#snek in a bottle

[projectniko]

Hopefully I can resume drawing more celestial brush gods and continuing Okami after christmas. I love this snake in a bottle.

[queen-of-meows]

Excuse of the day : can't write because I'm so cold I need to be wholly buried under 6 feet of warm blankets.

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

man yaorochi is cool

[captainseamech]

A terrible mistake to rest and observe upon a tree, hovering over water. Cracking of wood, of small rocks rolling down the hill. Oh-- Yikes, there went the snake, in the water with a big splash. As soon as he fell into the cold water, he slithered out with speed he didn't know he owned. Within an instant the golden bellied mechanical snake shot out of the water, crashing his big snout straight into a Mech's legs. In his panicked state, his first reaction was to strike and he latched his sharp row of teeth at the Mech's leg. Meanwhile the rest of his body curled and tried to wrap around the Mech. His whole row of scales rattled from the cold of the water, and to try expelling the rest of it out of his systems.

             Out of many things High Tide expected to see when coming out of water, being bitten by a giant snake in his leg was definitely not one of them. Letting out a husky roar of pain, he almost stumbled and fell if it weren’t for his momentarily focus at the snake. Could that be a... beastformer?

             “H-Hang in there! I’ll get’cha out o’ this!” Taking hold of the majority of the elongated body and allowing the remainder to wrap around his waist, the sea mech took a few long steps to get out of water, hissing a few times due to the sharp pain in his leg. Once on land, he let out a deep ex-vent and placed most of the long body down on dry land. “Ay, let go of me now!”

[affableramen]

Very h*rny headcanons on Genshin chars Prt 2

Tags: 18+ pleeeeease, reader gender not specified, (well, only in the end abt pregnancy)

Chars: Dr. Snek 🐍

• Baizhu can’t take you rough. He just can’t. You need to assist him in that. In fact, he loves when you guide him, wrapping your legs around his waist and teasingly rubbing your crotch against his. You love seeing him lose control, but to get there you gotta put lots, lots of effort. Baizhu won’t take you roughly until he is filled with horniness to the brim. He needs to be extra hot in order to fulfill this naughty wish of yours. To help him out and encourage him, you might rub him from behind while he sits at his desk, or you might go to the length of sucking him beneath it. Baizhu is quite sensitive to oral, so if you want him to really punish you, start from making a mess out of him instead. You will get what you deserve.

• Doctor likes to be ridden. Missionary is his number one, but oh, archons— the way your hips grind against him drives him insane. He can experience dry orgasm just by you humping him, and both of you will be satisfied.

• He is very embarrassed by this little whim of his, however he likes when you hand him during work. He makes sure Qiqi doesn’t guess a thing. But the way you’d hide beneath his desk and “play” with his pantysnake brings him so much satisfaction that his face goes red. He will probably never let you know, but he dreams of being touched by you during his working hours even if it is so inappropriate. Well, rules are made to be broken.

• Unlike Pantalone who doesn’t trust anyone to the fullest, even his s/o, Baizhu is ready to shift control into your hands. He adores to be taken by you, cause he knows you will impress his ass. He will guide and comment but mostly what you’ll hear from him are soft sighs, quiet whimpers and lots of “…Yes, right there… you’re so good at this.”

• Sometimes Baizhu has an “evil” side and something about you makes him tick. Naturally, he is in for kinky stuff. He will quietly chuckle “…Let it be a secret, darling. Don’t ruin my masterpiece” while he is tying you up thoroughly. He goes to his cupboard and grabs a bottle of finest warming lube, to provide you with unforgettable 40 minutes fingering / handjob, edging and keeping you in place as you squirm and cream. And when you say “What about you? I want to please you too”, he will tell you he already had three dry orgasms but never showed you.

• Baizhu is a silent moaner but mostly because he doesn’t want Qiqi or herbalist Gui to witness your personal bed fights. Sometimes not sure if he enjoyed it you will ask him whether or not he is satisfied with whichever you were doing. He will caress your cheek in deep surprise and reply “Of course I did! How could I not?”

• He loves quickies. He is a busy man so quick fuck is a life-saver. But even a quick orgasm becomes very pleasurable in the hands of this pharmacist. He is just too good for this world.

• Aphrodisiac !? - Baizhu prefers to not use this, however moods are fluctuating. You don’t mind a bit and he is happy to serve. One day he was too exhausted and mistook the capacity, so it became so stimulating to him he freaked out seeing himself overflowing with come. You were delighted, though!You lost count how many times he shot that day. And it was one of rare moments when he was actually loud. The next morning after a very passionate long-lasting night, to tell the truth, both of you could barely feel your legs and Baizhu was so clumsy he couldn’t find his eyeglasses.

• Protection! Everywhere and always. Baizhu likes taking precautions and not only it is hygienic and cleaner, he doesn’t want you to worry over pregnancy. After both of you haven’t seen each other due to business at work and Baizhu certainly wanted to pump every last drop for you to see how he wanted you, you can witness used condoms all over the room as evidence of your longing.

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

[Image Description: A monochrome piece with three simplified character heads and text between them. A simplified Meursault head on the left, a simplified Don Quixote with sparkly eyes and a smile on the right, and the Queen of Hatred's base form on top. The text in the middle reads: Defines themselves by seeking happiness/love through "usefulness" and/or "purpose", primarily through selflessly serving others, and having some (hidden) fear/resentment over the idea of being "useless" and "thrown away" as a result. End description.]

Woe, "Queen of Hatred E.G.O (In the Name of Love and Hate) for both Meursault and Don" Propaganda be upon ye.

Something I've noticed while I was ruminating about Meur and Don's possible "attunement" with the Queen of Hatred abno,with how much the "Don should have QoH E.G.O" and "Meur should have QoH E.G.O" groups have been getting louder lately lmao. Who says we can't have both?

Both of them could synchronize with the funny snek magical girl more than they'd care to admit... Y'know, might as well copy-paste my thoughts on QoH Meur, considering how many people have written whole-ass dissertations about QoH Don.

Copy-Pasted from Discord:

QoH seems to define herself by "usefulness" or "purpose". When there's evil in the world, she has a purpose! She's happy to serve, in the name of Love, when there's a villain on the loose! But without evil, without a villain, she's "useless", and risks being… thrown away.

QoH seeks Love (and technically Happiness, though that's technically more King of Greed), while Meur has been attempting to seek happiness. QoH is eager to serve, until she is considered "useless" and goes ballistic, while Meur tends to obey without complaint and both has difficulty expressing his emotions and was probably taught to repress them heavily, and probably feels some bottled-up resentment over the idea of being discarded…

Copy-Paste End.

Does any of that make sense or am I just looking too deep into what most people I've seen consider just a joke/meme lmao. It's PMoon, who knows rofl.

[esthetiqueillusion]

Taste - Messmer x Tarnished (fluffy smut)

Tarnished is a female here. Mostly fluff with a tiny little dose of smut *wink wink*, Tarnished is a little bratty, Messmer as a snek is a little tease.

Two introverts sitting in the tower, working together with noses in books. Cosy and warm. Well, maybe too warm.

Big ornate door to the chamber – up the stairs in a tower behind the throneroom – was closed shut. The chamber where in old times of cruscade Messmer the Impaler and his most trusted Fire Knights held council meetings. Now with the war long subdued but not gone, this room became a cancellaria for ruling Lord, his private chamber. That now was locked firmly behind highly decorated doors. Ghost-servants and knights were knowing well to not disturb their Lord with any trivial matter today.  

But not me.  

All morning I was collecting wild berries from the fields, and with a little help of the cook I baked delicious berry cupcakes. Leaving big portions for the knights that were coming from patrols and duties, I took a few into a basket and grabbed a bottle of wine from the cellar. Being here for so long and moving freely around the castle, I got familliar with every corner of Shadow Keep, so it took me a short time to walk from the kitchens to the throneroom and up the stairs to the private chamber of Messmer. As expected he was surprised by seeing me, but by smile ghosting on his lips and light shining in his eye I could tell he was happy.  

Messmer holed himself here to work on translating the notebook about ancient dragons, topic so interesting that right away he started telling me about fascinating things he discovered.  Eating and laughing, talking and listening – time flew and we never grow tired of each other presence. From the Specimen Storageroom I brought books on the topics that interested me so we could sit and work together.  

And so time flew by, the sun started hiding behind the horizon, darkness slowly enveloping the world. Messmer lit the candles so the shade of evening became cosy and warm.  

However maybe too warm. The fire casted fiery reflections on Messmer’s  red hair as if his locks were pure flame itself, that flew slightly  like lava when he moved even lightly. His face – the aristocratic profile with high cheekbones, straight nose and perfect features was contoured in pure concentration as he read, eye moving actively on the texts. Shapely lips were rosy from wine - bitten from time to time, when he wrote the notes in quil. 

I had some troubles with concentration.  

The hand that with elegant gesture hold  quil, the slim long fingers, veiny forearms... 

- Is something wrong?  

The soft velvety voice all of sudden. Messmer put down the quil and looked at me with a smile hiding in the corner of his lips.  

I felt the heat on my cheeks, embarrased by being caught in admiring him as if he was a work of art.  

- Uhm, no, nothing – I squeaked, licking lips nervously and taking a hold of my book.  

However I felt his gaze, it bore into me like a jet of hot air. The work seemed impossible anymore. I closed the book with too loud slam that startled the snakes and I stood from the table.  

- May I? - I gestured toward his notes and not waiting for invitation went up to him.  

Even while sitting, he was still slightly taller than me standing.  

I tried to concentrate and look through his work, beautiful calligraphed sentences, the graphics of dragons copied from original text... But standing so near, feeling the heat emanating from him was even worse.  

The hand I used to bring papers closer to me, rested on the side of the table, but suddenly I felt Messmer fingers enveloping mine and pulling sligtly so I could turn toward him.  

Looking at him up close like this, seeing the perfect features of his face lighten up by warm candle flames of our work chamber, the shapely lips that  now upturned into a soft smile, the eye that glowed not golden grace but the light of his own fire.  

- I did want to thanketh thee f'r being h're – Messmer said quietly, squeezing my hand, pulling me slightly closer to him so that I was standing almost between his long legs.  

- Oh, sure, I just thought we could work together today, you know, be more productive and motivate each other to do more – I rambled. Stupid, I should get used to his closeness by now. We kissed a few times before. Sure it was short. Sure, it was not in so private places like this right now but still... 

- Nay.  I meanteth: being h're with me, in the Shadow Keep – Messmer cocked his head and still holding me, lift his other hand toward my face. With delicate breeze-like movement he grazed fingers over my cheek and tuced a lock of hair behind my ear – staying with me. 

- W-well.. Thank you for letting me... - I suttered - I still think that’s the best thing ever happened to me in the Lands Between – but I was still shy about having such relationship with a demigod. But truly, it made me really happy to know that not all is lost, that the world can be build anew not with tricks and charm spells but with faith, effort and trust.  

I saw him smile at my words and felt the pull to be closer to him.  

I looked at his lips and unconciously licked mine. His eye shot for a moment there trailing the movement.  

- I can sayeth the same about thee – Messmer said in a low voice, his fingers trailing soft circles around my hand he was holding, ridiculously small comparing to his.  

Not controlling myself I lift my free hand and let my fingers weave into his hair, the colour gleaming like liquid fire. Fingertips brushed the skin of his face and he turned towards them, inching closer, nuzzling into my hand. His long red eyelashes casted such beautiful shades... I felt soft skin of his cheek, slightly parted lips, hot puffs of air he breathed... Looking at me with half-lidded eye, he slowly inched lower and kissed my inner wrist where the pulse beat faster and faster by the minute.  

Couldn’t wait any longer, feeling his soft lips on my skin I leaned into him, toward his face, needing to be closer, to feel this softness once more. He also inched toward me till we were within reach of breath and finally finally we kissed.  

A soft touch, delicate but tingling, buzzing with eletricity.  

Soon the kiss became more bold and raw. I felt hot pulse in my ears, wild beating of my heart. My hands found their way to his broad shoulders, flow through his fiery red hair pulling at them to bing him closer, touched hot skin of his neck, kissing him with rising ferocity.  

His hands firstly were almost hesitant, placed around my waist, however I felt his fingertips twitching - as if he wanted to embrace me tighter,  crush me in his arms and burn with blissfully touch.  

Suddenly I sensed something smooth sliding on my legs and then felt a slight press on the back of my knees. I lost balance and landed on Messmer’s lap, knees on either side of his hips. Breaking the kiss and looking down I saw his snakes drifting innocently near us. That was their doing. Did Messmer not controlled them? 

I arched my brow, looking at him, with a shade of smile in the corners of kiss-swollen lips.  

- Uhm, forgive me... - he said quietly with voice hoarse and dripping with want, with arousing blush on his pale skin and slightly tousled hair, looking everywhere but not me in the eye.  

- Do I look angry? - with hands resting on his chest I felt how wildly his heart was beating – It's a lot more comfy like that – I assured in a whisper, smiling and inching closer.  

Messmer tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me stronger toward him, his snakes coiling and wraping around us, as if they were ropes that binds us together. As if they were Messmer’s unconcious part, demonstrating what he deeply want but didn’t dare acknowledge it even before himself.  

Slowly I kissed corner of his mouth, his jaw, inching towards the neck. It was easy without his armor and helmet, as he was only in light red and golden robes. Soft lips landed on his neck, feeling under skin pulse that beat faster and faster. He smelt like burnt wood and some spice, exotic and dark, with a hint of wild wind and ashes.  

I pressed closer to him feeling his collarbones, shoulders, arms, torso - the steely muscles, skin that felt so hot even through material of his tunic. As I explored, his breathing increased and his hold on me tightened.  Slowly his stiff muscles began to relax. And his fingers started moving around my body - feeling my breasts, so small in his enourmous hands, inching lower and lower around my butt and thighs, clawing and squeezing with skin-bruising power. 

Being manhandled like that, loosen up the tension in my body, making me putty in his hands, ready for him to shape me as he want.  

Soon his hands found their way under my dress, hooking the material and exposing my legs. Long slightly calloused fingers explored softness of my inner thighs for the first time. What started as slow sensual movement, soon changed – his hands became more insistent, greedy, hungry. I moaned into his neck and grinded instincitvely, feeling his heavy breathing near my head, as he responded by grinding his hips up into me, his steely thigh muscles tightening at movement.  

I wanted more.  

His hand under my dress slowly and delicately went up up higher till he felt my folds and building up wetness. Experimentaly moving up and down, circling – I writhed more and more.  

- Messmer... - I whispered between kisses on his neck. 

- Thou art so impatient, my Lady – he murmured in a low velvety voice near my ear, hot air brushing my cheek and red locks tickling  skin.  

And then I bit him.  

He quivered, the hand he kept on my waist tightening even more, dugging his nails into my skin so hard I was sure it drew blood. I licked the bite mark I made on his neck and drunk on his touch, smell, taste, closeness I whispered: 

- Messmer... my Lord... I need more of you, please... 

I felt low rumbling in his chest, as he almost moaned. And then he grabbed my chin and pulled me toward his face, in a glimpse of time I saw lust hooded eyes and red lips bitten by me or himself. He crashed his mouth on mine in a feral kiss, at the same time sliding fingers of his other hand into wetness between my legs, deep beyond my folds, where I wanted him the most.  

I moaned loudly into his lips, the sensation of his long slim finger finally moving inside me pairing with the feral kiss was euphoric. Soon the second finger followed and I kissed him as if possessed. His warmth and tight, crushing-strong embrace, open-mouthed kisses with tongue and teeth made me moaning and grinding on his fingers like a bitch. Too quickly kisses became sloppy, and I broke from his lips.  

- Fuck.. - I mewled closing my eyes, sensing my peak becoming closer and closer.  

Messmer’s fingers never stopped, exploring, scissoring, curling inside,  learning how to play me with utmost mastery. His other hand grabbed my hair but not gently as before in soft brushing movements, this time he pulled hard, the stingy pleasure shot through me as he pulled my head from his neck and directed it so that he could see me fully.  

- Look at me – he commanded hoarsly, fingers between my legs slowed slightly.  

Eyelashes fluttered and I opened my eyes to look into his face pleadingly, with want to continue.  I was so so wet, I was sure I was dripping on this robes.  

- M-mmm... 

- Yes? - he asked looking at me with half-lidded eyes and smug smile.  

- M-Messmer, please...  

- Please, what?  

- M-my Lord... Please, more.. - My voice broken and cracked a little. 

- As mine own Lady Consort wishes - he hummed and smirked obviously pleased and doubled his efforts, part of his hand pressed and circled my clit. I moaned in a low voice starting to feel the tingling feeling in my abdomen. 

- Closeth not thy eyes, seeth who is't gives thee such pleasure – he said in a silky murmuring voice and I obeyed. Looking at him with hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, parted swollen lips - seeing his face so dark with desire, greed and wanting, triumph even, mouth slightly bitten in concentration, hair tousled but still framing his face beautifully with demigod grace. Seeing the marks on his neck I left.  

His hand travelled from my hair to my waist, being so big he easily manhandled me increasing his movements, impaling me on his fingers.  

- Ah! 

That almost sent me on the edge. My head dropped and eyes shut.  

Messmer murmured something, slowing slightly. I knew he wanted to see me fully, to see my reaction, the pleading and want for him in my eyes when he’s giving me pleasure. But I was just a weak tarnished girl, I reacted instincively on the sudden godly bliss kick.  

Then something smooth slided near my head, wrapped itself around my hair and pulled so my head was straight again - my face in moments of highest pleasure in full view for Messmer to see. Now I couldn’t look away.   

Constant movement, my moans and writhing, I fought with want to close my eyes as my peak keep inching closer. I panted and grinded like a whore, his long fingers filling me so perfectly, the look on his face so delicious - bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine so dark, loving and lustful as he wanted to devour me here and now. 

- Yes.. Look at me my Elden Lady... - he murmured wickedly lucious.  

 Soon I almost screamed, fluttering around him and squirting, never breaking the eye contact. He looked so satisfied, so smug  hungrily absorbs the view before him as if he was fighting the need to throw me on the floor and fuck me silly.  

Fingers still moved prologing my peak, till my beathing slowed and oversensitivity became unbearable. I brought my hand to stop the moving of his, and he slowly pulled out his fingers from between my legs. The weird feeling of emptiness was soon forgotten when Messmer lifted his hand toward his lips. I’m sure I was red as scarlet rot, and looked so messy as some victim of the frenzied flame.  

But he hummed pleased, still looking at me with unfaltering desire and want. - Delicious thou art, my Elden Lady – his silky dark voice was delectable.  

Claiming such title was still foregin to me but using it seemed enormously pleasing for him.  

After he licked his fingers clean, I saw a little of my fluid left on his lips. On impulse I leaned down and licked the remains of me from his lips. His grip on my hips tightened momentarily and through half-closed eyes he looked at me like he wanted to eat me here and now.  

Suddenly we heard loud steps at the bottom of the stairs. Someone was going up to our chamber.  

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I've been writing a big piece for Messmer and Tarnished, where our snek demigod has a chance for a happy ending (for now I have only a few chapters, it's still a work in progress, but I'll probably post it here in the future :). Messmer deserves all the love and hugs ₊˚⊹

[aroaceloverofgarlicbread]

Hello

My old introduction message was not very good so I’m gonna do a new one.

But first off, don't send me donation asks. I do not have enough money or a big enough following to where it will help you, and the only thing it’s gonna accomplish is making people feel bad without actually doing anything. If you send one, it will be deleted. You can however send an ask to @maybeiexistprobably and I will answer there

Hello. My name is TheAroaceGarlicBreadLover, I am an INFP aroace, and this is my blog where I will primarily talk about aspec stuff, but possibly other things as well rarely. And even though this blog is primarily intended to be for aspec people, basically anyone is accepted here as long as you don’t discriminate against others. However, I mostly direct all my posts at aspec people (Such as most of my polls being directed at aspec people specifically and having one option for non-aspec people in general), so you may feel a bit left out if you’re not.

https://en.pronouns.page/@GarlicBreadAAAAA

I am an introvert, and not very good at being social and talking to people, so i may be a bit awkward to talk to and I’m not very self confident so I often change my mind instantly after posting something and delete it right after so if you see me having posted something and then it’s gone, that’s probably why, and if it’s not deleted then I have most likely edited the post several times (Such as this entire part being something I put in after posting this)

This I tend to write very long messages very often to make sure I convey everything I wanna convey, so sorry about that.

My interests outside of mentioning that I’m aroace every 5 seconds are mostly writing stories, Playing Minecraft (Mostly being in fan-made life series if you know what that is, but it’s pretty niche so I doubt anyone will), and anything related to Undertale/Deltarune (I love UT/DR so much, I am absolutely obsessed with it), including AUs and such, and I’m also interested in just playing other video games as well, but Minecraft, Undertale, and Deltarune are my favorite ones.

I am openly Aroace both irl and online, so basically everyone who knows me pretty well also knows that I’m aroace at this point, although no one except my close friends and such in my school knows, as some people there are a bit queerphobic. I live in Europe.

I am okay with suggestive jokes and stuff like that, but only from other people who are also minors. People that aren’t minors can still follow and interact with me, but then don’t make suggestive jokes please.

Hope you have a good time here!

LORE (Not really):

I have 3 worms thanks to i-give-worms

I have also have giant orange fuzzy worm pet

I have an apple

I also have too many kiwis - 502

I have a curse where all my Garlic Bread also contains onions, but it can be fixed by using silver plates

I have a strong shield that repels kiwis

I was given 5 nekomimi (Which means with cat ears if google didn’t lie to me) kids, named Karl, Max, Jerry, Tom and Hajime. I am not prepared for children but yeahh… when they grow up I’ll put them in my Garlic Bread factory or smth. Apparently they go crazy over cat nip…

I have a really big box of garlic chicken tenders

I have a spray bottle

Selling hoodies with silhouettes of purple bats!! 8 left in stock!! They cost 2 Garlic Bread each!!

I have a skeleton skull that seems to possess the ghost of a French sailor

I have a snek and a birb :D

[fisheito]

for the question thing!!! do you have any silly hcs about the clan boys (+ the familiars/eito)? can be as wild as u want

sorry in advance if i don't have any HCs for ur beloveds bc i can only offer what my brain chooses to fixate on.... but let's see........

i like to imagine clan members enjoying fun little hobby hours

i pretend they're not busy adults with their own obligations and schedules.... so they just get together like a bunch of retirees and partake in shared hobbies whenever they want 🤗

e.g.,

book club: oli, blade, yaku, garu

horny book club: eiden, morv, blade, edmond if he works up the courage to discuss his fave BDSM PwP short novel with the 3 most shameless creatures ever ... honestly oli could join as well but i'm gonna excuse him from ONE book club so he can get some sleep. maybe he'll alternate days between the two 😆

sewing and knitting together like a couple of serene grandmas: yakuoli. eiden joins sometimes (all serenity is lost when he does)

TARGET PRACTICE! NEW ACTIVITIES!!! DARTS!! ! PIN THE TAIL ON THE EDMOND! sorry idk this is just my way of saying that after the cowboy event, i want to imagine edmond/dante/garu all playing target striking games and it becomes a contest of how split one dart can be down the middle (you can't all be perfect aimers ok aster can't keep buying new darts can u PLEASE throw them anywhere but dead centre).

i know blade could join as well but would it take the competition aspect out of it? he's kind of calibrated to never miss right?? it's not a game anymore. it's just superior blade and pissed off dante and garu cheering (he's just happy to be there) and edmond trying to be civil about letting everyone participate

they are out in the garden. touching grass: yaku is gardening. blade is collecting bugs. garu is digging holes. kuya is bewitching plants at random to spew sex pollen into someone's face (i feel like this is his superpower in SEVERAL fics and i am not complaining). quincy is trying to nap

.but .

he chose the worst place to do it. in the middle of nature's playground (aster's garden)?

garu's kicking up dust into his face. blade is shoving random insects into his face and asking identification questions. yaku screams when he inevitably falls to the kuya traps. kuya can't resist watching the little ones (yakugaru) play with dirt. WHY would you choose to sleep here.

(Topper is nibbling all the edible plants in the garden while skillfully avoiding all the porn plot traps with his superior Toppinstincts)

now for 3 ! single character HCs.......

kuya: wanders the marketplace, and often sees those anti-aging creams with LOFTY claims to their power... he always mocks them and insults the intelligence of all the vain people clamouring to buy the stock. later that day you will see kuya at home, trying those very same creams (procured illegally, of course, because why pay for anything ever) and pretending like he's zero percent interested in the results

rei: in the same situation will just as quickly mock the creams but unlike kuya he'll mean it and will NOT be caught applying the gloop all over his face later. "lmao it's just sunscreen who even believes this shit"

yakumo: i like to give him sneczema sometimes. i know it's implied that everyone in gay gacha has perfect skin forever *waves hand dismissively* BUT

imagine that he loves working with his hands but the sneczema can flare up if he's too rough on em, so he compromises by wearing his gloves. protect that vulnerable skin, yaku!! [insert pun about scaly skin]

His SR clothing material seems soft. Aesthetic reason: slippery smooth like the idea of snek. Practical reason: coarse textures can aggravate skin 😔 only the silkiest coverings for a scaly boy...

i mean. yaku prefers the wet cave environment so we gotta keep an eye on his humidity. too dry and he'l'l turn into a wafer (like in Solaria that One Time)

is this just an excuse for me to mist him with a spray bottle ? at random times because it just seems like fun? perhaps. spritzspritz

[ohmyspacesailor]

Little things I've noticed on my rewatch of 1x01

So, it's been a while since I've actually watched the show and I've started to miss Crowley and Aziraphale something fierce. So I've finally started at the beginning and here are some small things that stood out or that I didn't notice to that extend before. Nothing revolutionary, but maybe you'll enjoy / be devastated by it anyway.

Eden: Crawley saw Aziraphale before their talk on the wall since he mentions seeing him with a sword. They kept hanging around the garden for a while, but haven't talked that much since Az asks Crawley's name?

After receiving the Antichrist: Crowley is devastated. The way he days "Already?!" gets me every time. Is barely able to keep it together infront of Hastur and Ligur (terrific acting by David here). Immediately tries to call Aziraphale.

Park, going up the stairs: "It's not some little temptation I've asked you to cover for me while you're in Edinburgh for the festival". Their arrangement is so casually lived in by then. And the way Aziraphale lights up when he's invited to lunch. Also, Crowley's hair is stunning in the sun here.

After lunch: Az gets totally distracted by Crowley's company, forgets all about Armageddon or their disagreement over it. Wants to open a bottle for a "special occasion", tone indicating inside joke / hidden meaning. There's a theory about that being sexual, but while I support that headcanon I think it's more of a joke along the lines that it isn't actually a special occasion, because they drink together all the time.

Infront of the bookshop: "this is purely social" Sure Az, as if that makes it any better in heaven's judgement. Now you're just being silly! (see what I did there?)

Making the pact: How cute is Crowley here?!? I already knew that and think about it constantly, but seeing it again is something else still. I mean, seriously:

Babysitting Warlock: How somehow Nanny Ashtorath is able to sing so much better than I've ever heard David Tennant do (no offense) is a proper mystery to me.

Meeting on the bus: Why don't they talk on their job as nanny and gardener lol?They must have endless opportunities and still they hang out even more. Ok, probably more like a plot hole for coolness than being meant romantically on purpose here, but still.

Bus and dinosaur park: Crowley can't bring himself to tell Az the whole ugly truth about the antichrists power / the dog not to frighten him too much. This is really sweet and very telling about how he sees him as kind of naive and innocent. Also, he's protective snek. Another amazing thing here is how he doesn't even consider killing the Antichrist himself although he is been working against hell all along anyway. Ties nicely to the bandstand scene later.

In the shop: "Crowley: Would I lie to you? - Aziraphale: Obviously, you're a demon, that's what you do". While his is pretty hurtful towards Crowley and typically blindsided of Aziraphale, it's also so devastatingly accepting of him as well.

In the shop at the end ("he's named the dog"): Crowley is really, really afraid and that respectively makes Az nervous (the looming doom in his delivery of "welcome to the end times").

That was all for this round... In general it blew my mind how much of their story is already in episode one!

And I'll never get tired of mentioning how David and Micheal disappear completely into their characters. I try to admire their work in the moment, but I keep forgetting it's them. Only because I have seen so much of them by now can I spot them as the actors in tiny moments that last mere half-seconds. That's always a weird triumph. "ha! I've seen a glimpse of Micheal's smile there!" or "the way Crowley says 'helly hellhound' sounded very David" and that's basically it.

[kitty-cuddle-time]

Hi hi hiiiis !

Putting this here if youd like ! Because we both be fixated on good omens !

If you could, would you make a Crowley mood board ? Regressed or caretaker ! I just ask if regressed no pacis or baby bottles ! And have snek stuff if possible !! /nf ofc !!

- Star ☆

hello!! i’m sorry this took a while :(( i was in a regressed!crowley mood today so i went with the first option, i hope u like it!!

[miss-tc-nova]

Naga Pet in Winter - Jamil

Been thinking about the twst pet!au created by glass cage of emotion 12 (now deactivated but you may find remnants of their writing) which is also based on the pet!au made by twst-drabbles.

Also, I just needed to write something fun. It's been a while.

So have a pet!au Jamil who can't handle the cold.

~~~~~

Your poor pet does not handle winter all that well.

As a naga, Jamil is all about that warmth and while he’s not entirely cold-blooded, he doesn’t generate enough body heat himself to endure freezing temps.

You can always tell when the weather is getting a bit too cold for him by the sluggishness that possesses him.

The typically-productive pet suddenly takes longer to complete his usual tasks, he forgoes the hobbies he enjoys, and he definitely takes longer to get out of bed in the morning.

If he usually runs errands with you, he’ll be less likely to volunteer to join you, preferring to remain in the shelter of your own home.

Don’t even ask him to participate in any snow shenanigans. Might end up in a vet visit otherwise.

Still, he’ll try to resist any pity you may give him. He says he’s fine and will still try to do the things you ask, so you better just take the initiative.

Around the house, creating warm spaces is essential. Space heaters, heat pads, and hot water bottles will go a long way to making this snek boi happy.

Wrapping him in blankets is also a good defense against the cold. As a bonus, he’ll also be a defenseless burrito ripe for cuddling.

Alternatively, be under the covers with him and he’ll be beyond ecstatic to share your body heat. He’ll try to contain the happiness, but you can feel it in the strength of his arms around you.

Once he’s all roasty-toasty, Jamil can easily be lulled into relaxing. He’s usually such a busy body—trying so hard to keep you happy—that seeing a pleasant little snek-cocoon sitting on the sofa is such a sweet sight.

If you ever wanted to play dress up with your pet, good news! You need to make sure he is layered when going out.

Usually he enjoys the casual layers. Give that boy a tank top under a long-sleeve shirt under a sweater under a hoodie. Maybe more if necessary.

On the other hand, he’s not opposed to some fancier layers. Dress him up with a button up shirt, a nice coat, and a scarf and he’ll feel some pride in his looks as long as he’s warm.

If, for any reason, you don’t have the space heaters and heat pads or you’re in a rush to get out the door and he’s not ready, fear not! For naga pets have not only the human and naga forms, but also, the snake form.

They’re actually one of the few pets that have more than two forms.

Jamil is quite portable as a snake.

He’ll coil in your lap, maybe hang out in the pocket of your hoodie.

He’d never admit he’d enjoy one of those cat hoodies with the pocket to carry cats around in.

But he wouldn’t say no if it’s just around the house.

Jamil’s favorite place to absorb heat though is around your neck.

Hiding beneath your jackets and scarves or your hair if it’s long enough, he hoards the heat you radiate like a dragon with treasure.

And he feels closer to you, sometimes pressing the top of his scaly head against your cheek.

Long walks like this are ill-advised though. He may be a snake, but he’s still a big snake and that weight around your neck isn’t great long term.

Also, let him sleep here at your own risk. This is one of the few times that Jamil will willfully resist any orders. This is his favorite spot. You may have to resort to physically removing him.

Beware the pouting afterwards though.

All-in-all, Jamil becomes an easy target for teasing when the weather cools, but he’s so cute while doing it. He’s normally happy to spend time cuddling, but expect a bit of clinginess in winter. He needs that warmth.

~~~~~

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[viciousbite]

//B.lurr whenever Darkfang comes in his bar---^ Should probs ban him the next time he causes trouble. But at least the snek pays and drinks a pile, so yay.

I have been tempted to get Darkfang x B.lurr art too for self indulgent reasons. Cause Darkfang would love to perform / dance at m.accadams >o<;;

Also the speed he makes those drinks I swear-- without dropping a bottle or glass.:

B.lurr being so done with K.nock Out. xD:

This is me just spamming more pics-- cause pretty and got to share--

[calethelettuce]

SaSi Intruality Week 2/7: Stop and Smell the Roses

Prompt: Flowers (Switched out with OG prompt, Fusion; doing that one at a later day-)

Tags: @intrualityweek

Synopsis: Thanks to Remus and Roman, the Mind Palace has a lovely forest full of wonderful (and scary-) things! Patton is very excited about it. Patton learns that certain flowers are edible... and they find a snake friend! Also the title is a lie, there are no roses in the story. Get fooled :)

Characters: Patton, Remus, Roman

Relationships: Romantic Intruality, Brotherly Creativity Twins (No RemRom. Get out.)

TW: Remus being Remus, swearing, body horror/Remus snaps his neck but he fixes it, oh also he found a snek

~

The day is warm. The sun is shining high in the sky, its rays hitting the dewy leaves and patches of grass in an array of pretty colors. Patton and Roman made their way down the winding forest paths. Patton held a small, empty wicker basket with a red-plaid cloth lining the bottom.

"Padre, I have to wonder; What do you see in my brother?" Roman shielded his eyes from the sun, looking up at the high treetops beginning to turn red and yellow. "No offense intended, of course, but I am awfully curious to know."

"Well," said Patton, "I believe that there's good in everyone! That includes Remus!"

"Hm." Roman nodded in agreement as he spoke. "I personally dislike him, but you do you I guess."

Patton shifted the wicker basket tucked under his arm a little. "Everyone is different in their own ways."

"But you're suddenly okay with the dirty jokes and all of that?"

The blue-clad side kicked a pebble as he walked by it. "I learned a lot about myself, kiddo. Sometimes people do things that aren't necessarily their fault. Like how Remus doesn't have a filter. That's just what came with his role for Thomas."

"I never thought about it that way.." Roman parted a bush and held it back as Patton walked through. "After you!" he proclaimed smoothly, bowing just a little.

"Thanks!"

Roman smiled at him. "Of course! I believe we're almost to our destination!"

Patton added an extra pep to his step, the anticipation nearly making him squeal out of pure excitement. It seemed like Roman could tell just by looking at his face.

"Calm down, Popstar!" he teased, "Careful you don't explode!"

"But wouldn't that be fun?" Another voice chimed in. "Especially if it's extra bloody!"

Roman shrieked, instinctively pulling out his sword. "Stop popping up out of nowhere, you fiend!" he shouted to the top of one particular tree, "You're going to kill me one day!"

Remus cackled. He sat- no, dangled by his legs from a tree branch, his morningstar in one hand and some kind of bottle in the other. He waved at Patton, who waved back. "It would be funny to see you die!" he screamed back, hopping down from his perch. He landed straight on his neck with a thud and a snap. The bottle hit the floor, the shattered glass scattering around as the liquid inside spilled out.

Remus didn't react much. He continued laughing as he realigned his spine and neck with a pop.

Roman nearly gagged. "Ew. Can you do that somewhere else, please?" With a wave of his hand, he magicked away the broken bottle and glass.

“Awh, is Princey afraid of a little body horror~?” Remus mocked, cracking his knuckles and hopping to his feet, “That’s cute!”

Roman scoffed, sheathing his katana. “Just go do your weird stuff. If you need me, don’t.” He pulled out his magic mirror, tapping a button as he disappeared. “Have fun, Padre!” He called.

Patton stared blankly at the spot Roman once stood. “He has a magic mirror?” He questioned.

Remus nodded curtly. “Yeah, he’s got some weirdly fancy shit.” He paused. “Hey, wanna find out what flowers are edible?”

Patton turned to face him, an interested look in his eyes. “Boy, do I!?” He took the sashed side’s hand in his own, pulling him forward. “Roman said to go this way!” He explained quickly, leading Remus farther down the path.

Remus grinned. “Okay, Daddy!”

They continue down the dirt path. Patton was moving along fairly quick, tugging Remus along with him. Remus couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying the physical contact.. And so, he nearly cried when Patton let go of his hand to move a branch out of the way (Why Patton needed both hands was beyond him, but it didn't really matter that much.).

"So, Pattycake, what's our plan for the day?" Remus asked, "Are we gonna set something on fire? Maybe play with a bomb?"

Patton laughed. "No, silly! We're picking flowers!" he winked. "And eating them too.. but only the edible ones!"

Remus had completely forgotten he had mentioned that earlier. He gave Patton a goofy smile as they kept walking. "Sounds great! The eating the flowers part, I mean. Duh!"

"Well, we can't do that if we aren't there yet! Come on, slowpoke!"

~

Patton wound the stems of the flowers together. A bouquet of carnations, marigolds and sunflowers sat in his basket. He made sure to pick one of every color there was. He hummed a tune as he watched Remus roll down a hill, the side laughing maniacally.

Patton smiled to himself, adjusting his position on the grassy surface. He picked a perfect spot, right under the shade of a cherry blossom tree. He couldn't help but wonder how exactly the flowers and buds of the tree were still that rosey pink despite it being fall. The two sides were in The Imagination, after all, so he didn't think much more about it.

He continued threading the stems together, slowly making a messy yet colorful flower crown. He was proud of himself either way, and he admired it while Remus came running over.

"Patton! Patton!" He yelled, "I found a snake!!"

Patton blinked owlishly at him. "Did you now?" he said fondly, "I sure hope you didn't disturb it too much."

"Nah, this is one of Roman's creatures! The bites don't hurt at all!" Remus looked a bit disappointed at that, but held out his small, slithery friend for Patton to see. "I named it Dee! She's just a baby, I think!"

Their new friend was barely small enough to fit entirely in Remus' palm. The end of its tail was curled around his wrist, the orange and black striped pattern catching Patton's eye.

"Oh! Is our friend a milk snake?"

Remus looked at him with a look of surprise. "You know your snake breeds, dontcha Patty?"

"Mhm! Logan and Janus taught me some things a while ago, I was interested in snake anatomy." Patton shrugged. "Nature is cool!"

"Did you know that snakes eat frogs?!" Remus gave Dee a gentle stroke of her scales, grinning at Patton, "Careful, she might eat you!"

"That would be awful! I'd let the cutie, to be honest." Patton stood up, coming over to look at the small snake.

Dee didn't react much at all, but instead continued to explore Remus' arm.

"I think she likes me!!" Remus whispered, holding out his other hand to let her slither over, "This is fucking awesome!"

Patton laughed, going back over to his shady spot and picking up the flower crown he had made. He placed it on Remus' head with a smile.

"OOH! Are these the edible ones?!"

"They sure are! I found them just for you!"

Remus looked at him fondly- well, as fondly as the side could look at someone. "Are you okay with me destroying your masterpiece?"

Patton hadn't really thought that far. "Oh! Uh..." he let his eyes wander to his basket with extra flowers in it. "Here, eat these ones!" The cardigan wearing side handed Remus a bouquet of smaller flowers. "They're carnations!"

Remus' grin grew wider. "My favorite!" he went to take the bouquet, but remembered Dee slithering around along his arms. He paused for a moment, surveying the situation. "Do you want to hold Dee-Dee for a bit?" he asked, carefully and gently offering his snake friend to Patton. "She doesn't bite!"

Patton thought for a moment, before extending his arm out as he let Remus place the calm serpent into his palm, while Patton handed Remus the bouquet.

"Good trade!" Remus bit the entire top of a flower off, chewing it up and swallowing. "Mmm, the allergies are about to hit so well!"

Patton laughed at him, handling Dee with both arms now. The curious snake slithered farther up his arms. It sent shivers down his spine. His friend was cold! "Is this how Janus feels?" he questioned, gently stroking Dee's scales. "The poor little gal is freezing!"

Remus bit off more petals as he nodded. "Yep! Jan-Jan is always cold, that's why is house is always so warm! Not that he ever lets anyone in, anyway."

At this point, Dee was almost on Patton's shoulder as she investigated the hood of his cardigan- well, is it really a cardigan if it has a hood?

"They're also attracted to warm spaces!" Remus supplied, motioning to the snake, "So don't be surprised if she ends up in your hood!"

Patton let out a little gasp. "That's so cute!" he looked over at Remus with a pleading look. "Can we keep her?! Pleeease?"

Remus shrugged. "Why the hell not?"

"WOO!"

"Don't make Janny jealous, though. The Bananaconda might feel threatened." Remus snickered at that notion.

"Janus doesn't have to worry! Dee is a small snake, Jan is still the original snake boi!" Patton sat down next to the cherry blossom tree again, petting Dee with his free hand. Remus sat down next to him, pressing into his side.

"Whatever you say, Pat." he said, "But first, why don't we give Roman a heart attack before we show Janny our new friend?"

"What? No!!"

"Boo..."

~

This took me ages what the heck

[herd-reject-arts]

Cool shit from my silly trash cleanup this morning. Seriously, y'all should volunteer to clean up your local areas (can be done with existing groups or on your own) because there's so much trash and it's super gross. Me and the lady that leads the cleanups with the group I volunteer with got 170lbs off a single steep embankment in like 2 hours. Do your part for the environment.

But anyway. Rant aside. Found a lil baby snek. Accidentally unearthed the thing, so I covered them back up afterwards. Oops! Go back to sleep, snek! It's only 45 degrees out.

Pillbug graveyard that was inside a broken bottle. Thought it was really cool. I wish I'd noticed it before I picked up the bottle shards, because I ripped the chunks of pillbug exoskeleton sheds apart a bit. Before my clumsy ass self did that, it was almost perfectly bottle-shaped.

And probably the coolest thing I've found in a minute: A whole, real $100 bill. It's in rough shape, but I'm still hoping I can use it to buy lunch today.

[lol-a-k]

#Cringetober2023 Day 21 100% Saturation, snek in a bottle