#the snake's den

[haveanotherkpopblog]

The Snake’s Den

Just my favorite script moments as I continue to edit

Kyuhyun (VO)- Yeah, and have as much sex as--

***

[Heechul rolls down the window and leans out and snaps a picture of the explosion.]

Heechul- That’s going in the scrapbook.

***

Leeteuk- You’re a hazard to society.

Kangin- And a dumbass.

***

Leeteuk- I believe congratulations are in order. Don’t think I didn’t notice this earlier.

[He shoots her a wink as she giggles and flaunts her hand for him. Leeteuk lets out a low whistle.]

Now that is a diamond.

[The boys rush over to look at the big, shiny diamond that sits on her finger on a gold band. Most of the boys are impressed. Kyuhyun and Donghae are not.]

***

Sungmin- Did--did she insult us? I feel like she just insulted us.

Shindong- We just had our asses on blast. She’s the least of my worries.

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Leeteuk- I can’t believe she’s getting married before me.

Suho- Me either. Sometimes I look at her and I see my baby sister struggling to tie her shoes. She’s just a baby.

Sehun- You wouldn’t think that if you heard the things Chan said.

Suho- I will shoot you Sehun.

***

Siwon- What’s going on, Y/N? What aren’t you telling me?

Commander- It’s been years since someone called me that. Especially you.

Siwon- Don’t change the subject, Y/N. What’s going on?

***

NIS Director- You need to calm down, Agent, before you say something you regret.

Eunhyuk- This is calm, and it’s Doctor.

***

Commander- I have SM teams arriving at JYP in a matter of minutes.

JYP Director (V.O.)- I didn’t authorize that.

Commander- No. I did.

[jewishregulus]

happy birthday james potter but unfortunately you will not be seeing this until the day after bc the birthday sex regulus is providing you is going to consume most of the next 24 hours . good for you though top that twink!

[aylish91]

I've been feeling nostalgic lately for my NagaMafiatale~

Thank you so much @maxbruiser for letting me commission you for this comic of A Den of Snakes! I absolutely love it!!!

[trophywifemac]

something something shooting a gun together as a metaphor for our powerful but destructive love, something something you figured out the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world and you got it for me and it's perfect

[kankuroplease]

A willing participant 🐀🎃

[prismaticsaltedink]

Scoria and Sakura are best friends! It's so cute when I see the things they do together, and it makes me so beyond happy that they both came to live with me so that they could share their lives with each other. They absolutely insist on it, and does so much good for the other.

I can't imagine how else they could have found happiness if things hadn't worked out exactly as they did. Scoria has basically been Sakura's "emotional support snake" while she worked through things from her past I'll never fully know that caused her a lot of issues with panic and fear. Sakura knows this too, and looks out for her sister, the only one she truly trusts and feels completely safe with.

The moment they wake up they both want each other to snuggle and play with. Scoria loves to be affectionate with both me and her sister who seems to have not had this earlier in her life- but Scoria is showing her how nice it is not only directly but demonstrating with me and Sakura also trying, copying what she has seen her sister do.

Sometimes when one goes to check on the other they'll join in on... I'm not even sure what they were doing. But they had a good time while taking a mandated union break from digging tunnels for the isopods.

So happy I get to share in the adventures of these two best friends! It makes me so happy to see them living their best lives together, and being beyond content snuggled together with their found family.

[naffeclipse]

So, I've got a question for the snake den. There are so many versions of eclipse (and some of sun and moon of course), that they cant all be called Eclipse, right? So I think that each of them should each have their own seperate names

In-universe, the nagas have their own language, and to Y/N, their names in their native tongue sound so terribly similar that it's difficult for them to differentiate the nagas but for the sake of the question, and maybe bordering a little into OC territory, these are the names I would give them so not everyone is named Eclipse.

Blackwater Lure Eclipse = Tiago

Cryptid Sightings Eclipse = Tlhoolcha

Sleuth Jesters Eclipse = Vinicius

Bounty Hunter Eclipse = Nahuel

Devil Eclipse Eclipse = Jacare

Sleuth Jesters Sun = Helio

Sleuth Jesters Moon = Meztli

Syzygy in Dedication Eclipse = Saulo

Syzygy in Dedication Sun = Inacio

Syzygy in Dedication Moon = Luan

[weirdenbyferret]

All of the fanart for @naffeclipse's The serpent den au boys put together!!!

[den-kunn]

[Lollipop]

This is your captain speaking.

Enjoy Halloween with Impaler Raiden and Punished Venom Raycoon.

Den out.

[pokimoko]

I saw your animal art with the lgbtqia+ flags, they are so beautiful!!!

Could you make a pan snake, please???

How about three of 'em? 🐍🐍🐍

[mockingjaysnakes]

THE CAST OF DISCUSSION MATERIALS.

• TOM BLYTH as Bobby Sanders, a hustling and quick-talking former pro hockey player-turned-junior banker.

• JORDYN DENNINGS as Michelle, the brilliant and highflying corporate attorney Bobby falls for.

• ZACK VILLA as Danny, an investment banking analyst whose financial brilliance is only matched by his insatiable libid.

• BRANDON ENGMAN as Jack.

[lovexmemonster]

Mairuma drawings on animal jam I never posted 💥

[jewishregulus]

there’s another life out there in which james potter is a very famous author creating the long awaited adaption of his most famous series and regulus is a nepo baby actor who gets the part of the main character to appease fandom fancasting authority . there’s a lot of hype over this including reposting of old gifsets w tags like GUYS who can’t WAIT to see regulus say this famous line!!! except regulus has never fucking read this book before going to auditions and gets the part solely because james has a parasocial crush on him from being tagged in all the posts . regulus eventually reads it for the job and becomes insanely fond of it even outside of his work bc it’s just objectively good literature . this pisses him off severely. he tells james to his face he fucking hates it meanwhile whilst reading over the script he complains about what was cut from the book and james is like SEE i TOLD THEM to include it but they said it would still read well!!! regulus replies WELL IT DOESNT. mad as hell they agree about the book James Wrote . then they kiss a lot about it

[buttered-baguette-writes]

Snakes Den

Yet another eighth-year fic where Harry learns the Dark Arts: this time, featuring strained friendship golden-trio and Harry joining the Slytherin Skittles! (Also on AO3)

Harry had been dragging his feet since the end of the war.

At the start, it was simply because he was just that tired – physically and mentally. The war that had dictated his entire life so far was finally over, yet he couldn’t find a single second of peace. Both his days and nights were haunted. He waved off any concern directed his way, claiming he just needed more time before he could get back to normal.

But he didn’t know what normal was. He had never gotten the chance to exist. He went straight from the Dursley’s torment to child soldier.

It took yet another sleepless night for him to figure out that he would have to create a normal, create a peace, for himself because the world certainly didn’t seem to want to give him one as an apology.

So, he slowly started making himself at home at Grimmauld Place. He befriended Kreacher, finding he actually quite liked the grumpy house elf. He made his way through the rooms of the house, thinking he might spruce things up a bit if the house tried not to eat him for it. He ended up spending a lot of his time in the library, unsurprised when the room looked different each time he entered.

Harry knew the house had a mind of its own. He was just glad it like him enough to brighten up the library and add a couch under a definitely new window.

At some point, every single ward was reset. The house became centred around him and no one else had access to it anymore.

Well, two people did. And it wasn’t Hermione and Ron. They never visited the house; had never asked to either. The only time Harry saw them was at the Burrow. Somewhat in place of them, Harry found himself hanging out with the twins a lot more. They had all been close before, but the end of the war brought them closer together.

The twins were the only ones Harry allowed into his safe space; and they always called before coming over.

Things started to look up.

Only for his lungs to stop working properly at the Weasley’s dining table because of a simple letter. He was invited back to finish his studies at Hogwarts. The place he had called him home. The place he had loved dearly. The place that eventually turned into a hell he couldn’t bear to be in. He knew he wouldn’t be able to walk through the halls like nothing had happened. Like he wouldn’t be haunted by the faces of people they lost. Like he hadn’t been hunted in the halls.

“-rry?”

“Harry?”

He blinked, vision refocusing. He saw Fred and Goerge standing in front of him, blocking the rest of their family from view.

Harry sucked in a shaky breath before letting it go slowly. Inhale. Exhale.

It was over, it was all in the past, he reminded himself.

“Are you okay, Harry?” George spoke softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to go back, y’know,” Fred said.

“I know, but-” Harry shrugged. “I’m not exactly doing anything else.”

The twins gave him one last look before nodding, returning to their own seats. The rest of the Weasley family was staring at him, concern written all over their faces. Harry saw several people open their mouths, but he wasn’t in the mood to hear whatever it was they had to say – most like just his name in an extremely sad, pitiful tone.

“I’m fine, really. Just never thought of going back before.”

Narrowed eyes looked his way but the twins quickly diverted the conversation and attention away from him.

Harry really loved them.

It was about two weeks before school was set to return that things got a little bit testy.

Harry had been having a good day – had even had a decent enough sleep the night before. He had been mucking about in the Weasley’s yard, having a fun afternoon out in the sun.

Him, Hermoine, Ron, and Ginny were being chased by Fred and George. The twins had recently discovered water balloons and had immediately began filling them with Merlin knows what.

Harry got hit in the centre of his chest with one, his shirt drenched in what he thought was normal water. Until his shirt started to turn see through.

“What the bloody hell is this?!”

The twins grinned proudly. “That is our latest invention!”

“It’s simply water that turns any fabric translucent.”

“We want to put it in a product –“

“But we also don’t want to end up in Wizengamot.”

Harry nodded. He briefly wondered if they would accept any more funding donations for their business…

“You can vanish it like normal water,” Fred said before he turned his attention to his youngest brother, mischief clear.

Ron screamed seconds later.

Harry bent over in laughter only to be tackled by his now slime covered friend. They went tumbling to the floor, pushing and shoving playfully.

Ron suddenly stilled.

“What is that?” The ginger asked, voice carefully even.

Harry followed his gaze down to his own chest where multiple marks on chest could be seen. The marks ran from just under his collar bone to the bottom of ribs, two rows wide on his left side. They could have been mistaken for tattoos.

Harry pushed himself off the ground. He swallowed around the lump in his throat as he noticed the others inching closer, watching the interaction.

“Uh, yeah… I’ve been meaning to tell you guys…” Harry trailed off. He didn’t like the dark look Ron, Hermione and Ginny were already giving him. “I’ve, uh –”

“Oh Harry,” Hermoine cut him off. Her voice was soft yet scolding as if she was speaking to a child. “Why would you do that.”

Harry frowned.

“Those don’t come off. Ever.” Hermione said.

“Why do you even know what they are?” Ron asked, livid.

“Why do you?” Harry snapped back. He didn’t appreciate the feeling of his friends ganging up on him to lecture him about something that he knew a whole lot more than them about. He felt the twins move closer to him, silent and calm, but there.

When Ginny finally spoke up, her face and tone were a mixture of distress and distrust. “Are they left over from him?”

“No. I put them there. I wanted them there,” Harry said. His confidence didn’t waver under their gazes. With a wave of his hand, he finally dried his shirt and spun on his heels. He ignored the angry calls from his friends. He was over having to explain himself and the things he did, especially to the people he cared about.

He just needed a bit of time to cool off.

(The twins ended up floo-calling him that night. They wanted him to know they didn’t think any differently of him. In fact, they just hoped he was safe with it all and, most importantly, happy.

Harry could have cried.)

There had been a short, hushed argument on the train platform.

The train ride to Hogwarts was spent in absolute silence. The golden trio were the only ones occupying the carriage. None of their friends had dared to try to be any form of buffer as the thick tension threatened to strangle everyone.

Harry dragged his feet all the way to the great hall, even stopping to say hello to the thestrals.

He didn’t listen to McGonagall’s welcome speech. It was pointless background drabble that didn’t interest him at all any longer. At least not to start with.

“A lot has happened to everyone in the past few years.”

No shit, Harry thought with a bitter snort.

“To help promote inter-house unity, everyone will be resorted. We assume most people won’t change houses. For those students who do, know that it is not a bad thing, and I except them to be welcomed warmly. We will not tolerate bullying.

“We will start with our first years, as normal. Throughout the week, we will slowly cover the rest of the school. Now, first up…”

Harry went rigid. He did not, under any circumstance, want to talk to that damned hat again in front of everyone. He didn’t want to hear its opinion. He knew he couldn’t win another debate with it. Now, it wasn’t that he was scared of what the hat might find, of what might become – he had come to terms with that months ago. He feared always being watched, scrutinized, and held to a different standard. Except this time, it wouldn’t be because of his so-called destiny – it’d be because of his schoolhouse. Something so trivial.

All he wanted was less from people. He just wanted to exist. If strangers could stop perceiving him, that’d be wonderful.

He couldn’t remember the rest of the welcome feast clearly. Nor most of the following days. He was stuck in a haze, caught between the past and an uncertain future.

The main thing he could vaguely recall was that he shared quite a few classes with Slytherins, and he had even exchanged a silent but civil greeting with Malfoy and his friends.

Friday night rolled around, and Harry’s bones jittered. They, the Gryffindors, were going last. There was only a small number of eighth years, but he had already seen several of them switch houses. In fact, throughout the week, he noticed that Ravenclaw and Slytherin swapped a few students. He was well aware of the largely different reaction that occurred when a new student joined the snake house.

The prejudice didn’t sit well with him. Not anymore.

“Harry Potter,” McGonagall called out.

With a fortifying breath, Harry made his way to the front, ignoring the stares as best as he could. He grimaced when the hat sat on his head.

“Well, hello again.”

“Hi,” Harry said. “Are we going to argue tonight?”

“No child, there is only one choice this time.”

“So why haven’t you announced it yet?” Harry asked, frowning. He blocked out the whispers coming from the crowd, all curious as to what the pair were discussing.

“I merely wanted to wish you well. Things would have been very different had you not at the center of a war.”

“Wait.” Harry hesitated before continuing. “If everything hadn’t of happened, what house would you have put me in in first year?”

He could feel the hat smile and his eyes snapped open in the direction of the Slytherin table, green eyes automatically meeting gray.

“Slytherin!” the hat boomed, effectively silencing the entire hall.

Inhale. Exhale.

Harry’s feet carried him mindlessly to towards his new table as he tried his hardest to ignore the murmurs that broke out across the hall. The tie he had lazily thrown over his shoulders was bled of the gold and red, changing into silver and green. Conveniently, there was a free seat at the end of the table for him to plop down.

Inconveniently, it was next to Pansy Parkinson. Which meant, as he looked up, he was greeted by Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy.

“Well, this is interesting,” Malfoy said. Harry couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

“Not now, Malfoy, please,” Harry said quietly. He was not willing to look past the two boys in front of him and into the sea of students. At the baffled table of Gryffindors.

Malfoy’s expression changed. It was only a slight difference, but his eyes narrowed – though it wasn’t full of hate like normal, it was a gaze full of curiosity.

And Harry would know. He would never admit it out loud, but he knew he had a staring problem when it came to the blonde.

Left alone at the end of the table, the four of them stayed quiet throughout the rest of dinner. Somehow, it was more companionable than the stifling atmosphere that had clung and suffocated him at the other table.

They stayed seated until majority of the other students had shuffled their way to their dorms. Harry wasn’t stressed about moving anytime soon, and it seemed the other three shared his sentiment. What was confusing was that when he made to leave, so did they. For some reason, Parkinson had taken to walking directly beside Harry while the other two were behind them.

And when Harry stopped just past the threshold of the hall, so did Parkinson, the other two falling into line with them.

“Ah, Gryffindors,” Parkinson mumbled, distaste clear in her voice.

Loitering about in the hallway was none other than Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. The trio were waiting for someone.

But Harry – he wasn’t ready. He couldn’t have that conversation with them just yet. Their almost week of forced proximity did little to change any of their feelings. So, he simply walked past them, speeding up when they realised he had passed by them.

Surprisingly, the other three Slytherins matched his quick pace all the way to the dungeons.

“Uh, thanks?”

Parkinson waved him off, bidding the boy goodnight as she headed off to the girls’ section of the dorms.

Malfoy slowly started to wander off.

“Well, come on,” Zabini said, motioning for Harry to follow them.

Right. He was sharing with them. Totally fine.

Once inside his new room, Harry felt his bones start to rattle again. “Is there a working floo down here?” he asked.

Malfoy raised a brow but pointed at the fireplace that was tucked into the corner of their room, three dingy chairs around it. The blonde then drew the curtains of his bed tightly.

Zabini had collapsed onto his bed as soon as entering the room, curtains closed, and a silencing charm muttered.

Harry felt himself relax a bit. He rummaged through his trunk before kneeling in front of the fireplace. He knew without a doubt that the person he was calling would still be awake,

“Fred Weasley.”

Part 2

[kankuroplease]

Oro not delivering the goods (Tsunade), making Tora’s efforts in making Jiraiya sit/not flirt with the other women there meaningless 😩