#snake priestess

[pulpsandcomics2]

Snake Priestess by David Gaillet

[thesorceresstemple]

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Days 870-872

Wanna see a snake lady?

Well here we go.

This is snake priestess, a fanservant of mine. She's sorta like Jaguar Warrior in the sense that she's a bunrei (a divided spirit coming from a bigger deity) but originating from Quetzalcoatl rather then Tezcatlipoca like Jaguar Warrior did. A devoted follower to Quetz who's also worryingly sadistic for some reason. She's mostly a joke character in the same way as Jag. Ending up in funny slapstick scenarios.

Hope you guys like the idea.

(Also her funny snake onesie)

[batcrooks]

a line-up of the "main characters" of the Museum Squad! Or the Museum Friends. Or the Museum Scouts? I don't know what they're called but they're a bunch of art history objects that live in a Museum and they have art history adventures!!! in the group pic from left to right: Bastet, Haniwa, Dogū, Minoan Snake Priestess, Jizō, and Colima Dog. Most of them are just named after what they are, but I need to name the minoan snake priestess I think. Maybe just Minoa? Her snakes are definitely Lefty and Righty

[marilettisuccubi]

[thrpr0phetuseek]

ooc: I see the anons are still tormenting Tir - feel free to save this until after or place it in a separate time. Up to you! (Spoilers for the Ithaca saga, of course. When does a man become a monster? /silly)

Time in the underworld was imperceptible. Somehow, against that well-known fact, this break felt longer. Odysseus had been gone; his voice silent and his presence invisible. The only remaining piece of him was the seashell threaded charm that clicked on Tiresias' staff when shifted.

Then, he was back. The king stepped onto the island with sandal-clad feet, approaching the prophet with a small, weak smile. His cape is back, clipped over his shoulder with an old pin he had long forgotten. The depiction of the owl had been carved away, redesigned with scales.

"Hey there, star." He greets. Odysseus' voice is heavy with the weight of so much left unsaid. Tales of monsters and mistakes. Mortal and familiar. His heart is still fighting against his mind each night, and his eyes reflect the tiredness. Guilt clawing silently at scars.

[ the prophet, sat at the bottom of one of the cliff faces, barely moved. Even looking up, it didn’t feel like they even were looking. Everything about them seemed just as tired, but they seemed more broken than before, and their voice reeked of desperation to get out of their self-fed isolation ]

“What? Who—? Oh. Ody. Oh not now, please love, I can’t— not today, okay. You’re tired and I’m— . . . you don’t need to keep visiting, now. After everything. You made it back. Go enjoy your time, will you? Be with your family. For me.”

[comparativetarot]

The High Priestess. Art by Alexandria Huntington, from The Nameless One.

[hard----onthe-outside]

@madame-paradoxsa-3

[invincibella]

you’re headed for heaven, the sweet old hereafter

and I’ve got one foot in the door

but before I can fly up, I’ve loose ends to tie up

right here, in the old there-before

the high priestess: the guardian of the subconscious mind. the teacher of sacred knowledge and hidden mysteries. she appears when the veil between this world and the other world is thin.

[missagonyy]

Snake Girl Sketch - Based on Minoan Snake Priestess.

This one took me two hours to draw, but she really came out beautifully.

[dingberg]

Happy Valentine's Day! And also happy anniversary to Uyo's big redesign from last year.

To celebrate, here's the 11-page guide Uyo created to teach everyone about her religion. Though English isn't her native language, so she had to get some help with localization.

Alright, breaking character, this was a lot of fun to write. As the first page hints at, this is a guide with an unreliable author. Basically, Manetoa told her a few things before going back to sleep, and Uyo let her imagination run wild and filled in the rest on her own. Everything's been so filtered through Uyo's rose-tinted perception and personal desires that it's impossible to distinguish fact from fiction anymore. Heck, there's not even any guarantee that Manetoa's words to her weren't a little embellished as well...

Uyo believes in her perception of Manetoa so fervently, and Manetoa is so powerless to try to wrangle her, that it's basically become more her religion than his. And if fervent belief and worship can empower gods to change reality, maybe the same can be true for mortals...

[mlady-magnolia]

Behold, Acheron the Storm Serpent, priestess of a Guardian Naga, Circle of Storms Druid, and also minor domestic terrorist

I’m not sorry @i-am-a-fan for blowing up that building.

[thesorceresstemple]

[fennefoxa]

Winter is leaving and the bare branches of the trees will soon bloom again

[my-plastic-life]

The final stop for today: Obtaining omikuji!

Omikuji are paper strips with fortunes written on them. To obtain an omikuji, one makes a small offering and usually shakes a square pillar box or a cylinder box with long and pulls out a thin stick called “mikuji-bo,” which will have a number on it. Match the number from the stick to provided boxes nearby and draw the omikuji of the number written on the stick. At some shrines, after drawing a number, one takes the number to a miko (shrine priestess) and she will provide the matching fortune. That's what Kiku is doing here. If good luck is received, take the omikuji home to keep the luck with you. If you receive a bad fortune, you can tie the omikuji to a pine tree or scaffolding nearby to leave the bad luck behind. Let's hope Kiku got something good!

[asketchcat]

Imagine if I had the time to draw a comic with them