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#AUGH anyway this is getting long
shibuiking · 1 month
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ruporas · 10 months
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wolfwood redraws (ID in alt text)
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naffeclipse · 3 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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dizzybizz · 5 months
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only took 2 years but he's done now
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nebulous-rain · 6 months
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stream doodles!! my blog is so dry
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intotheelliwoods · 25 days
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I have one more thing I want to work on before I get back into updating 2AL regularly, but until then......
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onedragonaday · 3 months
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1/28/24 Light dragon from Loz Tears of the Kingdom
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odysseys-blood · 5 months
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i wonder how much longer the devils' lifespan is compared to a human. because the kings have been around for AGES when you take into account the fact that they were all full fledged adults with their countries well established by the time solomon first made contact with them. but also what's been messing me up about the longevity of their lives is the fact that the mc meets children! (from satan's bath card preview)
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and from this conversation with sitri and ppyong devils are no longer being born because lilith, mother of all devils, has disappeared along with god and solomon. (ch3)
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of course we know solomon is dead but the other two's existences are kinda up in the air at the moment. and with the fact that they all disappeared a long time ago its been. a few millenia which means any devil children have been babies and children for. a VERY long time from a humn perspective. and in that time many generations have sprung up between solomon's death and the mc being born. but also time passes differently in hell (likely slower from the fact that mc wasn't aware that the anniversary of their parents' death approached and passed (in ch4), as well as the fact that sitri says solomon spent a century in hell when solomon only made it to his 50s on earth (unles pretty busy has changed this for the story but i dont think they have)
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with how all the devil's act you really would think that solomon disappeared just yesterday to them! thousands of years have passed on earth but theyre still heartbroken like they last spoke to him just last week! how short is the life span of a human to them. is it just like a blink and you're gone. are they aware of how limited their time with the mc is. because even with hell being so technologically avanced there's death every day. there is no cure for death. you will die and they still haven't even coped well with the death of a man that lived so long ago.
#cliffnotes/.txt#whb#what in hell is bad#whb spoilers#its just. AUGH.#i know theres also a likelihood that mc will go back to earth long before they die#or at least thats the plan#but would their entire time in hell just feel like a week to the demons?#its just sad to think about#and then they'd be getting sucker punched twice losing solomon and his refraction in what feels like a short period#of time for them#also thinking abt if the mc were to have a child with one of the 72 upper devils or kings#its likely that they'd die pretty early on in that chil'd life yknow#regardless of whether that child grows up in hell or on earth considering unholycs i believe also live long#(ik that tie in was likely just done for fun but im using it anyways)#so like. idk.#has pretty busy put that much thought into any of this and the cohesiveness of their own narrative?#most likely not.#will i overthink it anyways?#absolutely i have adhd and anxiety all i do is overthink#so sorry for long media analysis in the tags#it will happen again.#edit: nawt me being vagued in the tags w/ a point i wasnt even making lmao#the bit abt minhyeok's substory in ch4 was abt being disoriented bc of the difference#to the point where the mc did not notice the approach of such an important date tho there is a lot going on also#not 'oh i think its been a year'. thats stupid.#id give the events of ch1-4 like. a span of a week in hell tops. barely even that if im bein honest#if itd been a whole year i dont think mc would still be trying to adapt
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pthalomars · 9 months
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I gave you a rare gift, but you didn't want it.
Didn't I?
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z-skull · 2 years
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trying to make friends...
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milkweedman · 8 months
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forcing myself to "eat protein" and "be responsible" after once again encountering a week long period of all my muscles hurt so bad and are so weak despite doing the same thing they always do assuming without checking that it was probably because im eating mostly coffee and plain untoasted bread in small quantities. and its not even a whey bread or 100% whole wheat, ive been trying to use up my bread flour/whole wheat blend (i dumped them in the bucket together, maybe on accident ? unclear) so its just that with whatever else i threw in. spent $6 on the only yogurt in the store that had at least 5 grams of protein per 1/4 cup, which is still very little, only to get home and finally google what the symptoms of protein deficiency are. they are not that. those are the symptoms of Who Fucking Knows, As Always
#i dont even like yogurt...#god the food situation is so bad#so it turns out i can do one of the following--but badly and it takes more than 100% of my energy and is miserable and untenable long term#and involves injuring myself to do it: school. work. taking care of stuff around the house. taking care of myself.#i can do ONE.#i also dont get to pick because obviously i have to work#so feeding myself (even like making a bowl of cereal or eating a granola bar) is so impossibly difficult that i can only really do it#at night when high and finally able to feel hunger#and even then its still incredibly difficult and i usually get as far as cutting a slice of bread and then giving up and eating it plain#most of the actual meals i eat are because my roommates are usually kind enough to make enough dinner for 3#but i also have very weird and frequently changing dietary needs that i have not communicated 2 anyone so i cant necessarily actually eat i#have cooked some and made sandwiches a few times but its very clear i am borrowing from tomorrows spoons....#i ran out of the ensure a bit ago and i will get more although none of the stores nearby sell it#but i absolutely cannot afford to live off it#have luckily found that if i just drink one in the morning it staves off the majority of the nonstop random nausea attacks#so a 12 pack would last a lot longer but then its like. so now i need to figure out the eating thing again#cant win etc etc#augh. anyway. complaining over#disordered eating#chronic illness
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keeps-ache · 1 month
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porch time porch time woowoo !! :D
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cheer-soli-art · 1 year
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I started playing sky and……yeah it’s a good game
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OUWAH WAIT can we discuss Shadow's stimming??? You've cracked an egg I have always wanted to fry and if you're comfy with it I'd love to hear your thoughts
Also maybe a closeted special interest how do we feel about this, again no pressure to answer just giving you thoughts to think if nothing else.
YOOO FOR SURE ANON!!
I think that Shadow was never like..punished for his stimming, really? I think Shadow is actually very hard to push over the edge, it's just that when he is, it's bad. The way he stims with his quills feels to me like just a casual "im chillin but need stimulation and I like my quills neat" kinda thing. I think if he stims with his rings, it's more out of nervousness and grounding. Some other stims I think he would do would be rocking and kicking his feet around. His shoes are probably heavy, I bet it feels nice to wave em around!!
We know that Shadow likes cats a fair amount and the smell of lavender, but I also like the idea that he's got an interest in vintage mechanics like old cars and motorcycles. (I once saw a post about how they'd probably have the same few magazines on the ARK, and Shadow uses them as reading material. Wish I could remember who it was who made it!!) Could also be light projecting on my part lol..But as analytical and logical as Shadow is, I think he'd like knowing what makes things work. Not in a "I'm gonna take this whole device apart and put it back together" thing (I think we owe that trait to Tails!) but in a "I'm gonna save this in my head to google later or else I'll never know why". Shadow's been incredibly isolated ever since he was created, I think he spends a lot of time just learning about Earth and everything in it.
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oathkeeperoxas · 1 year
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I love it when I enter a new fandom and everyone there is so so so much smarter than me and has already written the fic I would write so I 1) can simply Enjoy it and 2) don't have the learn jack shit about how the us army works
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