#Flail Snail

[oneshotsfunshots]

Homebrew D&D One Shot #11

I wrote this purely to use a Flail Snail mini I got for Christmas

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[tee-wells]

beautiful things are happening in dnd

[scribblingsorsomething]

A Flail Snail. Spot illustration for Old School Essentials. This was the first illustration I was asked to create for OSE, which pleased me no end as the Flail Snail is one of my all-time favourite D&D monsters.

[mystical-beasts]

a colourful flail-snail variant, loosely based on the irl snails that have metal scale thingies

[mouldy-gremlin]

Finally got around to firing up my 3d printer.

After many hours of cursing and googling as well as a few ritualistic sacrifices i finally got it to print successfully.

And now my child is born

Behold the greatest creature the monster manual has to offer! The glorious flail snail!

Gunk, a shiny shell, a bunch of flails, a beautiful smile... The list goes on.

I mean look at this lovely face.

Looking forward to getting some paint on it.

Haven't quite figured out how I'll do the shell yet, thinking the airbrush is gonna be seeing a lot of action.

The model is by Yasashii Kyojin Studio over on myminifactory.

Probably not exactly the colours I'll be going for but close enough

I also printed another figure at the same time but he'll have to wait until saturday before i post any pictures of him.

[kaybdoodles]

Most of my patreon stickers over the past few years are now on my etsy and slightly cheaper on my ko-fi store!!

Etsy

Ko-Fi

[fidgetspringer-art]

The Shimmer Shields - Uniform design

[goylesnight]

I’m augmenting the “snail flail” miniature from WotK as a Krimble gift for a friend - Crafted eyes, a saddle and knapsack out of Green Stuff and carved out the lil <> mouth with a craft knife.

I have never painted miniatures before, so I naturally started with something simple like a dry brush zenithal base coat (this is sarcasm).

Honestly have no idea what I’m doing, but am having fun. Onto paint.

[geek-and-nina]

Cuirass and Cleaning

Jade found the catch beneath the collar of the Kymerian Cuirass, somewhere only she would have thought to look given the intimate closeness required to look. Luckily, they had just returned to the edge of the Wildwood and the closeness meant that when Kit collapsed, Jade was already right there to catch her. One moment, the princess had been wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, then she was limp in Jade's arms. It was like light had suddenly left her eyes and Jade was scooping the exhausted young woman up into her arms.

Halfway to the river, Jade had informed the others she would wash the layer of grime left behind off Kit in privacy when the Shield of the Empress began to wake up. She grumbled, her nose brushing against the familiar smell and texture of Jade's leather armor. She recognized that as safety and home. Kit’s eyes stayed closed. She opened them when she felt Jade set her down.

She was met with the sight of her knight peeling off her own armor, down to the grimy breastband and undershorts, before Jade returned to Kit and pulled the sweat-saturated tunic off of her, followed by her breeches, boots, and socks. Kit allowed it wordlessly, enjoying the feel of Jade’s hands on her exhausted body without the layer of scaled metal between them.

“You’re awake, love? How are you? How are you feeling?” Jade asked, tender hand brushing her cheek reverently, drawing Kit’s attention.

“Tired. So tired, also gay. You’re in your underwear.” Kit mumbled, her mouth not wanting to move in conjunction with her words.

“So are you, Princess. Will it be okay for me to wash you off in the river?” Jade asked, secretly relieved that she was left in a position where she had to ask for permission

“Jade, of course. You’re my… my knight.” Kit’s head lolled as she tried to hold her neck up of her own accord. “Anything requiring any muscle mass of mine might require more help of yours than usual.” Kit said after giving up any attempt at righting herself.

Jade smiled softly and affectionately, and with barely even a heavy exhale, lifted Kit off of the mossy bank adjacent to the river. Skin touched skin, both bodies slightly warmer than they ought to have been. The coldness of the water sent chills through the both of them as Jade carried Kit into the river. She kept the girl close to her chest, watching as what energy Kit had left was poured into clenching immediately against the sensation.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Jade said softly, almost inaudibly as she clutched Kit closely to her chest. She cupped water in her free hand and carried it to douse the mud caked at Kit’s temple and then worked her way down the princess’ body, getting her as clean as possible using only the one hand as the other held Kit to Jade’s body. 

Kit sighed in relief as each muscle relaxed beneath Jade’s touch, coming clean but also being released of its tension as it was reminded of its safety. Once she had been washed in her majority, she felt Jade turn her around and Kit’s chin hooked over her shoulder to hold her in place as Jade washed her back.

“Does that feel better?” Jade asked, doing her best to be as respectful of Kit as possible while also getting her as clean and clear of the nastiness that accumulated at the same time.

“Yeah, thanks Jade, sorry about this.” Kit said on a soft exhale, clearly a little embarrassed as energy began to return and some semblance of strength returned to her muscles.

“Don’t be. I enjoy taking care of you, especially when you’re incapacitated after one of the hardest and best fights I’ve ever seen you put up. I know the Cuirass caused this and that you didn’t mean for or know that it would happen. I’ve got you, Kit. I’ve always got you.” Jade reassured her. She had stopped cleaning Kit and they were just holding one another now, exhausted as the fear finally seeped away, and relief creeped in. They just enjoyed each other and the closeness and the privacy. “I’m so proud of you, Kit.”

Kit slung her arms around Jade’s shoulders as they finally felt usable again. “I was scared, Jade.”

“I know.” Jade replied into the crook of Kit’s neck. “You were so brave and beautiful.”

“Yeah, you were too.” Kit’s voice was hoarse with emotion. “Thank you for being there for me… protecting me when I didn’t know I needed it.”

“Always, love. Always.” Jade’s voice matched hers.

[mylordshesacactus]

[id: A picture of the Neothelid from Volo’s Guide To Monsters posted in a Discord chat. Under this is my fiance’s immediate reaction: “no i hate this i am going to order curse of strahd now SPECIFICALLY because of you doing this”]

I got Mordenkainen’s AND Volo’s for Christmas, so I am absolutely fucking LIVING right now.

The campaign groupchat is having slightly less fun.

[kozi-ism]

Made my husband Gary the Flail Snail for Christmas <3

[snurtle]

At the risk of sounding predictable (I am), I fucking love it when people show me snails and snail shaped things!!!!

I love snails!

[harborsart]

[justalitlecreacher]

We had a very brief body swap moment in my last DnD session, but most interestingly our Paladin wound up swapping with the team’s pet flail snail

Upon swapping everyone back the snail became human and that’s where we ended

[highvern]

Rough

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: Cheol’s hands, fingering, spitting, minor pain kink, pussy slapping, teasing/begging, thick dick cheol, unprotected sex, creampie, minor breeding kink, mating press, soft(ish) dom Cheol, strength kink, he’s wearing a watch and his chain, praise

Length: ~2k

Note: an ode to Cheol's hands, and his c*** i needed a cigarette while looking at pictures of his hands for this fic. everyone rot with me @gyuswhore @wonustars @ourdawnishotterthanourday @seokgyuu

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The lights of the TV illuminate you and your boyfriend’s intertwined forms resting on the sofa. Seungcheol’s hands busy themselves, fingers digging into the sore cords of muscle twisted along your legs. He thinks nothing of it, focused on the drama unfolding on screen while you focus on the cool metal of his watch licking just above your knee.

He smiles when you jump, the tickle of his fingers sending bubbling laughter into the space between you.

“What?” He asks, as if he doesn't have all your weak spots committed to memory.

“Nothing.” you mumble.

“Want me to stop?”

A shake of your head is the only reply Seungcheol needs before he pins your flailing limbs and goes about his business once again. 

His hands always feel incredible. They’re always warm, always gentle despite what lurks beneath the surface. And they’re always on you, in some way or another. 

The roughness of his palm or dig of his fingers are second nature after years of them glued to your body. Whether they’re holding you close or stroking across your cheek as he wakes you with sweet kisses. Heating the small of your back while he guides you in a crowd, or tangled with your own as he whispers his deepest secrets into the dark late at night. You love every part of him but his hands show you a million different ways he feels the same.

You try not to react as he massages up your thighs, the sinew of muscles seizing before they melt under his careful ministrations. 

Every sigh through your nose is a tell Seungcheol is well accustomed to; what you like and what you love. Because he knows you like when he focuses on the curve of your quad, or the meat of your calves until they’re putty.

But you love when he pushes his hand under your oversized shirt and stretches the muscles deeper inside until you vibrate with want.

“You’re not watching the movie.” He whispers into your ear, nose following the curve of your jaw to the place he knows drives you wild.

“I'm a little distracted right now.”

And just like that the thick fingers stuffed in your cunt freeze before retreating. You can’t close your thighs to stop it due to the hand pinning your leg down to his lap with bruising force. But he can’t prevent your free leg from kicking in protest as you beg him to stay.

Seungcheol pinches the inside of your thigh until it stings, “Stop.”

You know that tone. It’s the one that warns you if you keep going, you won’t get what you want; what you need. Seungcheol isn’t a stingy lover but he likes to play and this is his newest game. If you can play along long enough he’ll make it worth your while.

“Eyes on the TV.”

With a harsh swallow you turn back to the screen. Once your boyfriend is sure you won’t look away, his hand returns, three fingers stretching you at a snail's pace. When he’s worked them all in, no longer cautious of your initial discomfort, he stops; focused on curling up against that spot he’s always found with embarrassing ease; pressing until your legs shake and you actually do start dripping into his lap. If it wasn’t for the fabric of your shirt, he could see everything.

The hand on your thigh joins in, the pad of his finger drawing rough circles of your clit. It’s fast and it's dirty but you keep pretending to watch the TV while Suengcheol does as he wants. Your mind is so numb you don’t even realize he’s pushed away the blanket and ruched your shirt up your hips to leave you bare. Not until you hear him spit and feel it land on your exposed clit framed between his fingers.

“Fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into the upholstery. “Please.”

But he’s not done yet. A swift slap to your pussy sends stars in your eyes and your body ten feet in the air if not for the man forcing you in place.

“Just relax, baby.”

You try. And Seungcheol respects your effort because every muscle he worked into submission over the past ten minutes jumps alive under your skin but you sit still in his lap and take what he gives you like he knows you can.

He kisses your cheek before whispering, “I love you.” 

Each word burns into your skin, licks through your blood. He loves you, and you love him and all he wants to do is take care of you. So you try and let him even if it means madness. 

Seungcheol watches you pretend to watch the movie once again, but your mind focuses on the sound of debauchery echoing between your thighs. If you looked down you know what you’d see. The way your pussy clings to his fingers with every stroke out, how they glisten with your arousal, every squeeze; everything. 

All the teasing is enough to make your eyes gloss. Especially when he adds a fourth finger and tells you how perfect you are, how you were made for him, and if you cum right now he’ll give you his cock but you have to earn it.

You want to feel his lips suck around your clit until you're nothing more than an empty shell but you’ll happily settle for the swipes of his fingers. It’s obscene how wet you are and how loud your ruined cunt is over the blasting speakers. 

“C’mon pretty girl,” he coos into your ear. “Come for me.”

The coil winds and winds until it snaps. All the edges ripple, the world blurs. Every breath hurts from the punch in your stomach forcing bolts of electricity through your nerves. 

And Seungcheol doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you’re crying. Only to kiss away each tear with praise and soft lips. You barely crack your eyes open, watching his fingers disappear between his lips, sucking away the mess before he gives you a taste on his mouth.

Eyes shut and boneless in his arms, you let him push and pull you just the way he wants. Your body’s only protest in the exhaustion Seungcheol’s fucked into you with his hands. But it’s not enough to keep you from taking him again.

It never is.

When the jostling stops, you find him kneeling before you. He hasn't bothered to remove his clothes, or yours. Just forces your shirt over your breasts and his pants down until he's bare. Thick thighs frame an equally thick cock you know like the back of your hand.

If your boyfriend thinks you’re beautiful then he is other worldly in the glow of the LED screen. 

Hands anchored on the back of your knees, you spread out for his eyes only. Seungcheol’s mouth waters at your wrecked pussy, soaked and swollen from his attention, begging to be split on his cock. The drooling tip of his length taps against your clit, sending you deeper into the spiral, each nudge making your muscles twitch until he uses his thumb to catch on your opening and force himself through the mind numbing clench.

Seungcheol goes slow, pressing forward only a millimeter at a time, barely giving you a taste before he pulls back and starts again. If the way you’re positioned didn’t prevent you from rushing him forward than the fist around his cock would as he teases you until you're begging and he’s puffing up with pride at how desperate you are. 

Just when you think he’s ready to give in, almost flat against one another, he pulls out.

“I sweat to fucking god if you don’t fu—ckkkkkkk,”

Sheathed to the base in your heat Seungcheol finds paradise, dick twitching with every breath. The rough skin of his palms circle your ankles, spreading them up and out of the way so he can lean forward and give you what you want; your pussy stretched to the brim on his cock while he fucks every last thought out of your head.

“Move.” You mewl, barely human, shaking under his weight.

Settling your legs over his shoulders, he folds you in half, freeing the hands you love so much to do as he pleases. One lands just above your head to keep him from completely crushing you and the other cradles your jaw, thumb brushing across your lower lip before he meets you with a kiss.

His tongue glides against your own, fucking your mouth as his hips curl in time. Every thrust forward forces the air in your lungs up your throat to be swallowed by your boyfriend. He strokes you to life, pinned in place, helpless, glowing.

Seungcheol groans as he fucks you harder. “Fuck, you take it so well.”

You're shaking, vibrating from the synapses firing through every inch of your being. Chin dipped, you watch him wreck you, creaming around the base of his length like he’s fucked you for hours rather than minutes.

You’ll come like this, without any pressure on your clit; just the delicious drag of his thick cock in your walls, crushed under his weight and entirely at his mercy. Helpless Seungcheol latches his hand you yours, intertwines your fingers, and cants against like he’s possessed.

Eyes rolled as you go limp, you reach for his face and whimper into his mouth, climbing higher and higher until you hit the ceiling. Your hands are everywhere, anywhere in reach as you fail to ground yourself against the wave of pleasure rolling through your veins. And it all shatters with a whimper of his name.

He’s perfect and he’s yours and you don’t know what you did to earn him but you know you could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve him.

You try to break through the noise. But it just serves to make things worse because the only thing the man on top you likes to see more than you desperate for him is you coming on his cock. The arm above your head collapses, sending all of his weight on you, forcing him deeper into your guts until you can taste him on the back of your tongue. The wet clap of his balls against your ass with each rut forward rockets you into the deep end. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” Seungcheol bites into your jaw. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Fuck, you’re so good. So good.” 

It’s blinding, eyes cinched so tight fireworks float in the darkness; Seungcheol’s moans blending with the rush of blood fleeing your brain. He’s feral with the satisfaction of your orgasm, how you wail beneath him like your neighbors won’t hear and know you have a man who pleases you in every way imaginable. Like you want everyone to know his name.

“Cheol,” you whisper, all breath. So quiet he wouldn’t hear you if he wasn’t dialed into your every move. “Want…” you pant. “Want you…”

Seungcheol presses as deep as he can before letting go; stuffing you with his cum, grinding into your pussy with every jerk of his cock until it spills around where he splits you and slips down your ass. 

His eyes never leave yours, watching you take every drop of his affection like you were made to. Like he was the one made to give it to you. Even with your thrashing, you never look away.

A final pathetic noise scratches the inside of your throat when he’s done. Seungcheol won’t pull out but he will pull away, yearning to see the mess between your bodies. Cum and arousal smears your bellies, your thighs, the base of his cock still inside you. Eventually he'll pull you up to wash off and you have no doubt the cushion will be beyond repair.

When he’s had his fill, he collapses into your chest, arms twine around your back as he kisses you with every ounce of devotion he can spare. Until you can feel his love down to the tips of your toes and through every last cell in your body.

And because showing you isn’t enough, he tells you again and again while he fills you once more in the comfort of your shared bed.

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[vaulttrust]

Flail snail 5e

The Invisible Stalker is CR 6, which would be invalid, but the spell can be upcast to increase the CR range, so if the spell is cast with a 6th level spell slot or higher, the Invisible Stalker then becomes a valid choice too.Īt Higher Levels. įirstly, the Flail Snail is CR 3 so it is a valid choice for this spell. An elemental of challenge rating 5 or lower appropriate to the area you chose appears. The base price is 4,000 gp, doubled for an unblemished shell.Flail Snail and Invisible Stalker are both valid choices for conjure elementalĬhoose an area of air, earth, fire, or water that fills a 10-foot cube within range. The value of the snail’s shell depends on the shell quality. These tritons fight to the death in defense of the sea snail. Each round thereafter 1d10 more tritons arrive until a total of 50 are on the scene. The round following the wail, 1d10 charmed tritons arrive. If the attack continues, the sea snail will wail. This poison affects all creatures within 20 feet, paralyzing them for 1d6 hours unless they roll successful saving throws vs. If attacked, sea snails withdraw into their shell and release a vicious neurotoxin into the surrounding water. Giant snails are sometimes tamed by tritons. Their shells vary in color from bright red to flat white with a pink interior. Their skins are rubbery (AC 6), but their shells are incredibly thick (AC -4). These behemoths of the deep measure up to 20 feet in length. Shells sell for 5,000 gold pieces on the open market. One robe may be made from a single shell. In addition, freshly ground snail shell is needed to create a robe of scintillating colors. After the magic fades, the shields become nonmagical +2 shields. These shields affect spells as did the original shell until their magic fades (1d6 months). A skilled armorer can try to fashion 1-2 +2 shields from a single shell. A single shell weighs 250 to 300 pounds and retains its magical powers for 1d6 months after the occupant’s death. These peaceful beasts are frequently hunted for their shells. Flail snails mature at age four and live up to 20 years. The young remain with the mother for two years, until their tentacle knobs reach a weight of five pounds. The mouth then scrapes up the loosened plants.įemales give live birth to 1d3 young. Glands in their mouth secrete a substance that loosens the plants. Normally quiet, flail snails aggressively defend themselves, chasing attackers until they withdraw from the snail’s 20-foot, sensing range.Įcology: Flail snails live off lichen and algae growing on dungeon floors. Habitat/Society: Flail snails live peaceful lives crawling up and down dungeon and cavern corridors. The altered spell then affects the creature nearest the snail (saving throw if applicable).įlail snails are immune to fire and poison, but they shun bright light. A spell that malfunctions has its effect altered slightly (DM discretion). Whenever the snail is attacked by magic, the effects are variable - 40% chance of the spell malfunctioning, 30% chance of it functioning normally, 20% chance of it failing to work at all, and a 10% chance that the spell is reflected back at the spellcaster. The effective Armor Class of the body is -8.įlail snails are protected against magic by their colorful shell. The body has hit points equal to the combined total of all the tentacles, but it is nearly impossible to attack because it is protected by the creature’s shell. During these turns the snail utters pitiful cries that are 50% likely per turn to attract a wandering monster. Once this happens the monster withdraws into its shell and dies 1d3 turns later. Flail snails attack until all of their tentacles are dead. When a tentacle is reduced to 0 hit points it is useless. Treat each tentacle as a separate creature. Both opponents must be in front of or to the side of the snail.įlail snail tentacles have 1 Hit Die apiece. These attacks may be against one or two opponents. A four-tentacled snail makes four attacks as a 4 Hit Die creature, a three-tentacled snail makes three attacks as a 3 Hit Die creature, and so on. Their flesh is rubbery and gray-blue in color.Ĭombat: A hit by a single tentacle causes 1d8 points of damage and can smash a one-inch-thick piece of wood. These sensors detect motion up to 20 feet away. Short sensor tentacles grow from either side of the head. Each tentacle ends in a ten-pound mass of hardened flesh covered with knobs. Flail snails get their name from the four to six club-like tentacles that grow from their heads. Their shells average eight feet high at the crown and are masses of neon blues, reds, greens, and yellows. Flail snails are silicon-based gastropods distantly related to ordinary garden snails.