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jadebrightwind · 2 years
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*clears throat* ahem! La-HEEEEEEEEEEE-
Keep an eye out for more on this piece! This is just the first version I've made, I intend to make another version for a different purpose...!
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wispythreads · 4 months
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All the various deathblows I've made against the countless soldiers/samurai/shinobi in this game: "wooooaaaah cool!" "oh my god..!" "Wow, brutal!"
One (1) deathblow directly into the eye of a monstrously gargantuan white snake, head alone bigger than an adult man, that had up to this point single-mindedly been trying to find and eat me: I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry-!!!
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kaitostrophe · 2 years
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kickstarter
hey guys!
i just launched a kickstarter to fund a series of hard enamel pins inspired by megumi’s ten shadows technique, the first 2 designs got unlocked in the first 3 days but we’ll need some more help to unlock the rest of the designs.
i’d really appreciate it if any of you could help rb to spread the word/pledge if you’re interested in getting the pins yourselves!
thank you thank you thank you! ❤️‍🔥
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UNHOLY SPAWN OF THE SERPENTINE PATH -- THE SONS OF SET -- THE SERPENT MEN!
PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on panels of the dreaded Serpent Men, a fictional race created by Robert E. Howard for his King Kull tales, and were later adapted for the "Conan the Barbarian" Vol 1. comic-book series by Roy Thomas and Marie Severin over at Marvel Comics in the early '70s.
MINI-OVERVIEW: "Serpent Men are humanoids with scaled skin and snake-like heads. They possess magical abilities, the most common of which is the use of illusion to disguise themselves as a human. In some stories, the ghost of someone killed by a Serpent Man becomes the Serpent Man's slave. Due to the shape of their mouths, Serpent Men cannot utter the phrase "Ka nama kaa lajerama." Robert E. Howard's character Kull uses the phrase as a shibboleth in the story "The Shadow Kingdom.""
-- FANTASY RACES/HEROIC FANTASY (via Pinterest)
Sources: www.pinterest.com/pin/827536500250967131, http://random-happenstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-week-kull-10.html, www.pinterest.com/pin/827536500253725239, etc...
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karryalane · 1 year
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 74
When a new black-haired blue-eyed person appeared in the manor, one could easily be forgiven for thinking that Bruce’s adoption problem had struck again. So color many a batkid surprised that no, this kid isn’t a new sibling, no he didn’t get grabbed from the street, and actually he’s here for Alfred. Apparently Alfred never found it important to mentioned that he has a husband- that the kid kind of implies isn’t human what with the casual way he says he himself is half human- and that this kid is apparently their child. For once it’s Bruce’s turn to come home to a surprise sibling. 
Danny on the other hand just learned that his Clockpa has a semi-mortal partner who has offered to take him in, (in another dimension even! And there’s aliens!!) while the ancient takes care of some stuff at home. And yeah it’s in a rich-manor but Sam has proved that not all rich people are evil, and based off of Mr Pennyworth’s stories the Waynes weren’t bad either. Though based off of the others’ reactions perhaps he should wait to mention that there wasn’t one new family member but three…
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mxihi · 10 months
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the little guys who follow you
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shirtlesslizard · 4 months
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Happy Year of The Dragon!
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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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atomic-chronoscaph · 3 months
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The Saga of the Viking Women and Their Voyage to the Waters of the Great Sea Serpent (1958)
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todaysbird · 9 months
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the great nicobar serpent-eagle is (believed to be) the world’s smallest eagle species; their name comes from being endemic to the indian island of great nicobar. as their name implies, snakes are a large part of their diet; they primarily feed on reptiles such as snakes and lizards. due to their small range, they are threatened by habitat loss. typically, only one egg is laid per clutch; if two eggs are laid, then only one will be successfully raised.
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pawthko · 9 months
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ive never hugged a wall harder in my life
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wispythreads · 2 months
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Are you still mad about the whole gouging your eye out thing?
Yeah you still seem really mad about the whole gouging your eye out thing.
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dimetrodone · 7 months
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Obsessed with whatever the hell this story is
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terymlxyrstdus · 8 months
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Barty: *constantly flirts with Evan and almost kisses him*
Evan: *actually kisses Barty*
Barty: *runs away in gay because he didn’t think that far*
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rainbowpopeworld · 4 months
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I made an edit of this video to just have the “fun facts” that Michael Sheen and David Tennant shared. Just look at David’s face when Michael is telling the story about his great great grandmother, the lion and elephant tamer, which David is apparently hearing for the first time. His jaw just keeps dropping and his eyebrows rising 😯😲
And then, about David’s story about being on two UK postage stamps, Michael had to make a joke about licking -cause of course he did 😂🥰
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