#<as a snake owner

[pangur-and-grim]

now for the dog round!

#the winning three will be enamel pins #I tried to incorporate something from their story into their frames #so Hachiko got the train tracks #Laika got the stara #Togo has a pattern similar to that on his owner's coat #and saint guinefort has the snake scales and a medieval French theme

[spinningstraw]

It really weirds me out that "Stands as Pets" AUs will make Hierophant Green, like, a cat or something when he's so painfully snake-coded

(I made him an Emerald Tree Boa)

Jotaro is not a huge fan

#Not to mention Kakyoin gives major snake owner vibes #I say this as a snake owner lol #jjba #jotaro #kakyoin #fan comic #jotakak #stands as pets #hierophant green

[bunjywunjy]

alright, so how can a zoo provide better care to a cobra than a dedicated owner? assuming they have identical enclosures

it's more the case that a cobra is a very dangerous animal and should, in fact, never be owned by a private person due to the danger it poses to that person and the general public.

owning a lethally venomous snake just because you really want one when there's plenty of non-venomous alternatives out there is irresponsible at best and actively criminal at worst.

#seriously just Google *venomous pet snake kills -* and you'll see what I mean #it's usually the owner but not always!

[crystallizedtwilight]

Any new ‘Got ‘em’ s?

The Mayor's house:

#but it's that orange and black snake Jack left for that one kid #owner confirmed snake was perfectly fine #snakes

[chaotictoon]

Monster Girl Alphabet : K

K is for Kitsune

Kitsune are foxes that possess paranormal and shapeshifting abilities that increase as they get older and wiser.

#Yobi the Five Tailed Fox #yobi #The Helpful Fox Senko-san #senko #shiro #dungeon ni deai wo motomeru no wa machigatteiru darou ka iv #danmachi #sanjouno haruhime #hotel transylvania #white snake #Owner of Precious Jade #kitsune #fox #fox spirit #fox girl #monster girls

[reborrowing]

snake tank (part one maybe?)

little snake lady can have a borrower. as a treat. ~2100 words cw: captivity, dehumanization, neglect, cruelty, violence, fear, pet…treatment? - I don’t want to call it pet trope because that implies sentient pets are normalized and this is weird and awful in-universe as well. not actually vore! idc if you interact from that side of tumblr, but you'll be disappointed if that's what you're hoping for

Poe

I threw myself against the glass one last, futile time as I heard the door on the far side of the study creak open. My fingers nearly brushed the lip of the prison I’d been placed in, nearly caught onto that ledge that might let me pry open the lid and make an escape. I was still in the air when I felt his eyes land on me. My fur stiffened as his heavy footsteps approached. His towering form blocked out what sunlight had filtered through the closed window as he sat at his desk.

“You quit that, now. You know you aren’t getting out. Unless you’d like to try speaking with me again?”

I turned to face him rather than wait for him to spin the jar I was sitting in. I slunk to the floor, drawing up my knees as if they could shield me from his . He looked annoyed this time, rather than intrigued. I shook my head and stared at my hands. It wasn’t as if I would want him to dump me into his cold hands even if he wasn’t upset. I was bruised enough.

“I don’t have anything else to say. Sir,” I said.

He rolled his eyes.

“There's no one else!" I insisted. “It’s just me, the others ran away months ago, I’m the only one left.”

It wasn’t the truth, though by now it was close. The Copper family had moved out after Mellie reported that the master of the house was now collecting dangerous, exotic pets in his showroom. It was just the most stubborn of us left, or the most foolish.

“What to do with you, then?” the master of the house hummed.

He tapped a finger on the glass thoughtfully, right behind my head, in case I needed the reminder that my skull was no larger than the tip of his finger. I grimaced and looked back up at his face, where his wide lips twisted into a grotesque smirk. I closed my eyes as they curled back and revealed his teeth. My stomach twisted as he kept talking.

“My …friends tell me your kind is more trouble than you’re worth. But perhaps I could get some entertainment out of you?”

“Let me go, please. I’ll leave. I won’t bother you again,” I begged.

“Oh, but I do believe you owe me, little thief. How long have you been squatting here, hm?”

I slumped and curled in on myself. I had thought maybe, just maybe, if this guy cared for a zoo of strange animals, he might have a thread of compassion hiding in his oversized heartstrings. I’d—god, I had bet my life on it, hadn’t I? And now I was going to pay up.

Entertainment.

~

Hecate

A hand lifted away the log that I’d been curled up under.

I flinched awkwardly at the sudden light, then rolled to face the front of my enclosure. The man liked it when I “looked” at him. I couldn’t tell if he knew I was blind or not. All my eyes told me was that there was a large, blurry shadow standing over the tank. It could’ve been a tree, for all my eyes could understand.

I knew it was him though. I could sense his blazing warmth through other means. More importantly, I could smell him.

The hands. The nice hands. The man. Hugh Morton.

I smelled something else, too, something new. Another person, maybe? I listened intently for another heartbeat, another guest. I didn’t want to be shown off right now. I wanted to go back to sleep.

His hand reached back down to ruffle my hair, then run a rough finger across my scales. He rumbled something about feeding and I slumped back down to crawl back to bed. I wasn't hungry enough to want to fight and for all the good these hands did, they never killed my meals for me like the last ones did.

"Don't be so fussy, Hecate, I’m giving you a treat,” he chided. The ground shook as he flicked a finger against the glass wall. “You must get bored lying around in there all night.”

I huffed and and backed into a better position, against the side of one of my ceramic caves. I was still nursing a bite on my flank from my last dinner. 

I licked the air as Hugh slid open one half of the wall. I frowned. The prey was not a creature I knew. Hugh’s hands dangled a warm shadow by a long tail, then flicked it into the soil and the prey squeaked as it landed. It didn’t smell like a rat or any other rodent I’d encountered before. It did smell afraid.

It already understood it was being hunted. I didn’t like that. Scared meals fought back. I had scars to prove it.

Hugh scoffed in annoyance as the creature scrambled towards the opening in the glass. He knocked it back into the enclosure several times while I waited for a chance to strike.

“Don't make me break your legs," Hugh sighed.

The creature stopped moving. Strange. Its little heart was hot and hammering. Was it trained? Why would anyone take the time to train food?

Maybe it was afraid of Hugh’s voice. 

I took advantage of its stillness and lunged. It turned to run in the split-second before we collided. It slammed into one of my open arms. I fumbled as it flailed, then got myself curled around it anyway.

It felt strange against my scales. Not furry. Not naked. Synthetic. Was it wrapped? Humans wrapped their food, but not mine. They used those crinkling papers. This was wrapped in something soft.

Was it clothed?

I hesitated in my confusion and the prey bit back. Something long and sharp stabbed in between two ventral scales. I flinched, hissing, and the prey slipped away. It left the sharp thing behind, but it didn’t bleed. I put a hand on the sharp thing and realized it wasn’t a tooth. It had some kind of handle. Plastic. The point was metal. Some kind of tiny knife? I swayed uncertainly and let the little creature run.

What was he feeding me?

~

Poe

It had never occurred to me that there might be peoples other than humans and my own kind living in this world. I wish I had the time to found out.

The caged creature I had been placed with was, as most things were, comparatively massive. Its front was that of a vaguely humanoid woman, small, but still at least twice the size of my own top half. Her eyes were vacant and unfocussed. She was pale, fat, and lined with scars that told me she had much more experience than myself in fighting. 

The bulk of her body was what truly scared me. She was a python that trailed lazily across the near half of the terrarium. She was coiled, so I could only guess at her true length, but her girth was easy to make out. I regularly crawled through tunnels narrower than this snake, making it all too easy to understand what would happen to me. That the master of the house had returned my thumbtack seemed like a joke. I had no prayer here. This would be a cruel combination of all the worst deaths I'd been taught to fear—caught, crushed, and consumed.

Entertainment!

I wanted to refuse him the satisfaction. I let myself lie down and cry as the master of the house threw me back into the dirt with an unambiguous threat. I might as well. No one else would know to mourn me for weeks, even months.

It would turn out that my inborn will to survive was stronger than my desire to spite the host I'd lived under for so many years. I rolled out of the way, only a split second two late, as the snake woman pounced. She caught me in the crook of her elbow then shoved me into a wall of scaled muscle. The python whipped around me before I could take a breath. I barely had the space to think, never mind resist. It was sheer luck that wedged my thumbtack between two plates of her underbelly.

And it was enough. She spasmed and let go of me.

I fell forward into the dirt, coughing to refill my aching lungs. I don’t think she had left any part of me unbruised, though didn’t waste time taking inventory of my injuries.

“Hey, don’t let it get away now, girl, get up!"

I scowled up at the master of the house as I pushed onto my feet. There was nowhere for me to get away to, not while he was leering over the open door.

I didn't understand him.

I didn't understand how a thinking creature such as himself, with all his power and all his resources, would resort to blood sport for entertainment. The study I'd spent my life beneath had a beautiful library. Page after page told of the world's endless mysteries, of beauty and majesty and life for him to go out and pursue. And he would choose to spend his time watching some monster eat me alive.

I saw the snake-woman moving out of the corner of my eye. My stomach twisted at the utter silence of her movement over the dirt even before she started sliding towards me, and then it was like a switch went off in my head. Gone was higher thought, blown away by the sheer force of the ancient instinct to run.

The terrarium was full and well-decorated, with plenty of greenery both faux and alive as well as several dark spaces to hide. I doubted any would shelter me, this place had been built for her. 

I had nowhere to go and I ran and I ran and I hit the glass and I ran and there was a branch so I climbed it and I reached the ceiling and there was more glass and I turned around and there she was crawling after me and I jumped and her hand brushed my leg and I kicked and she fell  around me like an avalanche and it was over.

Her long body surrounded me and as soon as I moved, she struck. Walls of scales encased me again and this time, no tack would save me. Everything went dark.

Several seconds passed. She loosed her grip. I heard the master’s muffled voice droning through her flank. I took a breath and shuddered. Long minutes of silence passed and the knot she’d wrapped me in fell away. 

I admit I didn’t know much about snakes, but she didn’t seem to be very good at this.

I sprung to my feet, desperate to get at least a few inches between us again, but her hand wrapped around my face. She grabbed the back of my shirt’s neckline with her other hand and I thrashed as she pulled me off the ground.

Slowly, her palm pulled away from my face. She rubbed two fingers over my eyes, traced the curve of my nose, and drew a thumb across my lips. I bit down as hard as I could. She barely flinched, just wiped a little blood off on the side of my face.

“Beb?” she croaked.

Her blank eyes narrowed in concentration as her tongue flicked out of her mouth and brushed against my nose. Tasting me. Her lips twitched. I felt cold.

“No, please! Please, please, please, kill me first, please,” I cried.

She tilted her head to the side. Her tongue flickered twice more and both times I flinched. She babbled something in a tortured voice. 

“Please,” I begged. “If you can even understand me, please, just kill me before you eat me. I don’t want to suffer.” 

She frowned and hissed several times. My blood trembled through my veins. She slowly shaped her tongue around some word I did not know. She patted my head and sighed, then set me gently on the dirt beside her and slithered away.

~

Hecate

The prey had the face of a person.

The little thing was clever enough to talk, but not smart enough to understand me. They were small like a hatchling. They ran on legs like a bird. 

They screamed and cried so I let the little one have some space, whatever they were.

I hoped they would come back to me. They were very warm. Like the sun, but in a person. Like food. Like Hugh.

Like this lovely little cave in the back of the tank. I curled up and burrowed into myself for a cozy rest.

I hoped they wouldn’t try to kill me.

#should I post this at a normaller hour? probably. and yet. #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #my writing #g/t whump #snake tank #oc: poe #oc: hecate #you can tell the owner guy's not important because he doesn't get a tag lol #anyway I think I'm failing at least one class this term yay yay. I have an essay due tomorrow. I finished this instead. #amwt

[littleprincesnek]

*LOL* I’ve confused my corn snake. I’ve changed from wearing my usual dark clothes to wearing my black and white panda hoodie. I’ve only ever fed Little Prince white miccies so he associates that colour with food. Now every time he sees me, Little Prince zooms out of his hide because he thinks he’s going to be fed the biggest mouccy in the world XD

Look at this derp, thats the face of a corn snake that thinks he’s just seen the biggest mouccy in the world XD

#No Little Prince #It's just me #Your stupid human owner #little prince #whiteout #Corn snake #reptiblr #silly #cute #snake

[katnissandpeetamellark]

Something random I think about is that Coriolanus in canon likes cats

#it’s so weird to me how gentle he seems to be with Boa Bell #maybe— he just gets cats. they’re so cautious and calculating and have boundaries. #Coriolanus is definitely those things. he always seems to want to be the one to approach— maybe because he wants to react “right” #idk I find it funny #Coriolanus snow #boa bell #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #thg #hunger games #bosas #boa bell is Pluribus Bell’s cat. neither are in the movie if you were confused by this post. #pluribus is the bar owner who sold black market goods during the war #he gives Snow the guitar for Lucy Gray in the book

[like-this-post-if-you]

Like this post if you have a pet Dog

#dog #dog owner #pet dog #show dog #dog tricks #dog lover #dog person #i love dogs #likes #as with the snakes feel free to rb or submit photos of ur pup

[qursidae]

Pride familiars for my witches (: Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

[Carrd 🃏]

#pride #pride 2023 #pride art #lgbt art #midday coven #familiars #wicca #witch #familiar owners in order !; Hella - Sahar - Jenny - Qura - Laura - Ophelia #oc #ocs #wokring on their names as well ! Lauras raccoon is called chouquette #raccoon #fennec fox #golden retriever #red panda #coati #corn snake #oh to be in this pride piece and be an animal with a striped tail lmao

[reptiphoric]

So every so often I make the (poor) decision to peruse my local craigslist ads to see what's looking good in the neighborhood. Well, today I came across an ad posted by someone who needed to rehome their ball python since they're moving soon and couldn't take her with, and as you all know I'm always more than happy to take in a spider morph if it means keeping one more off of the breeding market...

Everyone say hi to Tipsy!

#She's a lil sweetie #Was gonna name her Weeble #But I asked her owner if she had a name and when they told me her name was Tipsy I couldnt bring myself to rename her #So Weeble is saved for another day #ball python #snake #reptiles #royal python #python regius #note that I only take in spiders as pet only animals and never directly from breeders who seek profit from breeding the morph #her wobble varies but as you can see from the photo she definitely is affected by it in casual/low stress settings #spider morph

[thekicker]

This guy acting like he's on the cover of vogue ⁉️

#reptiblr #snake #what the fuck #reptile #pets #snake owner

[irenekohstudio]

Ready to add some hiss-terical charm to your life? Say hello to the Snake Chinese zodiac warrior. Whether you're a hiss-terical Snake zodiac warrior or just looking to add some venomous vibes to your life, this warrior is here to make your years ssssspecial. The years of the Snake include 1917, 1929, 1941, 1953, 1965, 1977, 1989, 2001, 2013, 2025, 2037.

#snek #cute snek #snake #snake art #cute style #cute art #kawaii art #kawaiistyle #kawaii #cute animals #snake owner #snake lover #chinese zodiac #chinese #chinese art #zodiac art #cute stickers #stickers #stationery

[the-irken-pony]

Polite yet casual reminder that:

If you have not owned a particular type of animal, chances are extremely low that you will know more about how to care for the animal than whoever owns the pet. Just because the animal is on the internet doesn’t change this.

Yes, different animals show different responses to emotions like stress, happiness, etc. but that doesn’t mean you should automatically assume every odd behavior quirk is a distress response. Do your own research or, if you check the notes of whatever post, make sure it’s coming from someone who would actually know about the animal. Blogs like is-the-X-video-cute blogs or thefrogaquarium753, which are specifically focused on those types of animal, tend to give a breakdown of why a certain animal will display whatever behavior, whereas master-chiefs-big-naturals will more often be like “the animal is being abused because it’s clearly in distress which is obviously because [insert reason they pulled out of their ass]”

Pets are like children. Sometimes animals get themselves in unpleasant situations, but that doesn’t automatically mean the owners were abusive or neglectful or stuck them in that situation themselves.

Yes, some pet owners are indeed abusive (before any of you get defensive and try to tell me how the world works). That doesn’t mean every single pet owner is secretly horrible and that you should be jumping at the bit to call them out. Usually the pet owner is just as worried about the situation as you if not more (it’s their pet lol), and going on about how horrible of a person they are for something outside of their control does infinitely more harm than good (adds onto the stress of their pet being in distress, makes them hesitate to seek help or info, makes people less likely to trust them even if they’re benevolent, etc etc).

In general, an abusive pet owner will try to frame it as something cutesy or silly. If the owner points out that it’s a problem, or if it’s a vet speaking (if the pet is with a veterinarian then that should already be a good sign about the owner right !!) then that is very different.

Tl;dr please trust that pet owners know what they’re doing. No that kitten isn’t crying for food because it’s being starved in a cold shed in the winter off camera, have you never met a cat before

#mine #long post #pets #petblr #this post is brought to you after seeing people saying a snake owner was a bad owner despite having clearly been brought to the vet

[william-snekspeare]

Can you tell us more about the Breakfast Bois (Toast and Oatmeal)? Are they siblings, roommates, mortal enemies playing nice when you're looking at them?

They are roomates! Toast is the more playful one and Oatmeal is very sleepy. They both like to snuggle

#toast #oatmeal #ferrets #not snakes #fur snakes #I’m hoping oaty gets a little more playful once he’s gained some weight #he’s pretty skinny due to neglect from his previous owner #but if he stays snoozy that’s ok too

[katiefrog217]

You would THINK I don't feed my snake with the way he came flying at his food today.

He's usually pretty docile about it so this was a surprise (it doesn't help aiming his strike because he WILL spit it out and not eat if he grabs it wrong).

And then he decided to stick his whole face in the water and ended up squeaking like duh man.

#katiefrog217 #ramblings #reptile owner #snakes