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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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transjudas · 2 months
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LA Comic Con 2019 (x)
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moonpaw · 2 years
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YEAH one piece is super long (it’s not long enough) but i prommis one piece’s art style gets better in both the anime and manga no matter which route you decide to take and i also prommis the story will blow your tits clean off if you give it the chance to
besides. it’s also got this fucking thing 👇
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Tony Tony Chopper
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limepigeon · 11 months
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that line about Ortega saying he wasn’t sober for a month after Heartbreak keeps replaying in my head, lately especially how it would affect Chen (:
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epsilon-system · 4 months
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Wanting to play phighting but also being afraid to because of how other games we've played treats newbies (stares directly at call of duty and sometimes tf2)
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welcometohermitcraft · 5 months
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Just finished listening to wtnv episode 235 and as a person who loves both Night Vale and Les Miserables this might just have become my new favorite episode
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hoarding-stories · 3 months
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Lark is absolutely pulling my heartstrings, deciding to put herself in danger to try and go rescue Sherman but unflinchingly burning her relationship with Tzila first because what if she fails
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craycraybluejay · 5 months
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*sending you the most gay, erotic murder fic I can*
ok but is it twisted does it make me put my phone upside down and stare at the ceiling and wonder whether i'm turned on or sickened by what i just read? whether i'm frightened or excited? does it make me want to pull my guts out of my abdomen with my bare hands. does it make me feel small and naked and big and bejewled. does it make me feel uncomfortably looked at, like someone read my mind and wrote my sick fixations into a character or plotline. does it give me an existential crisis. does it make me want to print it out and eat it. does it entrance me and make me unable to tear my eyes away.
(this is about sheeplaurelzzz and a few other choice fic authors and works,, im fucking obsessed w laurel's writing its insanely good its like.. wtf how are you so good... thats gross pls make more of it..... im going crazy. like. the sheer talent and discipline to write that MUCH and do it so WELL that i can never take my eyes off. the absolute skill required for thousands upon thousands of words to each hit like a fucking freight train and every plot beat to stay in your head indefinitely. im INSANE about it.)
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paintoreos · 10 months
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I am gonna say this
I do NOT care whether you call me ‘Good boy~’ or ‘Good girl~’
I will go feral.
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raemeh · 1 year
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Help I’m getting attached to my dnd dad
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gunpowder-tim · 7 months
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someone i do not kmow has rb my poetry and put it in their tag w like other powms and webweave things and. holy shit oh my god. is it really that good???
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moonpaw · 1 year
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thinking about nami's backstory and how she begged for help twice, and both times ended up with Gen getting beat up and sliced to ribbons, as well as the rest of the villagers getting attacked as nami watched in horror, and this was after watching her mother get shot in the head
then later on in arlong park, she watched as several marine ships came to try to help and watched as arlong and the fishman pirates sank each and every one of them before the navy stopped sending help altogether and in just a few hours nami realized that she can no longer ask for help, it won't successfully come without lose of life of either random people or those she cares about
so at that moment she decided that she can't rely on anyone, can't ask for help lest they get attacked, and that she is completely and utterly on her own
and then comes in luffy and the straw hats, determined to help, but i think it's important here to know that luffy waits until nami asks for it, something she was avoiding until arlong backed her into a corner and everyone she loves was about to be killed despite all her effort and struggles
asking for help meant death to whoever would, but not asking for help would lead to the deaths of those she was trying to protect
so she asked
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bred-crumbs · 1 year
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I would like for tumblr to stop recommending me the shit jk Rowling takes
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Fuck it
Dead Leaves subliminal where you manifest Retro as your bf
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I am actually doing this btw so stay tuned
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welcometohermitcraft · 2 months
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Anyone who kicks their kids out of their house is fucking despicable. No matter the reason.
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crystalfloers · 2 years
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I’m only 5 eps into “While You Were Sleeping” the kdrama and it’s making me SICK with how good it would be if they just like were an actual love triangle. Like I know it’s not gonna end in polyamory, it’s a kdrama, but IMAGINE!!! the chemistry they all have with each other plus the prophetic dreams keeping them together is like perfect. And like, THEYRE FRIENDS!! they are such good guys to each other already I’m losing it
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