#snakelets

[novesaur]

coloured this shit twins sketch. eli is not a fan of smoking

[imjustsomebodyelse]

feeling sick 🐍

tw: for something like slight body horror i have no clue how to tag it

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Alien Portrait

The intricate skin of a corn snakelet (Pantherophis guttatus) shot in Somerset in Britain using ultraviolet light. Scientifically proven, snakeskin exhibits a glowing effect under ultraviolet light, a phenomenon that herpetologists have utilized since the late 20th century to locate snakes in the dark.

Photograph: Irina Petrova Adamatzky

2023 Nature Conservancy photo contest

[fisheito]

hiya l'il-- medium?...large?? Assorted Sizes-Guy

oh thanks! i could always use more spices-

. what am i supposed to do with this.

[lookin-reproachfully]

the Hypocrisy of Gramore is that she makes a big deal about her Rule but that’s not how it even works with a lot of predators

There are traps, venoms, patience, ambushes, and more strategies predators use to catch prey

Even chase-based hunters don’t always run down prey fully, they decide based on what lets them profit the most for their effort

To have a Right is not an invitation to Exercise it at every chance you get, Unless you’re telling us that you simply can’t help yourself and that whenever someone runs, you just have to chase them down, I mean they were asking for it, right?

If you’re gonna be a completely fair arbiter of the Hunt, you better grind Nif into paste the next time she runs to run away from a biting chill

What next? Are you gonna prioritize hunting down Eursolon when the two spirits that killed your mate is right there chasing after him? Where do you draw the line? What, do you gnash your apprentice whenever she plays tag or something? Is she even allowed to play rough?

I’m pretty sure you’re just using your Rule as an excuse as part of the conspiracy, but how convenient, right? That the very Truth you choose to cultivate lets you say “Can’t be helped, their fault completely, I was perfectly reasonable…”

Out of all the animals in the world, I’m pretty sure only the human performs Victim Blaming. Other animals just deem it misfortune and move on to continue surviving

[beastsovrevelation]

I had another Good Omens fanfiction dream this morning.

Basically, Crowley was due to give birth. You might ask, Pestilence, what's with you and Crowley being pregnant?.. The answer is, I don't know, and neither does my therapist.

So, Crowley's due to give birth, he's scared and in pain. Beelzebub shows up, along with a few other demons (I guess I'll look through the Key of Solomon, I remember a few have to do with healing). She told him they'll support him. I have a feeling, the dream adhered to my idea that Crowley and Beelzebub are siblings (in spite Beelzebub looking like she does in S2, so Indian).

Crowley had to change to his snake form, because while his human form was male (so he couldn't give birth without surgery, which was too dangerous), his snake form was female. The demons put him in a whelping box (genius idea). Crowley gave birth to either 4 or 6 baby snakes (apparently, they're called snakelets). It was a live birth, which, fun fact, some snakes do give (i think boa constrictors, and snake Crowley kind of looks like one, aside from the colouring). The baby snakes then morphed to human form. I don't think Crowley nearly died, but he lost a lot of blood, and got extremely exhausted. No, it probably wasn't realistic to how snakes actually give birth.

(They were far larger, though)

Oh, and at some point, Aziraphale found out, but someone (possibly Beelzebub) forbade him from coming, because an angel's presence would distress the babies, and they wouldn't take human form. They could also die.

No, I don't think Aziraphale was the "father". The babies were demons, while, according to my headcanons, when an angel procreates with a demon, the baby's an angel, as it's the original form (though, they do retain some demonic features). Maybe, Crowley mated with an actual snake, or something... It would be very Greek and Norse god of him, but what the Heaven, dude... I guess, Beelzebub could act as the litter's she-father, once the two had reconciled. Which, is a word I use for maternal figures who, traditionally, would be considered more paternal. You know, kind of emotionally detached, more provider than carer, often absent, that sort of deal.

This is incoherent, but I only remember fragments. I guess, I will put it down in my notes for the future. I already did. (I'm kind of tempted to write the birth scene, I like writing birth scenes, they're brutal).

Don't you just have a love/hate relationship with when you are already swamped with WIPs, but the Fanfiction Gods send you another vision?..

Also, don't you just hate it when you give birth to a litter of snakelets, with the help of your coworkers, and your estranged sister.

What the Hell do you even name that many damn whelps...

[corduroyserpent]

(cw implied eggpreg)

“Does Master Liu intend to go back on his word?” Zhuzhi-lang brushes his thumb along the soft shell of one of his eggs, removing a speck of dirt. The little ones have taken the trip to Bai Zhan Peak well enough but they’re still many weeks too young to hatch, anything can happen between now and then. “This humble one was under the impression that you would take responsibility.”

“Who said I wouldn’t?” Liu Qingge’s eyes are a touch wider than usual, trained on the half-dozen oblong eggs Zhuzhi-lang has removed from a padded box.

All six of them are stuck together. It makes it easy to gently lift the entire clutch. Zhuzhi-lang cups them in his hands. He’s not exactly holding them out towards Liu Qingge, too protective to allow anyone else to take them, but he tilts his hands so that Liu Qingge can get a good look.

“Those are all”—Liu Qingge swallows, stern expression wavering for a brief moment—“mine?”

“Of course.” 

“There are six.”

“Yes,” Zhuzhi-lang says patiently. He understands that the number must be shocking. A serpent demon of his caliber tends to lay far more. “Just a small clutch this time. At least half should survive.”

Liu Qingge’s sharp brows pinch. “Why not all of them?”

“Well—”

“Give them here.” Liu Qingge takes his outer robe off and bundles it up, ready to keep the eggs safe within. “I will ensure they all survive.”

Zhuzhi-lang blinks, surprised but pleased, and gingerly passes them over. It seems he will be able to make a father out of Liu Qingge yet.

[snowbirds-and-snakelets]

if i had a nickel for every snowjanus fic i’ve read where felix is used narratively to make coriolanus jealous i’d have three nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened thrice

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Masterpost

Synopsis: After 20-odd years of hoping and praying to escape his captor, Ziri finally gets his wish. Soon enough, he wants nothing more but to return to her.

Chapters and Characters below the cut:

Chapters

Like Flicking a Switch (Whumptember Day 11 - "One last favor, then I'll leave you alone", knife, sacrificing themself)

A Burden Shared, More Withheld (Whumptember Day 2 - "I can't do this alone", dried blood)

Chapter 1 (AoW Day 1 - Risk)

Chapter 2 (AoW Day 2 - Cry for Help)

Chapter 3 (AoW Day 7 - Promise, Guilt)

Chapter 4 (AoW Day 17 - Stress Position) (Augusnippets Day 7 - Drowning)

Chapter 5 (AoW Day 27 - Proof) (Augusnippets Day 4 - Vivisection)

Chapter 5 (cont'd) (Augusnippets Day 8 - Protective Caretaker, Found Family)

Chapter 6 (AoW Day 9 - Caged) (Augusnippets Day 9 - Overheating)

Chapter 7 (Augusnippets Day 10 - Begging for Mercy) (AoW Day 12 - Anger)

Chapter 8 (Augusnippets Day 16 - Humiliation)

Chapter 9 (Randowhump Birthday Prompt 4 and 14 - Wings and Hallucinations)

Characters

Ziri Kai (aka Koios Pan)

Pronouns: he/him

Species: winged snampire (snake vampire) satyr

Role: Whumpee; captive of Janessa, and later Nerium

Zop

Pronouns: they/them

Species: sea elf and lightning drake fusion

Role: Caretaker; Ziri's siblings trapped with him to keep him happy-ish and obedient

Janessa Vurbone

Pronouns: she/her

Species: human

Role: Whumper, later Carewhumper; extremely possessive of Ziri, but at least she has standards.

Nerium

Pronouns: they/them

Species: pixie

Role: Whumper; kidnaps Ziri from Janessa, they and their friends don't have quite the same standards

Ol' Moldy

Pronouns: she/her

Species: green hag

Role: Whumper; tried and failed to kidnap Ziri as a kid and just so happens to be one of Nerium's "friends" now

[theweirdcobrakaifan]

The cobra clan

Tonight, as the shadows deepened, the city transformed into a realm of darkness and despair, amplifying the suffocating weight of failure that clung to him. Sheets of rain whipped against the cracked, worn pavement of Los Angeles. The water pooled into Terry Silver's feet as he struggled down the dimly lit street in his black coat with silver buttons and black pants. The meeting he'd been to had long since turned into just a vain critique of incompetence. Under his breath, he could hear a stream of cursing as droplets hit off of his black umbrella. Just 31 yet weary from the burdens of being a CEO at Dynatox Industries, he felt the pressure of expectations suffocating him.

Tonight, the city was a realm of darkness and despair, and the lengthening shadows made the suffocating weight of failure clinging to him even heavier. And then he heard it-muffled cries, raw and desperate, echoing down the alleyway. Terry instinctively froze. His well-honed instincts, honed through years of war and combat, flared within him, compelling him to investigate.

Peering well into the mouth of the alley, he saw a boy—Dennis. The boy, ten years old, was hunched over, a black sweater torn, a blue jacket hanging precariously off his thin frame. Dennis's curly black hair was matted, possibly from the rain or the blood that seeped from cuts on his brow. He looked up with wide brown eyes clouded by fear yet lit with an ember of something else altogether: hope.

Terry's heart twisted as he approached the boy. He knelt beside Dennis and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hey, buddy, you alright?" The boy didn't respond; instead, he shuddered, attempting to pull himself to his feet, each movement a reminder of the vicious beating he had endured.

No sooner had Terry begun to raise his voice to continue his rescue than another faint sound met his ears. It was a whisper, almost breathless and indistinguishable, from farther down the alley. Curious, he turned, driven by some unnamed compulsion.

That's when he saw the second boy. Snake a boy no older than eight, with disheveled brown hair and large, sad brown eyes was leaning against the cool brick wall, his gray jacket ripped and his jeans soiled by dirt and grime. He looked up at Terry with the same kind of hope that lit up Dennis's eyes, though in his, it was more of a flicker in an already extinguished candle.

“Help," Snake whispered, his voice no louder than the rain. The word was a lifeline thrown into Terry's churning heart.

In that moment, something inside of Terry shifted. Here were two lost souls in need of saving. Perhaps he could heal their wounds as much as they could mend his apparently endless unrest. Gently, he scooped both boys into his arms, their fragile bodies fitting perfectly against his frame. A wry, bitter smile ghosted across his lips. "Well, isn't this a lucky day," he muttered under his breath, as if more to convince himself than them. "Two little snakelet to take care of.

As he cradled them against his chest, Terry felt an overwhelming surge of protectiveness wash over him. Both boys looked up at him, their eyes round with revering eyes that sent an unfamiliar thrill coursing through him. He was a soldier, a man molded by adversity, and he recognized that devotion-the kind derived from being saved when all hope seemed lost.

Yet, even as he marched away from the alley, a gnawing sensation tugged at the back of his mind. He had been on the receiving end many a time of such zeal. Memories of his own past swirled to the fore, of a man and friend who had once pulled him from the brink of despair and shaped him into a soldier worthy of respect, molded him into the man he was today,well he mostly did it himself but if it wasn’t for this friend this hero terry would not be here tonight A bittersweet ache settled within him. The line between savior and dictator was perilously thin; it could easily skew toward obsession if left unchecked,he really need some cocaine when he gets home

The town was dark, with only flickering streetlights, the streets echoing with emptiness that matched the hollow churn of his stomach. Under the weight of responsibility, Terry turned toward the Ennis House, his inherited residence veiled in both beauty and severity. It loomed above him, an intimidating structure steeped in shadows, like a guardian of secrets.

As they reached the entrance, the boys peered up at him, their eyes glimmering with trust and trepidation. The heavy front door creaked open, and Terry ushered them inside. The rain dripped off him, pooling at his feet, echoing slightly in the cavernous foyer.

"Welcome home," he said, his voice low and dangerous. They were now his—their loyalty locked in place by the threads of gratitude.

Yet in him, the fear of that impending obsession stayed. And as he stood in the dark ambient corners of the huge mansion, looking down at the children nestled in his grasp, fragile yet fierce in their yearning for something they had lost, a question came to him,would he raise them to be devoted, or keep them in check by the very thing that had once saved his own life?

Outside, the rain continued, but in the confines of his house, his mind was a heavy mist impregnated with the seeds of care, which could flower into an obsession. Terry Silver saved them, but who would save him?

@isindismay I have finally wrote it

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[giraffetdick]

Getting horny during a checkup is so fucking embarrassing but like. Imagine the doctor is also just your coworker and you see each other every day. He doesn't see that many people and he Will remember how having his hands on your chest made you blush. He thinks about it every night.

[novesaur]

snavid and sneli 🐍🐍

[wiresdraws]

Say hi to Sprout! He's just a lil' guy and he WILL steal your snacks. Poor baby flies like a buzzed bumblebee, but he's trying his best.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Harry is sorted into Slytherin. Nothing goes according to plan.

Author: @shanastoryteller

Note from submitter: One of the best Slytherin Harry fics I've read. Maybe even the best

[pavo-ocxllus]

i find it really funny that in a bunch of fics (no shade btw love y'all) kuroo tends to call [y/n] "kitten."

the high school i go to has falcons as the mascot... u really telling me that if i date the volleyball team captain that they're gonna call me "eyass"? 💀💀

idk if people already said smth abt that but i just wanted to share it out-

[bakerysnake]

whenever youre free i wannaa hear moree about alexxx and youuu 🤍🤍🤍

okay okay so

here's a link to a carrd i made for alex (that way you know what he looks like at least)

me as an idol: - composer, producer + kind of writes lyrics? (barely ever) - dancer! and choreographer - in a group, no solo work beyond song writing for other artists

idol alex: - boy group, also a solo artist - composer, producer, lyricist - rapper + sub-vocalist - yk those idols who stay late after practice and spend late nights in their studios? him - v v dedicated to getting better at dancing especially - soothing singing voice, small range - sounds amazing singing in pop rap songs - his solo work leans more towards k-hiphop than kpop - we've collabed on a song before <3

us secretly dating: - HE'S SO BAD AT HIDING IT - zen you have no idea exactly how terrible he'd be at hiding it - boy gets sooo blushy and red it's insane - so in public he kinda avoids me entirely - even tries to avoid thinking abt me if he's on camera - this def changes as the relationship goes on but in the beginning, oh lord, he's a mess - we met and started talking when our groups covered a song together for some award show - the song we collabed on came a bit less than a year later - we spent so much time (over)thinking abt whether fans would guess we're dating or not, so we finished the final version much later than we thought we would - we've both got a more personal version of the song saved (for our ears only <3) - AND AND!! SITTING IN THE STUDIO TOGETHER SQUISHED NEXT TO EACH OTHER WHILE WE WORK - STAYING LATE CAUSE WE HAVE NO SCHEDULE FOR THE NEXT DAY AND WE TAKE A BREAK & WHEN I COME BACK FROM GETTING A CUP OF WATER I FIND ALEX ASLEEP ON THE COUCH (i mean, he says it's big enough and comfortable enough so let's both spend the night in the studio) (true to alex's word, the couch is comfortable enough and our backs and necks don't hurt in the morning) - when we're recording together we keep some of the parts we won't use in the final song just cause we like how the other person sounded there - SENDING EACH OTHER SNIPPETS OF OUR TRACKS WHEN WE GET HIT WITH SUDDEN INSPO AND MOTIVATION TYPING LIKE THIS! IN ALL CAPS! CAUSE WE'RE SO EXCITED - sending our schedules so we can see when we're free to call for a bit - watching each other's vlives and teasing abt the fan service (he, yet again, gets embarrassed abt it <3 i like to think i'd take it in stride but who knows)

mm yes that's all i can think of for now :>