#little serpent

[rainingriversofyou]

Raihn x Oraya - The Serpent And The Wings Of Night

Artist: KD Ritchie of Storywrappers Designs

[eolasesayelan]

🐍Snake In The Grass🐍

[rainingriversofyou]

Oraya Nightborn - Crowns Of Nyaxia 🖤

“There she is.”

[canisalbus]

Hi, I love your art and made a little witch AU. Hope you don't mind :)

The idea is that Vasco was torn up enough about the injustice of Machete's death and that they never really got a chance to have a happy life together that he was willing to look into… dubious methods

Badabing badaboom Machete's back. They run away together, both because theres nothing left for Machete and to avoid persecution, and spend time together trying to cope with grief, religious trauma and the changing times as their lives are artificially extended

They have a little witch shop :)

(I might make more art later, hope you don't mind if I send it through here)

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[golswia]

ineffable retirement

[unluckedtj]

“Twist thy head and watch them fall,”

[spacebubblehomebase]

Shit post!

Don't take this too seriously, but LMAO XD. -Bubbly💙

[starmaker-astral]

Crowley's snake form :

[rainbowpopeworld]

Behold one poor quality, extremely short clip of Macbeth 😅 (and my review below)

Here there be spoilers!

My reactions as someone who only read or watched Shakespeare because of high school or because my blorbos are in it (and Macbeth was not one of the ones I’ve studied):

I enjoyed it!! David and Cush were absolutely amazing! So was the rest of the cast!

And because of the specific subject matter (read: violence*), I don’t feel the need to see it again in the next week 😅😂😓 Although if it’s released for at home viewing, I will definitely watch it again.

I had Crowley** going through my head last night for two reasons: there weren’t that many people in the theater and the violence was more pervasive than I was expecting even after reading the Sparknotes.

When he hugged and then snapped that boy’s neck, I exclaimed out loud. 😳😞

I found it more than a little confusing that they used the same actors for multiple roles. And sometimes they were ghosts of former roles and sometimes they were new people? So it was really hard to parse 😅

The sound design and music were as amazing as everyone said. I definitely wanted more!

None of what I read mentioned the Porter character, so I was pretty confused and then very entertained by him 😂 He was great!

I’m hard of hearing, and I had called ahead to ask if there would be any kind of captioning (the answer was no, because it wasn’t being provided by the distributors😓). So I didn’t catch a lot of what the Porter said especially at the beginning. But I heard the word “radio” and I was like- ��� That didn’t exist during Shakespeare’s time 😂😅 The argument he had with the usher about people not being allowed back in after the performance started was hilarious. (And this was recorded well before the Incident that made David have to leave the stage.)

I absolutely recommend going to see it if you can!!

*the “blood” is shown on David and Cush’s hands during one scene and then at the very end which you may have seen video of the curtain call that showed it

** "This isn't one of Shakespeare's gloomy ones is it? Ugh No wonder nobody's here." "I still prefer the funny ones." -Crowley, Good Omens, s1e3

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[rainingriversofyou]

“Committing him to memory. Making sure that every movement, every breath, every sound he made was marked onto my soul. I wanted to capture him like rainwater. I wanted to savor him like blood. I wanted him to open me and touch everything within me that I’d hidden away from the world. How could there be so much pleasure in vulnerability? How could there be so much pleasure in fear?”

—The Ashes And The Star Cursed King

Artist: drawrichelle

P.S. I had to draw over her nips for censorship reasons.

[scoopaspoonful]

“Blackened Shadows, and A Little Golden Serpent”

Thank you Dean Williamson! 💛

[melkior]

"UNHAND ME, THOU VILE KNAVE! WHAT THINK'ST THOU TO DO? MANHANDLE ME INTO SUBMISSION? I SHALL BITE THEE, THOU FOUL TARNISHED- … CEASE, PUT ME DOWN AT ONCE!"

Sorry I saw this

and couldn't help myself.

[sentientballofpeas]

Hey everyone! I drew an ibushi poorly.

Will draw more soon.

[the-heron]

this isnt where i go at all but i drew some beep the meep as a thanks to my sweetest of mutuals @i-love-you-very-much for doing me a very kind favor, who asked me a while ago to draw the meep but i never got around to it until now

[unluckedtj]

so. this’ll never be real but i think it’d be silly if kazuma got a small white snake. just to hang out with