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Kenyan Sand Boa Breeding Pairs (2025)

Cherche x Creamsicle Paradox Albino x Paradox Albino Stripe

Read a brief write up about the pair and expected offspring (here) or continue below for a very extended version.

This is more for my record keeping but may be a fun deep dive if you're interested!

My only expected pair for 2025--and my first breeding of any snakes ever! A childhood dream of mine coming to fruition :)

Mutations

Firstly, I want to break down their genetics (and possible genetics) for those not familiar.

Paradox Albino

Paradox Albino is a simple recessive mutation. There are two lines of Albinism in Kenyan Sand Boas--Bell and Paradox. Albinism is attributed to the lack of melanin in an animal's body. Paradox Albinos are aptly named because they are lacking melanin, while actively displaying it in the form of black patches and spots. In other species of snakes, Paradox is a random trait and cannot be bred for, in Kenyan Sand Boas that is not the case!

Stripe

Stripe is a dominant mutation that originates from Rufescens Sand Boas, which have been heavily mixed with Kenyan Sand Boas. Unfortunately, there are not many purists that have preserved "pure" East African Sand Boas. Majority, if not almost all of them being sold in the United States are heavily mixed. Stripe is true to its name and individuals that possess this mutation will have one long, solid stripe from neck to the tip of their tail.

Stripe, being a dominant trait, only needs to be passed down by one parent to be visually expressed in the offspring. Offspring that do not get that gene from their parent do not possess the gene at all. Dominant genes are best described as 'you have it or you don't.'

Stripe, when combined with Paradox Albino, will reduce the size of the Paradox blotches to tiny specks.

Anerythristic

Anerythristic is a simple recessive mutation, attributed to the lack of Erythrin which is responsible for red and orange coloration. Animals that possess two copies of this gene will be black/brown and white in coloration.

While neither of them show it, both Cherche and Creamsicle have the possibility of being heterozygous (carrying 1 copy) for Anerythristic. I'll get into their parents' genetics and predicted offspring in a bit, but the likelihood is about a 66% chance that Cherche carries a copy and about a 66% chance that Creamsicle carries a copy. There is no way to tell if either individual in my pair actually carry this gene unless it is proven in their offspring. The likelihood that they both carry this gene is very small but if they somehow did, none of the babies would be black and white. We shall also get into this in a bit!

Paradox Snow

Snow refers to the combination and expression of both Albinism and Anerythristic. This means that both parents must pass down one copy of both genes (for a total of 4) to be properly visually expressed. When Paradox Albino and Anery is combined in this way, a Paradox Snow is produced! A yellow and white individual with dark blotches in their pattern. Gorgeous!

Predicted Offspring Mutations

Since Cherche and Creamsicle are both visual Paradox Albinos--all of their offspring will be Paradox Albino as well. Because Creamsicle has the dominant mutation Stripe--their offspring each have a 1 in 2 chance of being stripe themselves. In short, sweet, and simplified terms half of the litter will look like Mom and half will look like Dad!

Now, into the more confusing probability. Both snakes are each 66% possibly heterozygous for Anerythristic. That number does not relate at all to their offspring, just the specific chance that individual snake might contain that gene. In realistic terms, they either carry a copy of that gene or they don't. The only way to find out if they carry it is through proving them out by breeding and the outcome of the offspring. The chance that they both carry 1 copy of Anery is unlikely--but its still possible!

If neither of them carry Anery, or either one of the pair carry Anery--the babies will all be Paradox Albino and Paradox Albino Stripes.

If they so happen to both be carrying the gene for Anery, each baby has a 1 in 8 chance of being a Paradox Snow or a Paradox Snow Stripe. So the litter would contain Paradox Albinos, Paradox Albino Stripes, Paradox Snows, and Paradox Snow Stripes.

The reason that none of them would be a visual black and white Anerythristic is because both parents are Albino. Albino to Albino creates all Albino--genes can be added but Albino can not be taken out of the equation. Snow is Albino + Anery! :)

Parent Info and Variable Expression

Paradox Albino is one of the more exciting mutations in that the expression of the Paradox spots are extremely variable. Even when line-breeding, offspring can be few-spotted and they can also be extremely spotted! High Expression Paradox (more spots) are more desirable. The color vibrance is also something that is variable, with a more vibrant/neon orange being more desirable.

Cherche and Creamsicle are from the same parents, but two different litters. Inbreeding in moderation is an acceptable practice for many snake species. Their parents are unrelated, sourced from different collections. Cherche and Creamsicle were produced by Leslie Miller of Miller's Exotics.

Their mom is a large Paradox Albino het. Anery, pictured below. She was produced by Evan Stahl. Photo credit Miller's Exotics.

My favorite things about her are:

High Expression Paradox spotting.

Bigger blotches of Paradox spotting, instead of smaller dots.

Very light off-white background color (No silvering/green appearance)

Reduced/lifted side patterning.

Their dad is a Paradox Albino Stripe het. Anery, pictured below. He was produced by Scott Miller. Photo credit Miller's Exotics.

My favorite things about him are:

High Expression Paradox spotting

Thick dorsal stripe

Now let's take a look at Cherche and Creamsicle again!

Obviously there are differences in lighting between their parent pics and the ones I have taken.

They have taken heavily from their mother, especially Creamsicle. Creamsicle has a much lighter background color, you can see the difference when compared to Cherche. They have both taken that brighter orange color from their mother as well. Cherche has more of her dad's background color. The vibrance in their color is one of my favorite things about them!

Taking a look at their side profiles gives some different insight about their traits. Cherche has inherited those reduced/lifted side patternings. You can see a lot of her beautiful orange background color from the side than you can from the top. From inheriting mom's white background color, you can really see the gorgeous orange specking on Creamsicle's sides. They creep up from his belly scales like little embers. This speckling is something his dad has too but is very hard to appreciate because he is a very similar colored orange all over!

While they are not as high expression Paradox as their parents, this does not mean that their offspring will not be high expression! The variability of the mutation and lineage plays a major part. Their parents and some of their siblings being higher expression bodes well to the chance for them producing same or high expression offspring.

One other thing I would like to note is color change over time. Kenyan Sand Boas go through a slight color change as they get older. Let me show you Cherche and Creamsicle's baby pictures!

Creamsicle is a bit older in his photo and overall doesn't seem very changed--but look at Cherche! They do start out quite a bit paler and get vibrant with age!

These pictures are also a great example of what their babies will mostly look like!

Temperament

Both Cherche and Creamsicle are hands down my friendliest snakes. Their good temperaments are what I am hoping to pass down in their offspring.

I always feel its important to note how you handle snakes will directly impact their reactions to you. If I pick up either of them the wrong way they will get very wiggly and try to run away. Kenyan Sand Boas prefer to be supported in your arms rather than be grabbed or slither through your fingers, especially the big girls! That all being said, these two are extremely curious and love to interact with me and their environment.

They are both extremely chill and have never struck at me defensively or mistakenly identified me as food. Cherche loves to be held in my arms like a baby and will rest her head over my shoulder and sniff around my hair. Creamsicle is a sleeve/hood snuggler. Creamsicle's favorite interaction activity is sniffing my hands after I get home from work and will do so for hours if I let him. I sit at my desk with my hand in his tub lol. If I don't he will sit towards the lid at the front of his tub waiting for me to open it.

Whoever said Kenyan Sand Boas are boring or are just pet rocks doesn't try to interact with them much or listen to what they like!

I will be raising the babies for hopefully a few months before they go to new homes, so they will be fairly well started on some choice based handling and positive interactions. And I will have some good inclinations on their individual personalities.

Voracity

Both Creamsicle and Cherche are fantastic eaters on frozen thawed mice. I am expecting their offspring to have just as good of appetites. There's always the chance that a few babies will come out not willing to eat, or only want live--these animals will not be sold.

The only time I've ever noticed refusal of food has been recently with Creamsicle due to him being a bit desperate for ladies. At the time of writing this they have already been paired and there has been a visual lock!

Cherche is quite a ham and may be a bit over conditioned (mostly due to getting Creamsicle's uneaten extras). But hopefully a nice healthy litter will use all those extra nutrients. Plus it'll give Cherche a nice buffer in the case she has a larger than expected litter.

I prefer drop feeding over tong feeding. Drop feeding is essentially I put the food item in their cage and walk away and they will come and find and eat it. Kenyan Sand Boas are not always the best at this and will wait for the food to come to them. But I like to encourage a bit of enrichment and I feel it detaches them from associating me with food--I find that they will usually have less of an immediate food response when I open their tub when I feed this way. For most of mine I can reach in their tub without worrying I'll get bit or thought of as food.

Will Offspring be Available?

This firstly depends on how many babies Cherche has. Average litter size is 6-15 babies but it can be more and it could be less. As a first time mom, her litter is more likely to be on the small to average size.

In Warren Treacher's The Sandboa Book, from several years of testing he found that the female's weight before breeding has some merit in what the average litter size may be. He found for every ~28-32 grams of body weight, it equals one baby. Cherche's pre-breeding weight was 410g. Dividing that number by 28 and by 32 we get an average litter size of 12-14 babies. Cherche's litter that she was born in was a size of 13 babies, Creamsicle's litter was 14 babies. So this estimation is just on par with the size of their mother's litters.

I do have a few people locally who are interested in getting a baby. If you are in the United States and may be interested as well please privately message with me or ask to be put on a waitlist. I live in Northern New Jersey so if you are in my area I am happy to do a local pick up to avoid the price and stress of shipping! Please note if you are living in New Jersey, a permit is required to own exotic species which is info I can provide for you and help with. If you are not in NJ please make sure this species is legal for you to own or if you live in a permit or restricted state!

I will be posting to here and Instagram with updates about Cherche's pregnancy and all of the babies. If she ends up with an extremely small litter I will probably not have any to offer. But if everything goes well they will be paired again in another year or two. If you are looking to get a Kenyan Sand Boa sooner than that I can recommend some great breeders who are wonderful to work with.

Price

Price is extremely variable when it comes to Kenyan Sand Boas and it depends on sex, mutations, gene expression/attractiveness, and availability. If you have never browsed on MorphMarket, I would give it a look! You can get a pretty good idea of what people price their animals for.

Female snakes, high expression, more genes, and less available genes are always priced more. Price can go down for animals that aren't fit for breeding--whether its fertility issues, minor deformities, runt of the litter, etc. The other thing that can effect price is new breeders vs experienced breeders, or breeders that value the work they put into the lines they work with.

As of November/December 2024:

For Paradox Albinos, the average price I see is between $100-250 with the higher end or more for very nice looking animals.

For Paradox Albino Stripes, the average price I see is between $150-300, with again, the higher end or more for very nice looking animals.

For Paradox Snows and Paradox Snow Stripes I see an average price of anywhere from $175-350 or more depending on expression.

As of right now its hard to say what I will be pricing any offspring at until they're actually here and doing well but the above should give you a good inclination if you think you may be interested. Until I get established as a more experienced breeder I will happily accept offers within reason.

Please keep in contact with me while we wait to see if Cherche takes for her first year! My DMs are always open!

Update! 12/11/24

I brought Cherche and a few of the girls to work with me to do some experimental ultrasounds. Cricket and Campbells did not have any follicles as expected which was a good comparison for Cherche--

Look at those gorgeous follicles! Look forward to an update in a month or so when I bring her back to compare and see if they've grown or have evidence of life!

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royalreef · 2 years ago

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@skytired inquired: [ TOUCH ] for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars [ from oz! ] Older meme I will not go find - Always Accepting

From the very first touch to her gills, Miranda froze.

It made the fine muscles flex, pulling off of the harder bone-and-cartilage covers beneath the skin, forming the flap over their openings, now pulling flush, down against her neck to close. Their soft innards, bright red with oxygenated blood and so frilly and soft and large that they seemed like a feather boa, hidden inside her throat and tentatively exploring the open air, were much too large to pull fully inside. They twitched, moved, tried to retract, but that option had vanished for them, and their tips poked outside of the exit, unable to hide from the touch.

When Miranda breathed in again, hard and gasping, thinking too much of it, they flared open, three sets of oblong holes made into the shape of slits, set into the tender skin of her neck, right behind her jaw and the larger fins that sat like ears to frame her face.

It would have been strange, for creatures without gills, to consider what they were. It was easy to forget they were extensions of her natural body, entrances and exits as simple as anyone else’s nose or mouth. With their soft inner structures, flush and bright as any of Miranda’s flesh that could have been flayed open, they seemed more wound-like than natural. As though someone had come through and cut those parallel lines into her throat, punctured through so deep that it was possible to see light coming in from the other side if someone were to look within, and the edges had merely healed over with new skin.

Miranda flushed, ruddy scales burning darker, the color of fired brick, the thin skin warming as more blood rose up and against Oz’s fingertips. Somewhere beneath his gaze, her hips shifted against her seat, her arms pulling in close to her body. It was too clear, too obvious. For someone who was used to all eyes being on her, for someone who was so familiar with her appearance being picked over down to every last detail — Miranda didn’t like Oz scrutinizing her like this. It felt too open, too visible. It was too risky, too sudden, the question posed as to what might happen if he found something that he didn’t like, and Miranda did not want to answer.

The truth was — there was nowhere over her plated scales that held scars.

Not on her head. Not on her hands. Not even on her tail. She was immaculate, clean, so unmarred by the world that it had never seemed to touch her, as though the hardships of life rolled off of her like droplets of seawater. Her body was perfect, kept perfect. She was everything that the crown wanted, everything that they needed, a crown jewel of their own to keep on display and to walk out as a symbol of their power, their unthinkable control. She was a thing of desire, sculpted to awe-struck perfection down to every last detail, down to every last stretch of scales and every corner of skin, soft and polished and new. The crown protected her, polished her, kept her like any of its treasures. They left her upon a velvet display so that all could see her and all could want her and only they could have her, truly have her, and she would be theirs forever and ever, because that was the only thing that could be true for something so perfect.

Her eyes flicked down. Staring away from Oz, at the ground, unwilling to move. Abruptly she didn’t want Oz so close to her, didn’t want him touching her, wanted to crawl out of her skin and into some new lack of sensation that would wash over her like relief. Her want appeared aching and painful, but so too did her ability to say anything vanish, to nudge away from Oz, to make some semblance of her intentions known. She just... couldn’t.

Maybe that wasn’t fitting, for someone who was known for bossing others around, who made no qualms about reminding everyone else of their positions under her, but it wasn’t fitting for her to be so upset either, was it? And this was upset, wasn’t it? She was upset. She was upset and didn’t want them touching her and they had done nothing wrong, and she was someone designed to be touched. Why else would someone else polish her scales for her? Why else would she be so soft, so beautiful? Why else would they make sure that, no matter what happened to her, there would never be a scar upon her beautiful body, nothing on all ten feet of muscle and bone and scale and flesh that would ever indicate that she had been tarnished, that the world had ever rubbed a little of its filth on her, that she ever had a single rotten spot that needed to be scrubbed out?

Her throat was burning. It was burning again, protesting, familiar pain stabbing down into the lining of her esophagus, and Miranda couldn’t do anything about it.

It flared greater the more she breathed, the harder she flexed her gills, trying to think of something, trying to say something, trying to do something, and only breathing harder and harder and harder, her lungs not fully emptying before she was gasping more in, her nostrils flaring and shuttering and her chest heaving in and out as her heart fluttered in her chest, panicked, struck into motion, and she had known this hurt for so long, it had haunted her for so many years, it was her companion and her friend and it always came for her whenever she began to fear, whenever she started to breathe too hard and think too hard and someone was too close where they shouldn’t be, and it was hers and it would always be hers and it hurt, it hurt so much, and she didn’t know why her throat and her gills hurt so much but they did and they hurt when she tried to eat and when she tried to make herself eat because she started thinking about bodies and meat and how close they were and how they were inside herself and within herself and how she couldn’t get away, couldn’t get away, please, please, please please please please please please please please please—

—And she still hadn’t said a single thing to Oz. She was frozen, sitting there, staring at the ground, unable to move her body. Unable to will herself to move. She didn’t want to. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. The fear and the pain and the terror flared up inside her and she stopped trying to do anything about it, because if she just let it happen, it would have to let her go. That was how things always went. If she didn’t do anything, if she looked and acted like the perfect little jewel polished behind glass, then they would get bored. They would leave, having gotten from her what they wanted, and she would be alone again.

That was how the story always went, and it never got better. It certainly never got better if Miranda raised a fuss about it.

#Glory and Gore || IC #Dreaded rumors || Asks #skytired #panic attack #abuse #trauma #gore m #(( ....... answers this ask So Fucking Late #(( but I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT #(( because. YYYYEAH miranda has. no visible scars!#(( but she does. well. Have Them.

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sssillyserpent · 6 years ago

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Got some pics of my fiancee's beautiful new baby, Iris (Guyana Boa constrictor constrictor). She sure is stunning! Hopefully when work slows back down I can get some nice pictures of MY new babies- two tiny juvenile coastal carpets ;)

#boa #boa constrictor #bcc #true red tail boa #Guyana boa constrictor #red tail boa #please stop calling your boa imperator a red tail boa tbh #snake #snakes #reptile #reptiles #boa constrictor constrictor #iris

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bunny-rambles · 3 years ago

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may i request for 19, kaeya, fluff from ur 200+ celebration event?? congrats on 200 followers btw<33

19- “I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

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characters; Kaeya, Klee, gn reader

cw/tw; Kaeya is called a princess, but it’s all fluffy fluff

word count; 700+

notes; hello !! ah thank you so much, and thank you for requesting. this is very very fluffy so I hope you enjoy it hehe,,,

event; 200 milestone

please reblog this if you liked it !!

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When you were faced with a panting, exhausted knight telling you that the Cavalry Captain needed your urgent assistance, you really weren’t expecting what you had stumbled upon in the Favonious Headquarters.

Well, Kaeya definitely needed urgent assistance, that was for sure. But not for the reason you’d expect. And thankfully so, if you were being honest with yourself.

Within the chambers of The Spark Knight’s self confinement room sat a navy haired princess, adorned in the finest of silks, waiting for her one true love to come and set her free. Or well, that’s how you supposed Klee saw the situation. Kaeya sat on top of a rather high cabinet with a tiara on his head, the fluff of his cape wrapped around his neck to create a lovely boa, his body draped in a table cloth. His head perked up from his palm when he heard the door squeak open, his bored frown perking up into a small smirk.

“Hello, darling.”

You sent a confused, little wave to him before diverting your attention to the giggling blonde tugging at your shirt. She was wearing a matching set of black horns, a handmade dragon tail and tiny red claw gloves that fit snugly around her small hands.

��Y/N, Y/N!!” She chanted as she shoved a cardboard sword in your hand, bouncing up and down excitedly. “You gotta save your princess!! Dragon Klee is keeping her captive!” The pieces of the puzzle were starting to match up. Kaeya sent a wink in your direction, his way of saying ‘play along’.

“The princess is in danger? Guarded by a ferocious dragon?” You started, before raising your sword. “This is no match for my mighty sword! I, single-handedly, will slay the dragon and have your hand in marriage, my love!”

Kaeya was slightly taken aback when you jumped right into character, raising an eyebrow at your theatrics before chuckling behind his hand. Before he could respond, the youngster jumped into action, hopping on a cardboard box. “Grr! Klee is a dragon, and this is Klee’s princess!” She raised her hands to form claws, her mouth twisted into a large cheshire grin. You gasped dramatically before putting your hands up to your face.

“Oh, no!! A dragon!” You squealed before turning tail and running when Klee leapt off her pedestal. And so the chase commenced. The princess watched in amusement, listening to the both of you laughing and squealing in delight. He was thankful you had come so quickly, Klee was definitely more entertained being chased than protecting him. When the young girl caught up to you, she grabbed your fake sword and plunged it under her arm. This shocked you, but you tried to remain in character. You just hoped she didn’t actually hurt herself when she did that. She fell to the floor with a groan, tongue rolling out of her mouth as she closed her eyes and gripped her chest where her heart was.

“Klee…?” You asked quietly, hovering over her. She peaked one eye open, scowling adorable at you.

“Get the princess!” She whispered loudly before closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out again. After a small sigh of relief, your gaze moved up to the cross legged beauty in front of you. You offered your hand towards him, and he gladly took it, stepping down from his tower gracefully.

“Now kiss!” You hear another hushed whisper, the blonde now sitting up and watching eagerly. The two of you shared a small laugh before looking back at each other. And then, you leaned in, true love’s kiss forming as the both of you locked lips. You only pulled away when you heard a loud cheer coming from The Spark Knight and the frantic clapping of her small hands.

“What a performance… Where did you learn that?” Kaeya chuckled, slipping his tiara off and placing it gently onto your own head.

“Babysitting and looking after my younger siblings. You tend to pick this stuff up.”

Once again, he chuckled. “I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“Likewise.” You chimed back before pressing another gentle peck to his lips.

#kaeya #kaeya imagines #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x gn reader #kaeya x you #Kaeya x yn #kaeya fluff #Klee #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #200 milestone

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omg-snakes · 3 years ago

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I have finally accomplished a lifelong goal of mine. My parents have decided to let me get a red tail boa. Chances are she’ll get around 9-10 feet according to the breeder. Her mom is 10 feet her dad is 8.5. Is it normal for people to keep big snakes? Idk but if I take even my ball python to Petsmart I get weird looks. So ima bring my boa when she’s an adult

OMG, congratulations!

That's awesome. I'm very happy that your parents are being super supportive about you having a bigger snake. I hope that this includes enabling you to provide the best possible husbandry, including allowing space and funds for an appropriate enclosure size and being available to help with care when your snake reaches the two-handler safety threshold.

When I worked in the pet industry, it seemed like giant keepers were semi-common in my area. Now that I'm out of that industry, though, I don't see or hear about many folks who keep larger snakes. I'd say it's probably not super common, and I'm also fairly confident that the vast majority of the snakes I heard about while working in the pet industry were not receiving proper husbandry so those snakes may not even still be alive. The average lifespan of the Burmese pythons that I knew of was around 5-7 years, which is heartbreakingly short for a massive, gorgeous snake. I met someone who had over 20 adult and subadult red tail boas in drawers in their second bedroom. These are semi-arboreal snakes. The only chance they got to stretch all the way out was when they were brought out to show off. They had zero muscle tone and couldn't even get up on the furniture by themselves. It was a freaking bummer.

I'm sorry to say that I don't support keeping giants for most people, and I don't think they make good pets in general. These animals require specialized enclosures that are WAY bigger than the average pet home can provide, they are strong and powerful, they are intelligent and lack empathy, and keeping a snake over 8 feet will require that you have a second handler to spot you any time you have their enclosure open. This is for safety, because if that snakes grabs you in a feeding bite you may not be able to dislodge them yourself and it could result in severe injury for both of you, and of course it looks bad for the entire hobby and could result in a push for increased legislation. A lot of folks let their ego get the better of them and ignore this guideline... and it hurts all of us.

I also strongly advise against taking your snake out in public unless it's a strictly controlled situation. Doubly so if they're over 6 feet as you'll absolutely need to have a spotter with you. I ESPECIALLY think this is a terrible idea in a place with other animals, like Petsmart/Petco/etc. That's a super big no-no. All it takes is one split second of you not paying attention for your snake to decide that somebody else's sweet little yip-yap dog looks like a snack and you have an official tragedy on your hands. Similarly, if one of the snakes in the store has a transmittable disease, like IBD, and you bring your snake close enough to that sick snake to pick up air particles, your snake is now possibly infected. Dogs and cats can be vaccinated against common diseases, so accompanying their human to the store isn't a huge deal, but reptiles can't currently be vaccinated and preventable diseases have destroyed entire collections. That person with the drawers I mentioned? Yeah, all gone. IBD ripped through that room like a grease fire.

I'm sorry to be a wet blanket and I really am happy for you! It's great to be excited and to have a dream that comes true! I just want to make sure that you're being mindful of your obligations to the reptile hobby as a large species keeper. It's a huge commitment, quite literally, and you need to be hyper-vigilant that you're not letting your personal desires and ego create a risk to your pet, to your family, to the general public, and to the hobby as a whole.

With great snake comes great responsibility.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years ago

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HASO, “Ash.”

A couple people were showing some interest in other Alien characters aboard the ship, and I thought I would give you all some insight into that. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you all have a great day.

“You have ruined this family.”

“What have you done!”

“The war is the only thing left for you now, so make yourself useful and die.”

Etium slowly lifted his head from the computer where he sat staring blankly at the accounting spreadsheet on the screen. Beside him, the other two Tesraki’s chairs were empty. He sighed, and slowly turned back to the accounting. They had likely finished their half of the books hours ago, leaving him to sit in the darkness alone with his own strange thoughts. His four fingered hands clicked at the keys of the human made keyboard,

He was good at typing, pretty fast for someone who was missing two requisite fingers, but he was nothing in comparison to the others.

He was nothing in comparison to most Tesraki.

Etium was slow when it came to doing the books, repeatedly checking every line and ever string of numbers for any possible mistake that could have been made. The process took him hours longer than it should have, but finally he stood, pushing back his chair and hopping down to the floor. The human ship whirred softly in the distance. It was a comforting sound, but he had always found some measure of comfort in humanity.

Etium had been hit the hardest by the huminization phenomenon. It didn’t surprise him all that much. He had fought side by side with humans since the Drev war, and the changes in him had taken a long time to develop. They ran deep now through his body as sure as his blood. WIth skills honed in human war, and being one of few survivors, he was quick to react to sounds, followed movement more easily, and could read body language better than almost any other alien he knew.

Dr Krill wasn’t even as good as he considered himself.

That’s what war did to a person.

He reached up to his torn ear and shivered at the smell of smoke that seemed to waft up from his fur. He could never get the smell of ash out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

Etium knew there was something wrong with him, but he kept that to himself. The others tended to avoid him, and that was alright. He was friends with the Finnari, and while they were a bit sensitive, he supposed that was ok. He didn’t need anyone asking questions about what he was doing and why he was there.

He ducked through one of the maintenance corridors, and into the hallway behind the rec room.

He could hear humans and Drev talking and laughing on the other side, but when he passed through the next door, he found the hall opened into a large-ish storage room that was lined in boxes and crates. Inside was what remained of the Omen crew. Tesraki, Finnari, Celzex and Yeb. They had a little place here for those aliens who found it difficult to constantly interact with humans.

Yeb was a bit of a special case as she seemed to hop between both without much trouble. She lounged on one of the crates, her tail swishing back and forth against the box below her, bright green fur along her back, waving slightly in the air currents.

Etium leaned against the wall making no noise, and interacting with no one.

He wouldn’t have minded hanging out with humans, and drev, but….. Every time he did he just couldn’t shake the smell of smoke.

Why was he here?

Because he had seen a human boldly risk his life for two wounded alien soldiers.

Etium remembered the red sky above and the ash covered ground beneath. He remembered the wounded Rundi soldier at his side as the creature stalked towards them from the darkness. He remembered the flash of blue, and then an animal howl as the human came charging from nowhere.

When he closed his eyes, he could still hear the blood curdling scream of pain the human had given off as his limbs were ripped from his body.

He shook himself trying to shake the smoke away.

“Clan is more important than anything else.”

Etium lifted his head, arms still crossed over his chest.

“Then mean nothing.” Yeb was saying, “My parents abandoned me in an ice cave when I was just a cub.”

“Not our fault your species is defective.” Lord Avex was saying.

The burg lifted his hands in an attempt to keep the piece, technicolor wings flickering behind him, “Not now, all of you we must remember that as different species we all have different beliefs and needs. He pressed his hands together. The Burg do find clan very important, but it was for our survival for the longest time. There are plenty of other species that don’t need such things, like the Vrul or the Gibb for example, who are solitary creatures.”

The group of three finnari huddled close together and nodded.

They wouldn’t be likely to argue, they hated conflict and tried to keep the peace as much as it was possible.

He glanced over to the side surprised to find Waffles, the dog, lying with her head on her paws, around her neck, the snake creature Jeffery hung like a boa scarf.

He supposed she had any right to be here like the rest of them, she wasn’t human and neither was the snake. Though neither of them were classified as sentient and didn’t have the intelligence to speak. Waffles licked at her paws and Jeffery lifted his head turning to look at the speakers as if he was listening intently.

“This is not about biology, this is about the facts. There is strength in numbers, and numbers can win out over force anyday. Humans are the best example of this and you all know it. They managed to survive on a death world by making packs.”

Lord Avex did have a point, but lord Avex was also known for being an egotistical asshole.

That was sort of the defining feature of Celzex.

The furry little creatures were very proud, and very loyal, so they were both a blessing and an absolute pain to have on your side.

Most of the time they just liked causing problems for the sake of causing problems.

“There is nothing wrong with a solitary existence. My species has been living as single occupants inside a distanced society for a very long time.”

Lord Avex snorted, “Might I also point out that you society is a fascist Authoritarian dictatorship recovering from a pandemic crisis and refuses to join the GA to control their own citizens?��

The hair on the back of her body stood up, “Oh like your planet is any better. Roving warring clans who eat their own children.”

“Please, Peace.” THe burg was saying.

“You have no place in this. The burg have lived under a corrupted monarchy for ages.”

Etium sighed and closed his eyes.

Apparently, he had sighed much louder than he intended, and when he opened his eyes the entire room was looking at him,

“You got something to say.” Avex growled, “Anything to offer from a corporate capitalist hellscape.”

Etium pushed himself off from the wall, “No, I have nothing to say.”

Avex bristled, and when he did he got even fluffier, “I don’t think we are done here. I want to hear what you have to say.”

Etium sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to get out of this one, “I think that all of our societies suck, they just all do it equally.”

The room bristled, but he kept going. He had stuck his foot in it and now he was going to have to deal. He looked at yeb and Avex, “Both of you are true about the other, same with the burg sorry to say.” He nodded over at the winged creature, “But think about it, all of us suck in some way or another,. My species destroyed our own natural habitats in the name of progress, He looked at the Finnari, No cohesive leadership, and a societal wide inability to make decisions. The Vrul live under a corrupted communist system and the Rundi are all politicians, so guess where that leads us. The Drev are a fractured group of clans bent on killing each other for no other reason than the fact that it is honorable. And don’t even get me started on humans, they are the worst of us all, since they can do everything we can and more.”

He sort of expected the uproar that followed, but kept his head low to avoid having to deal with it. He brushed a hand through his fur, attempting, mostly to brush the ash from it, and despite being able to feel it with his fingertips, he saw none break loose.

The room grew louder and louder until a sharp bark broke the silence.

The room went very quiet very suddenly.

He turned to see waffles had risen up into a sitting position, her hackles raised.

She growled low in her throat , and the entire room calmed down very quickly after that, Jeffery opened his mouth and turned his head like a periscope around the room.

Waffles slid back onto the floor and rested her chin on her paws ears sticking straight up as she sighed.

The room was only slowly able to return to its former discussion, though everyone remained mostly quiet.

Etium slumped back against the wall. He could see the other Tesraki across the room staring at him. He tried to ignore them for the most part, he didn’t really fit in with them to any sort of degree. He didn’t blame them.

He wasn’t particularly good with finances.

He didn’t have to be though, most humans were pretty poort at it too, so any ability whatsoever was considered good. That was another reason why he was here. If he was slow and ok at handling money, then he was going to be fine. If he tried to work anywhere else as a Tesraki….

He'd be fired

Or disowned…

Etium quietly slipped from the room, out and down the hallway. He knew where he was going, and followed his own memory down through the hallways until he came to a door. He knocked once.

“Come in.”

The door slid open and he stepped into a room lit by soft yellow light. Dr Adric was sitting at his desk, skin glowing a pale yellow in the dim lighting. He looked up, and when he smiled his teeth flashed white.

“Etium, it is good to see you. I didn’t expect you till our session tomorrow.”

Etium wandered into the room glancing down at the diagrams on the wall, and the large books on the shelves beside the desk. “Do you want me to leave.”

“No, of course not, take a seat.”

He did and stared up at the ceiling with a sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Etium was quiet for a while, but finally opened his mouth to speak, “I can still smell the ash sometimes, Feel it in my fur when I go to bed. It…. doesn't really bother me most of the time, and I know it’s not real, but it certainly feels that way.”

Dr Adtric leaned on his desk and nodded, “Did you know somatic hallucinations are extremely common In Tesraki.”

He rubbed his fur, “Really?”

“Yes, at least one in twenty report small things. Feelings of items brushing over their fur even when nothing is there. If it starts to bother you, come to me and we will look into helping it. Otherwise just remember the exercises I taught you.”

He shifted in his seat and absently looked at the wall, “So if Somatic hallucinations are common in Tesraki….. Than what about everyone else?”

Dr Adric smiled at him. His expression, both charming and calming at the same time. He had an eir about him that just seemed to make things slow down and relax. It was a nice feeling to have.

“Well both Vrul and Gibb are prone to psychosis with obsessive and grandiosity characteristics. Most Vrul I know could be classified as having some sort of anxiety. Rundi are commonly seen with OCD. Celzex presents with characteristics of Antisocial personality disorder. Finnari can commonly be seen with dependent personality disorders. Both the Drevb and the Starborn, have a high rate of narcissism. In the case of the starborn, they have a 100% rate at this time…. Though to be fair we only have one starborn”

Etium couldn’t help but smile just a little. “Humans have all of those things I guess, since you have a name for all of them.”

“Yes. Though, I would say that I work most closely with Post Traumatic Stress.”

“Like what I have?”

“Similarly yes, though yours presents differently.”

“That’s what the Admiral’s dog is for? He said she was a PTSD dog.”

“That would be correct.”

Etium leaned back in his seat and stared out the window behind Adric. The man said he presented with listlessness, difficulty concentrating, and emotional detachment. He didn’t have flashbacks or stress associated, which is why he couldn't be entirely diagnosed, bu7t the two of them were pretty sure whatever he had was similar. They had thought about depression on one or two occasions, but he didn’t have trouble getting out of bed, or doing things that he enjoyed. He just got listless and distracted a lot.

Adric thought it might be an entirely different issue from what humans could get, but as of yet, there wasn’t enough research to determine that. They were working on it in their own right now, and he had been feeling a little more present, but he still wasn’t really there yet.

He hoped that soon he would be out of the rut he was stuck in.,

“Have you managed to tell the Admiral, like we had been talking about.”

Etium picked at the fur on his arm, “He seems…. Too busy to talk to me and I…. well I don’t know what it would accomplish.”

“I think it would be good for you to talk to someone who experienced the war.”

Etium sighed, “I didn’t really do much in the war. I sat there and just… was scared. The humans did everything.”

“I think you might find there are humans that feel the same way you do. I encourage you to talk to him. Knowing the man myself, I have no doubt that he will be accepting of your story.” He held up his hands, “I don’t want to push you, but I do encourage you to let him know.”

I think it would be good for both of you

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leopardsealz · 3 years ago

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list of some of my fave creachurs for no other reason other than im autisming & making lists are so fun

mammals

felines

pinnipeds

deer (includes bootleg deer eg musk deer)

true foxes (aka vulpes genus)

moon bear

aye-aye lemur

orca

sperm whale

false killer whale

birds

peregrine

lammergeier

great skua

magnificent frigatebird

greater black-backed gull

common buzzard

golden eagle

invertebrates

wasps / hornets

spiders / tarantulas

sea slugs

dragonflies

planarians

deaths head hawk moth

cephalopods

fish

whale shark

hagfish

lampreys

sailfish

sturgeon

eels

seahorses / sea dragons

giant snakehead

northern pike

reptiles

king cobra

gaboon viper

komodo dragon

green anaconda

arabian sand boa

red-tailed green rat snake

alligator snapping turtle

gharial

amphibians

olm

hellbender

caecillians

#sam.txt #vibrating. i love animal i want everyone to know i love animal!!!!! even tho its already v obvious i love animal #special interest

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dragonblobz · 4 years ago

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INJURIES PT 3

After a billion years HERE IT IS...... another non smutty installment of the request made by @lilfriezatyrant 🤣 I swear there will eventually be smut. I'm just enjoying this too much. Wrote this to Battle Cry by Imagine Dragons

The cot creaks and shifts as you try to lay next to him as gently as possible on your side facing him. He’s not that large, but the cot isn’t either, and as you relax, the middle of the thing sinks, causing your body to drift along the side of him.

His leg is very cool on your leg. His tail flicks the cover over you sloppily. You shiver and reach down to adjust this blanket more smoothly, trying to be discreet about moving your leg away from his. But your movement just makes the cot sag more and you slide even closer. He chuckles amiably.

“I’ll not scald you, (Y/N). In fact…..” His tail slips between the cover and your shirt to press you into his body. It’s cold enough to be felt even thru the fabric of your shirt. “…… Get over here. Your body heat is pleasant.”

You place your palms together and slip your hands under your cheek, just looking at his darkened profile. His hands are still behind his head. Your face is practically in his armpit. If he were a sweaty human, you’d probably be able to smell it. As it is, you can smell him, but it’s not body odor. At least, not human body odor. The smell reminds you of that time your biology instructor had allowed you to hold the boa from the classroom terrarium. Reptilian. Only sweeter. Almost too sweet.

His eyes are closed. There’s just enough dim firelight that you can see the side of his mouth twisted in a smirk.

Your eyes wander up to look at the crystal that seems to just be his cranium. And it’s really pretty right now, the firelight casts orange fairy like flashes in it’s amethyst depths. Like angels among galaxies. Very beautiful.

These little flecks shift as his face turns and those burning red pupils are exposed as his large eyes open. The smirk is still affixed to his mouth and it belies the irritation in his voice.

“Are you going to sleep? Or just look at me all night?”

“Both.” Your own voice is tart and you blush at being had.

His smirk morphs into a full on closed lipped grin as one of his smooth brows raises.

“Oh? And here I was, assuming that you were cold and tired. Shame on me.” The sarcasm is thick.

You don’t say anything. Just squeeze your eyes shut and try to sleep.

Eventually, your body heat pools under the blanket. And it’s the undoing of your consciousness as you gradually fall into dreams.

………………………………………..

It’s some bird that wakes you up this morning. A gentle rhythmic tweeting that is just harsh enough to gradually rouse you from slumber.

The first thing you register as your eyes open is his sleeping face. Pointed skyward, his face looks as innocent as when you’d scraped him off the charred remains of the forest floor 2 days ago.

The low cool toned light of pre dawn thru the walls of your tent casts blue flickers on that purple cranium. He’s really very pretty.

You’ve got a fairly silly sleepy smile on your face as you realize the exact nature of your body placement.

You can feel the cold hardness of that purple spot on his shoulder upon your cheek. You’re so fucking close that when your gaze travels down, you can see the definition of the musculature and venous structures of his neck.

Your arm is draped over his chest, your fingertips pressed into that purple stone like spot on his chest. And, most shameful of all, your leg is across his body, the flesh of your thigh almost directly over his groin.

You are literal stone. Cannot move. Cannot even breathe.

Fuckshitfuckshit.

You’re pretty sure that, should you try to extricate yourself from him, you’ll wake him. So you just lay like this.

He hasn’t moved one iota. Is still in the exact position as the previous evening. Arms still crossed behind his head. The only notable difference is that his tail is completely wrapped around your abdomen. Twice. And absolutely under your shirt. The strange texture of it doesn’t feel as cold as it had the night before. Perhaps your body heat really DOES help.

After a time, you finally move. But just your head. You look down at the hand on his chest. You watch your own fingertips curl and press into that icy purple spot.

“Just touch me, (Y/N). I grow weary of your hesitation.”

You nearly jump entirely out of your skin.

His eyes remain closed. Face relaxed, save a the barest hints of a smirk, which you can barely see out of the corner of your eye.

“No…… no that’s okay. Really, I should get up and check your wounds.”

You sit up, remove your hand from him. But you don’t get far.

His tail constricts slightly underneath your shirt. An uncomfortable warning. He still hasn’t moved. But his mouth twists into a sneer.

“My injuries will wait. I’m getting rather tired of your impulsive tendency to ignore my good will.”

One hand leaves his cranium and, upon the movement, you notice that the wound upon his head has completely vanished. Geez…… this guy heals FAST. And his eyes are still closed.

This hand slowly reaches for your arm. The movement is easy to predict. Purposeful. You know just what he’s going to do. And you do nothing to stop him.

His cool fingers wrap around your wrist and pull your hand, just as slowly……. Almost inexorably……… grip as firm as a vice, back to that icy purple spot on his chest. And he holds it there.

His eyes finally open, and he gazes at you. His face is unreadable for a moment before he grins at you impishly.

“There. Look at that! Your hand is still intact.” Mirthful chuckles. You blush and scowl at him. But his eyes almost twinkle with his merriment at your discomfort before he continues.

“Now. Satisfy your infernal curiosity so that we can get along with this day.” His fingers gradually loosen their grip. As if he’s waiting for you to yank your hand from him.

You don’t. And so his hand returns to its twin to cradle his head.

It is strange. Such unmitigated access to an alien being. You simply rest your hand upon him. It’s not like you haven’t touched him. You’d cleaned him up that very first day. But, other than a curious touch to his face, that had been very business like. Just cleaning up an injured beast.

But this beast is very much conscious now. Very much awake. And very much aware of every movement you’re making.

You sit up straighter and place your other hand upon his belly. It quivers slightly under your touch before relaxing. Instinctive. But he remains motionless.

You run your palms along his abdomen. His skin is cool along his belly, but warm where your leg had been laying a few minutes ago. You notice his large toes flexing at the bottom of the makeshift brace sticking out of the cover.

Your hands reach the blanket, bunched at his hips. You blush and run them quickly back up to his chest. He chuckles again but doesn’t speak.

You can feel the delicate texture of his skin. Can see the luminescence even in the low light, shifting around your fingers as you prod now into his pectorals around that amethyst splotch. He’s really very muscular for such a slender thing. You can feel the firm flesh underneath that skin.

Your focusing so hard on this as your fingertips trail up to his neck that you don’t notice how intense his gaze is upon you. At least, not until you think about touching his face, until you look. You hesitate. He says nothing.

You pull your hands away and, so fast that you never actually SEE him move, his fingers are, once again, wrapped around your wrist. But, oddly enough, you’re not startled at all.

You hand is frozen mid air, his grip a pale manacle. You look at it. Notice how glossy his nails are. Like obsidian. And bring your other hand up to trace the delicate looking bone structure of this hand around your wrist.

He then pulls again, just as slowly. But this time he does not pull your hand to his chest. It is the same as before. You know exactly what he’s going to do. And just as the last time, you do not resist as he presses your palm to his jaw. His crimson eyes study you. Your mind conjures a momentary hysterical image of a child patting a dragon. You suppose that this is just what you are.

His hand continues to hold yours to his face. And you bring your other hand up to match this touch on the other side. And there you are. Cupping the face of an alien. His lips are a thin line as he speaks.

“Your hands are warm. Your touch is pleasant. You have the hands of a true healer.”

You rub your thumbs along the corners of his dark lips. You can feel the tendons of his face move as he speaks again.

“I cannot recall, but I feel as if this is something I would not normally allow anyone to do.” He smirks again. “Do you feel honored, (Y/N)? You SHOULD feel so.”

Your face is relaxed and smooth with awe. This is all just so surreal. Maybe you’re still asleep? Well….. if this is a dream…..

“Yes. I think I am.” Your words are a dry croak. His smirk deepens.

“Well, if that curiosity is quite satisfied, I think I am ready to allow you to examine…….”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish as you throw caution to the wind, lean forward, and kiss him.

#frieza #freeza #lord frieza #frieza x reader #holy crap #no warnings for this #wow #long post #my writing

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crispysnakes · 4 months ago

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'24 1.2 Kemper x Tudehope Surinames

Eating f/t adult mice once every 10-14 days.

These kids are ready to go! Check them out on MM here.

#suriname #boa constrictor #true red tail boa #red tail boa #bcc #locality boa #suriname boa

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paperficwriter · 5 years ago

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A Deer Dance (Charlastor, Hazbin Hotel)

Alastor is a deer demon, and while he's never been lonely, he's not going to say no to a little doe that seems as interested in him as he with her.

Dirty Paper warning!

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Living or dead, Alastor always did like to believe that he was one of a kind. The best of the best, and a step above the rest. And, in many ways, he was right; when he compared himself to other radio personalities, or home chefs, or, now, demon lords, that knowledge that he was better would add a skip in his step and the huge smile on his face.

He wondered if that gap that remained open between him and everyone else was the reason why his appearance was so different here. He’d never seen another deer demon before. All of the other shapes of demonic beasts were represented, certainly. Wolves. Bears. Goats. God, so many goats, it had ruined any dish with meat or milk that he might come across.

There were rumors of others, but perhaps his presence, his power, had sent them all into hiding.

That would make sense. Alastor didn’t particularly appreciate being shown up (and most denizens across the Nine Circles were more than aware of that). Just his average appearance - his dashing suit, the cloven prints of his shoes, the long fluffy tufts of his hair and his sharp-toothed grin - parted many a crowd, but in his true demonic form with its rack of horns and dead-eyed, sharp-toothed leer, most hoped to just survive the encounter.

But it was in his fairly casual shape that he went to Mimzy’s Club for a colorful event that she was hosting that particular evening. The Burlesque Revue had been all the talk across the city for several weeks before, something that was supposed to combine the lurid fantasies that were commonplace in this corner of Hell with something a little more artistic.

“Listen, if there’s gonna be stripping, ain’t nobody gonna say no to that,” he had heard one demon say as they looked at the poster of one particularly long-legged dame with a boa around her shoulders. “If they wanna make it fancy, s’alright by me, just so long as they take it all off at the end, yeah?”

There certainly wasn’t any proof that Alastor had set the unbearable dolt on fire. People combust all the time in Hell!

After all, the concept alone sounded entertaining enough for Alastor, that was for certain, but what really intrigued him the most was the rumor that the whole thing was being hosted to bring attention to some hospitality project being taken on by the Princess of Hell herself, Charlotte Magne. And if she was anything like the classical piece of art her mother Lilith was on stage, he did not want to miss this for anything.

Mimzy clearly had tried to doll up the place. There were fairy lights everywhere, and thick drapes of black and red velvet scooped down from each pillar along the edge of the club floor. An entire area had been elevated into a stage and that was littered with props and poles and bars.

“Al!” Mimzy gushed as soon as he came in, rushing over to take both of his hands. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you. These people are annoying the shit out of me. I forgot how the artsy crowd could be such a bunch of divas.”

“Mim, Mim, Mim,” he tutted, “I think you just described the entire population of the here-after. The artists just happen to have practice, don’t you know?”

They laughed about that, and then someone spoke up behind him, a young, sweet voice that was so different from the raucous roar he was used to that it was almost startling. “Hey, Mimzy, I’m so sorry to bother you. Can we get a little more light on stage left?”

“What do I look like, an electrician?”

“No, but the electrician snuck into one of the dancer’s dressing rooms, and I’m pretty sure he won’t be waking up anytime soon.”

Mimzy sighed as Alastor turned to the source of the voice. “I’ll get right on it, Princess,” she groused before disappearing.

And there she was. The Heir to the Throne of Hell. What had Alastor been expecting? Someone dressed like Lucifer, probably, a mess of over-the-top vaudevillian aesthetic and an extremely untrustworthy face. And yet somehow, that horrible cretin had helped to birth the most beautiful creature Alastor had ever laid his eyes on. Even if it had just been the classy black dress, the diamonds in a cascading pattern down her neck, the silver apple tiara atop her blond hair styled in a gorgeous updo...all that would have been more than enough to catch Alastor’s attention, but then...

“Charlie. Please.” She said it like it was one of a thousand times she had insisted. And although Mimzy was already gone, her ears perked at Alastor.

Her slightly furry, tear-drop shaped ears, and a tail turned up behind her where the dress had been perfectly cut to let it out.

Another demon just like him. No, not just like him. A doe.

“Well,” he greeted with a low bow. “I’m glad I won’t be making that mistake. I will never call you by a name that is not your preference, my dear.”

She giggled into her hand, covered by a long opera glove that matched the black of her dress. “I appreciate it. And you must be Alastor. Unless you prefer ‘the Radio Demon’?”

Oh, she was a quick one. Not that Alastor was ever good at flying under the radar. “I would prefer ‘yours,’ actually.”

That got an even darker blush from her already-rosy cheeks. Her tail twitched a little bit. “That’s a title that comes with many responsibilities, Alastor,” she said through a little smile, clearly trying to keep up with him.

“Where do I send my resume, darling, because I’m always looking for a job with better benefits.”

“Well, you certainly know how to dress to impress.” Charlie bit her lip as she glanced at him up and down. Alastor knew when he was being sized up, and he let her take him in, knowing already that she was having the same response to him as he had to her. You’re someone like me, her eyes said. After so long.

“Maybe in this case,” he said quietly, stepping in close to her. “I should have left the suit at home. After all, you should dress for the job you want, shouldn’t you?”

Charlie leaned in. This close, he could see all the soft strands of fur on her ears, the pink inside. He wanted so, so much to touch them, but...not yet. There would be time and privacy for that yet. “I’d really like to continue this interview,” she whispered, “but as you can see I have a revue to oversee.”

“After, then,” he said, slipping her hand into his and cradling it. So small. Delicate. “I have a tower with an extremely quaint office overlooking the city. It’s quite comfortable, you’ll find.”

She nodded, voice breathless. “After.”

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Charlie let Alastor take her home. If anything, Alastor thought he noticed her speed up a bit through her acknowledgements and post-show credits, now and then glancing his way. Nobody else would notice, but he could see the way her tail was flashing, how she wanted to run.

Run to him, no less.

And she did, in the huge fluffy stole that she had worn on stage after her act when her dress had been taken off and then pulled back on only as a skirt, her pale skin just showing though her breasts were hidden. He had never driven himself faster back to his Radio Tower.

The only person down in the “lobby” was Husk, and he was playing a computerized slot machine that he had won in a game with Alastor (though to be fair, Alastor let him win, because otherwise he threatened to leave altogether, and one piece of infernal technology was payment enough for service he could count on).

“Don’t wait up, Husker-chum,” he said, Charlie on his arm.

“Why the fuck would I literally ever care what you are do...do...” He trailed off in that moment. Husk had looked up momentarily from the game, catching a glance at Charlie, and his mouth just stayed in that same ‘o’ until they were in the elevator. Then, as though realizing that the moment Charlie went upstairs with Alastor it would all be over, he fell over himself running toward the quickly-closing doors. “Hey, what’s the rush?!” he asked hastily. “Let’s hang out! The night’s young! We can get some drinks or hit a bar or--” Alastor snapped his fingers, and the doors refused to open, even as he hit the button. “I’m not always great with sharing,” he said as Charlie was quietly laughing into the fur around her neck.

“Good,” she said, dropping the wrap to the red floor. She stood before him now with nothing but diamonds from the waist up, blinking at him bashfully despite the fact that she was the one who had made this quite-forward, more-than-brazen move. In the mirrored wall of the elevator, he could see her tail, soft and twitching just so. Now, now he did reach out to caress it, to run his long fingers through it. She shivered and instinctively huddled close to him. “So what were you saying about your qualifications before?”

As much as he had planned to continue their little tete-a-tete, it was hard to manage at the sight of her so natural. He pulled her out of the elevator when they reached the top floor and made quick work of getting her out of the rest of the dress. He dragged his mouth across her thigh, the little freckles there looking like the same pattern on young does.

At some point, his antlers sprang from his head, creaking slightly like branches over them, and when she sprang to his boudoir, he didn’t know how she would respond to his coming up from behind her, grabbing her waist and pressing in tight and close where she could feel the bulge in his pants.

He didn’t think she would moan and raise her tail to him, inviting him inside.

It wasn’t the only way they would have one another that night, but it was the most intense. The most instinctive, the best and only way he could imagine fucking in this form of his that he had gained. They didn’t speak, not even each other’s names, and yet he felt like he had known her for eternity before that, and that she wasn’t some mysterious woman that had just happened to fall into his life.

They didn’t even kiss until that first round was over, when she was gasping and clutching at the covers of his four-post bed, and he had nuzzled her face until it met his.

“I think,” she said softly, sometime quite a while later, her head on his chest, gold hair now free and messy all over his sheets, “we might have a position available for you.”

“Only one?” he teased as he rolled her onto her back and came back down to kissing her neck.

#my paper fics #hazbin hotel #charlastor #charlie magne #alastor #dirty paper warning #dirty paper

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thequeengoesroar · 4 years ago

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A batch of four of my fav Jellicle Queens-But they’re full human instead of half cat half human lol

Bomba would be such a sexy bombshell as the Queen she is-with dat spikey collar and a tight fitting dress to show off her curves. She prob flirts with every tom but can’t find a true relationship that’s not toxic for both of them. Doesn’t care anyway. Drinks alot when the kittens are asleep. Wears hot red lipstick 24/7. ROCKS that smokey feline eye makeup. Actually a nice sister and a cool vodka auntie to the younger girls of the pack.

Rumpleteazer would be a teen, aged about 17-19. Still childish and naughty, is a tomboy. Has lots of guy friends and was caught shoplifting several times but returned everything back to the store after doing it. Great at acrobatics and can turn a cartwheel whenever she wants. Especially close with her twin Mungojerrie. Her friends have never seen her without her twin. Has orange hair with brown/plantinum blonde highlights. The freckles on her cheeks are just fucking adorable. Still loved by everyone. Is a great friend with her uncle Skimbleshanks, who works at the night mail train. Secretly enjoys Skimble’s dad jokes.

Victoria would be slightly younger than Rumpleteazer. About 15-17. Very soft spoken and enjoys stuff like knitting and sewing. Loves romance novels and listens to classical, but never sings. Learned ballet since a very young age, extremely flexible. Is very new to love and would like to find her mate. Has a good relationship with her brother Mistoffelees. He sometimes does some cute magic tricks for her like pulling flowers out of a cup. Has plantinum bonde hair with pale skin. Her wide blue eyes are so mesmerizing.

Grizabella would be in her 50-60s, and is prob homeless. Was actually hotter than Bomba when she was young and left her family for her own fame and glory. Quickly loses dignity when she started to gain wrinkles on her face. Hated by the Jellicles but Jemima helped her regain ber trust from the other cats. Old D manages to find a shelter for her. Underweight due to not having eaten for a long time. Smokes ALOT. Saggy skin and smeared mascara. Salt and pepper hair that has been unwashed.

YeH thats it for today did any of u guys notice the lil touches I made on them to resemble their feline tails Like Bomba has her fur boa, Rumple had her dangling belt, Victoria has her floof yarn, and Griz has her cigar fumes swirling around her.

Ill be back with Rumple and Mungo.

#jellicle cats #jellicle songs for jellicle cats #cats the musical #cats #headcanons #rumpleteazer #grizabella #victoria #bombalurina #fanart #traditional art #art #pencil #mungojerrie #mango jelly #jellicle ball #mungojerrie and rumpleteazer #memory

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hellsangelsheavensrejects · 4 years ago

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Present Day: The Ninth Circle

Blythe

"Do you really think he could ever love you?"

Harry

Harry didn’t look at John.

The demon’s barbed words hit home in a way he wouldn’t have thought possible only a few days ago. But now… now he didn’t know what to think.

He didn’t even fully know his own past, after all, and that was because John had tampered with his mind. A violation of trust that threw every single moment he’d had with John into an entirely different light.

Just how much had Constantine fucked with his head? Manipulated him? Conned him? Looked right at him and lied to his face while sharing stark naked, laid-open bare intimacy with one another?

Well. Not as open as he had thought.

Harry didn’t look at John. He didn’t want to see the lies still written on his face.

Instead, he looked at Blythe, spitting blood onto the ground as he gave an ineffectual wrench on his chains. “Hey... who needs love... wh-when you could have a homicidal... stick bug of an ex string you up and torture you to death instead?”

John and Blythe

Someone very, very powerful had drawn the binding circles on the ground around both the warlocks. Circles that firmly kept magic out.

The two warlocks themselves, were shackled at hands and feet, the metal inscribed with runes of power.

John would be flattered at the effort, if he hadn't been sick with pain.

Oh, no, Blythe hadn't done anything to him beyond forcing him to his knees and clasping the shackles around wrists and ankles. His pain wasn't physical. Not yet. Not like Harry's.

His torture was purely and exquisitely of the emotional variety.

Forced to watch and listen as Blythe turned their full, hellish attention on Harry.

Harry himself, was strung up by his shackles, his feet barely reaching the ground and hands fastened spread out to either side over his head. The position left him to either strain to push himself up on his toes or to suffocate from the weight of his own body.

Crucifixion torture minus the crucifix. How very sarcastic of you, Blythe.

And the demon hadn't just left it at that. Oh, of course not.

Over their shoulder, tangling elegantly with the bright red feathers on whatever appendage it was that most people would mistake for a boa, hung a bullwhip. Two inches thick where their clawed hand held onto it and tapering down, down down to three thin leather straps tipped with glinting metal.

They were good with it.

When they had started, it was only those sharp metal spikes that had kissed Harry's skin. Hours ago.

But the last two lashes, Blythe had used the thick body of the whip, where the leather was woven tightly into itself, to catch him around the sides of his torso, driving out the air from his already struggling lungs and leaving forearm thick, quickly bruising stripes. The blood Harry spat out made the possibility of some internal damage way, way too real.

John had watched, eyes wide even if each lash felt like it caught him across the heart. This was his torture.

Harry was the tool, not the target.

And John worried that if Blythe thought that it wasn't affecting him enough, that he wasn't paying enough attention … they'd do worse.

So he watched.

--- Blythe laughed a sharp little laugh, genuine humour in their wind-between-dead-branches voice.

"Death?", they chuckled and frowned, all six of their glowing red eyes now open and squinting with amusement. "No, I've got no plans to kill John."

They stepped closer to Harry and tipped the whip, letting the tail of it caress his chest. Their smile widened when they heard the sharp intake of breath, the desperate click of John's throat as he swallowed against what was sure to be nausea.

"John taught me a beautiful lesson about suffering.", they continued. "And that is that human suffering is so much more effective when you're still alive. Living in pain, dear Harry, is such a sweet, sweet appetizer for what is waiting for him in Hell. And he's doing a very good job at killing himself. Did he tell you that he's dying from cancer? Or is that something else that he kept from you?"

Harry

Harry knew pain. Every kind of pain imaginable. He knew it on a more intimate level than most could ever even dream of. Pain was an old friend of his, kept close to his heart, fueling his actions, feeding his will, overflowing from his memories. Giving him the incentive to keep fighting, to keep standing between the monsters in the world and the people he had chosen to protect with his very life.

He knew pain, but he had never known pain quite like the pain that John Constantine had inflicted on him. Even Blythe's barb-tipped scourge didn't come close. Even as it tore the skin of his torso and back to shreds again and again and again for what felt like an eternity, even as the power of Blythe's blows left cracked ribs and dark bruises. Even as he struggled to find purchase with his bare feet, fatigued legs threatening to collapse underneath him and leave him to suffocate.

The breath rattled in his lungs as he pushed himself up with shaking legs enough to drag in a mouthful of air. Blythe's mocking laughter seemed to skitter and crawl over him in creeping, stinging trails that shivered down his skin.

No, I've got no plans to kill John.

Those simple words were a stark reminder of why he was here. Blythe wasn't torturing Harry. Not really.

They were torturing John. Harry was just a means to an end. Do you really think he could ever love you? Blythe had asked, voice dripping with condescension.

Images of that morning swept through his mind, the morning that his memories had finally broken through in full. The morning he had realized that the man he had fallen in love with-- again-- had broken into his mind and stolen something precious to him, violating him in every way imaginable.

What. Did. YOU. DO?!

I saved your life.

Harry closed his eyes as Blythe drew nearer. The whip touched his chest, and despite not wanting to give them the satisfaction of a reaction, he couldn't stop the flinch that jolted through his body, or the soft whimper that escaped through clenched teeth.

And then another revelation came, and Harry opened his eyes, finally turning them to John. Finally seeing the agony written on his lover's-- his ex-lover's face, an agony that rivalled his own.

Cancer.

John was dying.

And no, he had not told Harry. Because of course he hadn't.

He turned his eyes back to Blythe, teeth grinding. “You'd... know all about H-Hell... wouldn't you?” A cough racked his body, shoulders burning as the impulse to double over made him pull on his chains. “F'you're f-feeling nostalgic... kn-know of a nice little... travel agency you could b-bbook with...”

John and Blythe

Harry turned his attention to him and John looked away.

Coward.

What good would a Soulgaze do them now? Except cause even more pain.

So, John stared into the darkness beyond the reach of the candles all around them. And there … just at the edge … was there someone? Something?

He could almost see a silhouette. A shape made of darkness a little lighter than the mere absence of light. And … were those …

"Oh, this one really got spunk, John.", Blythe laughed and John's attention snapped back to them. To Harry. "This is really such a shame. We could have had so much fun, you know, if you hadn't broken our deal."

"An' I paid for tha', didn'I?", John ground out between clenched teeth. "Twice."

"Twice?", Blythe replied with mock surprise. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Being forced into inaction against Nergal was for breaking our deal. Sweet little Oliver was just my bonus."

They stepped out of the circle around Harry, hoofed feet careful to avoid the delicate lines and stopped right outside the line of John's magical prison. "Sweet little Oliver was for you tricking me the first time."

John scoffed a laugh. "Aaw, So sorry.", he spat and leaned forward, towards them, taking the slack out of the chains attached to his shackles. "C'm'ere an' I'll make i' up to you."

Blythe crouched down then and tutted. "Oh, John. I know that you think you're smarter than everyone else, but even with all these precautions, I'm not stupid enough to come close to you.", they grinned at him, full of sharp teeth. "Your ego really is your downfall. I mean, wasn't that why you took dear Harry's memories? Because you thought you could handle it on your own? Yes, I think that was exactly what you admitted to me, your dick still inside me while you cried your eyes out."

Their words were like a lash of their whip. And when Blythe turned their sly expression up to Harry, John knew. That little revelation was just as much part of the torture.

"You see, dear Harry. It didn't take John much time at all to return back to his old ways."

"Shut up!", John demanded sharply, teeth clenched. "You tricked me."

"Oh, did I? I mean, yeah, I did. But only with who I was. You wanted your pretty little succubus, didn't you? Because you were missing the demonic part of you. The power that you got from consorting with us. You, Johnny boy, wanted the power back that came with being Tainted. Did he ever tell you about that, Harry? That he made a deal with a demon. Demonic blood and all the power that comes with it for a little bit of help? Don't answer, spare your breath. Of course he didn't. You really have to work on your communication skills, John."

Harry

John avoided Harry's gaze, because why would John do anything but avoid having to face up to his actions? It seemed pretty much true to form. Why should he expect a sudden change just because the two of them were sharing a super fun torture dungeon with John's jilted ex-lover playing pass-the-pain?

And yet, when Blythe stepped away from him to approach John, Harry felt himself tense, his wheezing, labored breaths taking on a frantic edge as he tugged at his chains. Pain licked across the skin of his wrists like flame. The cold iron had spread a slowly creeping burn around his wrists and ankles; his flesh had turned bright red after the first hour, like a chemical burn, and was now slowly darkening, seeping, blackened, spidery veins visible in his arms and legs just past the shackles. The metal-barbed whip that had left hundreds of shallow slices in his skin didn't help matters either. Weakness had long since flooded his body, nausea and vertigo turning his stomach and swirling inside his head. It was all he could do to keep pushing up with his legs, to keep dragging desperate, ragged gasps of air into his lungs. Heaven help him if Blythe decided to start breaking bones.

Grinding his teeth, he watched the demon approach the captive magician, helpless to stop them. Again, he remembered that this entire ordeal was meant to hurt John, and his heart lurched in his chest as an image of that cruel whip shredding pale skin burned itself through his mind. Nausea crawled up his stomach, and he swallowed, forcing down a surge of bile.

Even with all that John had done to him, the thought of seeing him hurt was almost too much to bear. And then came another revelation. Blythe shifted their eyes back up to Harry, and he glared back at them, fighting the tears that prickled at his eyes. He'd be damned if he would give Blythe the satisfaction of a visible reaction.

...your dick still inside me while you cried your eyes out...

...demonic blood and all the power that comes with it...

Constantine was not denying anything. Blythe was speaking true.

The man kneeling in the circle was a stranger. Harry had never known him, not really. Even as intimate as they had been.

Hell's bells. He'd always been prone to wearing rose-colored glasses when it came to his lovers, but this really took the cake.

“Who... the fuck... are you?” he whispered. “You... fucking b... bastard...”

#arc: Whiskey Gunpowder and Magic #Present day #Post Cold Days #The Ninth Circle #thenewcastleincident #expatfromhell #nowmakeyourpeace #(because Wy's gonna come in later)#to be continued...#Discord RP archives #whump #I AM DROWNING IN FEELS NOW

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iknowitsgreen · 5 years ago

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Meetings, Part 1

This is a little fanfic, of my fan-Winglet meeting for the first time. Takes place about 500 years after the main series. It’s getting long, so here’s a part 1.

Fatechanger didn't bother to knock on the door. Why bother, it was his now right? But it seemed like not everyone would agree with that, if the book that landed in his face had anything to say about it.

Fatechanger was rubbing his head with his free hand, the other still clutching the brochure and pamphlet to his new school, Jade Academy. He hesitantly took a look at the snarling dragon who threw the book at him.

The first thing he noticed was that he was a SandWing, and that they were about the same age. He had scales that were just a touch darker then the other SandWings he'd been seeing on his way to his room, and had a scar on his left cheek. He was certain that this was the right room, the Rhodonite Winglet's common area, so this must be...

"You're Fox right? It's wonderful to meet you!" The SandWing looked at Fatechanger like he'd just grown a second head.

"Really? That's how you greet someone who just threw a book at you?" He shook his head. "Ugh. Whatever. Yeah, I'm Fox, and you must be the wonderful Fatechanger, am I right?" He finished his sentance with more venom then Fox thought could fit into his scorpion-like tail barb.

Fatechanger looked around the room, seeing that no one else was there, at least for now. It was fairly sparsely furnished, with a few couches being all there was. Their were five doors total, one leading back into the hallway, and the others leading into the bedrooms.

Finished looking around, Fatechanger spoke up. "So, has anyone else arrived, or are we the first!"

"Okay, firstly, I'm the first, not we. And secondly, yeah, sure, you're the second person to make it here."

Fatechanger smiled and did a little fist pump. "Oh yeah, second place! That's pretty good, outta ten."

Fox seemed to groan, and went to one of the rooms, one labeled with his own name as well as the name Fatechanger knew was the IceWing. The NightWing waved goodbye to the SandWing. "Hey, see ya later!"

"Unfortunate for both of us," called Fox, as he slammed the door closed.

Fatechanger shrugged, as he gathered his bags and sat on a couch in the common room. He was curious about his own room, but much rather stay and wait for the others to arrive as well.

He didn't have to wait long, as a SkyWing soon came into the room. She looked perfectly typical of a SkyWing, all reds and oranges, and no particularly notable markings. She was humming a little song as she entered the room, not bothering to close the door as she did.

"Hello! I'm Fatechanger, it's great to meet you!"

The SkyWing looked up and down at Fatechanger like she was appraising him, and sighed. "No, you're not the one I've been searching for."

That made Fatechanger tilt his head. "The... one you've been looking for?"

"My dear! My darling! My one true love, and eternal soulmate! For so long I have searched, and been denied his sweet embrace."

"Oh! Um, I'm sorry? But... Well, we've only just met. How would you know if I was your soulmate or not?" Fatechanger didn't particularly think this woman would be his soulmate, but couldn't help but feel a little offended at the immediate rejection regardless.

"Oh, my poor dear, do not think that I have offended you. It is merely that I have already met my soulmate, if only for a short while."

"A short while?"

"INDEED! I was lost at sea, adrift a piece of wood in a storm when my darling found me and brought me to safety. I will never forget his beautiful golden eyes, or his marvelous red hue, so unusual for a SeaWing."

"Oh... A SeaWing...? Well, I'm definitely not one of those. By the way, you are Salamander, right?"

"Why, yes I am. But a Salamander by any other name would be just as sweet, no?"

Fatechanger didn't know how to respond to that, so he just nodded.

He was saved when another dragon came through the still open door. He smiled at the two dragons in the room, though somehow he didn't look happy. Perhaps it was the way the smile was too wide with his venomous fangs bared, or the way his eyes seemed to be filled with venom themselves.

He was a RainWing, and for the moment at least he was silver and red in color, and covered in heart shapes. It seemed to take him a moment to compose himself before speaking. "Who left the door open?"

Salamander took a moment to appraise him as well; why, when he was clearly a RainWing and not a SeaWing, Fatechanger couldn't tell. "Oh, but I did. I hope you do not mind?"

The RainWing entered the room, silently closing the door with his tail behind him. "Oh, but I do mind. Don't you know that is so very rude of you? I was minding my own business, enjoying the silence when I could hear you two babbling on down the hallway."

"Babbling? I'll have you know I was not babbling, I was-"

"And you!" He turned towards Fatechanger. "It's worse, of course, to be the one to open it and leave it in the first place, but still you left it be. Do you have no shame?"

This left the NightWing confused. "Well, it's not like I really had a chance to, and leaving the door open isn't really a big deal in the first place."

The RainWing tutted, and grabbed a journal from his bags. He took a moment to write something into it, and took a moment to look the other two over again, smile never leaving his face. "You two are now officially on my bad side. I do so hope you can learn to change that, if you don't want to die in your sleep from a venom bite that is."

Salamander looked rightfully offended by this. "You cannot just say such wretched things! If my beloved were here-"

"But they aren't, are they? Now, I want to enjoy some peace for a bit before studying. So pleace, keep it down in here." He walked over to the door labeled his name- as well as, regrettably, Fatechanger's own as well as the MudWing's. "I'm Boa, by the way."

Fatechanger rubbed his neck. "They seem... Difficult. I'm not sure we'll be able to get along well, huh?"

Salamander didn't answer, anger still on her face. Silently, she went to the room with her own name labeled on it. Fatechanger could only sigh, this was going to be more difficult then he thought.

His thoughts were interupted when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" The one to enter was a MudWing. He seemed fairly small, and was holding a book in his arms. Fatechanger couldn't help but smile at him. "Hey, welcome! You must be Bayou, welcome! I'm Fatechanger, it's great to meet you!"

Bayou's eyes flitted to the ground and walls, avoiding Fatechanger. "Y-yeah..."

"So, why not tell me a bit about yourself? I mean, we're going to practically be living together for a year. We're practically siblings now, haha!"

"S-sibs?" The MudWing looked away even further then before. "No... I don't have any sibs..."

"Hmm? It's just a figure of speech."

"I... I have to go unpack..." He went up to the door with his name on it- as well as Fatechanger's own and Boa's.

He knocked on it, and Boa's voice could be heard from inside. "You may enter." Then the MudWing quickly opened the door, and closed it behind himself.

'I don't get it, what happened? Did I scare him off somehow?' But before Fatechanger could really think over these thoughts, the door opened once more.

#Wings of Fire #WoF #Dragon #Dragons #OCs

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valnune · 5 years ago

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Obey Me! OC - Marshmallow Chapter 8-8

I’m not going to do every chapter, just a few highlights here and there and side stories. Because we all have an idea what our MC would do. I just like writing. :D Enjoy! (Includes dance with Diavolo) Word Count: 5324 ------------------- “...Well then, I suppose it’s about that time.”

Lord Diavolo had stood up from the table of the guests that he had invited to his Palace. She had only ever been informed of a few activities. After all, yesterday was a tour, and earlier today was the scavenger hunt. Who knew that demons did so much walking. She had hope to get used to things after being here for a few weeks already and yet apparently not.

Motioning to the side, a few of the guards and servants moved about in the shadows of the gilded palace. It was hard to believe that this was a castle in Hell as the amount of gold reflected light so brilliantly from the hanging chandeliers. Dani had been sitting between Mammon and Levi for the dinner, across from Beel who didn’t look too happy that the meal ended. A gentle chuckle slipped from her but she was more curious as to what was going on. Though Lucifer cut the conversation short.

“Ignore him, Diavolo. Go ahead.”

“All right then, here we go…”

What was supposed to be a retreat between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall seemed to have one more surprise. Everything went black, unable to see even the hand in front of her face. It was enough to cause a startled jump in her shoulders. A bit of movement was heard as an aura that she was growing unfortunately familiar with was felt. The closest thing that she could describe it as, was a charged energy in the air, like static during a thunderstorm. Though as the lights went on, all mystery was dispelled.

The banquet table had disappeared and in its place had dozens, if not hundreds of new guests that were within the hall. There had been a radial room where those that she new had gathered, the exchange students and demons she had come to be familiar with that is, and behind the curling stairwell was the grand hall, sconces between floor to ceiling windows which reflected the garden adorned with red velvet on either side. Yet the floor, the walls, ceiling, chandeliers, all other decorations remained golden. It was truly something out of a fairytale, and her as she looked upon herself, was adorned in a ball gown as well?!

“Surprised? Magic really does come in hand sometimes, huh?” Solomon must have seen the obvious expression on her features.

“We were the only ones here just a bit ago, but now look at all these people…” Luke seemed to be just as confused.

“They’re all guests from across the Devildom, and there certainly are a lot of them.” Simeon must have been informed earlier this would happen for he didn’t seem surprised at all.

Yet those around her also appeared differently. The demons were in their true forms, Simeon and Luke were in formal wear, without angelic features unfortunately (she was really curious), and Solomon appeared to have a formal robe as well. This was the first time Dani was able to see a fair number of their demon forms and she didn’t really know what to expect for them considering she had only seen Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Lucifer. Diavolo had become a more robust, darker shade, but his hair went a vibrant flame red. He truly looked like a demon, and royalty at that. With horns that… well. She didn’t know what animal really, but the closest thing were those high speed bike handles she never had as a kid. Yet more striking was the four bat wings of black exterior and red inside, much like the horns and both were tipped with gold adornments. Wait, should she be staring this much? He was also, to mention, mostly shirtless from the waist up. Yet he wasn’t the only one.

Mammon. What… Was Mammon wearing? His horns spiraled upwords like ringlets that tapered off into curved tips, bat wings pointed downwards sort of like… Oh right like the Darkstalker sisters. Well. Okay. he was wearing something over his upper half, but it was a bolero type coat in black, studded leather, a few dangling gold adornments on a popped collar and straps over his chest. His exposed chest with white markings that looked like nazca lines. Like someone finger painted them on.

“...Yo, Dani. Um, like… you know… uh, I mean, like… uh… L-Like, you’ve gotta have weird tastes to ask a human like you to dance. I’m guessin’ no on here’s gonna do that, huh? Ahahahah!”

“Mammon, what are you wearing-!” Dani did all she could to hold back a giggle, hand covering over her lips. He was already blushing from his now too common tsundere reactions, but so was she. After all, Mammon was attractive, even if he was dense.

“W- what’s wrong with it? Besides- hmph, look at what you’re wearin’! I ain’t the only one who is dressed up.” Mammon only seemed to blush even more, scratching a hand behind his head, and even though he turned his head away, his eyes remained on her.

“No! It… It looks good on you- I just… was a bit surprised is all… ah- ahah- And well. You… you look- Ahem! I mean- I was surprised at this dress too!” Deflecting the slip of her tongue, Dani inspected the ruby dress a bit more, a high-low dress with the highest point being just above her knees, and lowest point as two tips that tapered at the back, it seemed like she had a bustle with it? Oh! This was one of the dresses she drew and showed Asmo! It even had the little roses and bows at the ruching, black heels to match, and a golden underskirt. Red, black, and gold. Something she scribbled for Spirit Week.

“Ah? Really? Well- you look less of a dork than normal so… So y’know, as long as you don’t have a partner, I guess I could maybe go ahead and pair up with you for a li’l bit-”

“Mammon, why not just admit that you want to dance with Dani?”

“You’re such a loser! And a total tsundere! Looooool People are sick of characters like that!... Didn’t you get the memo? Lololol Those characters are so yesterday! LMAO.”

Satan and Levi appeared and while she had seen Levi’s demon form before with his horns like coral and his long serpentine tail which coiled back behind him, this was the first time she saw Satan’s form (thankfully) as she heard that whenever he transformed it was normally out of rage. His horns were more typical, curling out and up, with a more skeletal tail that changed from black to green that wrapped around his leg to the floor but what was with that black boa around him? And black and green ribbons over a blouse? Well. It did sort of look like skeletal bones so he was having that aesthetic but. His pants had dots over them like clown pants. Should she tell him? No. Bad idea.

“GRRRRR! Get outta here, both of you! Shoo! Shoo!” Mammon waved his hands at the both of them but just then, a voice made her turn.

“Dani, come dance with me. Now.”

Her hand was taken and she was whisked away by none other than Lucifer, a touch of confusion upon her features as she hadn’t even seen him approach. He, in his glorious four black wings and long tail coat of almost solid black was quite the figure. Keeping stride with those long legs of his was hard enough, she could barely hear what the others said as she was taken to the dance floor.

“Wh…!”

“See, you should’ve just come out and asked Dani to dance.” Satan let out an audible sigh.

“The loser was rejected! Haha, awesome! Loool!”

“SHUT UP YOU TWO!”

Once upon the dance floor with the others, Dani glanced to see a few things. Asmo had been there, surrounded by a few scantily clad demons that she could only assume were succubi and incubi. He seemed to have four smaller bat wings on the upper part of his shoulders, a heart cut out on the back of a tailcoat reminiscent of a dice bunny, matching cuffs as well. Simeon was trying to keep a wave of fangirls away from him, and Luke seemed to be smothered by demons who considered his small stature and scrappy, dog like behaviour adorable. Yet her gaze was drawn back to Lucifer as he spoke.

“Do you know how to dance?”

“Yes, of course I do. Though I thought you didn’t like people touching your hands?”

“There’s a time and a place for everything. Just try to keep pace. In general, there are all sorts of reasons why one might ask someone else to dance. For example, they might be interested in them, they might want to touch them, or they might simply be doing it out of politeness. Or it could be because they want to have a private conversation.”

With her hand in his own, the other raised up to his shoulder while his went to her waist as was appropriate for ballroom dancing. The two moved around slightly as she did just that, trying to keep pace with his long legs. The hells helped a bit. She just needed to be as effortless as possible and glide. This would be vastly easier if she had longer legs. Of course, she couldn’t just have a nice dance with Lucifer, there had to be some other meaning behind it. His grip tightened as he spoke, making it impossible to pull away.

“What is it you’re plotting with Asmo? Let me make one thing clear: I respect my brothers’ freedom to do as they wish. However, if I ever sense that you’ve become a threat to either Diavolo or us… then I will show you absolutely no mercy. Understood?”

With a sharp movement, Dani was pulled up against him, forced to stare upwards into that foreboding gaze of his. She always thought that his stare was something to be both in awe of but also made her bones turn to jelly. Just stand your ground, you did nothing wrong, are planning nothing wrong, is what she just kept telling herself. Deep breaths. Keep calm. Don’t let him intimidate you no matter how easy it was to buckle under the pressure and grip.

“You care about them a lot, don’t you? Even if you have a strange way of showing it. You know. I have a lot of admiration for that. How strong you have to be for their sake.” Dani started off with a bit of a smile, trying to keep herself calm and in control of the situation. Don’t let him take away your power. Don’t forget to breathe.

“Flatter all you like. I will have your answer on this.” Lucifer didn’t relent, spinning in time with the music and away from another pair of dancers.

“It wasn’t intended as flattery but as truth. Nothing I am doing is intended to harm, nothing I ever do is intended to harm. Yet intentions can be misinterpreted. Pardon the proverb but, The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Perhaps quoting this hurts what I am trying to say but, all I want to do is be transparent with what I am saying.”

She always tried to be a tolerant and flexible person, accepting and allowing with others, and even to the point where she lets others step over her at times to accommodate others. Perhaps she should have more of a backbone at times but when it came to her beliefs and convictions, Dani was not one to back down. She knew what she meant when she spoke about these things and would not back down either. As this was a public place with others watching, he couldn’t do anything extreme anyway.

“All I want to do is to help. I… I look at all of you, your brothers and I… I suppose I can’t help but get jealous. My own family isn’t the greatest or closest. I thought that maybe if I can help a family of demons get along together that maybe there’s hope for my own family. All of you care so much about each other but you really have a terrible way of showing it. After all, you’ve been through so much together and if I, a human whose lifespan is a blink in your existence, is able to do this well. I’d be happy knowing all of you are happy, and safe. So. Yes. I suppose I am plotting with Asmo, but only with the best of intentions.”

“You can keep your sentiments to yourself. You should be more focused on surviving the exchange program than sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” The two of them slowed down with the music as the song seemed to be changing. Though his gaze didn’t lessen, at least the grip of his hand did. However, a new contender stepped forth.

“...Pardon me. Well, looks like a new song has started. I’d love the chance to dance with Dani. Might I cut in?” Solomon had approached, garbed in his formal attire which looked like a glitzed up version of his casual wear.

“...Fine. I get the feeling that you’ve gotten the message and you understand what I’m telling you, Dani. I’m glad we got to have this little talk.” Lucifer gave a final glare towards her, but it tapered off into one with a smug smile.

“You look pale. Did Lucifer say something to you?” Solomon was a bit easier to dance with, accepting his hand and shoulder, though he was still rather tall. The white haired sorcerer had a less intense stare but his words always left her a little unnerved.

“Thank you for the concern but it’s fine. I’ve got the situation under control. Probably. Maybe.” Though, at least she could exhale out with a chuckle to relax. Or so she thought.

“I see… Well, good. This is the Devildom. When it comes down to it, you’re human, and that makes you different. Never forget that. You may have made pacts with demons, but you still lack the power to command them.”

This caused her brow to furrow slightly. What was he getting at? Whenever she spoke to Solomon, it always made her feel like he was trying to get something out of it. Nothing was ever as simple as it appeared. Even if he just did something to provoke entertainment.

“So? What of it?”

“Well, everyone has some amount of magical power by nature. However, there are some people in which it actually manifests itself, and some people in which it doesn’t. And even among those in which it does, some have more of it than others. It varies based on the individual. Seeing how it doesn’t even manifest itself in you to begin with, even though you’ve made pacts with demons, you can’t take command of their powers.”

Much the same, the two glided across the dance floor as the song carried on. Rotating around others as they spoke. In this place of eternal night, you could only tell the amount of time that had passed by the shift of the moon across the sky. One of these days, she just wanted a nice relaxing day without stress. No plotting. No school work. No demons dragging her off without asking her first.

“Would you like me to lend you my power? Let’s just say I’m curious to know what would happen if I did. You’re a destabilizing element here in this world. I can’t say what might happen if I do this, which is exactly what makes it interesting. We are on a retreat after all. Why waste this opportunity? So, go on and-”

“No. I refuse.” A bit of tension shot past Dani’s lips, practically spitting out the words. She didn’t like to be forceful, but the very idea of what he just said, and how he said it? It brought a bit of revulsion to her.

“Destabilizing element? Is this some sort of game to you?” Her steps became a bit more abrupt as the two moved through the hall and although she enjoyed dancing, she was not enjoying this evening so far.

“Are you sure you wish to refuse? This is the only way you’ll be able to experience what it’s like to control a demon and use his powers.” Solomon seemed to be taken aback by the abruptness. It was clear that he didn’t seem to expect that kind of reaction.

“I don’t want to command them and I don’t want to use them. If they are to lend me their power and aid, then I want them to do so of their own volition.” Now it was her time to put a bit of pressure on him. Dani never liked Solomon. Their first encounter set her on edge. No. Just finding out that it was the Solomon of old was enough to make her dislike him.

“There’s nothing wrong with making use of your pact. After all, that’s what demons are for. Why else would you make a pact with them?” There was a confused expression from Solomon as if the notion was entirely foreign to him. Though, should she really be surprised? This person had 72 demons contracted to him and all of the demon brothers, save Levi and Asmo didn’t trust him.

“Perhaps not to you. I- Ah- I am sorry. Well. Not really but. Perhaps not to you it is wrong, and perhaps they are used to doing things in exchange for a pact. However, how I’ve made my pacts have been more like… becoming friends with them. Mammon surely was because I needed him to take his job defending me seriously and Levi’s was a bit more frivolous but all of them, Beel included, is because I want them to trust me as a friend. If I am going to request them to use their powers, it will be as me, Dani, asking them, as a person for help, not as their Master.”

Why was all of this so offensive to her? After all, they were demons. She shouldn’t be so worried about individuals that were ageless, those that were the Avatars of Sin and could withstand so much physical abuse, and yet… They were completely and utterly useless on matters of the heart. Sure, she didn't know all that much either, but she knew they didn’t deserve to be treated like tools.

“So you’d deny your only chance at commanding demons because of principle? Even if you control what orders you give? Do you not trust yourself that much?” Solomon shot back her words just as quickly. He tried to twist her words and beliefs against her. Just by looking at him, this youthful boyish appearance, it was easy to forget he was the Legendary Solomon, apparently the greatest sorcerer humanity had ever known. What right did she have to talk back to him?

“Of course I trust myself-” Yet it didn’t matter who he was, Dani did what she could to stand her ground. What little ground she stood upon that is.

“Hmm… I see. You are a stubborn one. I can see why Lucifer thinks so highly of you. Regardless, I insist. You’ll never know if it might come in handy. After all, if you trust yourself, you can simply just not use it if something happens, right?”

As he released his hands, a bit of a sparkle twinkled in the air around the both of them. Dani felt warm for a few seconds before the sensation faded. There was a lightness to her fingertips, as if they were chilled ever so slightly a different temperature from the rest of her body. However. It only elicited a frown from her further. How dare he cast a spell upon her! But- that just further displayed the differences between the two. Even if she, as a human, was supposed to make use of this uniqueness among demons, the only other human here was essentially her exact opposite.

“There. For six hours, you have access to my abilities. This should allow you to command the demons you’ve made a pact with… If you happen to want to that is. You are quite a curious person, Dani. I’m excited to see what will happen…”

Solomon then left her, giving that enigmatic smile of his as if he knew what was going to happen. It was quite possible he knew something was fated to occur. After all, he did have a ring of wisdom and pacts with demons already. This was a place he could shape around him and if he pulled the right strings, could likely make the Devildom quake with his schemes. She was not going to let herself be a part of that. Yet did she have a choice?

Dani moved towards the punch bowl, because what proper dance party didn’t? Levi and Beel were talking to each other, rather, Levi was talking while Beel was stuffing his face with cocktail weenies. She didn’t blame his gluttony this time. Cocktail weenies were pretty tasty. Glancing about the others, it seemed that Satan was once more socializing and networking with demons, Asmo was still being Asmo, and Mammon was getting a shake down by Lucifer. Wait. Lucifer wasn’t glued to Diavolo’s side this time?

In fact, Diavolo was alone at this moment. There was only a single chance to do this while Lucifer was distracted. Taking a deep breath, her eyes glanced off to the side, left… Barbatos was arranging details on the side. Lucifer was still chewing out Mammon… Taking a swift stride forward towards the lord of this castle. Prince of the Devildom, Future King, and a mountain of a man. Demon. Man… Don’t think of him as a demon. Just think of him as a person. Deep breath. Deep breath. He had to be a full foot taller, easily. Don’t think about it. Just do it.

“Lord Diavolo, would you do me the honour of a dance?” Dani offered a polite courtesy towards Diavolo, picking up the corners of the dress as she followed up with a smile.

Up this close, it was impossible to deny just how radiant Diavolo truly was. There was a fringe of what was either fine pillowy black feathers like those of an ostrich or fluffy fur of some kind draped around his shoulders. A clasp of gold bat wings held the mantle and chains adorned his upper body. A tall black collar connected to it with accents of gold, black chest tattoos, and golden triangles all down his forearms. He really was something to take in. Black and white trousers, a white drape over his front, all of it gilded in chains of gold. Something about his appearance seemed familiar, though she had sworn she never met him or saw anyone like him before.

“Oh, Dani! I’d be delighted to share a dance with you. Have you been enjoying your evening?” As Diavolo had accepted her hands in place, Dani caught a side glance of Lucifer who was now staring at them. At her. He realized he missed the chance to interrupt and as she glanced to the other side, realized that it was not just Lucifer who was looking at her. The room was.

“I’ve been doing my best to enjoy it and I am doing my best to keep things in stride, your Lordship. However, I do hope I could trouble you for a bit of advice. If you don’t mind that is.”

Everyone gave them plenty of berth to dance as the room seemed to be fixed upon the human who dared to ask the future king of the Devildom to dance. He was surprisingly light upon his feet for someone of his size. This was the most comfortable dance that she had this evening, for his hand was securely, not firmly upon her waist, and her hand rested gently within his own even if it was nearly swallowed by the size of his own.

“Of course, you know you can always ask me for advice. Being the Ruler of the Devildom here, part of my job is listening to others.” There was something calming about his smile, something that made her ashamed of doubting that he might have an ulterior motive. However, this was no longer the standard back two, one forward dance. No. Diavolo intended to actually dance while they spoke, and that was perhaps the most calming thing. Her words could be a bit more candid she felt.

“Lucifer assumes I am plotting with Asmo, and I guess technically I am, but not for anything bad. Then Solomon offers to lend me his ability to command demons and I tried to deny it, but he did it anyway. I just sort of feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place here where no matter what I do, I am going to upset someone. Mostly Lucifer but- other people too.”

While Diavolo listened, he never once seemed to judge her for her words, though he did seem surprised when she mentioned a few times. Yet the entire time, his smile was calm and present, seemingly pleased with something that she said. Somehow there was a gracious movement with his steps. The light coming from the chandelier just made all the gold accents upon his body glow along with the warmth of his golden eyes. While Lucifer was stunning in his head to toe black, Diavolo’s gold and the white of his pants and drape, the black accents over this and the mantle he bore, truly made him an exalted figure.

“Let me ask you this, what’s the real reason why you denied Solomon’s offer? Most humans wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to be as powerful as him, even if it was temporary.”

“The real reason..? Ah… Well. I told him because I didn’t want to command others, rather ask as a friend if I needed something- and that’s true but… it’s because I don’t like him. Ah- Rather I don’t like the way he treats others. Like they’re all a pawn or a tool. He doesn’t treat demons like people. He treats them like… well…”

“Like demons.”

“Ah..” Dani couldn’t help but blush from that, especially as Diavolo seemed to burst into laughter, catching her off guard. With a bit of a fluster, Dani leaned in.

“Lord Diavolo- Please! Take this a bit more seriously.”

“I am taking this seriously, Dani. You always seem to exceed my expectations. I’m just happy that we were so fortunate as to select you for the exchange program. Your point of view is refreshing.”

Being swung around as the music started to pick up in pace, his wings seemed to spread with the boisterous nature of his words, and at the same time, curl around in a protective way. It was in this, while the eyes of all in the room, where he pulled her in closer, nearly as tightly as Lucifer but without feeling hostile.

“That you are able to see past us as demons and treat us as individuals is proof that my dream can become a reality and from what I hear, you’re trying to repair the relations between Lucifer and his brothers. While Lucifer may get mad at you in the short term, I believe you will succeed in what you’re trying to accomplish. Just believe in yourself and let that dream become a reality.”

“So, you don’t think I’m in the wrong for getting involved in things beyond me? After all, I do feel a bit guilty trying to get involved in the affairs of people thousands of years old.” There was that worrisome expression upon her face again, doubting that what she was doing was right. It felt right, after all it was made with the best of intentions but, was good good intentions going to be enough to convince others?

“Don’t let Lucifer’s words bring you down too much. If I am being honest, I think he needs someone like you to be there for him and his brothers. After all, I’ve never seen him so happy before.”

“Really?”

As the song finished, Diavolo nodded in response and perhaps it had been a white lie or an exaggeration of his words, but he really did seem to offer a reassuring response. Now that they stood still, he placed his hands on either side of Dani’s shoulders, looking down with that ever confident smile, the smile of someone who has never had anything go wrong in his life. Yet she knew that couldn’t be true. Surely he had plenty of things go wrong, but it didn’t seem like it. Diavolo. Whether he was genuine or not, Dani wanted to believe in him.

“Don’t feel bad for being forced to accept Solomon’s offer. No one will think less of you if you try it out, Dani. After all, we cannot change the fact we are demons. Regardless, I have high hopes for you. I look forward to seeing what you’ll do next. In fact, you might just become my favorite human.”

His laughter only resounded as he let go, leaving Dani staggered with a bit of a blush burning across her cheeks. Favorite human? Holding a hand over her mouth, she mumbled something about him teasing her, and as their dance had concluded, Lucifer had already closed the distance, arms crossed and looked disappointed between the two.

“And just what were you discussing with Diavolo?” His tone stern as ever. It seemed as if Lucifer was ready to close in on her once more but thankfully, this was a public place, and Diavolo wouldn’t allow for an altercation.

“Oh relax, Lucifer. This is a retreat after all. Dani was just telling me about how much she’s been enjoying her time in the Devildom. Who knows. I might just invite her out one of these days!” As if just to offset Lucifer’s mood, Diavolo couldn’t help himself.

“W- L- Lord Diavolo- N- th- a- Lucifer- Please- That-” She frantically waved her hands back and forth, now beet red as the amount of flustering overtook her features. Lucifer did not look amused.

“Ahaha-! You’re as fun to tease as Lucifer. Go on. Enjoy the rest of the ball, Dani. I believe there’s one more person who wants to dance with you.” Diavolo placed a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder and the two started to walk off, seemingly Diavolo was calming Lucifer down that their conversation was nothing to worry about.

That was as startling a situation to consider than all else. By this time, whoever had been looking in her direction had since looked away. Well, most people. There were still a few that were scrutinizing her as she now stood there, alone, perhaps they’d make their move on her in their own time but that isn’t what she wanted. The center of attention was not where she wanted to be.

As she turned her head off to the side, her eyes softened a bit as they fell upon the one person who seemingly would always need her help. Mammon. He was sulking against the wall near one of the windows, arms crossed over themselves as the moonlight highlighted his white hair. In fact, all of him seemed to gleam a bit in the eternal night. While the ball was still going on, she couldn’t obviously get Asmo’s request which would make him pact with her. After all, she could convince him to get over his denial about wanting to dance. She had just danced with Diavolo after all and convincing him it would be a benefit to him would be easy. Perhaps… Just one more dance couldn’t hurt.

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