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That proverbial snake in the boot.

| 199X | he/him | writer | game dev |
| pathfinder2e | eternal insomniac |

No AI. No LLMs. Final Destination.
I repeat, Do not go quietly.
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When your party needs to rebuild their local npc buddy robot, and the normally serious goblin champion is having a small hyperfixation as a coping mechanism.

These plans are perfect, and she will not be taking any questions at this time.

#p2e #pathfinder2e #gobbo #goblin #ttrpg
A crudely drawn MS Paint sketch of a large robot. They have a height listed as 'Tall' and a width listed as 'Wide'. Next to it, about knee-height, is a Goblin stickfigure with the label of 'Goblin for scale' Various parts of the robot are captioned, but the key component is in the robot's midsection, labeled "Waffle Iron/Oven (Protect!)" - Arms: "Syrup Gel Armor" - Back-cannons, "Cannons, for delivery [of waffles]" - Eyes "Eye beams (Maple flavored) for waffle defense - Fists: "Rocket Punch for Punching" - Lower body: "Apron for easy blood cleaning" - Feet: "Stompers" - Toes: "Toe flamers" At the very top right of the drawing is a heavily underlined statement of "Taiya Approved!".
September 27, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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I will shoehorn this dumb joke in once again, even if it doesn't make sense this time.
An edit of the original comic, where the parents are paniking about ghosts being back, only to find none in their child's room. Teary eyed, they comment that their child is a "Small medium at large" as said child gives an annoyed look to the viewer, implying this is not the first time it happened. See this post: https://bsky.app/profile/snekond.bsky.social/post/3lc75llwyf224
April 14, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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He approves of the decorations on his bean toaster.

(mothcat stickers and pins by @keymonster.bsky.social ! I got them ages back and just found them again from where I put them away from the cat (whoops!))

#pets #cats #petsky #MOTHMOTHMOTH
A lynx point Siamese sitting on top of a small form factor pc tower, front paws precariously near the power button because he hopped up there before I put the cover on it. The acrylic front of the PC has two mothcat vinyl stickers (one a black cat with red eyes and another glowing and cuddling a start) and pinned through the side grate are two small mothcat pins, all made by @/keymonster.bsky.social A third sticker on the front (from Linus Tech Tips) says "Trust Me Bro Guarantee", apt for the kind of case it is.
March 14, 2025 at 10:39 PM
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Sofa loafer

#cats #petsky #petpics
A linx point siamese cat comfy on a quilt
February 21, 2025 at 3:05 AM
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eous go brrrrr

#zenlesszonezero #zzz
A screenshot from Zenless Zone Zero, of one of it's rogue-lite side modes. The protag has an HP of 2025 and an attack of 938, while one of the partners has an hp of 10 but an attack of 729. No enemy has health above 100. The cap of attack is 1000, I found.
February 14, 2025 at 5:33 AM
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Mr Unamused Lapcat

#cats #petsky
February 14, 2025 at 12:09 AM
snekond.bsky.social
He chill

#cats #petsky
February 1, 2025 at 5:35 AM
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Seems legit.

#marvelrivals
Screenshot of marvel rivals. There's a contact-like lens of a shield (from Invisible Woman) and on the concave side of it, is an Ankh (from Moon Knight). How this happened is beyond the knowledge of Adam Warlock...
February 1, 2025 at 12:13 AM
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Dear John #Balatro
Me and the mime and the mime and the mime and the mime and the baron (and that guy and the other guy) think you got lucky this time.

Me and the mime and the mime and the mime and the mime and the baron (and that guy and the other guy) won't misplay next time...
It's Balatro time. The ante is 15, the round 42. The score needed is 2.626e14. I have four polychrome mimes, a negative baron, a negative fortune teller, and a constellation. But, I have misplayed. I should had played an ace rather than the king due to how baron interacts with the mime(s). John Balatro may have won. This time. John Balatro has won. The Baron and his mime and his mime and his mime and his mime (and that guy and the other guy) have been dethroned. The Seed is 8Z9V5UZW
January 22, 2025 at 3:41 AM
snekond.bsky.social
I was going through some cloud backup stuff and found this from 2018. I still find it funny its shiny coloration is ironically a wicked sunburn.

#pokemonart #drawing #certifiedlittleguy ™
A pencil drawing of a silly little helioptile (Pokemon, Gen 6). It's up on its hind legs, with its ears/frills(?) draping to the ground. Its forelegs outstretched to a fruit hanging (presumably) from a tree out of frame. It's looking at it with wonder, mouth open, with the little star-sparkles around it.
January 15, 2025 at 3:03 AM
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M O T H G U R L~
I bring thee Fio, fae mothgirl/sprite. Somewhat offbeat, mildly disconcerting, wholly adorable. Femme Fatale to her hubby's Noir Detective (both absolute lovable dorks), has a pet Velociraptor named Oboe as her mount.
Very smol. Very angy if slighted. Very cute
Has a neutral special
December 26, 2024 at 8:06 PM
snekond.bsky.social
You've heard of a pair of spare trousers.
But how about
A pair with a spare of pair of spare trousers?

#balatro #shiny #balatrosweep #goty #fancypants
It's the silly poker game Balatro, teaching me how to gamble by duplicating jokers*. In this case, it's the Spare Trousers, which scales according to how many hands containing a Two Pair were played during a run. Both are polychrome, which multiplies the multiplier by 1.5x. Making them the fanciest of pants. * Per the rules of a rating board, Balatro is rated 18+ due to teaching children how to gamble. As opposed to anything with a lootbox which is rated 3+ for allowing children to gamble.
December 17, 2024 at 10:57 PM
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#WIPPIT Pitch time? Hope I'm not too late!
The quote post has snippets of the starting chapter. But, to pitch a story that's been swimming in my mind for a long while. Working titles,

A Prophet's Guide to Privateering

Or,
Step 4: Prophet

#F #Spec #YA -ish #SFF #Adventure
A back-of-the-book story pitch that reads as follows: # A Prophet's Guide to Privateering **Rule 1 -- We're not pirates, we're privateers.** So they said, their ship flying the crossed swords behind them. **Rule 2 -- Acts of Mercy are favors, paid forward,** Again they said, splinting bones and binding wounds. **Rule 9 -- We're not a pressgang; you earn your keep,** To which they us over the isle, still bruised and battered. **Rule 21 -- We don't have enemies, we're too light on cash for that.** That was true, at least. Half of it. **Rule 4 -- A job to kill for, is a job worth killing over.** Learnt the hard way, and all that's left for us are peices. **Rule 16 -- Plan C, before Plan A.** Then again, maybe we were the Plan B after all. **Rule 10 -- It thinks? Therefore, it am's.** Which is what it boils down to, is it? Us, and an... am-ing swarm entity? **Rule 11 -- Unless it am's to un-am the thinks.** With something far beyond our own horizons now nipping at our tails. **Rule 3 -- We ain't dead till the job gets done.** Even if it isn't our storm, and it isn't our boat, the helm still needs turning and the sails bled and furled. At port, it will be our names on the docket. Favors repaid. As they say, **Rule 0 -- Always Invest In Luck.**
December 15, 2024 at 2:55 AM
snekond.bsky.social
Today, in adventures in #nvim...

#linux #archlinux #neovim #amwriting #gamedev #itisnecessaryiswear
Oh boy it's the 4 panel Anakin and Padme meme. Panel 1, Anakin: "I've finally set up my new dev environment." Panel 2, Padme: "That means you'll make something now, right?" Panel 3: Beat panel with Anakin. Panel 4: Padme: ".....right?"
December 14, 2024 at 11:25 PM
snekond.bsky.social
"Hey Snek, how's Friday pathfinder going--?"

#pathfinder #pathfinder2e #p2e #ttrpg #rng #potatopoint
A snippet of a paththfinder2e game on a virtual tabletop. First, Ashes, a Kitsune Gunslinger with the Oracle Archetype/multiclass, uses the Oracle ability of Whispers of Weakness. Along with some stuff that doesn't matter here, it gives a +2 for his next attack. Next, Ashes fires his weapon at an enemy. He has a +15 to attack. Very nice. Oh. He rolled a natural 1. Well... good thing he has a hero point which lets him reroll oh that's another natural 1. He gets nothing, good day sir.
December 14, 2024 at 5:18 AM
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Current Saturday #pathfinder2e combat status:
December 7, 2024 at 11:47 PM
snekond.bsky.social
The marshmallow toasts the beans.

(Disclaimer, the radiator is not hot, just very warm)

#toasty #cats #petsky #petpics
A lynx-point siamese cat flopped in front of a (running at low temp) radiator. His rear feet are under the radiator getting nice and toasty, while the rest of him has flopped at a bit more of an angle away from the other end. He looks up to the camera with indignation and wide eyes.
December 7, 2024 at 3:03 AM
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Atop his throne, silently demanding treats.

#cats #petsky #petpics
A lynx point Siamese laying atop his throne (bed) on his cat tree. His front paws are laying over the lip of the cat bed.
December 5, 2024 at 2:58 AM
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I'm very sorry for this one.
A four panel comic about a small family of frog-people, that was made into a template for others to fill in the second and third panels. In the first, a small blue child approaches their father, reclining in a chair, asking for his attention. In the second, the speech balloon has been edited to say, "Mom grounded me to my room but I wasn't the one who drank all the chocolate milk. It was the ghosts. I had to give it to them so I could escape." Third panel, close up of the father, narrowing his eyes suspiciously down at his child. Fourth panel, the mother has been working on a laptop, and the father has entered scene right, carrying their child. After getting the mother's attention, the father says, "Our child is a small medium at large!" The joke is very forced and I am very very sorry.
November 30, 2024 at 10:32 PM
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We can do gifs now? Sweet. Here's one of my favorites from my collection.
November 28, 2024 at 11:43 PM
snekond.bsky.social
New preferred sleeping spot for sleepy cat.

Not pictured: his judging face as I dissolve into the sofa.

#cats #petpics #petsky
November 28, 2024 at 5:25 AM
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He's very photogenic; one of us needs to be in guess.

#cats #petpics
November 27, 2024 at 4:56 AM
snekond.bsky.social
Bonus sleepy #cat for the night, complete with #toebeans
November 25, 2024 at 6:01 AM
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Trying to amp myself to get back into writing, so I opened the a story I started way at the top of the year. It's... a bit rough and needs some passes later on, but I'm still very happy with how it starts.

#writesky #writingcommunity #amwriting #writing #indieauthors #feedbackwanted #fantasy
Snippet Reads (1/4): Embedded in the tree, the sign displayed a simple warning even as its words smeared from the metal, trailing up to the branches, over the leaves, and flowed down the trunk of the neighboring tree and into the sign growing out of it: STAY OUT! Unfettered Forest of Saint Marcell II TRESPASSERS WILL BE CONSUMED BY TREES & HARVESTED AS PRODUCT SURVIVORS: SEE MARCELL XXVIII XXIIX FOR EMPLOYMENT PROPERTY OF MARCELL & DAUGHTERS LUMBER COMPANY Over and over, glinting in the mid-morning light of Dhermaneré above, sprouted the same sign from the clutter of trees. The iron twisting, bending as it pierced through the tree bark, arching out to coil over the wood like ivy, stitching the cleaved and damaged trunks together in sinewy strands of half-rusted metal. From the growing mass bled the words, flowing down over the roots where it pooled into the stone road where it formed a mockery of the warning the trees carried now but once stood elsewhere: Snippet Reads (2/4): STAY OUT! *TRESPASSERS BE PRODUCT STAY OUT! STAY OUT! MARCELL! WILL CONSUME STAY OUT! “…is it us, or does it have a sense of humor now?” the small fairy asked as it landed on the hat of its much larger companion. No longer than a hand’s length, its honeybee-esque nature of red fuzz and blackened wings came with a voice ringing like a wine glass but with a harpsichord’s pluck and scowl. Snippet Reads (3/4): “We think it is a bad sign, right?” came a second fairy, same as the first, buzzing in from the fields behind where they stood. “Usually,” their human companion answered with a nod. He pulled the bandanna from his face, shaking out the soot and ash. A pipe replaced it. “Somethin’ this old doesn’t survive without picking up some kind of personality. This one…” He paused, eyes glancing from tree to three before he turned to look over to the splintered remains of the ones further up the path. He nodded towards a curl of rust on the next closest before turning back to the word-stained road. He pointedly took a step away from it. “…really likes that sign. Or hates it. Hard to tell with cursed land.” The two honeybee fairies looked to each other, antennae twitching in silent communication before the one on the hat took off into the sky and the other took its place. “Budget,” it said, “It’s consumed the whole town. All of Marcell, it’s in there now.” “Yup,” Budget huffed. A spark of magic from his finger and the pipe was lit. “The fire’s fueling it, and it’s gonna use that fire to spread. You didn’t see it on our way out from all the smoke, but it’s all a-burning.” He pointed with his pipe towards the buildings in the distance, not even a five minutes’ walk from where they stood. Down the road, the metal and words ran like a river, cascading towards them from the forest and the village. There the buildings sat, almost picturesque against the tall, dark forest beyond them and cloudless sky above. The town hall with its bell tower stood in the center, the school opposite it, with a tavern and store nearby filling out the main square. Houses lined the streets as they scattered away, with gardens and small orchards gathered throughout. Snippet Reads (4/4): Carriages stood near the stables. Children’s toys scattered the alleyways. Fruit stalls poised themselves for the morning market. Clothes and washings laid in baskets near the river. Words bled from it all, burning red like embers and emblazoned with jagged metal as it erupted from the wooden walls, the hobby horses, the clotheslines, the fruit. STAY OUT! STAY OUT! SURVIVORS: WILL BE CONSUMED STAY OUT! PROPERTY OF TREES & Unfettered STAY OUT Budget huffed, the smoke rising softly into the air. He shook his cloak. A cloud of rust, soot and ash crumbled to the ground below. “Yeah. We ain’t messing with this."
November 25, 2024 at 5:56 AM
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Aha! See, Cookiebold. All happy and sugary.
November 22, 2024 at 7:21 PM