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accursedkaleeshi · 3 years

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You mention how where the Kaleesh are from affects their appearance somewhat-can you elaborate more on that?

Yeah dude! More long post baseless conjecture for you!

TL:DR: Regional variants seems like a logical conclusion I came to bc I started drawing some Kaleesh with more developed noses but I still really liked the slit reptile nostrils too much so why not both.

A lot of the time in fantasy & sci-fi alien species look largely the same for the sake of simplicity but y’know. Kaleesh are the primary sentient species on their entire ass planet so surely there are different ethnicities just like humans. We have exactly 1 image of Kalee as a whole planet (thank you based Wookiepedia authors) & a lot of the locations of things are vague so I took that to mean I can just make shit up & no one will mind. So, uh here are just my large general colloquial ethnic areas.

Northern: -Oldest populations. More primal features in areas like coarse hair/bristles, scales/spines, &/or proto-feathers (think Argonian hairstyles). -Lower canine tusks still in some populations. -More pronounced skull crests. -Ears are most dramatically pointed, like they evolved from scales/spines. -Red, brown, ruddy colors in varying gradients as they hailed from clay cliffs initially. -No intricate color patterns, mostly uniform scale shapes. -Warm eye colors, yellow to red. -Usually get the largest. (Bentilais georg is an outlier & is not directly northern.)

Eastern (largest cardinal region, mostly in the northern hemisphere but extends into southern hemisphere a ways): -Largest modern population, really took to tropical jungles as ambush predators. -Kind of the standard of Kaleesh representation. -Course, textured hair. -Bright warm eye colors. -Incredibly varied scale shape & color patterns that broke up their outlines in foliage. -Usually warm ruddy colors, populations getting darker toward the equator.

Western (smaller than east but encroaches further north): -Kind of an amalgam of Eastern & Southern features. -Thin nasal folds, minimal nose structure. -Ears often fold partially inward from the forward edge. -Kind of spry & springy builds as opposed to compact muscle of East, or any Northern tanks. -Lighter colors of various saturation depending on the area.

Southern (meets East & West but is a comparatively small chunk that is nearly entirely in the southern hemisphere): -Most independently distinct -It’s kind of weird down there, there’s a large arid canyon environment that separates the west from the south that is a pain in the dick to navigate so they just didn’t. -Not often seen north of the equator. -Long faces. -Long, thin frames on a species that is already gangly in general -Ears folded, like bunny ears, right? They curl inward. -No nose structure, just slit lizard nostrils -Darker colors. Rumored iridescent population (see brazillian rainbow boa)

Side note about Grendaju: Grendaju is not included in the colloquial south & is it’s own thing. Grendaju is like Antarctica & the planetary population at large didn’t think people actually lived down there in the ice tundra. So Ronderu legging it around the mainland looking ethnically ambiguous, no one else ever with her before Qymaen, saying she was from Grendaju & descended from gods really absolutely scared the shit out of most people. (omg I love her so much?)

#asks #accursed!grievous #kalee #kaleesh #sw headcanons #ppl think ronderu burst out of a glacier from the kaleeshi underworld & chose violence

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i-m-snek · 4 months

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We wish you a merry Hissmass~

#navi #reptiblr #rainbow boa #brazillian rainbow boa #Epicrates cenchria #rainbows for days

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maluminspace · 4 years

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Reader

Word Count: 2.7

Requested: @clffrd

Hufflepuff Michael / Slytherin Reader - playful arguments in detention!

Trigger Warnings: strong language

A/N: I really loved writing this! I love you Effy, I hope you enjoy this 🥰

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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the spacious transfiguration classroom as you traipsed inside. It’s unsurprisingly empty, seeing as you’re a little early for your detention. Sighing, you drop your satchel down onto the nearest desk before wondering over to the cages and glass tanks lining one of the walls. You head straight for the hedgehogs, having always had a soft spot for them. Most of them are curled up in little spiky balls, sleeping soundly in the warmth of the light filtering in through the tall windows of the ground floor room. After quickly checking in on each of the other species in the various cages, you head back over to the desk where you’d left your bag, grumpily contemplating why you’d ended up here in the first place.

Despite being no stranger to detention, you’re adamant that this particular punishment is uncalled for. It’s not your fault that Luke Hemmings is a fucking clumsy shit. How were you ever meant to anticipate that he’d lean forward in his chair at the very moment you cast the enlargement charm on the marble in front of him. In your opinion, you’re entirely blameless for the fact that the charm hit Luke’s nose and the resulting effect, which was that his nose swelled to the size of an average grapefruit.

When the sound of footsteps approaching the classroom drifts in from the corridor, you glance up at the doorway, fully expecting your transfiguration professor to appear there at any moment. However, you’re somewhat surprised when the only person that appears is one of your fellow students. Your heart skips a little as you notice the flurry of fluffy pink hair and Hufflepuff robes, knowing they can only mean the arrival of one person. Your friend and long term crush; Michael Clifford.

“Surprise, my little rainbow boa.” Michael smiles, looking thoroughly pleased with himself for some reason as he sweeps into the room, claiming the desk next to you. Most other people usually assume that he chose that snake at random just because you’re a Slytherin, but that’s not true at all. He chose it because you spoke about them during in your very first class together shortly after arriving at Hogwarts. You’d told him they were one of your very favourite animals and he’d obviously associated them with you after that. Of course, being from an all Slytherin family, snakes have always been a big part of your life. Unlike most families, however, yours have always dedicated a lot of time to conservation work and breeding programmes for endangered species. During the summer before coming to Hogwarts, you’d accompanied your parents on a trip to help out one of their friends with a breeding programme for Brazillian Rainbow Boas. You’d fallen in love with their pretty iridescent scales and pretty patterns. The enthusiasm with which you’d described them to Michael during that first class, had seemingly made quite an impact on him. He’s called you ‘rainbow boa’ or ‘bow’ or ‘boa’ ever since and it never fails to bring butterflies to your tummy.

As pleased as you are to see him, you’re also very confused. You weren’t aware that anyone else had detention today. “What’re you doing here, flossy?” Your pet name for him had been born during your third year at Hogwarts, when Michael had tried to show off by casting the colour changing spell on your beanie hat, unfortunately it had backfired and turned his blonde hair bright pink. You’d told him that it looked like candy floss and he’d been surprisingly pleased about that. So pleased, in fact, that he’d intentionally changed it to a less garish shade of pink which he’s kept ever since.

Michael scoffs, slumping back in his seat, although the use of your fond pet name for him brings a tinge of colour to his cheeks. “You could act a little more pleased to see me!” He states, folding his arms across the front of his crumpled robes. “I’m gifting you with my company so that you don’t have to suffer this boring fate alone!”

You raise a questioning eyebrow, silently awaiting a more insightful explanation.

“It’s incredibly lucky for you that I was caught graffiting the side of the greenhouses this afternoon.” He elaborates, loosening his tie to give himself an even more dishevelled appearance.

His story isn’t entirely believable. Michael has been known to be mischievous in class and it’s definitely not out of the ordinary for him to end his day in detention. However, his disregard of school rules usually revolve around him talking too loudly in the library or deliberately disrupting boring classwork with random acts of clownery. Vandalism of any kind, has never really been something he’d gotten into trouble for before, so it strikes you as more than a little bit odd.

Before you can question your friend on whether or not his story is bullshit, your transfiguration teacher, Mr Barkridge, arrives. He shuffles into the classroom, his infamously long, grey moustache fluttering in the breeze he creates with his own brisk pace. He’s wearing a typically irritated expression as he fixes you and Michael with a stern glare. “Don’t get too comfortable, there.” He barks, his croaky voice grating your nerves as it always does. “You won’t be staying in here this afternoon.”

You exchange a curious look with Michael before you both get to your feet. “I thought we were meant to be re-organising your textbooks, professor.” You ponder out loud.

An almost sadistic smile takes over the elderly man’s face as he shakes his head. “Change of plan. You can both leave your bags here, you can collect them when I dismiss you.” He turns on his heel and gestures for you both to follow him.

Still curious as to what's happening, you hastily take off after the teacher, aware of Michael following close behind you.

As if he can read your mind, Mr Barkridge breaks the silence just moments after you exit classroom 1B into the semi-outdoor corridor that lines the middle courtyard. “I’ve left two yard brushes and two buckets of water out on the courtyard for you.” He explains in the most chirpy voice you’ve ever heard him use.

“And what is it that we’re meant to be doing, sir?” Michael asks, taking the words right out of your mouth as you near the archway that leads out onto the paved courtyard.

Mr Barkridge smirks, his brown eyes twinkling with something like glee. A most unusual emotion for the grumpiest teacher at Hogwarts. “Well my sixth years were practicing their bird conjuring charm this afternoon, Mr Clifford.” He replies delightedly. “As I’m sure you’re aware, our little winged friends can leave behind quite a mess!”

You have to bite back a giggle at the expression on Michael’s face he realises that your detention task is cleaning up bird poop.

Your friend’s disgusted expression seems to delight the professor even further as halts under the archway. “I expect this courtyard to be gleaming when I return in an hour.” Professor Barkridge sneers at the two of you. “If there’s even a spec of bird mess left when I carry out my inspection, you’ll both find yourselves back here tomorrow to repeat the process, do you understand?”

You nod in confirmation and you’re vaguely aware of Michael doing the same thing, before you both turn towards the cleaning implements that have been left for you against the low wall surrounding the semi-outdoor corridor.

Professor Barkridge clears his throat before you’ve even taken two steps and you halt, turning back to shoot him a questioning glance.

“Your wands…” The elderly teacher sneers, holding out a wrinkly hand to each of you. “I’m not stupid enough to believe that neither of you will try to cheat by using magic.”

It’s a huge effort not to roll your eyes as you pull your wand out from your Slytherin robes and out of the corner of your eye you see Michael handing his over, too.

“But what if we need more water?” The Hufflepuff asks, looking genuinely perplexed.

A bark of croaky laughter bursts from the teacher before he replies. “There are various bathroom facilities in the school, Mr Clifford.” He scoffs. “You have been here for five years, I know you’re aware of where they are, you’ve been excused from class often enough to use them. All of the bathrooms contain a piece of equipment called a sink, which all have taps that dispense hot and cold water. Please feel free to use those to refill your buckets.”

You have to bite back a laugh as Michael blushes with embarrassment.

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it.” Professor Barkridge nods, still looking disgustingly pleased with himself. “I’ll be back in an hour.” He heads off towards his office without a backwards glance and you watch him until he turns a corner and disappears from sight.

Michael sighs dramatically as he grabs one of the yard brushes and a bucket. “This is gonna fucking suck.” He mutters, tipping a little of the water over the nearest patch of bird poo.

You nod in agreement, glancing around the mucky courtyard. “We’re never gonna finish this in one hour.” You grumble, taking hold of your own brush and bucket of water. “Especially since you don’t know how to fill up a bucket without magic.”

The Hufflepuff sneers at you as his cheeks heat up, turning a deep pink as he purposely sweeps some water your way. “Fuck you, boa.” He hisses, although his expression when he glances over at you , is all-too-fond. “I bless you with my company and this is how you repay me?”

Chuckling, you sidestep the mini wave Michael sweeps your way before moving your bucket to a patch a few feet away from him. “I never asked you to keep me company.” You reply honestly, tipping a little of your water over a particularly shitty cluster of paving stones.

Michael’s blush deepens a little bit as he drops his gaze, apparently becoming seriously interested in the job at hand all of a sudden. “Well I’m not mad that we got to spend this bit of extra time together.” He mumbles, scrubbing the ground a little too enthusiastically and splashing water over his own shoes.

“Is that why you lied about vandalising the greenhouses? To spend an hour scrubbing up bird shit with me?” You ask, your voice sounding a little cautious. Even though you’re fairly sure Michael would never graffiti on one of his beloved greenhouses, there’s still a tiny niggling doubt that maybe you’ve misjudged this whole situation.

He mumbles something that you can’t quite make out as he concentrates on his task, deliberately avoiding your gaze.

“What was that, flossy?” You smirk, stepping a little closer to him so that you can hear him better when he speaks again.

“I said I don’t know why you’d think I’d lie about something like that…” Michael responds, shrugging his shoulders as he continues to stare at the ground he’s brushing. “It’s not like I want to be in detention.”

Even though you can’t see much of Michael’s face behind his long fringe, you can tell by his tone of voice that he’s being cagy and he also sounds a little embarrassed. This is classic Michael behaviour after he’s been caught out on something. It’s your confirmation that you’re right about him not being a vandal. He obviously isn’t in the mood to talk about it right now, though, so you decide to drop the subject for the time being. “Well regardless of how you ended up here, I’m still distressed that you don’t know how to fill a bucket with water without magic.”

Without saying a word Michael picks up his bucket again and swiftly sloshes some more water onto the paving stones. He purposely ensures that he aims it close enough to you that some of it splashes up at you, soaking the bottom of your robes.

An involuntary squeal escapes you as you pick up your own bucket and deliberately soak Michael’s feet with a hefty portion of its contents.

The Hufflepuff lets out a squeaky yell as the water soaks through the bottom of his trouser legs. “I’m gonna get you for that!” He threatens jokingly, dropping his yard brush and lunging at you, hands outstretched ready to tickle your sides.

Luckily for you, he’s a creature of habit. You manage to anticipate his move in enough time to sidestep the ‘attack’. It would be easy for you to deflect him and run away, but instead it’s like the part of you that wants him as more than a friend takes over your usually rational mind. You grab him with both hands and push him against the nearest stone pillar, pinning him to it by his wrists.

Michael lets out an involuntary gasp as you inadvertently press your body against his. He goes pliant in your grasp, sinking back against the wall as his startled eyes drift to your lips. Without allowing yourself to overthink it, you lean in closer to him until the tip of your nose is touching his. “You need to get better moves, Clifford.” You whisper, ensuring that he can feel your breath on his lips.

The Hufflepuff meets your gaze as he tilts his head to one side ever-so-slightly. “I agree.” He replies before surging forward to close the tiny gap between his lips and yours. The kiss is soft and hesitant but you melt into it easily. It doesn’t feel real at first, you’ve imagined this moment hundreds of times but it somehow feels even more perfect than any daydream you’ve ever had about it.

“Well that’s certainly a new move, flossy.” You giggle breathlessly, as you pull back from him, fully aware that you’re blushing terribly.

Michael lets out a small chuckle too as he twists his wrists in your grip. You release him reluctantly but you’re rewarded when he cups your cheek gently with one hand. “I’ve wanted to do that forever.” He confesses quitely, his nerves clear in his soft tone.

“What stopped you?” You ask, leaning into his touch.

Michael shrugs, “I dunno… I guess part of me would never believe you’d like me as more than a friend.”

Giggling you place a kiss on his cheek. “We’re more alike than I care to admit, flossy.”

Michael regards you with a confused expression for a moment. It’s very in character for him to not even contemplate the possibility that you’ve liked him back this whole time.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the second you sat next to me in our first ever Charms class five years ago.” You admit, cautiously interlacing your fingers with his at your side. “I just never thought you saw me that way, either.”

“That’s a very ‘us’ thing to do.” Michael smiles sweetly. “I can’t believe we could have been kissing this whole time.”

As much as you want to continue this tender moment with your long-term crush, you know that if you don’t get on with your detention task, the two of you will get into even bigger trouble. That’s just something you can’t allow to happen when your O.W.L exams are fast approaching. “Well we can make up for it after this detention.” You smirk, reluctantly backing away from him. “You can sit at the Slytherin table for dinner and then take me to the library.”

Michael blushes at your insinuation and suggestive tone, but agrees to it eagerly as he picks up his brush again. “I’ve always loved how direct you are.” He muses out loud. “You always know what you want, that's part of what attracts me to you so much.”

Trying not to act like the love-sick puppy you’re quickly becoming, you pick up your own brush and fix him with a knowing smirk. “I always know when you’re lying too, flossy, don’t forget that.”

Michael rolls his eyes, finally conceding that he’s not going to get away with his bullshit about the vandalism. “Fine, I lied about the greenhouse graffiti.” He confesses. “It wasn’t me that drew the dick on the door, Luke did it earlier in the day. I told Professor Boyde it was me because Luke wasn’t there to take the blame anyway since you blew up his nose in the class before. I knew you’d gotten detention for that and I wanted to keep you company.”

Your heart melts at Michael’s sweet gesture. As far as teenage love goes, taking the punishment for someone else so that he could spend an hour in detention with you, is just about as romantic as it gets.

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fangirlinginleatherboots · 4 years

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How many pets you got and what are their names? ( I really like animals zoologys a Special Interest so I love hearing about them)

Also do you have plans for more ?

We have a ball python (pastel lesser clown) named tau. A betta, a honey gouruami, 10 harlequin rasboras, and a snail. And bee. Theres more info @nonbeenaries

We are planning on getting a red brazillian rainbow boa at some point as well as a miniature poodle in the farther future.

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nonbeenaries · 3 years

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Thought I would post pics of Nyx's dad Bart (left) and mom Liddia (right, while she was gravid). :) Most of the resulting litter were hypos or het hypo. Nyx is het hypo. Breeder photos, not mine.

#brazillian rainbow boa #rainbow boa #snakeblr #reptiblr #honey.jar #nyx tag #i do think it's funny that her dad is named bart #snakes

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void-the-bear · 4 years

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Nick and Death

This story is based off of Snake Discovery’s Nearly Headless Nick, the eyeless Garter Snake, and motivation comes from @jenny-jinya and her sad grim reaper comics. It will be in the Point of View of Nearly Headless Nick

It was a nice day today, until it happened. I was slithering, looking for small mice when sudden blades of death sliced one of my eyes clean off. That’s when I first met death. He told me that I was very lucky that the lawnmower didn’t hurt me badly enough for him to take me, at first I was confused, then he kindly pointed me in a direction before leaving. I followed his direction, and before I knew it, I was picked up by humans. It was really scary, but the humans kept me in a glass case and gave me a safe place for me to heal, and they fed me and were really nice.

Weeks later a new pair of humans picked me up and gave me a place in their home and they fed me and cared for me, and I smelled other Garters and other snakes nearby. I eventually gathered that their names were Emily and Ed, and they liked recording me with what they call a “camera”. I felt so lucky to be alive and in good care. They even gave me a name, “Nearly Headless Nick.”

Though, my remaining eye was really hurting. I was going blind and my own eye could kill me if it got too bad, after waiting some time, Emily and Ed took me to a place where another kind human removed my other eye. I knew my face was really deformed by then, but I was happy.

After I learned my case, where what I think a cave was, and had help being fed, I stayed there for about a year or two, happy. Then I was picked up, I thought I was getting food, then I smelled a female garter snake by me. I was kinda nervous, but I told her what happened to me after she asked what happened to me. “You think my face is bad, you should’ve seen the lawnmower!” I was put into the case with the girl. I was very nervous at first, but she eventually told me where the cave was and let me share it with her. I also learned her name was CMax. Eventually, me and the girl were moved into a huge case, it put me into shock when I realised it, I had to pause to take it all in!

It was 2 months of living in the larger case with the female, but one day I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. Emily, I could recognize her voice, came in and watched me struggle, she sounded sad. I knew I couldn’t keep up any more. Then I met Death again that day. He said he was sorry for me when he took my spirit, but I could see again. All I could get myself to tell death was “Thank you”, though. I thanked him for pointing me to a place where I could heal up and get the best last two years of my life, and he said “You’re welcome, Nick.”

After a week or so with Death, he brought me back to see Emily one last time. I was confused, then I realised she was making one of her videos for all who watched her videos. She said that I saved the lives of multiple other Garter Snakes, and death nodded agreeingly. It made me so happy, I helped other Garters not get hurt. And she also said something I was completely unaware of, she had taken in a Brazillian Rainbow Boa who was born with no eyes, and then I realized she was holding him. She said if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t have taken in the Boa. I wish the Boa, which I learned his name is Mad Eyeless Moody, the best of luck, knowing how kind Emily and Ed are. I once again thanked Death for showing me that, I was truly happy. I couldn’t help but feel bad for seeing Emily and Ed sad, but they complimented me and… I wish I could speak human, I would’ve said goodbye and thank them for helping me. And I would’ve said I loved them like a family.

Me and Death are great friends now. He occasionally brings me back to Emily and Ed’s place to see the new news, one of the news that even he was unsure about was a new garter, one with two heads, being born by CMax’s mom. He brought me when Emily and Ed went to do something called “Herping” and they found a Bullsnake without eyes, but Death said that he knew that he’ll have to take that snake soon if it struggles finding food, and Emily said to her camera that she won’t take in the Bullsnake if it did have that disease, which made me feel bad for the Bull, but Emily made a good point and didn’t want to risk putting all the other snakes I smelled and eventually saw in danger. I wished the Bull luck before Death took me back to his realm.

All the other snakes in Death’s realm love my stories and are impressed by me. I even learned that some of them knew Emily and Ed, an Albino one named Fatness told me more and more good things about them. I wish Emily and Ed luck the most, as they were the nicest Humans I could ever know.

#snake discovery #death tw #snakes #snake #mildly sad #nearly headless nick #mad eyeless moody #Fatness #Fatness Everdeen #garter snake #inspired #Snakes mentioned:#brazilian rainbow boa #bullsnake #idk how I got the modivation to do it nor how I didn't lose the modivation right in the middle of it-#writing #short story #any other writing tag-

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