#Serpents core

[kentnaturaltribrid]

• “Incase you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in, and I don’t want to fit in.”

Even though it’s summery-style, still useful for back to school or in general. Nothing beats a cute little snake, or multiple snakes. 🐍 they’re so hard to find something nice to wear as, but so adorable. They just make a cute theme, and fangs out they’re all around fiery fierce but small. Plus, they’re easy to make into pretty much any cool items that are easy enough for them to fit in. Some of them anyway.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 320

Lazarus Pits are toxic (read practically acidic) to most realms beings. The keyword being most. There are in fact two beings that are immune. 

The first is those with shadow cores, as their cores are quite literally designed to adapt and mirror the aspects of their surroundings alongside anything that may harm them. And those types of ghosts are already rare, most destabilizing when younger because they think they can adapt to something they can’t handle yet. 

The second thing? Halfas. The Pits heal those close to death but who cling to life, and Halfas? Constantly inbetween life and death, no matter what form they take. So something that would normally burn both the living and dead? Does practically nothing to them. In fact? It heals them. 

So a shadow-cored Halfa searching through the zone for a safe spot for his clone-kids to heal? Well, there’s never been a safer place. 

[zlinkiez]

🍎G-d Embracing the Serpent 🍎

Very eXCITED for S3 and eager to get more into G-d's ineffable plan and how everyone is mucking it up! Or whatever Mr. Gaiman's vision should be, I like speculating all the same.

[jupiterisaroace]

Can we change Hooksie to Golden Serpentine or Sea Serpent because Hooksie reminds me of hickey & Sea Serpent is just fricking cool

[preposterousgreen]

AU in which Silver Elite breaks out in civil war over whether to associate Sephiroth with cats or snakes. The cat faction seems to have an assured victory until the snake faction comes up with a snake-tongued chibi mascot of Sephiroth that is too adorable to resist.

"Chairwoman H" becomes so preoccupied with trying to suppress this and prevent a schism that the R&D Department falls into disarray. (Personally, "she" prefers cats, but hates the cat faction's proposed name for its breakaway club: "Feline Elite.")

[monsterfactoryfanfic]

IAYAS v.1.2 update!

I've re-released I Adjure You Ancient Serpent! It's the first RPG made with @titanomachyrpg's Caltrop Core, and for its second birthday, I went and redid its layout, made some rule changes, and added a bunch of pictures.

There's a bunch of community copies available for those interested!

[hey-hamlet]

If you still have free prompts:

Izuku rediscovers magic and uses it to become hero

Izuku was falling.

Not metaphorically, but very literally falling from a terrifying height. Mizuchi had said it was tradition for a dragon's first flight but Mizuchi had been laughing at the way his face had paled when he'd plucked him off his back with his too-large teeth. Izuku was never trusting the river dragon again.

Against his better instincts, he closed his eyes, reaching inwards to his magic. It was about as panicked as he was, bubbling like a pot about to boil over. He didn't bother trying to calm it, he was kind of on a time crunch. Mizuchi didn't mean to kill him, but the dragon had a terrible idea of what killed a mortal and Izuku wasn't sure he'd ever covered 'falling from the cloud layer to the very hard ground below'.

The air whipping past him lashed at his clothes and sting his bare skin. A very harsh reminder he needed to figure this out before the ground hit him a whole lot harder.

Forcibly clearing his mind, Izuku focused on Mizuchi's instructions. He siphoned some of the bubbling panic in his chest through his system, twisting it's shape from panic-terror-annoyance to control-light-air. It was a weird shape, Izuku's magic naturally sat quite happily in what Kiyohime had described as sunlight-steady-growth, a much more earth natured leaning than anything that should be able to fly.

He'd never been fond of doing what he was meant to.

He wind felt softer, the sinking feeling in his bones was less, but izuku wasn't in control yet. He was still falling. He plastered an All Might grin on his cheeks, took that borrowed joy and pushed.

He cracked open an eye. The noise of jibbering panic that left his mouth as he reached out and touched a leaf of the tree he'd almost crashed into was something he wasn't proud of, but felt was understandable, given the circumstances.

Mizuchi's snort of laugher from above him had him narrowing his eyes. "Not bad for a mortal, I was worried I'd need to drop you again."

"Mizuchi!" Izuku wailed, flexing the magic that was granted him the ability to not die via horrific blunt force impact. "This kills humans! You wouldn't have dropped me twice because I could have been a pancake!" He dragon huffed a laugh as Izuku rained whaled on his massive snout, thick scales stopping his smacks from feeling like anything more than love taps.

"It worked didn't it?"

Izuku's eyes narrowed. "I'm telling Kiyohime."

A dragon couldn't pale in fear but Izuku discovered it could get pretty close.

[dunsbar]

we wrapped our arms around each other trying to shove ourselves back together…

[autisticvampireclub]

Ways wally darling reminds me of a ball python:

- they both got kitty mouths :3

- his hair looks exactly like a ball python all curled up like a cinnamon roll

- some people think their scary and menacing but if you really look close you’ll realize there is not a single thought bouncing behind those dark round eyes

[cosmik-homo]

Lying in bed crying about Alfred's fucked up identity situation

[rose240briar]

❤️

discord comm loch ness/lake monster design for a friend

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Left: Autumnal color only (Gold)

Right: Winter color only (Silver)

Left is a Snake/Serpent. Right is just one letter. Each one letter stands for something, this one, is a B. And in that case, I was thinking straight up Blossom 🌸, Bavorken, And Bells. Though, mainly Blossom and Black. I wasn’t exactly looking to do much with the last few letters but hoping they pop well enough, especially since still have at least one L, and then multiple other letters that which are available. Might have something in December or November. Now that mostly finished and could only get at least this week a C finished and then still got lots more to those, just need an A and then everything should work out, might see if there’s time for something, but busy up until October 31.

For the most part that is.

[mamiiemprezz]

: ⓛⓐⓓⓘⓘ ⓢⓤⓝⓑⓔⓐⓜ ⓢⓔⓡⓟⓔⓝⓣ

[jupiterisaroace]

Me & @saturnisaroace after making 100 new tags in less than a week that probably we’re only gonna use

[taintandviolent]

Tangled ; Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: One lazy summer day, Eddie discovers something new about you when his rings get tangled in your hair.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.5K | female reader, established relationship, smut, use of pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), light praise, no use of y/n, hair pulling kink, soft dom Eddie if you squint, fingering, p in v, doggy style.

a/n: this was an anon request! I hope you enjoy, wherever you are! divider by @/strangergraphics!!

fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / I don’t have a taglist anymore, but please turn on post notifications if you’d like to be notified of future fics!

It started out innocently. Really. It did. 

A warm, summer breeze drifts through the trailer. The two of you sit on his mattress, sheets strewn about, and your bodies snuggled together like the lovebirds you are. Wayne’s out of town, so you’ve been spending as many nights at his house as you can, sleeping in his bed and waking up in his hot, bare arms. You wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world, if anyone offered. 

Today, you’re lazily thumbing through a copy of Teen Beat. He’s sloppily sketching out ideas for his next campaign with his left hand, and absent-mindedly, the ringed fingers of his right hand play with strands of your hair, twirling them around his digits. A sudden pain erupts over your scalp, sending a bolt of electricity right to your core. Feeling sudden resistance, Eddie panics, pulling his hand away, which pulls your hair harder. He’s snagged a knot on one of his rings; specifically, the pig. 

“Shit-shit-sorr–!” 

As he yanks away, you tilt your head back to lean into him, a lewd, high-pitched moan falling from your mouth. So lewd, that Eddie freezes mid-pull, and looks at you, brows high on his forehead. You immediately clap your hand over your mouth, as if that could take it back. 

“What… was that?”

“Ummm… I… it hurt.” 

He smirks, his full pink lips spreading across his teeth. “That didn’t sound like it hurt, princess.”

In one strong movement, Eddie has you on top of him, straddling him. Like a serpent, his hand slowly slithers up your spine, to the nape of your neck and into your hair. He makes a fist in the soft tresses and tugs softly, not enough to hurt, but enough to elicit another reaction from you.. The reaction is similar; your eyes roll back in your head, and your thighs squeeze his as you try to clamp them together. A desperate little whining sound comes from your mouth, and Eddie, beneath you, is absolutely beaming. 

“Someone likes their hair pulled, I see.” He has that dominant, theatric voice he uses in campaigns. Damn him.

You scramble, trying to defend yourself. “I do not! It's just… I was…” 

“Uh-huh, you were uh-huh.” He teases and tugs again, a little bit harder than before. This time, you bite your lip, your hands finding and gripping his bare shoulders. 

“Eddie, stop…!” You plead, though it sounds as fake as it feels. He’s too smart to believe that. 

The look in his pretty, chocolatey brown eyes says everything; he’s not going to let up until you admit it. He grips your hair at the back of your skull, tugging it tight and pulling your head back slightly. Your jaw drops, your eyelids fluttering shut. Between your legs, you can already feel the telltale throbbing, the damp heat accumulating. His voice is low and lusty, something he knows is a weakness of yours. He could get you going just by talking, but when he uses that particular voice… you’re done for. 

“Sweetheart, c’mon… look at you. You’re practically coming undone just like this. You know you don’t need to be shy around me…” He pulls again, and you whimper. 

“Eddie….” you mewl, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. You feel his free hand tap your jaw a few times, bringing you back to him. He knows that you close your eyes to avoid dealing with things – another way you can’t weasel out. 

“Ah-ah. Eyes on me, baby.” 

You lock eyes with him, and your resolve crumbles. He’s giving you that look, the one that oozes mischief, playfulness and hunger, the one he gives you right before he pounces on you, tackling you to the bed. 

You take a big breath, and say it all in one breath. “Okay, fine, that felt really good and it turned me on. Happy now?” 

“Immeasurably.” 

Eddie brings your body closer to him, guiding you right to his waiting lips. You’re glad you’re already on your knees, because the kiss that he plants on you is enough to bring you there if you weren’t. It’s loaded with a newfound hunger; he loves finding out things about you. Even though you two have been dating for a few months now, he always thinks you’re like a little puzzle box, spring loaded with secret compartments that hold more untold secrets. The hair pulling was one of them. 

“Let’s put it to the test, shall we?” 

He drums out a little rhythm on the fullness of your hips, urging you up off him. You flop over backwards onto the bed, onto your elbows, and watch him as he crawls on all fours towards you. As he does, he frees his swelling erection. Only clad in a pair of plaid boxers, he doesn’t have much to shed. Neither do you, for that matter, as you’re in a cute little nightgown and nothing else. Eddie pushes the satin up your thighs, revealing your glistening cunt. 

“Sweetheart, sweetheart…. Look at this.” He runs a single finger along your slit, and your body shudders. “Such a mess.” 

Though he doesn’t need any help getting himself hard, one hand wraps around his cock, pumping it slowly in and out of his fist as he gazes over your body. There’s something so… domestic about the way you’re looking at him, waiting for him to fuck you. He exhales through his nose, smiling, and leans forward to press a kiss to your bare stomach. His finger ghosts a path down your tummy, all the way to the soft mound between your legs. Gradually, he teases your entrance, spreading your arousal over your folds until you’re coated in it.  He brings his thumb down over your clit and traces it in tight circles, pleasuring you until your thighs start to quiver – his favorite thing. Quivering like a scared little bunny in his hands… drives him crazy. You blindly reach for his forearm, feeling for the warm skin. God damn guitar players…. Their stupid nimble fingers….

“Turn around, pretty girl,” he hums.

You’re more than eager to complete his request, flipping over onto all fours. You lower yourself back down onto your elbows and in doing so, stick your ass up for him to admire. Tenderly, Eddie reaches forward to gather all your hair into a ponytail before giving it a firm tug. Your whole body spasms with pleasure; your cunt throbs and your back arches up into a tantalizing curve. 

“Fuck,” Eddie grunts from behind you, lining the leaking, flushed tip of his cock up with your waiting slit. The head nudges your folds, twitching against them in anticipation. You brace yourself, taking fistfuls of the sheet below you. “Ready, baby?” 

You nod against the mattress.

“Words, princess. We talked about this.” 

“Mhm…. please fuck me, Eddie. I wanna’ feel you…” 

That’s all he needs. He sinks himself inside of you, until his torso is pressed against the firm curve of your ass. The feeling of his cock is always enough to get you off – it always does. But when Eddie tightens his fist around your ponytail and yanks it hard, you let out a moan that is loud enough to rattle the trailer’s windows. He finds his rhythm easily, rutting his hips furiously against your ass and keeps a firm grip on your hair, almost using it as leverage to pull into you. 

“Fuck, fuck… oh my god…. Oh my god, Eddie!!” 

He pulls harder, and a melange of pain and pleasure erupts at the crown of your head – you swear you’re seeing stars at this point. 

“You like that, baby? Huh?” Eddie asks, breathlessly. 

“Yeaaaah…!” A pressure builds above your sopping cunt, feeling white hot. The room is filled with the sounds of skin against skin, and the wet, slick sounds of your cunt as Eddie buries himself inside you. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and you’re breathing it in deeply, each of your breaths laboured and loud.

“Fuck yeah, baby… oh fuck…” 

Eddie thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt and pulls back out, admiring the way your pussy clenches around him like it’s trying to pull him back in. His cock aches, you know it does, because the few seconds spent away from your cunt, you can hear him stroking himself, nudging your entrance with the cockhead. He’s trying not to come. He’s edging himself. Something he only did when he was really worked up. 

“I’m gonna’... Eddie, I’m gonna’ come… fuck me.” 

Wasting no time, Eddie sheaths himself back inside, and presses his stomach against your back, angling his lips next to your ear. He pulls hard on your hair, and you bend your neck back, screaming out in ecstasy. Hot, erotic tears prick the corners of your eyes as Eddie pulls, fucking into like his life depends on it. When he finally speaks, it’s a hissed whisper, and sends a chill down your spine. 

“You like that, huh? My good girl likes her hair pulled, doesn’t she?” 

“Yes, yes! GOD! YES!” 

Your cunt clenches around him like a vice, warm and slick, as your orgasm washes over you. Eddie feels it – but he doesn’t stop thrusting. He chases his own orgasm, humping you feverishly, and in doing so, pulls another screaming two orgasms from you. He laughs breathily as his thrusts slow, hips rolling against the curve of your ass. You can hear the smile in his laugh, and collapse against the sheet. 

“I learn something new about you every day, princess. Every damn day.”