HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTEST WIDDLE SNAKEY WAKEY.
I can't believe my son is 18!! I estimated a birth date for him to be about a month before I got him in fall of 2006, since he was such a widdle month-old baby sneky. I always try to get a good birthday pic of him - especially after he eats and gets the good yawns in.
Pretty soon, he'll be off to snake college, for snakes. Dunno how we're gonna afford those ssssnudent loans.
Image description below the cut:
First photo is an albino corn snake (species name: Pantherophis guttatus) peeking out from behind a fake flower on a rocky hide (a house inside the tank where reptiles can feel secure and hidden). The snake is flicking his tongue out. Only his head is visible in the photo. Caption on the photo reads: Demo's 18th birthday. August 9, 2024.
Next photo is the same snake, but in a clear, close-up, detail photo. Each scale is clearly defined. He has red eyes and pink cheeks, and pale white patterns on an off-white body. The scales on his head are shaped to follow the different planes of his face. The scales on his neck (and body, not shown) are uniform and scallop-shaped.
The next three photos are sequential. The same snake appears with his mouth barely open. Then, his mouth is wide open in a yawn. His cheeks look so smooshy. His head is shaped the way a snap hairclip opens, curved upwards, and it's funny and cute. His mouth has ridges inside, but no teeth or fangs are visible (because his teeth are too tiny to be photographed politely, and he does not have any fangs). The last photo in the sequence has the snake with his mouth still open, but the top of his head is a normal shape again as he begins to end the yawn.
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Wow look some Rolan smooches no one asked for
Part of something longer but who knows when or if I’ll finish. I’m still working on stuff for Barcus and a pretty long concept for Kar’niss as well.
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Rolan made an ugly face and rolled his eyes at her approach. "Don't start with me, Tav," he snapped, tossing back what remained of his mug. "I'm staying put. No more vengeful wandering in the Shadowlands for me."
Tav tilted her head at him in concern. She separated from her companions and made her way to the Tiefling's side. He looked even more of a mess than he had when they'd found him surrounded by malignant shadows. His hair was falling loose around his face and he hadn't bothered to tend to the scrapes and cuts marring his handsome face, much less mend the rents and tears in his clothes. She reached a hand up to brush away a strand of hair that had stuck to the sweat and dirt and blood on his cheek, and Rolan flinched away. Tav paused, keeping her hand close but not touching him. Then, gently, she brushed it away again, a bit of filth flaking off as she did so. Rolan squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lips.
"Let me help," she murmured.
He couldn't tell if she meant his disasterous appearance or if she spoke more generally, but he took a shaky breath and allowed her to dab at his face with a mostly-clean cloth dampened from her own waterskin.
"You could heal these yourself," she scolded, taking particular care over a nasty cut bisceting his jaw. "It's foolish self-flagelation not to. Since when did you start worshipping Loviatar?"
He snorted, then winced. "It's not worshipful. I deserve it, don't I? For being such an idiot? For letting them--letting them take my siblings." His voice broke and he bowed his head, letting his hair fall in a tangled brown curtain around his face. "My family."
Tender hands smoothed the hair back, tucking it behind pointed ears as Tav cupped his face and turned him to look at her.
"We'll find them," she assured him. She was suddenly very close, speaking so only he could hear, their chests very nearly touching. Rolan stared down at her with wide, damp eyes. "I promise you, we'll find them, and I will personally rip out the spine of every single person who dared to lay a hand on them."
The violent words were said with such earnest compassion it was almost enough to make him laugh. She was a vicious little thing, but it came, oddly enough, from a place of deep love and righteousness.
Rolan lifted a clawed, beaten hand to her face, trying to still his trembling lips. He traced the line of her jaw with his thumb while her expression shifted between confusion and determined sympathy. "Why?" he asked. "I've been nothing but rude to you."
"So has Astarion, but I keep him around," she pointed out.
Rolan snorted. "I suppose I can't argue that."
"I help those who need it," she insisted, suddenly stern. "Even if they're rude, stubborn, pompous, self-absorbed windbags who--"
"I get it," he stopped her with a wry arch of an eyebrow.
"Good." Her eyes searched his face, then she tilted her head and let her eyes drift shut as she lifted onto her toes and gently pressed her lips to his.
He drew a long breath in through his nose and moved his lips against hers. His arms circled her waist and she twined hers around his neck. Their noses bumped and he deepened the kiss, clinging to her like a lifeline.
"You're a very attractive windbag," she ammended once they parted, each breathing a little harder than before. Rolan choked out a pathetic, tear-filled laugh. Tav squeezed his arms. "I will find them," she promised again. "And the cultists will pay with their blood. Now, let's get you fixed up."
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want him so bad. need him to bend me into whatever position he wants me to be in, want him to tell me how cute i am and how well i’m taking his cock… telling me he loves me as he creams in my pussy and pulls out for a moment as i relax my legs, closing my eyes only for them to shoot open again cuz he slapped me, telling me he isn’t done while he holds my knees up to my ears and pushes into my tight butt, my arms wrapping around his neck because it fucking stings but the mix of his cum that dribbled down my pussy n into my asshole and his spit that he used to lube himself up relives the tight stretch, hardly, but i’d be too dumb at that point to even process the pain because i’d be too busy thinking about how i can feel him in my guts, how thick he is, how he groans when his tip pushes all the way in and how he calls me his good little wife and tells me how well i’m doing while he’s pounding my butt <333
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