#OC: Snip

[samtistic]

Lasso tool is fun *drowns it in effects and other brushes*

[rins-cafe]

snip

[snipdoodle]

Bun girl 4 u

[leap-0n]

Screenshot draw-over from SoD, Rest In Peace man 🫡

[nextgenfoals]

Snips x Snails, the most boy pony you'll ever meet

(Please, how could I NOT name this guy puppy dog tails??) Tails works at a local animal shelter! :3 — mod charm

[philonob]

The Cursed

[flairfiend]

What is a dragon game but another place for blorbo simulator...

Just some prettied up portraits of my beloved, Sordid and Hari

Both she/her!

[fizzlefer]

days 2 & 3 of drawing a randomly generated pony every day (until i get bored): snips & snails!

[kalmiaphlox]

WIP or Snip, you decide

thank you @xxnashiraxx and @busy-baker for the tags!

OK, Last time I gave yall something very weird so here is something nice(ish).

From a future chapter of "Till Lies Break Our Hearts" that isn't all that far away. 😚

Astarion is playing a dangerous game.

They hold that pose, her back bowing, supported effortlessly in his arms while staring into each other's eyes for what should be a blissfully intimate moment, but Astarion is left disturbingly conflicted. Is now a good time, or would that be exceptionally awkward given the prior conversation, even if it ended on a lighter note? What if Hircine rejects this advance? There's only so much boundary crossing one can take before they push back.  He hesitates for too long and for the umpteenth time tonight, Hircine stuns Astarion—and also herself by the uncertainty flickering across her features when she grabs his collar between her hands, pulling him down. Their lips meet, and her's are certainly not as soft as he expected. He's never thought of such a thing, ever, especially not when resting his head against her chest, listening to the feeble, but steady beat of Hircine’s heart following a feeding. He expected more timidity from his wife, and by the way their lips easily found each other, the rising heat of her flesh branding itself against his, Astarion knows she has, at the very least, kissed someone before.  A few more beats pass before she breaks the kiss, the gray of her skin turning a plum in what he assumes is embarrassment at her own audacity. He won't let a moment like this pass though, and Astarion closes the gap once again for another kiss, a lingering taste. Hircine needs to think he wants more from her. They like the chase, that chance to feel desirable, and then he'll pull back on his flirtations when it's time for her to chase him. Love and lust is a game at the end of the night, and Astarion has played it masterfully more times than he can count. It's stayed very tame by the time they pull away, and really those sweet pecks on the lips are his favorite, they always leave both sides wanting more, even if he's the only one left alive at the end. If he has to suffer for eternity, he's going to find some minimal amount of enjoyment in it. A shudder travels through Hircine's slight frame as he helps her stand back upright, now dazed, and a little confused at the turn of events for the night. Did she think they would just end with some mild chatter and call it quits? No, no. I'm in this for my freedom. Everything is at stake! And fine, maybe he's the tiniest bit hungry for more than just her blood. He's a man deprived of soft, non-sexual affection, and if he's married, he's going to wring out every benefit that shackle might grant him.

Tagging @davenswitcher, @amoremagnificentbastard, @andauril, @roguishcat

@obsessedwhyyes, @pinkberrytea and @bakuliwrites

[birdcatt]

its awkward for everyone involved except for this guy

[sentientcave]

Honest question. What tags do I use in ao3 to give me the EXACT vibe of retirement party? Bc I’m craving more like a junkie and I need a fix 😭

I have no idea! But here, have a little something from a few chapters ahead that I wrote in a fit of inspiration after reading this by @syoddeye. I might also recommend looking at Sy's work! They have lots of really good stuff in there. Also @391780 has a ton of awesome stories and was a big inspiration for how I write John Price. I always assume people have read their work but if you haven't? You're in for a treat.

Spoilers ahead, kinda, sorta. It could get scrapped if things take a turn I'm not expecting! I don't know!

The hand on your shoulder pulls you out of your focus.

You startle, knocking your headphones back from your ears with the back of your hand, smearing paint on your cheekbone. John stands above you, holding a glass of water like a peace offering.

“I knocked, but I don’t think you could hear me over your music,” he explains. “Haven’t heard a peep from you since this morning, and I was starting to worry.”

“What time is it now?” you ask, reaching for the glass and then pulling your hands back. Your hands are covered in paint. “Oh, shoot. I should’ve grabbed a rag. Give me a tic, I’ll wash my hands.” You try to uncurl your legs, and fall sideways into John’s legs. “Hm. Okay.”

“Legs asleep?” John sets the glass of water on the dresser and crouches down to help you rearrange your unresponsive legs out in front of you. He reaches for the glass of water again. “Poor thing.”

“My own fault. I thought I set an alarm, but I probably just typed the time into the calculator app.” It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened. Pins and needles prickle up and down your legs.

“You need to drink this,” John says, holding the water up to your lips. His other hand curls around the back of your head to grip your messy ponytail, tilting your head back so he can carefully pour water into your mouth. He makes you drink the whole glass, one sip at a time, his eyes turned dark, blue nearly eclipsed by black. Your eyes fix on his, something soft wrapping around your brain as you watch the way his gaze tracks from your mouth down to your throat and back up. When the glass is empty, he sets it aside, but doesn’t let go of your hair. He tips your head back again, tracing his thumb across your lower lip, collecting a few errant drops of water.

Your lips part, and he slides his thumb inside your mouth, his breath catching as he presses down on your tongue.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he growls. Your clit throbs at his words. You curl your tongue around the digit, tasting the salt of his skin. The hand tangled in your hair tightens just a little. “You ready to let me take care of you?” His thumb pops free.

It takes a moment for you to collect yourself enough to speak. “Please.”

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[dissectress]

a story of a madwoman in 5 parts

[snip-stein]

Pokedudes.

[kamimint]

Family

[nextgenfoals]

Puppy Dog Tails and Prickly Parsnip

A next-next-gen! Piney loves hikes and woodworking :)) — Mod charm