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losteventide · 1 year
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Gift chibis done for friends!
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heftylesbian · 1 year
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This is going to be the start of my “reworking my story” thought process. Since making the story originally a lot has changed but especially within these past few months so I want to start keeping things down and what better place than here.
The title will be Blood Serpent
The genres will be Action, Adventure, Romance, Fantasy, Comedy, Peychological
Current characters w/ general designs: Kaspar, Neo, King Abaddon, Queen Arcadia, Vasya, Kaspar’s Mom
Characters needing designs: Ash, Wolf boy (future ally), Strong woman (another ally), Grandpa John, High Preist, Neo’s Parents, Neo’s Butler, Neo’s master, etc.
Main goals of Kaspar: Freedom, Justice, and a sense of belonging.
Main goals of Neo: Revenge, Taking back what was rightfully his, Finding his other half.
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enjoliquej · 28 days
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I'm gonna munch, I'm gonna crunch
🐇 bunny has art print now 🐇
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bs-fangirl · 1 year
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I’m usually not someone who wants to buy a new printing of a book just because it has a different cover but the Temeraire art by Rovina Cai has me so tempted!
There is even spine cover art for the entire collection!
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This series remains one of my favorites and I implore everyone to read these wonderful books! Dragon riders in the Napoleonic wars, with rich cultures from around the world, intense battle scenes, dragons arguing for fair rights and pay, and more!
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kobb4ni2 · 1 month
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Surprise have you miss me?!
Once again I came here with another imagine with our lively Sea Serpent Reader. Since reader has both male and female parts I can see her produce asexually of she wanted to or wanted to have a child out of the blue. So picture this reader just taking her casual trips to visit her favorite people and while she striking a conversation with them they hear a baby cry.
Behind her back is her baby and now she is taking care of them. Now everyone in their minds went from *single hot giant sea monster lady* to *certified milf sea mother*
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JABAIWHA YES MOOTIE, IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR MILF AND MONSTER READER ADD THEM TOGETHER I GO 👹👹👹👹
It’s true that Sea Serpent! Reader both have male (two c0cks…) and female parts and can reproduce (eggs…) and this scenario just made me imagine Sea Serpent! Reader being bored one day and just making an egg by themselves 💀 and everyone is just eye-ing the product trying to see who’s the counterpart LIKE.
Boa: That merchild is definitely mine! She has my upmost beauty and she has my eyes too! She must have to imagine me when making the merchild so basically I’m her mom!
Mihawk using his sharp eyes to see any kind of resemblance of him (he’s STARING DEEP into the merchild a souls to see if she has the same eyes as Mihawk).
And the same thing goes to the Admirals…
All of them were just reaching.
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GETTING CARRIED AWAY SORRY!!
But Sea Serpent! Reader is SUCHHH MILF material not only are they tall, wise and have enough knowledge to take care of kids but…since Sea Serpent! Reader is huge…think about the boobies….the milk enough to feed health kids. (That one big mom convo💀💀)
JANAHA JUST IMAGINE, King on his “patrol” aka “where you go, it’s actually where I’m going too..” and it was just a nice walk but until you saw a lost girl in the capital, she both bumped into both you and King’s legs. King was obviously annoyed and was about to tell the kid to scram but you immediately carried the girl up and talked to her about it, which caused to the girl now in your shoulders as you both look for her mom, and when you both did you noticed that the whole time King was oddly quite, more quite then usual…is he angry with you? (He was infact planning both your kids name…)
KATAKURI MY MAN💕 Kids aren’t a problem to Katakuri I mean, duh he lived with 84 sibling with different races and attitudes.
Katakuri and Sea Serpent! Reader were just walking through the woods (woods that Brûlée did not jinx so yall can spend more time together) that’s when you both saw two lost kids, Katakuri was concerned but did not show it he tried to be logical to where the kids were going, but you were more emotional there for the kids, through the afternoon you finally got out of the forest, with two napping kids in your arms (boobs). May it be the sunlight rays but my-in Katakuri eyes you looked absolutely magisterial, plus when Katakuri knew how good your are with kids the first hour, he was just daydreaming through the walk. Later that night Katakuri started to read more about mer children and the right habitat for them…
Now all I can imagine is Sea Serpent! Reader going into heat….(for scientific research) who ever was lucky enough to bed Sea Serpent! Reader, is not gonna be lucky the next day limping…(worth it though 👀)
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sbeep · 1 year
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Hot girl viking summer.
My OC, Torun. Art repost, amended some incorrect runes. Now in full colour.
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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But longing has drunk my blood.
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Evening; from ‘Believe me, not the serpent’s sharp sting…’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer
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starrierknight · 7 months
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should I kill you with my yearning or have my yearning kill me? one of us will die by my hands, but I'll give you the pleasure of choosing. my want will be the death of us, and it won't be clean or pretty. the better parts of us will wither with excruciating tenderness, and we'll lick the blood off our hands. you and I know violence differently, but the blood on our tongues is the same.
it's red.
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mister-heart · 5 months
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Clearly unfinished but it WAS just another warmup drawing
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sideblogdotjpeg · 6 days
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hey guys does anybody know whats the date today
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henrycavillary · 9 months
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Serpent & Dove series | Shelby Mahurin
“Ask me no questions, mon amour , and I shall tell you no lies.”
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ladyhawke · 1 year
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In the hall there stands a bed. It’s covered all over with scarlet so red. Under the bed there runs a flood. The one half runs water, the other runs blood.
THE ESSEX SERPENT (2022) dir. Clio Barnard
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aquietanarchy · 5 months
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it's just it's just
pious devoted knight slowly becoming disillusioned with the church because the local abbot is literally manufacturing demons in order to side with the bourgeoisie against the revolution but he's trying his best to cling to his ideals and his christian faith regardless and also there's the inevitable tension of being queer in a predominately homophobic religion
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indigenous vampire who literally eats the rich and may or may not be the avatar of or at least connected in some way with quetzalcoatl a specifically non-christian god
is literally THE ship dynamic of all time. i cannot stop thinking about them. god. and that last devastating scene between them. they're both so flawed. olrox sweetie you cannot control your lover's actions you need to stop being so manipulative and selfish. mizrak you cannot call an aztec man "an animal who lost his soul long ago" what the fuck that's not okay. it doesn't matter that he's a vampire and therefore "soulless" according to your worldview because according to your worldview you're not supposed to fuck let alone fuck "soulless" creatures of the night let alone fuck "soulless" creatures of the night who happen to be other men. get the plank out of your own eye buddy. i love them both so much
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transparensies · 1 year
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snakes • tip jar
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uppercase-disgrace · 6 days
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enemies to lovers is so difficult to accomplish because we don't really have a modern gauge for how shitty someone is allowed to treat you and still get together with them so we have rivals to lovers where someone is slightly mean to someone once or they were competing academically or worse there was a misunderstanding which is BORING. vs the opposite extreme where its like oh hey I know that two months ago you were a genocidal dictator how's that going? oh you've changed? interesting. i'm incredibly dtf btw. and that always feels a little awkward because it's never that they killed like six people, it's always that they blew up a planet. y'all tryna fuck the guy who hunted your people? his best friend killed your mom and you're hopping on that? wild. but then again it IS more interesting than dating the guy who accidentally hit your car six years ago and forgot to apologize because he was running his mom to the hospital
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throughtrialbyfire · 6 months
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𝑾𝑰𝑷 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 ♥
i'm a day late yet again, but its that time of the week!!
firstly, thank you to the phenomenal @umbracirrus @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @mareenavee @dirty-bosmer for tagging me this week!! <33
secondly, i'm tagging the lovely @orfeoarte @aphocryphas @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @thana-topsy @boethiahspillowbook @polypolymorph @viss-and-pinegar @totally-not-deacon @gilgamish @wildhexe and you!! cant wait to see what you've all been up to this week!!
i'm working on "Cycle of the Serpent", chapters 27 and 28 right now! i'm going to share a tiny snippet from both. they're in extremely rough draft form at the moment, but i'm happy with the direction i'm taking them as i send athenath into meridia's temple >:3c
i'm also going to share a snippet from my Dragonborn Frothar fic, "Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood"! i've not gotten much deeper into it, i'm afraid, but i am enjoying working with this character a lot <3
chapter 27
"Listen," Emeros began in a steady voice, "there's certainly been a mistake. We're not Daedra worshippers, nor do we want anything to do with them. We're simply returning an object to it's rightful place, which would certainly prevent any other Daedra worshippers from finding it and enacting the will of…" "Meridia," the shorter Vigilant manage out. "This is the temple to Daedric Prince Meridia." "Right," Emeros nodded, "then if we return this and leave, that should be satisfactory. We've no intent to continue with the will of Meridia, we're simply putting things back where they belong. That's certainly something understandable, is it not?" "No," the taller Vigilant scoffed, "you've been carrying a Daedric artifact with intent to fulfill the wish of a Daedric Prince. In our eyes, that makes you on the same level of their worshippers." Emeros gave an agitated look to Wyndrelis, as if to ask if the Dunmer was hearing the same things he had just heard. "We've no intent to worship her, I can assure you. In fact, our friend-" he moved his hand in the direction of Athenath, "is a devotee to Mara! You've got the sense, I'm certain, to see how that makes him the opposite of a Daedra worshipper." "Anyone who does the will of-" Before the Dunmer Vigilant could finish her sentence, Athenath set the beacon in place, all five figures watching as a beam of light shot from the stone ground. Stumbling back, the Vigilants cursed and sputtered as Athenath stepped away from the statue, the pillar of light lifting the beacon into the hands of the statue.
Athenath stumbled. The world fell away and reformed under them, a new world, the same one, what did it matter? It swayed under his feet, the skies turned to melting gelatin, the clouds brandished heavy lights into their weary eyes. ------- As the world came back to him one piece at a time, he took in the sight before them. Emeros and Wyndrelis, poised in a standoff with the Vigilants. A faint, high humming thrilled the air, nerves spiking the hair on the back of their necks like an electric current run through the five at the statue's foot. Emeros gave one glance back at Athenath, Wyndrelis thickening a spark of magicka into his palm, blue against his fingertips. The Dunmer, too, turned his white irises back to the shorter of the trio, pupils landing dark, scrutinizing pinpricks against the Altmer's apprehension. Wordlessly, they understood. Athenath sprinted down from the statue's footing as lightning sprouted from Wyndrelis' hand, the sounds of battle raging above as they hopped from the stone down to another, until they landed squarely on the ground with a thud, the light of Meridia and the high-pitched whine it radiated calling to him. Pushing open the doors to the temple, they silently prayed to Mara, a plea of understanding. That she would show her compassion, and look down upon her devotee not with revulsion at the Daedric tampering in his fate, but with warmth, with love, with knowing how it was to be backed into a corner. The light of Meridia burned, the shadows split aside, and Athenath pushed forward into the ruined depths.
chapter 28
A foul air hung low around Athenath, thick in the darkness of the temple. Moss overpowered the stones, darkness shrouded in its blinding power, and the stench of decay wafted into the Altmer's senses. Athenath pressed their sleeve to his nose, forcing himself not to gag at the odor. He stepped forward, flinching as the noises of battle shredded the once-quiet air above them, using their sword to break apart spiderwebs that threaded through the temple's corners and crevices. The hair on the back of their neck prickled, skin bumping, spine aching with the all-too-familiar dread that sent a shiver down the column. The lit braziers up ahead offered both peace and terror. A presence had been here. The dark, then, seemed safer than the figure they knew lurked deeper in the temple. Still, he pushed one foot ahead of the other, against stone steps worn and slicked by the ages, into the depths of Meridia's temple, despite the chill radiating around them.
"Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood"
Frothar slashed away at the straw dummy before him, an intensity flaring in his eyes brighter than before, Nelkir's words ringing in his head. The promise of someone who could cover for him. It was almost too good to be true. The rumors perfumed the castle thickly of a dragon, nesting somewhere inside Whiterun Hold. Irileth had been debating the chance to dispatch a unit of guards to check it out, but Proventus and his father advised against it. His father. Frothar tore his helmet off and placed it aside. His father, who feared to lose him, an understandable fear. His father, who forbade him from getting involved in anything too dangerous, afraid to let Frothar out into the world, to watch his son get hurt, to watch his son burn up in the suns of the mountainous province. The Jarl, decorated war veteran, afraid to let Frothar so much as pick up a sword in the name of defending their Hold. He winced at the thought. Did Balgruuf not believe in him? Did the Jarl think he wasn't capable? Frothar had been trained by only the finest soldiers in Whiterun, from Great War veterans to young and talented people whose leadership was prized within the ranks of their guards. Irileth herself had tutored him in the art of wielding a blade, of stalking quietly, of keeping his head level, knowing when to stand down and when to fight. Yet even she denied him this chance to prove himself.
Slowly, he pulled his helmet back up from the table. He examined his armor. He wasn't too tired, no, he'd not let himself wear out on sparring. And if he packed quickly enough, he might even escape with the changing of the guard at the front doors of Dragonsreach. Of course, there was always the barracks, but sneaking through there in full armor sounded like the worst idea he'd had since he voiced his longing to hunt the dragon terrorizing the countryside. He would not tell anyone. Slowly, Frothar marched to his room, slipping between the corridors and snaking his way out of the sights of any and all who might still be awake at this hour. He pulled open the creaking wooden door to his room, hissing quietly when it echoed out into the night, and shut it quickly behind himself. He snagged a pack from beside his bed and tugged a small purse from his bedside drawer, filling it with a handful of septims. He had plenty of healing potions, he tended to stock up for when sparring with guards or Irileth or his brother got too rough, and he ensured they were packed so tight they could not rattle. He could hunt for his food. He would be fine. As he slung the pack over his shoulder and began the slow march to his window, he gazed down at the craggy plateau Dragonsreach rested upon. He knew this would not be an ideal route. He'd need to find some other way down, some pathway out.
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