#Diamond Python

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[wenbochenphoto]

This guy came to inspect my kitchen for about 30 minutes last night, just when I was about to go to bed.

[semioptera]

Diamond Python (Morelia spilota spilota) - Wild Life Sydney Zoo, Sydney, Australia

[nanaimari]

【オーストラリアの田舎で暮らせば⑩南半球の冬を生きる動植物】

日本を含む北半球が夏の間、オーストラリアは冬となる。冬ごもりをする生物もいる傍ら、アカシアが咲き、家庭菜園では冬野菜が育つ。雪が降らない気温のサウス･コースト地方の冬の風景を紹介。 https://nichigopress.jp/topics-item/70831/

[magnolia-malfoy]

Everyone!

Meet, ominis, my white diamond ball python. He is only a few months old and is amazing.

[furmity]

HE

[tobytober]

Marcille is so grew up in sydney to me

modern au but set in brisbane. is this anything

[witch-of-fanart]

Cards of Chaos and the Holy Grail

An early piece of the Cards, which is why the colors are off and the background looks terrible.

[bintuharwani]

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[subbalakshmisastry]

World's Longest Snake Reticulated Python Non - Venomous Snake (Malayopyt...

[lavenderfairiez]

I just finished ToA last night and here are some things I don't see nearly enough people talking about, specifically about the end of ToA so if you haven't read it this is your spoiler warning!!!

• Apollo not feeling right in his godly form and uncomfortable around the other olympians (not including Artemis)

• LEO CALLING JO "MOM" 🥺 (and Emmie and Jo in general) BUT HE HAS TWO MOMS NOW I LITERALLY STARTED CRYING ABOUT THIS LAST NIGHT

• Apollo visiting Percy and Annabeth in New Rome!!!

• AND they talk about Jason!!!!!! Annabeth cried herself to sleep

• honestly Apollo's whole battle with Python that shit was so cool

• obligatory fuck Calypso

• REYNA CALLING LEO "HERMANO" 🥹

• Meg standing up to Nero in his throne room!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH

• Rick's infallible ability to put EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. CHARACTER. in a relationship 💀 PEACHES HAS A LOVE INTEREST NOW???????? LET CHARACTERS BE SINGLEEEEE

• HAZEL'S CURSE IS GONE AND SHE CAN JUST LIKE USE HER JEWELS NOW!!! and Frank wants an engraved diamond necklace that says "H+F Forever" I love him so much...

• while we're on the topic of Frank!! WHY DOES NO ONE EVER TALK ABOUT HIS SACRIFICE AT THE END OF THE TYRANTS TOMB??? Like I knew that he would be fine but I still started like tearing up

• THE ARROW OF DODONA!!!

• how completely unaffected Zeus is by Jason's death??? Fuck you Zeus.

• Apollo's new kids at camp!!!

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[johnbrand]

Do You Want to Pump, Bro?

It was a simple question, one that should have been sufficed by a simple “yes” or “no” response. And yet Dylan had no idea how to respond. He had just been opening up Snapchat for the simple maneuvers: run through all the pictures, spam his responses back. The habit took a max of 30 seconds and then he was done for the day, but when he landed on his friend’s snap, prompting the question at hand, Dylan had no response.

It was strange how captivating the picture was. It was still displayed on Dylan’s phone, the picture of his friend all jocked up. Dylan could have sworn his friend had been a gay little nerd just like himself, nothing but a runt that the rest of their colleagues could pick on. But the boy, no, man Snapchat had presented him with was certainly his friend. The brutally masculine, dominating alpha Dylan had known all his life. There was no filter, no added touches, Dylan’s friend was simply the epitome of young manhood. Tanned, muscular, and rightfully superior.

This left Dylan to begin considering what his friend had meant by the question. Maybe his friend was referring to working out, using “pump” in the sense of stretching and exercising one’s muscles. But what did Dylan have to pump? With his scrawny features he was certainly better fit for intellectual over manual labor. His hands were meant to be glued to the keyboard, their features perfect for typing.

Well, not perfect. Dylan’s hands could be a bit clumsy. Being that they were so big, so meaty, his sausage fingers often had a hard time hitting the right keys. It did not help that his arms would often get in the way, so bulky that they would rub up against anything they touched. His sides, other people, Dylan even struggled to get through older doorways. Veiny forearms leading into bulging biceps and triceps, which only expanded his shoulders to accommodate. Dylan was just a wider guy.

And it was not only the fault of Dylan’s arms, to be clear. His torso too was quite the menace. That previously mentioned wide set of shoulders stretched out Dylan’s entire upper chest, structuring a powerful collarbone to perfectly align two plump pectorals. Yes, those were perfect. So firm and pronounced that they sometimes obstructed Dylan’s view if he looked down, which being 6’6 was a considerably long distance. “Perfect” was often also used to describe Dylan’s abdominals, the eight cobblestones stacked sharply beside each other as if they were metal batteries fueling his core.

So what was his friend referring to? Something about the question was catching Dylan’s eye. The swirls within the letters of the font were soothing, absorbing. Maybe his legs? Although Dylan had to admit they were already pretty jacked. Yeah, his quads were carved, his muscles expertly sharp and prominent and never covered by any shorts longer than five inches. Leading past his knees into diamond-shaped calves, admired by other gym-goers constantly. Not only was he tall, but Dylan was built. He had worked hard since high school to prevent his massive legs from becoming stick-like. 

Sure, sometimes he had prioritized getting in a sick workout over anything else, like spending time with the bros or in class, but it had worked out in the end. Without that extra effort, Dylan would not have been able to brag about his entire figure. From the giant-sized feet to the perfect lantern jaw. There it was again, that word, perfect. Dylan smirked to himself as he mentally listed other things about him that were perfect. His perfectly musky pits, his perfectly sultry baritone. People loved Dylan’s perfectly sculpted locks, and his perfectly sculpted buttocks. And the lucky ones got to love his perfect giant balls and cock.

Dylan felt his mighty python grow hard at that idea. Yeah, maybe that was what his bro was referring to. Maybe his bro wanted to pump his cock. But with that thought, Dylan’s boner faltered. No, his bro wanted to find some chicks to pump their cocks. Nothing gay or anything, just two bros getting laid together. Dylan’s cocky sneer grew wider as he began to palm himself. Yeah, his babymaker could use some attention. But, to be fair, it could always use some attention. Especially from some busty, airheaded bimbos.

Finally closing the picture from his bro, Dylan adjusted himself and casually flexed before snapping his reply shot. His massive fingers typed out the question on their own, filling out the preordered prompt before pressing the send button. Dylan did not realize though that instead of just replying to his bro, he had sent it to all his Snapchat contacts. But he did not care, he had better things to worry about. Like pumping his muscles, and getting some babes to pump his cock.

[magnolia-malfoy]

Sorry on my lack of posts of ominis!

He was in shed and Friday was a feeding day so I haven't had him out much.

Then yesterday he decided to poop on himself 🥲

Him looking pitiful while my fiance washes him.

Here he is in his emotional support moss ball looking innocent the day before he shat on himself 🥲

Get a snake they said.

It be fun they said 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

[furmity]

Udon's 18th hatchday!!

Here is his mother, the great Stripey, lovingly curled around the fourteen eggs she laid on 24 November 2005. She was (is?) a coastal carpet python. His father Gomez, who I unfortunately never met, was a diamond python. Their pairing is a natural hybridisation found in southern Queensland- northern NSW, Australia.

Alas, maternal incubation is difficult in captivity and twelve of these eggs perished to a fungus. The two survivors were moved to an incubator and hatched without a hitch.

There he is! Brand new and tiny, about 20cm long and 20g. The eldest, like me.

Six days later I made the choice to take home this sibling over the other, who was bitey and later named Snap. I named my baby Noodles, and over time he became Udon (a thicker noodle).

He has been my companion ever since, from my teenage bedroom through all the sharehouses, interstate and back, he has been there rustling in the night. He has traveled and met many people- an Ambassador of Goodwill Towards all Snakes.

His vet has mentioned that at our next visit we'll need to talk about adjusting his care "because he's an older snake", but for now he's strong, glossy, and alert.

Tonight I have two quails for him. They're too small for his regular feeds, but are a noted favourite.

So please raise a toast to my calm slithery friend, may he have another eighteen years of health and hissing!

[herpsandbirds]

Diamond Python (Morelia s. spilota), family Pythonidae, Sydney, NSW, Australia

photograph by Kai Goold