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[dreamweave01]

I feel like the resolution on this image is bad, my apologies...

So I found this old drawing I did forever ago in my files and thought it was hilarious, so I decided to share :)

[naffeclipse]

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.

[torra-and-the-toons]

Some notes on Nigel from my modern adult AU, where all their adventures were just them playing pretend as kids and now they're grown up.

I always liked the cancer theory for Nigel, so I went with that. (what can I say, I love angst...) He left because the US healthcare system is a joke.

I made this for outfits, but it kinda just evolved into random notes.

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[disabled-dean]

Most unrealistic thing about Supernatural is that Dean stayed waifish and twinky into the later seasons send post

[randys-ranch]

No queer art depicts this, but scars fade. Your top surgery scars will fade and your origin will be unknown. Just a small, vague line- you will grow old and fat and it will be concealed, even if slightly.

You will be an old, balding man, and noone will know where you come from.

[boy-and-girl-crazy123456]

I know this is like a few years dead meme but "the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell" used as like representative of how schools don't teach "useful" knowledge actually really pisses me off cuz like, understanding cellular biology is actually pretty important to understanding you know, public health threats like say I dunno, some sort of pandemic or something!

[deva-arts]

I feel like Vincent would wear shirts from the brand "Affliction Clothing". Idk if you've ever heard of them but the name alone kinda fits his vibe.

Vincent is a simple man. If sees an edgy pattern of a tortured skeleton, he wants to wear it.

He feels a little handsome in them. And SUPER INTIMIDATING HAHAHA BASK IN THE PRESENCE OF YOUR NEW LORD

[cacw]

puppy barnes copium

[luveline]

https://www.tumblr.com/luveline/757253424899358720/u-do-not-have-to-answer-this-at-all-if-you-dont

Diff anon but what do you mean by ‘metabolism day’ ?

I’m no scientist but to my understanding it is a day where you eat more than your calorie allowance / don’t eat in a deficit in order to stop weight loss from slowing down! please look it up properly though I would feel awful if I’m wrong and I lead you astray

[rxttenfish]

it Happened Again

i swear at this point i need to just make a post explaining why sign language for deep sea animals just Doesn't Work in their given environment. because i keep seeing people trying to do that for inclusivity and it feels worse than just realizing that its probably not the best place for a spec evo species to focus exclusively on that.

or actually maybe i just need to make a post ranting about why the mermaids from Into The Drowning Deep are so bad and made no goddamn sense despite trying so hard to be hard spec evo

[fangirltothefullest]

I've been seeing a lot art, especially in the adopt spheres lately that are just female designs with MASSIVE tits and hips, like, freaking M cups or something with the tiniest waists and calves and feet and huge huge hips and as a plus size person it just makes me so deeply uncomfortable

Like, I get it... a person can be horny. That's fine. But ONLY drawing that and insisting it's fat? No thank you. It's not fatness it's Kardashian-inspired thinness where the tummy has to be flat, but the ass and tits can be huge because that's what's "in" right now to be "sexy".

And worse, it's comically done proportions with gravity defying boobs, no rolls whatsoever, and is basically a thin person inflated where people want to grab, smoothed on all sides like a cartoon to be a perfect bimbo and that's it. It's Pixar mom hips and anime titties. Its not fucking realistic and it sucks to constantly see people be like 'look!! I put fat people in my work!'

No you didn't.

As someone who is also very nicely soft, I can attest that a lot of us do want our bodies seen as sexy but that INCLUDES the rolls and the tummies and the chins and the arms and everything else.

But we also want to see ourselves in the mundane! We don't get to see the protagonists be fat unless they're comedy. We don't get to see ourselves portrayed on TV as desirable in any way, be it sexual, intellectual, or even just in advertisements that aren't used to shame us. We don't even get to exist most of the time where people can readily see us.

Also I'm fucking tired of fatness being a weird fetish. I personally love fat bodies, and I'm attracted to fat bodies, but I don't even have the ability to look for pinups or sexy art because its either the bimbo art..... or I have to wade through the plethora of fetish art that's humiliating and uncomfortable to look at because its objectifying and 90% of it puts more emphasis on eating and getting fat because of it, instead of like..... I dunno... just enjoying a person the way they are???

And I'm not going to shame people for having their kinks but when it's the ONLY THING AVAILABLE it really fucking sucks!!!

Fatness is nice and good and soft and lovely and I'm so sick of everyone pretending its ugly and terrible because you bought the propaganda that capitalism needs to thrive.

Gonna start saying it- if you believe in the propaganda of diet culture, exercise to lose weight culture, and that fatness is unhealthy, ugly or evil, you're a capitalist pig that's drunk the kool-aid.

[chicago-geniza]

I have been taking prescription migraine medication for 21 years. My first sumatriptan prescription can legally drink in the United States. Anyway my migraine is coming back and I am certain it's the barometric pressure but eugjgjfhfh

[thearchaicsmile]

Ancient Greek Word of the Day

μεταβολή | metabole (from μετά "concerning change" + βάλλω, "throw") — a mutation or transformation, to change from one thing to another, a state of transition

[daisywords]

as someone who was raised with a comparatively healthy mindset around food, I keep being baffled/concerned by other people’s eating practices that they’ll just drop like it’s no big deal. “I’m doing this intermittent fasting thing where I only eat one meal a day” girl if your one meal is the salad you eat every day for lunch I’m. that’s eating disorder behavior. and they talk about this stuff like it’s normal! “I’m trying out this new meal plan where—“ oh a starvation diet? You’re starving yourself?