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[izicodes]

Monday 11th March 2024

The thing I avoided so much during this project, I am facing bit by bit. Thankfully for the downloading the files part, I found a Zip creation library that would put the files into a .zip file so for the 'Download All' button you won't get a spam of popups to download 5 files in one go (my initial plan... I know, terrible idea)!!

Later today, I will complete the 'insert user's inputs and selections into the custom-made files' functionality for the download buttons = the hard part for me.

** It's not hard hard, I'm just lazy and wish it would magically get done by itself :p

For reference, this was my old personal tags extension I made 5 months ago (made a post about it). Just making it better and for other people to use~!

[shepscapades]

Had to do a little doodle of the purple panda skins >:]

[myokk]

legilimency

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

word count: 1,7k

summary: (His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

or: The Gryffindor student has caught on that Ominis can read her thoughts and decides to get her revenge.

(rated M for some language)

tags: I headcanon Ominis is a natural legilimens (I go into what I believe this entails in more detail in my Ominis longfic), fluff, some mature language, but mostly this is silly :)

a/n: It's the one-year anniversary of the day rode the train to the mountains and wrote this up in one sitting. This is the first oneshot I ever wrote, and my first attempts at writing Ominis POV🫶 I hope you enjoy, and if you’re rereading THANK YOU♥️

Ominis Gaunt is a lost case - lost to the whims of one very determined Gryffindor sitting at his side.

They sit in the back of the History of Magic classroom, the only two students not lulled to somnolence by their professor. He: trying his hardest to focus on Professor Binns' droning (easier said than done). She: trying her hardest to distract Ominis while not being entirely sure of being successful or not (easier attempted than understood).

Professor Binns is completely insufferable, of course. Ominis wonders if the ghost is as blind as he is: Binns willfully ignores the fact that all of his students use his class as an excuse to get a nap in (maybe he simply doesn't see them sleeping - only one of many reasons why Ominis has decided he could never be a professor), rambling on and on in the most boring way possible. As if he were trying to be as dull as possible (maybe he does it to avoid interacting with the students which...can't be to blame). In a different life, Ominis could see himself quite liking the subject, but as things stand he despises it.

Especially now.

Ominis fervently wishes that he��could fall asleep.

Then, he might avoid hearing her thoughts - they're consuming him and he can't ignore them as much as he would like to.

Normally, he loves this class - not the subject, obviously - but the class itself, for the sheer fact that it is the only time where he gets some peace and quiet. Everyone's minds nice and quiet and shut off for the time being while they sleep. Although he has gotten used to ignoring the thoughts of everyone around him, their various voices mixing and mingling with each other into a dull thrum in the back of his mind, it is nice to have some quiet once in a while.

But right now with everyone asleep except for the Gryffindor at his side, her thoughts are so loud it's like she's screaming at him.

So here he is, wishing he could fall asleep, leave the class, maybe turn off the infernal legilimency that has haunted him his whole life.

(His parents and Marvolo insist it's a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

He is stuck listening to her.

It doesn't help that she seems to have caught on to him - something he had managed to avoid until now. Nobody else, not even Sebastian or Anne, has ever suspected a thing. But, in all fairness, those two are extremely loud and say every single thought that passes through their minds out loud even when they should remain quiet, and nobody else has had the opportunity to spend enough time with Ominis to begin to suspect anything.

Until her.

He had to go and let that blasted girl worm her way into his life, not leaving him alone ever, always looking for excuses to talk and ask his opinion, and being so intelligent that he wanted to invite her to study with him and talk with him and...

Since it happened a few nights ago, he hasn't stopped cursing himself for that stupid offhand comment he made. They had been studying in silence in the library together, by the history books where nobody else ever ventures (thank you, Professor Binns), and he could have sworn that she asked him if he was finally going to walk her back to her common room (he blames a lack of sleep and wishful thinking for this mishap). His traitorous face had flushed and he had jumped at the chance to escort her - maybe she would let him carry her bag, or... - only to feel his whole body go cold and his stomach drop when her response wasn't what he'd expected.

A pause: then: a confused voice: 'Ominis, I didn't say anything.'

His Gryffindor wasn't stupid like Gryffindors were normally wont to be. He knew her, and he knew that after his monumental mistake, the gears in her brain were turning and he was terrified that somehow she had figured it out.

(His Gryffindor?)

She had been unusually quiet around him since then, although he bitterly noticed that she was still acting normally with everyone else. Still finding every opportunity to punch Sebastian in the shoulder and laugh with Anne, still whispering with Natsai about Merlin knows what, still...

But she had been avoiding Ominis. He couldn't stand it.

Well, avoiding him right until this stupid class, when she had to go and sit right next to him (ignoring the fact that she always sits next to him in History of Magic, that everyone already has and adheres to their unofficial seats), and he can't ignore her.

She's pretending to take studious notes, but he knows better. The scratching of her quill blending with the droning of Professor Binns' voice but not drowning out her thoughts. They float above the other noises, her voice sweet and piercing. Ominis wonders vaguely what she's actually writing, because he's positive it isn't notes.

Professor Binns looks so sexy right now with his medieval hat, talking about...whatever it is he's passionate about. I wonder if he would let me talk to him after class without floating through me like he normally does...

Ominis is determined not to react. She's obviously trying to bait him. But...what if she is attracted to Professor Binns? Is he an attractive man? At the thought, the fist that's resting on top of his desk clenches, but he works to make sure his face remains impassive. Apart from a twitch of his lips, he thinks he's been quite successful.

She: huffing and shifting in her chair, her robes rustling as she crosses her legs. He: keeping his head facing forward, steadfastly ignoring her.

She changes tactics.

Maybe she's just as insufferable as the other Gryffindors, after all.

I wonder what Ominis would say if he knew I woke up moaning today after a dream about him -

He shifts slightly in his seat, hoping that she's so busy taking notes (who's he kidding) that she won't notice his discomfort as his trousers tighten -

...the girls in my dorm have been bothering me nonstop about who I've been mooning over but I don't want them to...

His hand is in such a tight fist it's a wonder he's not breaking any fingers as he tries to remain as still as possible, but his traitorous arousal is making her thoughts harder and harder to ignore. Had he ever been able to ignore her?

...his tongue was deep inside my cunt as I screamed his name...

He feels his face heat up at the thought - where had she learned such vulgar language? - and his whole body stiffens. He's sure that she can feel the tension and warmth radiating off of him in waves but that...she...his insane little lion keeps shouting at him in the silence of the classroom. She's now stopped all pretense of taking notes and is sitting stock still.

...his cock deep inside of me as...wait...what else did I hear Garreth say to Leander that night?...um... She shifts uncomfortably, her knee grazing Ominis's as she moves to squeeze her legs together. It's all he can do to not groan and remain impassive. Oh god...I...what's that feeling? This was just supposed to get back at him for probably - maybe - reading my thoughts and I'm officially insane because how would he even be able to do that?...his ears turning red from embarrassment are so adorable and I can't stand this anymore and...

Ominis tries his hardest not to move his head in her direction. His jaw flexes. Maybe he can drown her out if he starts reciting potions ingredients, or if he focuses on what Professor Binns is saying, but even he knows its futile. He's hanging on to her every word - thought? - and his head slowly turns in her direction as she keeps going.

...does he know how much I think about him? Oh god, what if he dreams of me the same way I...

He slams the open book in front of him shut, the loud noise causing Sebastian to jerk awake and babble incoherently for a moment before slumping back over his desk, drooling and snoring lightly. Nobody else in the class seems to notice except her of course. Blissfully, she has stopped talking - thinking - and he can finally -

It's no use. He needs to get out of there. She has invaded his mind and...What if she starts up again with her filthy thoughts that are bleeding into his own and -

Did he hear me? I didn't actually think...oh god, can he hear me now? What have I done?

Ominis very slowly brings his hand over to where he knows hers is. The quill falls out of her hand and he hears a sharp intake of breath at their contact. His fingers trace her knuckles and then he slowly trails them up her arm. His fingertips are so sensitive that he could swear that he feels every thread that he passes, her skin warm and alive underneath the fabric. Then to her neck, her throat bobs and he feels her erratic heartbeat. Finally, he reaches her face. She remains very, very still as his fingers brush over her features for the first time.

He has never touched someone like this before.

Her skin is like velvet, soft everywhere he touches. Now that he knows what it feels like he's not sure he can go back to before. His fingers trace the curve of her eyebrows - he finds that her nose is straight before it flares up a tiny bit at the tip - his fingers ghost over her impossibly soft lips. He drags his thumb across her bottom lip as her tongue darts out to wet them. It's impossibly intimate and the world has melted away and it's just the two of them in that moment.

He leans forward.

"Ominis, I..." she whispers, stricken.

His hand moves to tuck some of her loose hair away from her face - does she always wear it like this? - and his lips brush against her ear. He inhales deeply, her sweet smell invading his senses. She shivers under his touch and he breathes, "I heard everything."

[koolaidashley]

An ACTUAL continuation of the Trans Masc Leo Saga cuz someone in the tags said they accidentally gaslit raph into thinking leo was cis n mikey jus forgot cuz he was little and tag was too funny not to follow up on so I sprinted to make this lol

[four-pointed-leaf]

someone tagged one of my posts w this and reading it in loop’s voice sent me into a coughing fit

[meggiscat]

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[soeurdelune]

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[loriache]

I think this little speech to Toshiro and Namari represents Kabru's backstory that has been "formed [...] into a nice little shape", like he advises Mithrun. This is a story crystallised to avoid revealing personal details and to properly convey his sincere motives and the dangers of dungeons in an easy-to-understand way.

And good for him! I just like seeing example of Kabru's powerful social skills in action. It's neat that we really see it in even the little things. Kui's really aware of how communication works, on, like, a nuts-and-bolts level, and that comes through in how we aren't just told that characters are socially adept or socially awkward. We see examples of Laois rubbing people the wrong way that don't just amount to "infodump about monsters" and we see Kabru be socially deft in ways that aren't just "compliment people" or "lie".

[bats-and-bruised]

I’m slowly spreading the dead gay wizard agenda

[stubz]

"...are human chasing games basically the human equivalent to our hunts?"

"Huh?"

"I know they say they don't hunt like us anymore but look."

"What am I looking at? younglings running around aimlessly?"

"the humans you quack."

"That's who I'm looking at. Some of them are fast ye but there's no tactic, no strategy, just mindless running."

"Focus on the adult male. The one who is paired with the youngest."

"...He's not bad I guess. The child slows him down though--Look! she's following him rather than letting him drive them towards her."

"...maybe I was wrong. Oof this hurts to watch." they suck a breath through their teeth. "So many mistakes."

"Aye, my young would've never done what she's doing."

"Oh...looks like he's giving her a thrashing."

"Scolding, not thrashing. They believe thrashing is too harsh on them given their size."

"Bah...he's leaving her. Better off without her."

.

"I don't understand why he talks to them instead of jumping at them."

"Perhaps he doesn't think he can make the jump without falling in? Or to make them more nervous, he walks slowly as he talks. Nervous prey are more reckless."

"True but by the time he runs to where it narrows they'll have made it the trees. He's losing his chance to catch them before they hide--"

"..." "..."

"Sneaky little whelp." they chuckle. "she jumped the narrow end while he distracted them."

"Aye. Can't outrun them but can be quieter than them. Not my preferred way of doing things but I respect that."

"Oh oh! Look at the others now! Look at how they talk amongst themselves. Look at how they're trying to figure out what they'll do now."

"Where will you go little ones? To the steep hills? Back to the stream? The open fields?"

"Oop, a lone runner. Bait. Ah, he holds the child back from taking it."

"...perhaps they are more like us than we thought."

"Perhaps they are more like us than they thought."

[thefallenangelsgang]

Do you know how embarrassing it is when the blorbos from your shows are a group of people from your DnD campaign?

I can't stop thinking about these people that exist only in me and a handful of other peoples' minds who are going through a story we are telling together THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER HEARD OF BECAUSE IT IS AN EXPERIENCE SHARED ONLY BETWEEN US

*gripping my head* THE VOICES-

[izicodes]

Sunday 10th March 2024

Added the 'copy tags' button to the extension. So, on the site when you enter the list of tags you use frequently in your Tumblr/social media posts, they would be grouped and made into their own copy button in the actual extension~!

I haven't gotten to adding the functionality to it yet but the design is done~!

[noapologiesbynirvana]

[storytimewithtibby]

warnings: dubcon, naga x 3rd POV, smut, fang penetration, hemipenes (is that a warning cuz like it's a snake but justin cases) word count: 3403 work - one shot

     Staring up the long length of scale and muscle, she tried very hard not to look lower. Where a bulge was becoming more pronounced, a slit she hadn’t even noticed beginning to slowly open. She could smell it now, a musky spicy scent that made her mouth water, hand lifting quickly to cover it as if he could see the inner workings. Last time she checked, staff really weren’t supposed to enter the enclosures. 

     Mostly because they didn’t want to pay out the exorbitant life insurance policy, but also because it disturbed the creature's feeling of safety. Which was laughable now, forcing herself to meet the naga’s gaze as his body undulated when he moved closer. She was actually here for the other one, the sweet one who lost her arms trying to escape the enclosure. 

     And him. 

“Listen, I was just checking in because you were-’ a pause.

     Because that had been the problem, she’d been unsure what he’d been doing with the small naga. But coils upon coils had been smashing about, and if they were finally mating it needed to be confirmed so they could start tracking the female’s body in case she managed to lay eggs. 

     No other reason, obviously.

     But he wasn’t interested in talking, at least not to her, swaying side to side as he slowly lowered himself to eye level, fingers gripping her chin and squeezing to force her jaw open farther. A chill ran down her spine watching his own mouth open, the saliva in his mouth like a slick pool that trickled out and dripped towards her own. She wanted to close her mouth, or turn her head, but with the punishing grip found that she couldn’t. 

     Her garbled plea fell on deaf ears, staring up into eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness created by the curtain fall of his hair. A low whimper escaped her when he “kissed” her, his tongue pushed into her mouth, thrusting in and out as his other hand skimmed fingertips along her throat. Down lower to run a claw over a peaked nipple, catching with the tip and she struggled not to let her knees go out from beneath her. 

     What she should be doing was pushing him away, but her muscles weren’t listening to her, weight held by his hold on her jaw. It hurt, but instead of wanting that pain to stop, she wanted more of it. Her entire body seemed to be pulsing, a thrum that started low between her legs and filled her with a heat that made her want to squirm. 

“Because I was what?’ 

     Surprised, he was well known for not talking to anyone, she licked her lips as she tried to remember the answer to his question. What had he been doing? She’d been watching the monitors, and the smaller naga in the enclosure had been tangled in his coils, her upper body shivering and wiggling as she tried to get loose. And when she had gotten free, she’d practically flown away from him, leaving the male jerking and writhing alone.

“You um, you looked like you were in pain.’ 

     The smile that curled his lips made her stomach flutter, stumbling when he released her jaw suddenly. Her feet betrayed her, and she fell backwards, heart hammering in her chest. He was much more intimidating from this angle, feeling the press of his coils against her calves to keep her in place. Which should have caused more panic than it did, not a stirring of excitement that she decided to believe was anxiety. 

“And you wanted to take pity on me?’ His voice circled above her, and that should have been for a cause for concern. But she couldn’t will herself to move. “Perhaps you wanted to help?’

     No! … No? Maybe. A coil pressed against her lower back, arching her body over it, and his claws made surprisingly easy work of the belt at her waist, tossing it and the defensive weapons aside. A part of her was screaming that she needed to do something, if she couldn’t fight then call for help. Her eyelids fluttered feeling something wet and cool slide along the curve of her breast. 

     It wasn’t until the tips of the fangs began to sink into the swell of her breast that she realized it had been his tongue. Her hips jerked when he sealed his lips around her and sucked hard, hands lifting slowly to rest on his chest feeling the shudder all along the length of him as he continued to tangle himself around her. 

“Now hol-hold on…’ 

     Later she could say she tried to stop him, feeling the constriction around her loosen for a moment. Shit, he was going to listen to her, except he didn’t. Something was prodding behind her knees, then twining around her left thigh and moving higher. A slow, heavy drag along the seam of her slacks made her cheeks flush as a low throaty hum escaped her. 

“I already am.’ He assured her, feeling another swipe between her legs and realizing it was the tip of his tail sliding along the line of her through fabric. “Mindless animal that I am, I couldn't help but capture the prey that wandered too close.’

     That would have been offensive if not for the fact that she felt very small and helpless. She should be struggling more, especially given she could feel blood trickling into her cleavage. That had to be from the bite, and the suction that had followed, wiggling as the thicker section of the tail pressed hard and scooted her farther over the coil. Her legs tried to press closed but clawed fingertips gripped and pulled them open again. 

“If I were mindless, I’d think you were terrified.’ His head lowered and she watched with wide eyes. “Others have wet their clothing too, but this…’

     Seeing his tongue flick out centimeters away from her covered core made her clench, and she wanted to kick him in the face for the way his eyes crinkled at the edges in cool humor. Amused by her, the clawed tips of his fingers slowly piercing her inner thighs before pressing his mouth to her slacks and sucked hard. 

     Her clit pulsed feeling the scrape of his fangs on either side of it, scraping the inner labia as he bit down harder with a sharp fricative noise in his throat. She needed to say something, anything, before she really got hurt. Her hips shifted, as she tried to move her legs, gasping as she felt the sharp tug at her waist before realizing what had happened. 

     The fabric tore, and the moist air settled on her skin, his hand smoothing up along her stomach to force the fabric up. Two fingers hooked the front of her bra and ripped it open with a tug that jolted her body. The relief was nice though, heels digging into the coils beneath them as he squeezed one breast in a massive hand. 

“A shame your species didn’t evolve for efficiency.’ 

     She didn’t know what that meant, thighs shivering as the tip of his tongue tickled her clit before moving lower and slowly pressing inside. The tip was slim as her pinkie finger, but the farther it pressed inside her the wider it got. Head falling back as she struggled to breathe, a short lived shriek escaped her as he tweaked the nipple sharply as if attempting to twist it off. 

“But perhaps if there’s enough lubricant from one hole it can make do for the other.’ The words were slurred, half his tongue shoved inside her cunt.

     That didn’t make any sense, but she couldn’t think of a proper reason that it didn’t, but it was hard for her to think of anything. Anything other that the slow drag of his tongue inside her, the way the forked tips of his tongue prodded and poked at the spongey bundle of nerves that made her entire body feel like ti was being playfully electrocuted.

     Getting tongue fucked by a naga had not been on any of her bingo cards, not even when she’d been studying cryptobiology and her teacher had brought in a friend of his that had spoken to the class about some of his rarer cousins who were inhumanely being housed for safety. Her attention shot back to the present feeling his tongue moving lower, circling her anus before pressing inside. 

“Wait, wait…’ 

     What the hell was he thinking, her body doing little more than shiver, unable to move her limbs. Trying to remember what species of naga he was, how long the paralytic would last. He used the same meticulous intensity to send those shockwaves through her that he’d done previously, feeling fluid dripping between her cheeks to pool on the scales at her lower back. 

     His hand shifted to her other breast, blind and fumbling, before squeezing and rolling her nipple against the side of his hand with his thumb. Had he realized that the other was too sensitive for that much attention, or was he simply being greedy. Not a clue, couldn’t bother with thinking of anything other than the gut twisting pleasure that was leaving her feel unraveled.

     It surprised her how devastating the loss was when he lifted his head and let her slide down his front. Cheeks flushing at how much fluid smeared across his chest, she closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else. And then felt something bumping against her ass cheek, actually two somethings. Finally remembering what had caused most of the class to break down into immature giggles and bawdy whispers to each other. 

     Two. There were two penises. Actually, they were called hemipenes, and she was embarrassed to feel a gush of warmth escape her at the reminder. They were normally quite girthy but not long, except what she was feeling cradling the curve of her ass was both thick and long. Letting him take hold of her wrist, she felt the precum slick head of his cock with her fingers, and wrapped them around the shaft just beneath trying to gauge the size.

“Take care of this for us.’

     A handjob? That was disappointing, feeling the coils shift beneath her, cradling her in a different way as his tongue dove between her cheeks and thrust inside her ass. Sophistication who? Her hips rocked with the aggression, hand moving slowly as it was hard to focus on anything but the cool stretch of his tongue filling her. 

     There was a slight pinch, one of his fangs had sunk in instead of scraping over the skin. Blood trickled down her ass cheek to her hip, her fingers wrapping around his cock head and squeezing. When his body shifted, thrusting the penis into her hand, she yelped in surprise  as he pulled back and the barbs that covered the cock head caught on her palm. She’d forgotten about that too, suddenly hoping this did not go the way that she’d been assuming. 

     But then she also hadn’t assumed that he’d notice her coming in the enclosure given that he was so preoccupied a moment before on the cameras. She’d also made an assumption that unlike the reasons for the warning not to enter enclosures, she’d be smarter than that. Except she hadn’t been, and to her unwarranted surprise, once he’d removed his mouth, he was absolutely forcing the head of his other cock into her spit lubricated ass. 

“You’re taking your sweet time.’ He whispered huskily, the coils along her spine shifting her. “I was attempting to be kind and let you take them one at a time.’ 

     That made sense, but apparently it was too late for that now, his body undulating as he used a hold on her wrist to line up the head of his other penis with her pussy as he lifted her leg to rest his cheek on. Which was nice, a little intimate for a first time, except then he sank his fangs into her calf as she felt his torso roll in a smooth rhythm as he forced the girthy hemipenes inside. 

     Each pull back made her see stars, the soft rasp that was becoming more and more insistent the farther inside they went. The hand that had lifted her leg slowly slid down to her hip, as the other grabbed her other thigh and began rocking in earnest. If the width hadn’t been enough to feel like she was being torn apart, the way the barbs dragged along her walls would do the trick. 

     Fluid gushed out of her with every rock of his hips, her hands desperately scrambling for purchase on his coils trying to get away. It was so much stimulation all at once that she wasn’t sure if it hurt, or felt good, or was killing her. Maybe all of them, nails finally finding purchase only to have his grip tighten and yank her closer. 

     That hadn’t been all of it? Her mind whirled realizing she hadn’t felt scales against the backs of her thighs, spine arching as her legs trembled. How much more was there? She might not even be able to take what he had to offer without dying. There’d been videos and warnings on sites she didn’t like to admit visiting, but she was seeing them in her mind’s eye. 

“Don’t play the coward now, you were so confident before.’ She turned her head to look at him, eyes wide and glassy as her brain fought against her to just shut down. “I liked that.’

     She shouldn’t like the low croon that purred out of this throat and past red glossy lips, her blood that he’d managed to keep pulling from her. Shouldn’t be feeling a familiar friction low in her belly considering every inch of her was full up and he just kept going. She whimpered when he pulled back, claws scraping skin as he yanked her back, breath leaving her in a rush as he finally managed to force his way inside. 

“You’re so warm…’ Her body bounced as he pulled his coils back then dragged her back down onto the two cocks inside her. “So fucking hot it hurts. Is that why you humans are so obsessed with coupling?’

     Was he serious? She wasn’t sure, turning her head and struggling to find a way to bite down as the pain and pleasure spun together like cotton candy. All heat and tumbling confusion, before the pain was sahrp and immediate as her body clenched around the almost too wide cocks inside her. And again, and again, she couldn’t breathe as the pleasure and pain warped together in one tantalizing sensation that kept filling a cup already over full. 

     She wasn’t even sure how long it lasted, unable to focus, unable to breathe, her body shuddering as the sensation became the only thing she could focus on. What little breath remained in her lungs left in a rush as she hit the ground with a thud, wheezing as she tucked her legs up and held herself while she tried to figure out if she was dying or not. 

     When she could take a breath without sobbing, though she wasn’t able to pinpoint why, she looked for the naga and saw no one. Her lower half was numb, but in the weird way that she couldn’t feel it until she moved and then it tingled in warning. Except she couldn’t stay there, looking around her for something to brace against and stand, there was no way she could do it unaided. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.’ A soft voice whispered, and her eyes lifted to see the pale nyanza coloured naga staring at her from the foliage. 

     All she could do was nod, and even that was an effort that she stopped after two nods. Expecting the smaller naga to leave, she started counting to ten, once, and then again before rolling onto her stomach. Mistake, huge mistake, her fingers dug into the dirt as her head spun, breath coming in ragged gasps. Something light and cool gripped her shoulder and rolled her onto her back, also a mistake feeling nausea strike like a blacksmith’s hammer. 

“Why are humans so willing to die just to appease their curiosity?’

     Coils began to wrap around her, and she began to panic, lashing out clumsily even as a startled hiss reached her ears. The last of her newly reserved energy gone, she slumped and found an irritated female face filling her vision. 

“I can’t carry you, you know.’ A sharp tsk, finally managing to drape the woman’s body across her back and making a face. “I should leave you here for someone else to come get you.’ 

     Oh god please no. But the smaller naga was already moving, albeit slowly, and the rocking gesture of her slithering made the woman want to throw up. What doctor did she know that she could go to who wouldn’t ask a veritable fuck ton of questions. Nothing about her condition screamed fun time, except maybe the semen and her own fluid that seemed to still be leaking out of her. That was a lot if she could see it on the ground as they were moving. 

“If you throw up I will leave you to drown in it.’ Came the bitter announcement, the woman realizing that she been unconsciously heaving due to the nausea. 

“Won’t.’

     When the naga huffed softly in reply, she tried not to take it personal. She remembered the small naga’s file. Just like the larger male she was one of the few, if not the last of her species. But scientists had found out that the two could be compatible it might just take a while. Except the male had not been happy about that at all, and had attacked the smaller naga who had still been dazed from the narcotics used to sedate her. 

     They’d tried to get her out, to try again another day, but he’d put a stop to that with such a vicious finality that most weren’t even brave enough to send in his preferred prey to this day. And she had stupidly crept in to watch him jerk off, which she was now willing to admit since so much more than that had happened. 

“You’re getting my scales all sticky!’ The frustration was clear in the naga’s tone, being unceremoniously shrugged off near one of the “hidden” entryways. “It’s not even shedding season so I can’t just- Ugh! Leave.’

     Absolutely, mumbling an offer to turn on the special bathing area usually reserved for aforementioned shedding season to assist the female with the process. Since the lack of arms was very much their fault, and some of the people had felt bad about it. 

     Not the scientists. 

     No, they were still harbouring some ridiculous belief that the male would take pity on the maimed creature and they’d fall in love or lust. Too many harlequin romance novels, the woman was sure of it. Finally escaping the enclosure and kicking the door closed behind her. 

     She was never going to go into an enclosure again, slowly pushing herself to sit with her back supported by the wall. Never, never, never. Tugging off her shirt to put over her lap, the undershirt bearing what could be considered a distressed key hole over her chest, she fell asleep. No one used this entrance anyway because it was too close to where the male naga preferred to rest draped across the sturdy limbs of the tree just nearby. But she’d gotten the worst of it, there wasn’t like he could do anything else now that she was out. 

     There was a tap at the door, swinging ajar before she could move away or answer herself. Fabric was shoved through the partially open door by a familiar red ochre coloured hand, her heart hammering in her chest. But that was all, the door closing with a sharp click after being yanked sharply. 

     It was a little rude that he’d bothered to gather all of it up and return it, as if any memorabilia was disgusting to him. The pants were definitely ruined, but the underwear might still be ok- The clothes were saturated, sticky, and she felt a flash of further indignation pass through her. 

     What a prick.

a/n - my dash is half DC half monster fking with a dash of Bucky Barnes. been a while since I wrote vague 3rd POV

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[jelliannn]

LEARNING HOW TO WORK MS PAINT JUST TO PAINT PAINTER?? THAT’S WILD WHO WOULD EVER DO THA

[koolaidashley]

Whoever tagged my last post with this idea. Yeah. I got it. I love it.

Ramdom doodles for now cuz I’m tired but I like this idea so I may swing back to it….. havoc wreaked in my brain by th tagged

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