Peter Proksch (Austrian, 1935-2012) - Eurynome Enrages Ophion (1970)
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Ophion from Tokyo Afterschool Summoners
...is Today's fuckable dragon of the day.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!! ( super late edition 😂)
I'm sorry for being late again but I stood by my promise and made something for this event! I hope yall like it! ❤️🌸✨️
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@iwhoneverbelievedinwar submitted: found this little guy in my uni window (Canary Islands), wondered if you could ID him?
A very cute wasp! It's an ichneumon wasp, although I can't tell which species from this angle. I would think either in the genus Ophion or Netelia.
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Ophion [1]
Scenario: The strength and youth of his scales was something held pride in. Of course, he can’t keep his soul from soaring when he finds that you too admire them.
(Sorry if my writing style has changed too much. Depression does that when you let it rob your hobbies. Hopefully I’m not too rusty in writing for this fandom.)
A glinting gold, rivaling even that of the very sun hanging high up above this enclosed world of Tokyo. How was Ophion supposed to ignore this visage of his in front of the mirror and not sing his own praises? While the quality of his clothing doesn’t compare to the handmade clothes of his homeland, they serve their purpose in further enhancing the muscles embracing his structure.
The warm tones do well in making his natural colors pop out.
You, the one Ophion considers most precious, smoothly stood in front of him, blocking his view of the mirror. You reach out and snapped his suspender against his chest. Ophion felt no pain, but it made his heart flutter beneath his sturdy scales.
“Those things are strapped tight,” You chuckled as you pulled at them again. Ophion stopped you with a gentle finger on your wrist. “Hm?”
“Oh, my dear spouse,” Ophion has all the wealth in the world. It’s why he would so easily grab both his suspenders and let them tear, “if my clothes are getting in the way, all you have to do is say so. I won’t let anything stand in your way, especially if your goal is to have my glorious self.”
You snorted, smoothing a hand over the large expanse of his chest. Ophion had no choice but to puff up with pride. There’s no greater reward than your attention, after all.
“You say that as though I don’t already have you,” you drummed your fingers over his heart, “as though I haven’t hunted you, time and time again. Are you so eager for another game like that?”
In this near eternal cycle that is his life, of course such a thing would have him at your beck and call.
“If I say yes,” Ophion couldn’t keep his tongue from slipping over his teeth, “would you hunt for this beating heart once more? Would you take my precious body of gold for yourself?”
You thumb smoothed over the little but tightly aligned scales on his forearms. “Isn’t that natural when you’re placing yourself on the sliver platter for me?”
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Dragon love !
Small piece of Cthugha and Ophion !
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@crisbeedonuts submitted: silly beast in south alaska, any clues what kind of wasp this is? it looked much more orange than this in real life
It’s an ichneumonid wasp, but I couldn’t say which species! Probably the genus Ophion.
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