#snakelets

[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

[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

[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...

[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 :>

[unfortunate-little-adventures]

hey angel, Husk maybe you guys should have a talk with cherri about being a parent bc I'm concerned that she isn't really happy about that idea rn after finding out about the egg.

Angel: oh! thank you, i'll go talk to her then

(with Cherri)

Angel: hey Cherri?

Cherri: yeah?

Angel: an Anon told me about you not being to exited about the egg

Cherri: oh... yeah...

Angel: wanna talk about it?

Cherri: nah, i don't want to bother you

Angel: you were always there for me, i want to do the same for you

Cherri: okay... i just... you've been less carefree after Ace... and i'm scared that would happen to me...

Angel: oh... thats just a part of parenting Cherri

Cherri: yeah... i just don't know how to...

Angel: how to what?

Cherri: how to parent!

Angel: oh! me and Husk can help you

Cherri: yeah?

Angel: did you think you would be in this alone?

Cherri: kinda

Angel: really!?

Cherri: hey! i'm stressed! i don't even know when they'll hatch!

Angel: want me to search it up?

Cherri: yes please

Angel (on his phone): it says around 2 months, but that might not be accurate as this kiddo probably needs more time to develop, so 2 to 4 months

Cherri: thats not too bad... still have a little time to prepare!

Angel: yeah! thats the spirit! wanna remodel Ace's old nursery for the little snakelet?

Cherri: yeah, lets get started tomorrow!

Angel: sounds good

[starryeyed-snakelet]

sometimes i find myself wanting baby-ish things and completely disregarding my *actual* baby things, which is ridiculous because no walmart baby blanket will ever be Blankie more than the blanket I got at a union meeting when i was 7. No teddy bear will ever be My Teddy Bear more than the penguin i bought at the thrift store when i was 8. Those things are baby things and its silly of me to forget that

[maidot]

finishing another concept of the Shaman/Medu uwu ´wawas.

wawa = baby in quechua (Perú) XD

struggling with painting fabric :,v ugh , i need practice more texture.

[asparoh]

Medusa by Rubens

i really love this painting

-there's a salamander in the bottom left corner with it's paw up like it's saluting

-the snake that's coiled just shy of center has a ferret face, i don't know if it's really painted like that or if it's about perspective but it's a... thing

-between these bad boys lay some really freaky critters; a giant tick and a giant... i wanna say lice, i don't know but imagine the horror of having that on your body sucking blood (on hundredth thought they might be spiders; there's also a scorpion creeping about)

- the orange conjoined twins have membranes on them, they look like the fish who crawled out of the ocean in every biology textbook idk but at least they look benign

-there's a green snake that looks like it's eating a cucumber; it might be molting but it's funnier to think of it as a vegetarian

-there's one snake tail that i first thought might be shitting but on a zoom inspection it might actually give birth to another snake; kinda freaky when you remember snakes lay eggs (so i did a little bit of googling and oh no! snakes can be both oviparous and ovoviviparous meaning some lay eggs and some keep the eggs inside and then they birth live snakeletsTM - apparently that's a word too)

-and the battle of the century - the two bad boys (or ladies) fighting for dominance, territory or whatnot. or eating eachother idk. i initially thought it was a mutual biting situation but it looks like the red one is winning

-it tickles me pink to see that Medusa's blood drops gives birth to little baby snakes

And to the fancy one biting into Medusa's forehead, chill bro, your hinges aren't that big!

[snowbirds-and-snakelets]

i’ve had the idea for a snowjanus fic in my mind recently. basically pliny sr (pup’s dad) and strabo plinth are negotiating an arranged marriage between their sons, because strabo thinks it will help his family assimilate into the capitol and be less ostracised and harrington sr really wants that munitions business because he wants to expand past the navy or something. they haven’t actually solidified anything and are still in the process of working it out and deciding whether or not it’s something they should do, and pliny sr asks pup to talk to sejanus to test the waters if you will. this is the first pup hears about the idea and sejanus currently has no clue about it.

so pup reluctantly asks coriolanus if he can introduce them, and snow is actually fuming over it but he doesn’t show it and tells him it’d probably be better if pup went up to sejanus himself. the plan is that he does it tomorrow, and snow would tell sejanus about it today so he didn’t freak out when pup randomly starts talking possible marriage to him. he’s mostly trying to buy time to sort himself out and push down his feelings. he talks to sejanus about it, silently seething and vindicated when sejanus doesn’t seem all that happy about the idea. they brainstorm ways to get out of it and come up with nothing, so they say goodbye and prepare to meet tomorrow.

there are two ways this goes: one, things don’t go well but none of the three know how to convince the adults not to go through with it. coriolanus is actually going insane and is constantly at the end of his fuse from what he refuses to call jealousy but definitely is, and comes up with the desperate brilliant idea to try and convince strabo not to wed his son off to the harringtons by dating sejanus instead, because if he really wants an in with the capitol, snow’s the way to go. he justifies this because of the plinth fortune and (if we’re going by movie canon) will probably help get him the plinth prize. two, coriolanus has no idea how it goes until pup storms over to him and complains about him ‘keeping secrets’ and ‘why didn’t you just tell me you he was taken?’ and ‘that was so embarrassing why not just say he’s your boyfriend?’. snow is so confused and pup walks away, and when corio and sejanus talk later sej apologises, explaining that he panicked and said it couldn’t work because he was already dating someone. unfortunately, as the only person who talks to him willingly is coriolanus, it was very easy for pup to draw the conclusion that snowjanus real. coriolanus decides that the best course of action is to roll with it, at least until there’s no more chance of the adults going through with the engagement. this is definitely 100% so he can use sejanus for money and get more snacks from his ma not at all because he wants to date him no sir.

either way they’re both fake dating now and have to deal with the epic highs and lows of rich kid highschool as well as the backlash from their classmates. snow is still desperately clinging onto his ‘hatred’ of sejanus by pretending his feelings for sejanus have absolutely nothing to do with the situation, whilst also warring against his pure rage at pup. pup has done nothing and is pretty glad the marriage didn’t work out but you can bet that snow will never get over it because he’s a possessive bastard. classic fake dating shenanigans ensue, as well as the ‘i love them but they can only love me as an act’ angst, requited love but it takes snow a long, long, long time to admit that. would probably be pre-tbosas because it’s harder to think about this occurring alongside the 10th games.

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 8

@augusnippets Day 16 - Humiliation

Word Count: 435

Masterpost

Content: NSFWhump (implied noncon afterwards), coercion, death threats, creepy whumper

~

A shock tears through Ziri's system, abruptly yanking him out of his quasi-hibernation. He wearily looks up at the figure towering above him.

"Good morning, pretty boy~"

He groans and looks at the floor.

"Oh, don't be like that. What, you think I'm just gonna hack at you with an iron axe or something?"

He cringes at the thought.

"Don't be silly. I don't like iron any more than you. And I'm sure you could use a break from the stuff anyway, hm~?"

He likes what they're saying. He doesn't like the way they're saying it.

It doesn't matter. They'll do whatever they want to him anyway. He just sighs in response, continuing to stare blankly at the floor.

"Mm. I'm gonna need a bit more cooperation than that today, pretty boy. That is, if you want to live to see your precious sibling, of course."

He locks eyes with them.

"Y-you.. can't.. kill me."

"Sure I can! All I gotta do is take you to the feywild and put a bullet between your eyes, right? Not like Nerium will care. It'll probably make things easier on them, honestly. No more silly little moral conundrum, they can just lob your body at Janessa and be done with it."

A pit forms in his stomach.

"Might.. come back.."

"I'll put a tracker in you, then. And then I'll find you and kill you again, and again, and again, slower and slower each time, until you finally die for good."

Trembles wrack his exhausted, broken body.

"...Please don't."

With a grin, they step on the base of his leash, forcing his face to stay pressed against their boot.

"That's it. Beg for your life, pretty boy."

"P-please. Please let me live. Please."

"Master. Call me master."

"Please, master." The word feels dirty on his tongue. "Please don't kill me, master."

"Ohh, that's it. Keep going."

He rasps out desperate pleas, terror jolting through him at the sound of a belt unbuckling.

"Ask what I want you to do for me."

"W-what you— what do you want me to do for you, master?"

They let out a breathy laugh. "Tell me you'll do anything."

He grimaces, the weight of his helplessness pressing down on him as he hears the belt pulled from the loops. "I'll.. I'll do anything, master."

"That's what I like to hear." He flinches at the sound of leather striking their palm. "A little birdie told me all you satyrs are sluts. I want you to prove it."

In an embarrassingly small voice, he whimpers, "I'm.. out of practice.."

"Then you better remember quick, huh?"