daughters are meant to dance, their beauty their own." It was a story told by mothers to their sons specifically, but also their daughters, warning them that forcing themselves on another was forbidden, and horrible things would befall those who did. Lenna continued, "she visits anyone who defiles her daughters. The Unholy Matron finds all. If you were smarter, you would know you should run."
May 24, 2025 at 4:01 PM