#it's a snake gift

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

WENT INTO A STARDEW FUGUE STATE LADS ITS FOUR THIRTY AM MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS FUCKED GOOD NIGHT

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

Happy international women's day mgs women! ^^

I'm sorry kojima wrote most of you so badly, but you gals are still in my heart <3

[bluenightcomedies]

⭐️>want 2 draw >have motivation 2 draw >too late n too tired to work on anything srs ... >be unserious

gift 4 @bellhopping n' friends!

[invisible-pink-toast]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Chapter 19, p.285

[iateyourburrito]

I need everyone in the universe to know that THESE fucking things exist

[cupcakeshakesnake]

It was my birthday earlier this week. It certainly was A Day

[codydodie]

Some doodles cuz he’s taken over my head.

Also some harbor town angst and a happy Jack to make up for it (AU by @cupcakeshakesnake)

[thesnakesstuff]

Happy Holidays @dreamsclock

For your gift I drew Season 2 c!diskduo remembering Season 1

[iamdarthbader]

"Please! Please! Can we—can we please stop fighting?! I know you're all fighting because you're all scared and confused. I'm confused too. All day, I don't know what the heck is going on! But somehow... it feels like it's all my fault! I don't know... The only thing I do know... is that we have to be kind. Please. Be kind... especially when we don't know what's going on." "It's too late Waymond." "Don't say that."

"You tell me that it's a cruel world... and we're all just running around in circles. I know that. I've been on this earth just as many days as you. When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I learned to survive through everything. I know you see yourself as a fighter. Well, I see myself as one too. This is how I fight."

[riesenfeldcenter]

All I want for Christmas is a snakeskin book?

This copy of Death Valley: Swamper Ike's Traditional Lore: Why, When, How? was a Christmas gift to the famous American lawyer, Clarence Darrow, given to him by his sister Jennie in 1903.

We definitely think this is one of the most unique bindings in our collection. The thin wood boards feature strips of snakeskin in a coiled pattern (with a drawn-in tongue!) and the title is branded onto the cover, probably with hot iron.

The book describes an excursion from Los Angeles to Death Valley in 1901.

"Ike was a peculiar character--one such as it would be expected would revel in regions the thought of which would repulse most men."

[yonkiibums]

- Munch, munch...Um? Raiden? I'm eating right now. Get back to me later...munch, munch...

[nilobunny]

Finished commission birthday gift from Dargonaxable to me! Hamster’s looking really cute, and silly Deko out to surprise her with a shark fin hee hee! I really like how this one came out, thank you so much Dusty! please follow me! bluesky || itaku || twitter || furaffinity || patreon

[zeeckz]

[loneamaryllis]

Merry Christmas @racfoam ! Here's a small gift for you!

A scene from a Harrymort AU where Harrie sold herself to Voldemort in exchange for peace.

"Look up."

The words were whispered in her ear, a sinuous demand that wound its barbed coils tight around her throat. She complied, helpless against the command, her eyes flicking up.

There, hanging from the ceiling, was a bouquet of mistletoe. Vibrant green leaves, white fruits dotted around the bulk of the plant, and a red ribbon.

Fuck.

Harrie tried to run.

Large hands clamped down on her shoulders, pinning her in place.

"You know what that means," Voldemort said, with a softness that belied the steel strength of his grip.

"No."

It didn't mean anything, because he couldn't force her into it. That was one of the few safeguards of the contract binding her to him. She had to obey most of his orders, but she was free to ignore anything regarding physical intimacy. He couldn't make her kiss him.

"It's tradition, Harrie."

"I'll make a new tradition. Stand under the mistletoe, punch you in your noseless face."

He chuckled, and the sound trailed down her spine like a ribbon of smooth silk.

"Still so fierce. You've been mine for six months now, and you haven't lost your fire."

She gnawed into her lower lip, unable to deny it. She was his. She had signed that contract and given herself to him, and in exchange, he had halted his attempts at taking over wizarding Britain. He no longer threatened Muggles and Muggle-borns. There was peace—at the cost of her freedom.

"One kiss," he said, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Just... one kiss."

She swallowed past the heavy lump in her throat. Something was churning in her stomach. Disgust, that was disgust—disgust when she pictured his snake-like face, the pale skin, the slits he had for nostrils, and those unnatural red eyes that always pierced right through her.

Yes, disgust only, she told herself, resolutely ignoring the low, cramping pull in her belly.

People were watching.

This was a party, after all—a Yule celebration—and there were guests from both sides. Death Eaters mingled with members of the Order of the Phoenix, while a few international guests were present as well. The orchestra was playing, and people were talking and mingling around the buffet, half of them oblivious to the mistletoe situation. The other half was looking at her and Voldemort.

The Malfoys were watching, all three of them, identical gray eyes on her. Snape was watching, from halfway across the room, a glass of Champagne in his hand as he stared at her, gaunt features set in a blank mask. Her friends—Ron, Hermione, Ginny—were watching, and they looked furious, but there was nothing they could do. Coming to her rescue would violate the terms of the contract, and Harrie had made it clear to them that—

—that she'd chosen this. That it was worth it. That she wanted it.

Another pulse of heat tugged at her core.

The bastard was keeping the soul bond wide open, wielding it as a weapon against her. His desire flowed toward her like a torrent, the water accumulating fast. Her mental wall wobbled.

He wanted a kiss? Fine. He would get a kiss.

Turning around, she grabbed him by the lapels of his stupid suit, tugged him down, and smashed her lips to his.

A solar flare of desire erupted between them. Voldemort let out a predatory growl and opened his mouth, his forked tongue flicking out. Harrie growled back.

Then she bit him.

Her incisors sank into his thin bottom lip, and the bitter flavor of his blood burst onto her tongue. She huffed in triumph, drawing back. He didn't let her move away. His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers knotting in her hair, and he pressed their mouths together with ravenous greed, his tongue plunging between her lips.

Blood.

Blood and fire—she was burning, burning for him.

A final lick of that prehensile tongue against her own, and he let her go.

She hurriedly stepped back, her heart racing. Glaring at him, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face felt too hot, her knickers too damp.

"What a delightful surprise," he said, with a sly grin. "My lioness has claws."

"That's all you'll get out of me."

His crimson eyes flared like a sunset. He lifted a finger to his mouth and casually ran it across his lips, before licking the blood with a swipe of tongue that was frankly obscene.

"That is all I wanted for now, Harrie."

She turned her back on him and lied to herself, twice. She pretended she wasn't running away.

And she pretended she hadn't liked that kiss.

[sugarcandydoll]

still wondering why santa didn't put coryo under my tree :(🎄

[evilrat-sabre]

Happy birthday to my beautiful friend @mawofthemagnetar!

I made this as a birthday gift and I am very proud of how it turned out!