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deadshadowcreature · 1 year
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Predicting what will happen in the special
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naffeclipse · 4 months
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What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?
I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au
Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.
Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.
The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.
It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.
But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.
You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.
His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.
But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—
He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.
He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.
You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.
He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.
Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."
You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.
The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.
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respect-the-locals · 4 months
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🐠 Daily Fish Fact: 🐠
The Oarfish is the longest bony fish alive, growing up to 56ft in length. Their rarity and large size, along with occasional beachings of oarfish after storms, and their habit of lingering at the surface when sick or dying, make oarfish a probable source of many sea serpent tales.
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frogmarionne · 4 months
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please don't hurt this precious little snake boi
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un1ovab1e · 2 years
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what’s your favorite character trope and why is it “hot priest doing things he probably shouldn’t”
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minibamnight · 3 months
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deimcs · 5 months
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☙ TARIEL VASS OF THE SERPENT TEMPLE (insp.)
The contract is clear, guildmaster. Malachi Vass needs to die, our client wants him away from the Waterdeep political scene for good. Send the boy to do the job but tell him nothing of the target's real identity, I think it'd be fun to watch the circle finally come to a close after all these years. Poetic justice and all of that. We should've never saved the man in the first place, after all, it brought us nothing but trouble.
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latteandjacks · 10 days
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I think the reason why Rambley hates Lloyd is very simple tbh
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It's not just jealously, is the fact that they clearly give Lloyd way much attention than any of the other characters Like Rambley gets a big amound of merchandise of course, but in his case he's the main MASCOT, it would be like complaining that Mickey has more merchandise than Donald or Goofy, in his case it makes sense But then we have the fact that apparently don't give the other 4 mascots the same attention, Finley and Mollie don't get the same stuff Lloyd does from part of the park staff, Lloyd gets almost the same attention as Rambley and it's not fair in his eyes because why Lloyd? Why not the other two? He doesn't just question why he doesn't have a limited version Plushie like Lloyd that is ACTUALLY a new plush and not a golden spry version of his, but also question why Mollie and Finley don't get one, and Salem? They get zero, and while they're the villain and all they clearly were important as well, they had their own part on the ride and appeared on the arcade game, yet zero merchandise found
Sentient Rambley sees it as unfair that they all don't get the same attention and that Lloyd is used much more than his friends, so he lashes out on him for that It's also a funny contrast giving that MC favorite mascot was Lloyd And also I think in the in-universe canon lore they get along a lot more, it's probably just sentient Rambley
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shapelytimber · 8 months
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Tried linocut (on rubber) for the first time today :D
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It's really rough, but I had fun !
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rheusia · 7 months
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It's 1am, but I drew Olrox again (normal and him from Feathered Serpent au which belongs to @piratekingpitchblack)
aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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floofangel · 1 year
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Commissioned shaded drawing for Forgotten_Winds of their Naga oc
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Interested in a commission? Check out my prices here!
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percephilous · 9 days
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Momentary Percy jumpscare
Joined a Minecraft server with the homies and decided I can't be normal, henceforth stymphalian bird harpy saki. What a win. Expect more. Or don't
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naffeclipse · 25 days
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So, I've got a question for the snake den. There are so many versions of eclipse (and some of sun and moon of course), that they cant all be called Eclipse, right? So I think that each of them should each have their own seperate names
In-universe, the nagas have their own language, and to Y/N, their names in their native tongue sound so terribly similar that it's difficult for them to differentiate the nagas but for the sake of the question, and maybe bordering a little into OC territory, these are the names I would give them so not everyone is named Eclipse.
Blackwater Lure Eclipse = Tiago
Cryptid Sightings Eclipse = Tlhoolcha
Sleuth Jesters Eclipse = Vinicius
Bounty Hunter Eclipse = Nahuel
Devil Eclipse Eclipse = Jacare
Sleuth Jesters Sun = Helio
Sleuth Jesters Moon = Meztli
Syzygy in Dedication Eclipse = Saulo
Syzygy in Dedication Sun = Inacio
Syzygy in Dedication Moon = Luan
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whereserpentswalk · 7 months
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Another Halloween pic of me. Posing in a store that sells bones and taxidermy.
When I originally thought of this costume it was meant to be a demon. But it now has Fae vibes, which I think I prefer.
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minty-the-marill · 1 month
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I have specific tastes in men. I want more feminine bad boys in fiction.
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moeblob · 2 months
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As I'm still waiting on a doctor and my phone battery is getting lower.... take some pen doodles o7
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