#judgment snake

[zinniajones]

Merry Snakemas 🐍🎄🎅

[kc5rings]

I just had an is4 run with Tulip and. I Understand Now

Now You See

Be sure to go check out her file and voice lines too :3

[red-eft]

blelele....... whats this

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

What would Yves react if his darling is like that psychologist from rick and morty, like she is calm, level headed and always ask him if he is comfortable or okay and lets him talk about jis feelings with out a hint of judgement, even though she knew what kind of person he is

You can psychoanalyze him all you want, but he will not budge. At most, he will just smile and let you keep talking. Yves adores that you're concerned about his feelings and judge nothing of him, but he thinks you wouldn't understand. Or you couldn't handle what he has to say.

You can hear him talk, but it's all fluff and no substance. He reroutes the conversation back to you effortlessly no matter how many years of experience you have. You could deconstruct his personality calmly and lovingly, yet his ego wouldn't be threatened, Yves already knows that about himself. He's just nodding to you reiterating what he discovered decades ago.

Yves is a tough one to crack because there is nothing to crack. You're simply barking up the wrong tree, if you ever want to know his entire life story, you will need to access his vault. Which is close to impossible unless he deems that you must witness it. But that is reserved for the most tolerant of shock, the most unsound of minds. Yves doesn't need a therapist. He knows what he is feeling and he knows how to fully control his emotions. He isn't lost, confused, anxious, or in need of a listening ear. Yves has his eyes on the prize at all times and his mind is clear.

So in the sense of vulnerability, Yves isn't human. If he isn't comfortable about something, he will let you know. He doesn't need anyone to give him permission to complain.

Yves would really rather talk about you instead.

[noyzinerd]

HAPPY YEAR OF THE BUNNY TEETH!

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year: Year Of The Rabbit. The Year Of The Binbun signifies a year of hope and longevity and good luck and (like all the Eastern zodiacs) happens every twelve years.

And you know who ironically was born on the year of the bun? (1987)

People born in the Year of the Rabbit are said to be very affectionate people that have soft and tender personality traits. They are also said to keep a modest attitude, maintain a pleasant relationship to people around, will not be irritated easily, and avoid quarrels as much as possible.

But also just look at his happy little teefers 🐰🤓

[hound-bound]

"Food, when?"

[zaddyazula]

trying to process this fucking masterpiece

[zero-zoxx-international]

Das Urteil des Paris (nach Renoir), The Judgment of Paris (after Renoir), 1984 by J.G.Wind

[sjwallin]

Revised artwork — Futility & Karma …representing the 7 of swords (Futility) and the Major Arcana Judgment (Karma, here portrayed as the wings of Ma’at ). These are my Destiny Card and Birth Card respectively.

(This’ll be my next tattoo!) 🥰

[goldkirk]

Things I’ve been remembering little me loving and wanting:

• to meet bats and be friends with them

• a pet skunk

• a pet snake

• another pet snake but a big one this time

• to meet a tarantula and pet it even though she probably would still not one one as a pet afterwards

• to play with a flying squirrel

• to swim in the lake with the others

• to be an artist

• to learn to play the drums

• to learn rock bands and songs like my cousins

• to learn roller skate tricks

• to be an aerial silk person

• to learn to do flips

• Heelys

• a dog

• to see cities

• to read the Forbidden Knowledge

• alcohol markers just for my very own

• to walk down the driveway unsupervised and even walk around the block alone too for the first time ever

• yet another pet snake, this time ✨feisty✨

• to save spiders

• video games

• a two piece swim suit

• a pet rat

• short hair

• pierced ears

• carnivorous plants

• one of those singing wall-mounted animatronic fish that plays Bob Marley

[zinniajones]

We have a snake altar where we bring jewels and tributes to the snake. Merry Snakemas! 🐍🎄

[l-wannabe-miraculous-l]

Snake!Grace Harper: Snakeskin

This one was done a while back so it's a little wonky.

Click on image for better picture

The pattern of her suit closely follows some of the lines of her scarring. I figured the snakes ability would work best with her own physical limitations.

Though her own brash nature would put her at odds with Sass and the lay in wait approach of the miraculous.

[ecoamerica]

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[tj-crochets]

Octopus friend here!!

(The one who thought the Frogs were octopi, changed my user since then soo whoop)

And eheh!! A question for you as the distraction post requests,

How come objects sometimes look like they have faces?

Hello frogtopus friend!! Why objects sometimes look like they have faces, as explained to a four year old: Our brains are like really really complex machines. They are doing all kinds of things in the background as we walk around and [list one or two things the kid likes doing or is currently doing]. Without thinking about it, you're breathing in and out, and blinking, and your body is turning your food into energy. How cool is that! So many things you don't have to tell your body to do, it just does them automatically. One of those things that humans are really really good at doing automatically is recognizing patterns, and one of the patterns we are best at recognizing is faces. I think it's because if we were out in the forest (or in whatever fantasy setting of a show/book the kid likes), and there were lions or tigers or monsters out to get us*, noticing them before they could pounce would help keep us safe. And there are lots of different kinds of animals, that are different colors and sizes and everything, but you know what they all have? Faces! Every animal we might see on land has a face, and most of the animals in the sea have faces too! Do you know any animals that don't have faces? (maybe talk about jellyfish and starfish and animals** like that). Nowadays, we spend less time worrying about lions and tigers and monsters, but that automatic face recognition is still in our brains, so we still notice faces. We're just more likely to see them on trees or stains on the ground or in the clouds. Why do you think we see faces on things? (talk for a while about their ideas) Let's see who can find the most faces in the house/yard/room! Ready, set, go! Let's find some faces! *unless you live somewhere where large carnivores hunting children is a legitimate concern, maybe do not tell toddler that the hypothetical lions are trying to kill or eat them. Depending on the kid, that could be fine, or it could give them nightmares and make them scared to go outside (not as dramatic, but I accidentally had the toddler I babysat super afraid of snakes for a few days and he wouldn't go in the part of his yard with tall grass. We did live somewhere with a lot of rattlesnakes, though, so it was important that he knew that there were dangerous snakes and what to watch out for so he wouldn't *run towards a snake* again)

**idk where the line is between "animal" and "not animal" or where jellyfish fall but I do not think that's a line a four year old is likely to know a lot about or care about

[calmlythrilling]

...Hm. Wouldn't you like to know?

[bristolchurch]

Unveiling the Symbolism of the Ambulance's Serpent on a Pole

In the midst of our everyday experiences, there are often hidden messages waiting to be uncovered. Take, for example, the seemingly ordinary symbol of an ambulance—a serpent wrapped around a pole. Beyond its mundane appearance lies a profound biblical reference that illuminates our understanding of God’s mercy and judgment. In the ancient narrative of Exodus, as the Israelites journeyed from…

[rafesfavgirl]

covered in you — r. cameron

part 1. this isn’t technically a part 2, but definitely could be, so take it how you want it ;) enjoyyyyy

❝ oh, i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland my house of stone, your ivy grows and now i'm covered in you ❞

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

context: for the first time since you and jj broke up (you found out he was cheating on you with kie), you go out to a party on figure eight, where a certain blond kook finds you.

words: 1.3k+

warnings: definitely +18. mdni. revenge sex (i don't condone… unless it's with rafe ofc), p in v sex, praise kink, hair pulling, fingering, slight spanking, SMUT with little to no plot

"well, well, who do we have here?" you hear a familiar drawl while sitting at the egde of some kook's pool wearing only your bikini, your feet hanging in the water.

you tilt your head up and roll your eyes, going back to sipping on your drink.

he chuckles at your choice to ignore him. "y/n y/l/n," your name leaves his mouth as he moves to sit beside you. "what brings you to this side of the island?"

"what's it to you, cameron?" you ask, turning your head towards him.

"no reason," he shrugs, sipping on his own drink. "just figured you'd be busy with that loser pogue boyfriend of yours."

"well… not that it's any of your business, but we broke up two weeks ago," you tell him.

you weren't really sure why you did, but it must've had something to do with the alcohol currently running through your system.

a snicker falls from his lips. "oh, shit."

"i'm so glad you find that amusing," you say.

"no, no, it's not that," he stops laughing, now locking your eyes with his. "it's just…"

"what?"

"you are so out of maybank's league," he says. "i'm surprised you even gave him a chance."

"you really think so?" you ask, the alcohol clouding your judgment. "pogue status and all?"

had he always been so sweet?

"oh yeah," he nods. "guy's a fucking idiot."

your eyes trail over his face, half-expecting him to be joking, before trailing down the rest of him from his broad shoulders to his sculpted arms, his strong chest, and finally, his defined abs.

fuck. were you seriously hot for rafe cameron right now?

the vodka taking over you, your next few words catch him by surprise. "you wanna get out of here?"

a smirk playing at his lips, he stands up and holds a hand out to you. "come on," he nods his head to the side. "my truck's outside."

—

"god, maybank fucked up," rafe says between kisses, his hands trailing all over your body as you grinded your hips against his.

you let out a giggle and throw your head back, your hands tugging on his hair as he sucks softly on your neck.

"you got a condom?" you ask, your fingers tangling through his hair.

he reaches towards the center console, and opens it, pulling out a small blue wrapper. "right here," he pulls his lips away from you and holds the condom up between you, a smirk on his lips. "get in the back."

you happily oblige and move from his lap to go between the two front seats, over the console and into the backseat.

rafe quickly hops out of the car and opens the passenger seat to join you, closing and locking it behind him.

"fuckkkk baby," he says, his eyes glazing over your bikini body from the way the small fabric of your triangular top clung to your breasts, to your exposed stomach, and finally, the spot between your legs, which was desperately aching for his touch.

"shut up and kiss me," you snake a hand behind his neck to pull him in for a passionate kiss, his mouth parting to give your tongue access to dance with his.

his hand trails up your thigh, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as he stops by your hip and fingers the tie of your bikini bottom.

he slowly unties the string while you untie the other and lift your hips slightly to let him rip them off your body.

"shitttt y/n," he drawls against you, a finger swiping up your soaked cunt. "you're so wet."

"mhm," you nod, fingers gripping at his hair.

his thumb begins rubbing small circles on your clit, eliciting a small moan from your mouth.

he smirks against your lips. "you like that baby?"

"more…" you moan. "rafe…" kiss. "please."

he slips a finger into you, your mouth dropping open when he curls it inside you.

"say my name again, doll," he says, his lips connecting to your neck as you tilt you head back in pleasure.

he adds another finger, and begins slipping them in and out of you, the sound of your squelching juices filling the truck.

"rafe— fuck," you moan, closing your eyes. "just like that."

he continues at a slow pace before picking up the speed, his thumb working relentlessly on your clit. your orgasm begins to build in your core, one hand gripping tightly onto his shoulder as you feel yourself get closer and closer.

it's not long before your body is trembling and you come undone on his fingers, a deep chuckle emerging from his lips.

"damn baby," he smirks at your state and brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck your juices off of them. "you're sweet."

panting and coming down from your high, you let your back rest back against the seat, facing forward. "give me a second."

"oh, no, no, no," he tuts, leaning his head in towards your ear, as his hand reaches down to rid his bottom half of his shorts. his teeth grazes your ear in a nibble, causing you to tilt your head against him, while he opens the condom wrapper and slips it onto his long, hard cock. "i still need to see you ride me, pretty girl."

his arm snakes around your waist, grabbing your hip to swing your leg over him, putting you in a straddling position, your eyes only focused on him.

he looks down between the two of you, and positions his cock at your center, a moan escaping your lips at the slight contact.

slowly, but surely, he presses your hips down against him, every inch of his dick filling you up.

"fuckkk, you're so tight," he groans, throwing his head back on the seat as you lean down to pepper kisses on his neck.

"that feel good?" you ask, slowly beginning to bounce your ass on him. 

up. down. up. down.

"so so good," he says, a hand trailing up your back to tangle into your hair.

his other hand keeps you steady, his cock slipping in and out of you at a good pace.

"pull my hair," you whisper against his neck, and he does—tugging on your hair and making your head tilt back.

that elevates the pleasure and you begin bouncing faster on him, his hand gripping your ass tightly.

"just like that, baby," he groans, looking down to see himself going in and out of you. "just like that."

when you begin to slow down again, your thighs wanting to give up, he pulls you off of him. "turn around."

you do as your told, the alcohol and pleasure mixing together as you push your ass up in the air and lay your head against the seat.

"this is mine, now," he smacks your ass as you do, and repositions himself behind you, one knee on the seat as he aligns his dick with your cunt again. "you got that?"

he pushes into you without warning and leans his body down against yours. "who's ass is this?" he lays another smack on it, and you just know there's a red mark on it now.

"yours, rafe," you moan, as he begins ramming into you.

"that's right, pretty girl," a hand slips under you and grabs one of your tits, the fabric of your bikini top moving to the side as he twirls a finger around your hard nipple.

"so so good, rafe," you mewl, making him fuck you faster at the sound of you moaning his name.

another orgasm begins to build up inside you, every thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"yes, rafe," you moan. "keep going."

he does just that, sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass ringing loud and clear.

"cum with me, doll," he whispers against your ear, as you reach your high.

he follows soon after you, his body falling limp against yours as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

"we're definitely doing this again."

since i couldn't help myself, here's part 2/3.

safe to say i'm never listening to this song the same way again. reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated <33

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[ecoamerica]

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