#snekkies

[this-is-snekky]

GUYS. GUYS. GUYS.

I AM GOING INSANE OVER GLISTEN.

HE TURNED FROM A EGOTISTICAL FEMBOY TO A PATHETIC WET CAT.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FLIP???

WHEN I FIRET ENCOUNTERED HIM I GENUINELY THOUGHT IT WAS SOME SORT OF MAIN LMAO

LIKE THE DIALOGUE??? AND THE UNIQUE GANE MECHANIC???

HOW HE TURN FROM THIS:

TO THIS:

(all images from Dandy's World Wiki on Fandom)

[bisexualkiryu]

I am marrying this woman

[snekky-arts]

sorry I haven't been posting much! school and stuff has been taking me out. so here, have a teaser of a painting that will (hopefully) be posted for Halloween!

[smashwolfen]

THE STRUGGLE WAS REAL BUT I PULLED IT OFF!

HATSUNE MIKU HAS BE AQUIRED!!!!

It took 2 days to grind who I was missing in the HOME dexes to get her and along the way I got a grand total of 11 shinies running around or doing an outbreak in between!

The Snivys was one oubreak with one sammy and Aguaros the Tauros was also an outbreak and a sammy, everyone else I spotted in the corner of my eye or ran into without realizing it was shiny til the battle began XD

So many shiny babiesssss ;w;

[naavispider]

can you write a one-shot in which quaritch consoles spider after a violent tantrum in his cell? sorry for my english i'm french

Why are you apoLogisiNg for your english it's literally perfect 😭 Of course I can, just because of the way you worded this, it made me chuckle 💞

Spider cried out with a groan of pain as he shouldered the thick glass doors to the cell for the hundredth time. He could feel the bruise that had already formed, beginning to blossom over his upper arm and across his shoulder. It hurt, but he'd be damned if he was just going to sit in a corner and succumb to hopelessness.

He swore under his breath at the arrogance of the glass's rigidity. Then he shouted the curse for the world to hear. The doors hadn't budged in two hours - he hadn't even made a dent.

Fuck.

He screamed in frustration, moving towards the double sided glass that surely hid an entire team of demons. He pictured them all watching him with evil smirks, exchanging snide comments at his anguish.

"You gonna let me outta here? Huh?" He yelled, squaring up to the window. "You fucking cowards! Stick your heads up the darkest parts of my ass!"

He panted heavily, throwing every ounce of fury at the blank glass. When this failed to provoke a response, he hurled himself at the door again, shrieking when his abused shoulder made contact with the glass once more.

"That's enough, Spider," came a distorted voice from the corner of the room.

He jumped as if burned. In all the long hours he'd been confined in here, he'd never been spoken to. He cast his eyes around for the source of the noise - it was coming from a small speaker set into the ceiling in the far corner. He growled at the mirror. "Eat my ass!"

Just to see what would happen, he rammed the door again, this time biting down on his tongue, so all that escaped him was a pained grunt. He hissed at the hidden demons beyond the window.

A flash of movement near the door caused him to spin around again. His heart was pounding as he faced the glass doors, unsure whether he should make a stand, or back away to give himself a few more seconds. The sight of the 10 feet tall, solid avatar approaching the cell was enough to send his tired mind into overdrive. Oh Eywa.

The avatar was coming to hurt him. He was coming to tie him down and torture him. He was getting closer to the glass doors... he was pressing a passcode into the keypad... the doors were sliding open...

Spider hissed, realising he hadn't made a move - too paralysed by fear to think straight. The doors hissed open and the giant figure stepped cautiously inside. Spider barely had time to register the authoritative expression on the man's face before he threw himself around him, making a break for the doors.

He growled as he stepped forward, but he knew before he'd made it half way that it wasn't going to work.

"Not so fast, little one!" the man called firmly, reaching for Spider's middle and picking him completely up off the floor.

His heart thrummed against his chest and his breaths came in pants as he flung his legs out to kick at the avatar, while clawing at the man's arms with his hands. He hissed again, injecting as much venom into the sound as he was capable of.

"Hey!" The avatar shouted harshly, struggling under Spider's assault.

"Put me down!" Spider cried, thrashing as much as he could in an attempt to slip out of the man's grasp and make another run for it.

The man held him at arm's length, before placing him down against the far wall of the cell, furthest away from the doors. As soon as his feet hit the ground, Spider stopped kicking at the man and doubled his efforts into scratching and punching the long blue forearms that held him against the wall.

"You gotta calm down, kid. You got some fight in you, I can see that."

Spider paused his onslaught for a split second to look at the man's face, disturbed by the eye contact and the almost admiring expression he found there. He tried to wrench the man's arms off his shoulders. His left was already sore from ramming the door, and the way the avatar was gripping him only added to the pain. He hissed again, not trusting his voice.

"Easy, easy there." The man's grip softened, and as Spider glared at him, he felt his own struggles start to subside.

It didn't seem like the man was trying to hurt him - he tested the situation and stopped trying to pull the avatar's arms off him for a few seconds.

"There we go. Okay, we're making progress. Now I'm gonna let go, alright? There's no point running anywhere, as you damn well know those doors won't open without the passcode."

The man assessed Spider for a second, judging his reaction, before hesitantly withdrawing his hands. Breathless, Spider glowered at him. His eyes darted to the doors beyond the man, and sure enough they had shut tightly again.

He threw his head back against the wall in despair.

"Alright..." the man said in a pleased tone.

Spider wanted to throw some colourful insult at the man, but his head was empty. Damn his brain, just as he needed something good.

"Now, we never got ourselves properly acquainted. I'm Quaritch." The avatar paused, watching Spider closely. "The recombinant version of him at least." He paused again, and his next words came slowly, as if it was a struggle to find them. "Are you... aware of Miles Quaritch?"

Spider's pounding heart had increased in ferocity, and now he was certain something was wrong. It was painful in his chest, and his head was turning dizzy... he wasn't getting enough oxygen... he balled his fists to stop them shaking as a cold sweat started to bead over the back of his neck and shoulders. Was he having a heart attack?

"Kid?"

Even with his eyes closed, Spider could hear the frown in the man's voice. In Quaritch's voice.

He opened his eyes. Get a grip on yourself. Deep breaths. He stared Quaritch directly in the eye.

"I know who you are."

Quaritch tilted his head encouragingly, or perhaps it was a gesture of anxiety at what Spider knew.

"I know exactly who you are, and what you've done, txanfwìngtu!" Images flashed before his eyes of all the heinous acts he knew his father was responsible for - the felling of the Hometree, the bombing of a site near the Tree of Souls, the families that died there, the children left orphaned. He supposed he was one of them.

He had only ever seen Quaritch's face a couple of times. When he was younger and curious about his bio parents, the scientists had given him a carefully chosen video log that Quaritch had made before he died. He remembered the bile that bubbled in the back of his throat as he watched, he recalled the poisonous words that the colonel had spewn about the Na'vi and Spider's home as if were yesterday. He had turned the log off before it ended, giving it back to Norm and telling him to destroy it. He'd never wanted to see the man's face again.

And so, when Spider looked at the enlarged blue features in front of him now, the same feelings of rage and betrayal spread through his stomach like a tsunami. It brought nausea flooding up his throat.

"Ahhh!" He screamed, losing control of his mind and body as he furiously lunged around Quaritch and breaking for the door.

Quaritch could have stopped him, but he must have known that Spider couldn't go anywhere. Spider ran for the exit, throwing his shoulder once more against the glass, desperately hoping that this time it would work. He panicked as he felt Quaritch approach him.

"Stay away!" He cried, cursing in both Na'vi and English as panic overtook him. He began to feel dizzy, but he couldn't stop trying to force the door open. It was his only escape route.

It was hopeless.

He had to keep trying.

No.

No, stop!

Arms were around him, pulling him back, wrapping around his torso, trapping his arms to his sides, and he was pressed against a cool blue stomach. He wasn't aware of what his voice was doing, but he could hear soothing words coming from somewhere above him - coming from Quaritch.

He tried to catch his breath as his vision swam in front of him.

"Breathe, Spider. You're hyperventilating. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just relax and breathe, like me..."

Spider held onto the words. After a few moments of futile struggling, he attempted to match his breathing with the large chest against him.

"There you go, easy does it... Jesus."

Eventually, the dizziness cleared from Spider's head and the room seemed to quieten. He became aware for the first time that Quaritch had enveloped him in a (presumably reassuring) hold, and Spider's knees were on the floor.

"Get off of me," Spider stuttered out when he finally found his voice again. However, it didn't come out as forceful as he wanted.

"Sure, kid," the man rumbled next to him. After a few more moments, Quaritch spoke again. "Okay, so you clearly know all about your father."

Spider remained silent. There was nothing he could do, held like this. Besides, he was exhausted from the all of the recent strains on his body.

"I'm not that man. I'm not an avatar. Your father isn't alive, lying in some link somewhere. I got his memories, and most of his personality. But I'm a different man."

Still, Spider said nothing.

"Now, no one calls you Miles, is that right? What have I gotta call you then?" He released his grip slightly, and Spider took that chance to wriggle away, sliding across the floor till he hit the wall and bringing his knees up to his chest.

"Spider." He said after a long moment.

"Spider, huh?" Quaritch huffed in amusement. "I can work with that. Now how about we start from the beginning. Tell me who your parents are."

[purplehoover]

Are you still working on the cookie run eldritch au? I used to be OBBSESED with it. I I still wanna know if you're working on it and stuff.

Hi! Yes, there are still TONS of stuff planned for the Cookie Run Eldritch Au- but after having such a prolonged Hiatus, both mods have decided it would be for the better that we start entirely from scratch- and not be so afraid of having some Cookie Run OC interaction. Should I tell you to beware the rot? :)

[kemendin]

You ever just stare at a picture of an OC you created, willing them to tell you who they are, because you yourself have no bloody clue beyond some extremely vague Vibes™️

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

HERE'S THE EARLY CROWLEY SKETCH AS PROMISED

...MY ART STYLE CHANGED SO MUCH I- 😭

[the-enby-bird]

Mr. Brightside

like the song?

[numetal-freak]

Song Aesthetic 1

I Am Not A Woman, I’m A God - Halsey

The 11th track on the amazing “If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power” album as well as the first single released to promote said album. This album was produced by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross with their iconic industrial influences evident throughout the track list. The lyrics of this particular track were imagined by Halsey and Reznor and placed alongside a marvelous synth-scape. On a personal note, every song on this album is most important to me because my fiancée introduced me to it.

[this-is-snekky]

Sometimes I miss being on Twitter. But then I remember how toxic Twitter is, and then suddenly I don't feel so bad anymore.

[bisexualkiryu]

My gf and I came up with the worst (best) edit idea

[snekky-arts]

welp. I no longer have a twitter. fuck AI

[takeiteasyonmeimstilllearning]

Hah. Like Mega Snake 2007.

Its not exact, but close enough

okay but "the symbolism is Real and Trying to Kill You" is my favorite kind of symbolism

[doodle-snek]

New sona in the makinggg

Snekky, a shape-shifting winged serpentine!! The gem on their forehead is where their magic lies (kinda like Espeon)

[neondreamsicle]

Long story short, my husband has landed a new job that is far superior to anything he has had before and he is taking me on the month-long training&orientation trip. Living in a swanky hotel for a month with an expense account? Whaaaaaaat the fuck.

I am taking a metric fuckton of yarn to work on a project labeled Operation Danger Noodle.