#snip

[arualmeow]

some beanie babus

#beanie babies #chip #snip #theyre in love your honor

[wannastayugly]

Hehe <3 s3 Jaskier is already on Patreon

#jaskier the witcher #jaskier the bard #my fanart #snip

[pocketsniper]

what if i unpocket sniper?

ohhh hey Snip haven't drawn you in a bit.

(do not tag as ship/kin/id)

#my art #tf2 #tf2 oc #pom pom #my loadouts #snip #toy mercs

[opshopbeanies]

kitty kitty cats ♥️

#my art #chip #prance #snip #beanie babies #plush #ty #beanie baby #plushie #hey i doodled this in the waiting room for therapy woohoo

[cutencuddlycreatures]

Beanie Babies: Snip

#beanie babies #snip #snip beanie babies #beanie babies snip #snip the cat #siamese cat #plushie #plush #stuffed animal #stuffed toy #retro #toycore #plushcore #kidcore #old toy #my photography #cutencuddlycreaturesphotos #three quarter right view #photography #photo #cat

[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

Somewhere only we know

Black Brothers song of the day: Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

I have an entire chapter in my long fic where they're sitting under a hawthorne tree they used to love as children, long after they've stopped really talking to each other (as referenced in my last snip).

What do you do when your home isn't a home anymore? They're trying to force themselves into the memories of a childhood that doesn't fit them anymore. They're under the same tree yet they're anything but:

There's a painful hunger growing within themselves to reach out, and make a home, once again under the tree that used to feel so much a like a parent to the two of them. But they can't. Not anymore. Out of desperation and an unspoken stubbornness to let go — of what used to be precious — they stay under its shade for so long, it feels as if the seasons have come and changed around them. All in an attempt to stay for each other; in memory of who they used to be. Like a mother cat pawing at its dead kitten, urging it to get back up and walk again, only for the body to move listlessly, not by its own ministration but only because the mother won't leave it alone. For all that they're doing to keep something that's already dead, alive, all the brothers seem to be achieving, is violate the memories they know they both cherish. Sirius is unwilling and unable to have this be the last memory he has under their tree, so he makes his mind to leave. Turning to face his brother, he starts, "Well, I'm sorry, Reg. I can't do this anymore. Not like this, I don't —" his voice dies out in a broken breath. So caught up by the ghosts of his past, Sirius had failed to realize that his brother was already steps ahead of him. There's an empty patch of grass beside him where his brother was sitting just moments ago. Regulus had stood up and left long before Sirius figured out what he, himself, wanted to do, painfully gazing at nothing, trying to sort the mess of his own thoughts. Bitterly, he thinks, it feels like a joke — The way he never seems to be fully aware of when he loses his brother.

here's a directly related snip to this scene.

#regulus black #sirius black #sirius and regulus #the black brothers #marauders era #black brothers #regulus headcanon #sirius headcanon #dead gay wizards #hp marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #padfoot #regulus fanfiction #mwpp #sibling angst #snip #my writing

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Character Voice Tag!

Thank you to the lovely @mk-writes-stuff for the tag!! This game looks so fun :D

Rules: Rewrite your given line in the voices of your characters!

My line is "That's really sweet of you!"

Marika: Says nothing for a long moment, clearly caught on the wrong foot. She looks between the person who acted and what they did or gave, before attempting a smile that doesn't look like a sneer. Her declaration of "How sweet," drips with sarcasm regardless of intention.

Lorelei: "Oh, dear, you really don't have to! You're too kind," spoken genuinely and with a hand patting the air between herself and the person who acted.

Annie: "Oh! That's so sweet!" Her eyes light up. "Oh my goodness, you know, that reminds me—" The ensuing tangent lasts half an hour, minimum.

Ember: A small, heartfelt smile and breathy chuckle. "Sap." They may be on the verge of tears, depending on how their day is going.

Isa: A cascade of hand-fluttering signs and blushing, with little coherence beyond his repetition of "Thank you."

Lakia: She doesn't look the other person in the eye, and likely avoids looking at them altogether for several minutes. After a while, she breaks the silence with a stiff, "What's the catch?"

I'll tag: @writeblrfantasy, @vacantgodling, @nacricissa, and @writingrosesonneptune!! As always, absolutely 0 pressure to play, and this doubles as an open tag if you want to join in!

Your line is "This plan isn't going to work."

#tag game #the millennium saga #whispers #i have. no idea how to tag this #snip #i guess??? #anyway thank u mk for the tag <3

[dyrewrites]

But every drop of sweat glistening on his perfect face was mine, no amount of effort marred him and I wanted him a mess—I wanted to make him a mess.

#i should maybe share the line #whup #have thing #before deluca #writing #snip #is it funnier with the context that he's still human here?

[c0tt0n-c4ndy05]

Mini dump of my Splatoon sona because💘💗💖💘💘💓💖💞squibs

Their name is snip🎉

The other inkling in the second pic is not mine, she’s my friend’s oc Neon🫶

#splatoon #Splatoon art #Splatoon oc #splatoon sona #snip #neon #inkling #inkling art #I KNOW THE HAIR LOOKS LIKE IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE BUT I SWEAR IT DOES!!

[onthearrow]

Here's a big, angsty, Zelink fight (or, significant miscommunication) WIP snip for all of you 😘

#zelink #zelink fic #legend of zelda #head/heart #snip

[bhaalbabebardlock]

~Snippet Sunday~

Tagged by @astarionfreak and I'm gonna tag @mellybaggins and @grilledcheesd

(but no pressure ofc)

From a WIP Tandem chapter. VERY. VIOLENT.

Kill her. Render her flesh from her bones and spill the light of her holy goddess across this safe haven she has created. Rain down chaos in his name, wrench from the lips of anyone who would pray to any other god their wretched pleas for mercy that will go unanswered- for it is too late, because you know little of mercy.

For you are carnage made flesh, death given form with the sweetest of faces, and murder sings to you like a lullaby soothing you to sleep. A lullaby that you sing to those who fall before you. They all fall before you. They always do.

Her disgust was palpable, even to her. It was a wonder how she had smiled wide enough, her voice high and sweet enough to convince the druid that she just wanted to be helpful, that she regretted slaughtering those simpering tieflings. There was some truth to that at least. There had been just the briefest of seconds as she stood in that grove with them, pleading for mercy. She turned that word around in her head again and again, tasting it on the tip of her tongue.

The bard had asked that too, hadn't she? There was only the smallest of flickers into that night, when she had awoken and her hands had been drenched in blood, her fists sunk into Alfira’s chest up to the elbows as she pulled them out, sinew underneath her fingernails. She had sat there for so long she didn't even hear him approach, flinching when he crouched down and gently grabbed her shoulders. Lili. She had asked for mercy, she must have. Anyone would have, with the way her flesh had been torn into over and over. Dozens and dozens of jagged cuts lining every inch of her torso, her instrument smashed into pieces, her heart torn from her chest. Mercy.

She did not know that word. Astarion had not stopped her as she slaughtered each and every one, leaving not a single druid or tiefling alive and lighting the grove on fire behind them- and he was no less hungry for her as they sipped on sour wine and listened to the goblins in their revelry.

The only thing she questioned, regretted, and didn't like was this god. This all consuming fervor that Minthara hadn't shut up about. She held no loyalty to the god she had supposedly killed them for and if she ever saw Minthara again, she would make sure that was entirely clear. The Absolute. An absolute sham.

The point was the slaughter, not empty gods and empty promises and the worms they stuck in her head to make her obey them.

She obeyed only the urge.

She obeyed the call to reap bodies with her blades.

A cleric of the moon goddess. She was so good, brimming with light, a shining beacon in the darkness of the cursed shadows they were all trying to hide in. She'd offered her protection, and Lili smiled as she stepped forward and plunged her dagger through her soft stomach, sinking between ribs.

The bliss. There was almost nothing sweeter, nothing closer to absolute rapture, than listening to the sound of a heartbeat slowing, slowing, and stopping.

It was a beautiful symphony, a cacophony of carnage that she wished she could listen to again and again. Thump. Thump. Silence.

“Lilith, for gods-” He yanked her back, his voice almost as warm in her ear as that damnable clerics blood between her fingers.

“We need to go, now,” he hissed in her ear, dragging her back. She couldn't help the small bubble of laughter as he tugged them down the stairs, trying to avoid anyone stopping them. But that would have been too easy.

“I knew you weren't to be trusted. There is something about you, I know not what it is. Something in your eyes.” Lili turned to the old druid, arching an eyebrow and quirking a smile.

“Did you decide that before or after you tried to douse me with truth serum? I'm sure the ghosts of all those tieflings could have told you not to trust me.”

“Well, shit,” Astarion sighed, pressing his back against hers. “Now we have to kill all of them Lil, they aren't going to let us just leave.”

“Kill them all,” she giggled. “Isn't that just the best thing?”

#snip #lili

[sharkneto]

post the long ass five and allison talk, post it, share it (please and thank you) 🔪

Did you know this wip is at like 9k words? I didn't realize that until I was looking for a chunk to snip, which was also hard because I like it all so much. It's slow writing, though, because it uses so much of my brain to think through these dense conversations and align S3 actions and motivations and what not. One day I'll have it done. One day 😪 But here, have a small section of all of Allison's and Five's words:

“I lost my family!”

“If only there was someone who could understand that!” Five throws right back, seeming to surprise himself with that as he blinks and takes a quick drink, averting his gaze.

Allison sits with that for a second. Because he’s right. For some reason, that’s a piece of Five that they all constantly forget about despite it being so blatant in everything he does. She blames it on his acerbic nature. Still, “So why didn’t you?”

“What?”

“Where were you? I was losing my mind. I thought I was alone, that none of you cared that Claire was gone. Because you did understand, but you weren’t there.”

He studies his drink. The quiet stretches between them. Allison waits, the phantom of that grief and hurt from that time in her chest, aching. Eventually he sighs. “Fifty-eight and I just can never seem to do the right thing.” He gives her a sideways look. “I thought Viktor had it. He said he was handling the situation. Klaus asked if I wanted to go on a road trip with him, secretly to go find his birth mother but I didn’t know that, then. And…” He pauses, his gaze slightly distant. “And I wanted a vacation.”

The hurt pulses. She takes a careful breath around it.

“And then it didn’t matter,” Five finishes. “We found the paradox and then there was the kugelblitz and priorities had to be adjusted.”

“Did you have a nice vacation at least?” she asks, bitter. She had to do everything alone because her brother wanted to go on a road trip.

He nods, missing her sarcasm. “Yeah. Was my first vacation in… well, ever. We saw the world’s biggest ball of twine.”

It’s unexpected enough that it jolts Allison from her anger a little. “The world’s biggest ball of twine?”

He nods again.

“…Was it big?”

“Yeah. Seemed big enough, although my current perspective might be a little biased.” He twitches a hand, indicating his short height, and the corner of his mouth lifts up.

It’s quiet again as they take a moment, lost in their own thoughts. What Five said didn’t actually explain why he wasn’t there, except it does. It’s very simple. Viktor said he was handling her, Klaus asked him directly to do something, and he had come off of two weeks of straight apocalypses. And then once there was a new apocalypse, that was his priority again.

Except it wasn’t, not this time.

Allison sighs. This isn’t getting her anywhere, it’s not helping.

Five glances at her.

She backtracks. “If we had talked, if you hadn’t gone with Klaus and before everything with the kugelblitz, what would you have told me?”

“How do you mean?”

“Like, with… losing Claire. That it gets easier?”

“Oh, no,” he says immediately with a frown. “No, it… it never does.”

When he doesn’t add anything more, she prompts, “That’s it?”

He shrugs. “You figure it out.”

“Would you have helped me figure it out? Helped me get Claire back?”

There’s a hitch before he answers and that tells Allison everything she needs to know. “Really?” she interrupts, incredulous.

He restarts with a grimace, not looking at her again. “It doesn’t matter what I would or wouldn’t have done.”

She scoffs. “Five, of course does.”

“I don’t have the information, Allison! I would have looked, alright? I would have tried, but I can’t tell you that I would have been able to get her back and I thought you’d appreciate the straight answer. I don’t know. I didn’t know that timeline well, I don’t know what I could or couldn’t have done.”

“So you can rip time apart however you want when you lose people, but if the rest of us do, suddenly you can’t?” she demands, ignoring the fact she’s one of the people Five ripped time apart for.

“Yes!” Five snaps, matching her energy and getting defensive. “Yes. Because when I did it, there weren’t any other variables. If I did it wrong, well, everyone was already dead. Claire would have been a very tricky needle to thread. I mess up and we’re in the same spot as the kugelblitz. Or we have Claire but we lost Luther.”

His choice of a hypothetical sibling to have lost is not arbitrary. Allison grits her teeth against it. “So then you try again, Five! Isn’t that the point of time travel?”

“How many times do I have to explain to you all that that’s not how time travel works? Especially mine. I’m not… I wasn’t good at it.”

She refuses to get stuck on the reminder of the fucked up no-powers situation and bowls through it. “You had a briefcase! You could have used that!”

“We needed it to figure out the kugelblitz situation.”

“You had two, what happened to the other?”

“Fried. Trying to get it to work around the kugelblitz.”

“So then you get why I had to do what I had to do to fix things. And I did it for all of us!”

“Because I haven’t been doing things for all of us?”

“You voted against saving the world! You voted that we all die!”

That brings him up short.   

#i cannot believe this post-s3 fic has been sitting on my computer for so long #it just uses so much brain to write T-T #have to hit the right times when i'm turning it all over in my head - and then also that i can get to my computer with that #snip #snips #tua #number five #allison hargreeves

[wannastayugly]

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#geralt of rivia #the witcher fanart #my fanart #snip

[ytpforyouandme]

#rest in piss #margaret thatcher #mario #luigi #cd-i #hourofpoop #ytp #ram jam #black betty #snip

[bumblepony]

Here's a snip; everyone gets a snip because I want to give a snip!

It's from my Tess as Ellie's Foster mom AU. I am currently working on a Joel/Tess first date fic in that universe. Hope you all like this little tidbit.

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tess servopoulos #sarah miller #snip

[deklo]

save me sleep asmrtist…..

#pluck..pluck..pluck.. #SNIP