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wangxianslillotus · 2 years

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Don't you love when the human touches the dragon disguised in a human body and he can feel or see the tiny scales right at the nape or in their arms or their stomach and they go "Oh... you're beautiful," or are you normal.

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orangejuicetoast42 · 2 years

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The witch scoffed at her explanation. “So what, you did it out of pity? Like I’m someone who needs your help?”

Now that struck a chord with Luz. She may have not known exactly why she felt the need to approach the witch, but she at least knew that was not the reason. She knew what pity felt like and she would eat twenty bowls of that grey slop before she cast pity on someone else.

“Not a chance.”

The witch looked back at Luz as the human’s intonation had suddenly dropped to something similar to a low growl.

While partaking in one of Eda's "magic lessons", Luz stumbles upon a girl who is at the end of her rope, and a cliff but that's not important. What is important is the chaos that ensues upon the discovery that the infestation at Hexside wasn't properly handled.

#scales au #toh #the owl house #fanfic #it's back baby #and it's really long

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sweeneydino · 2 months

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Soft Leather.

Back at it with the babies, with leatherhead since our traumatized doctor needs more love.

You know, testing their new toy for them is meaningless when they find a new gym to climb.

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barblaz-arts · 6 months

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Bianca: Oh god, Wednesday Jr. has been glaring at me for five minutes now. These four years are gonna make me shed scales--

Vega: She's the coolest person ever--

#wednesday netflix #next gen nevermore au #bianca barclay #wenclair #vega addams #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #my art #this has been a wip for a long time #put at the back burner cuz i was never happy with how i drerw biancas scales til now

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malacandrax · 6 days

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Holding your kidstarion au to my chest and bawling my eyes out 😭😭 this is so beautiful and comforting, thank you

thank you so much!!! Here are some teeny tinies

#kidstarion au #kidstarion #i was mucking abt on drawpile+also clip on a mini scale lol #astarion

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nightlocked-in · 24 days

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“peeta is bisexual” you guys are losing the vision. peeta isn’t even straight. katniss INVENTED sexuality for him. whatever katniss identifies as, he’s like “yeah, i’ll take that one” no questions asked

#katnissexual #i’m joking btw #and i agree with yall #he says you’ve ruined all other women for me #yeah twink we know #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #thg #nightlocked-in #everlark #peeta mellark #hunger games headcanon #hunger games incorrect quotes #thg incorrect quotes #bisexual peeta #peeta what’s your sexuality?#idk #what do u mean u don’t know #i’ve never thought about it #well i mean… do you like guys? do u like girls?#he thinks for a second…. girl #just one #katniss he says #i’m convinced in modern au’s when he’s dating someone else he just pictures katniss when fucking and then feels horribly guilty for it later #peeta why don’t you look at me during sex?#huh? oh glimmer uh… i just get distracted by how uh… good it feels. yeah that haha #katniss was his first love in every thing and not only was she his first love she was his ONLY love #so he’s never even considered being attracted to girls besides her #so when he tries to date he finds girls that are objectively attractive but on a scale of 1 to katniss they are still 1’s to him #and that never stops being a problem

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ronkoza · 9 months

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more merfolk au

Tor belongs to @littleulvar

#original character #arne #tor #merfolk au #krowy morskie #tor is such a majestic fish #that arne can't handle #and he can spend whole day at the coast watching the sea and hoping tor will appear #and no matter what time is it arne is always hypnotized by tor's scales and how they change its colors depends on light

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naffeclipse · 3 months

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Cold Scales

Naga!Moon x Reader. Sickness.

The first sign of your fever hits you with a pulse of heat. You brushed it aside, believing the sun had been beating on you too long, and the jungle warmth was simmering your blood. Sun leads you to the cave come nightfall. The buzz of mosquitoes fills the air with a menacing hum.

Sun has always been warm to you, even when he told you that you are warmer. His melting yellow and golden jewel tone scales, his cornflower blue eyes, wide and endearing, fit alongside the heavy humidity in the afternoons. The small scarlet markings on his throat and hips are metal-red hot, too. He always kept you warm.

Moon is cool. You’re not sure if that’s due to the cold tones of his scales, gray-blue on his belly and along his arms, and deeper into midnight blue along his back and on top of his hood. He hides in the darkness after sunset. His red eyes, even darker still, only flash once it’s too late for his prey. You’ve seen how fast he strikes—before, when you were acting foolish and trying to escape their aid, and after, when you watched him and Sun hunt a meal.

You slip out of Sun’s embrace. His arms fall away, lethargic from the day you both put your energy into scavenging for berries and nuts and small mammals. A soft hiss leaves his lips. You wait a moment to ensure he doesn’t stir, though his coils unconsciously tense, searching for the little human he was holding.

Sun had mentioned you felt warmer than usual, but you convinced him you were only tired and worn out from the hot day. Still, he frowned when you laid down beside him on the cool cave floor.

The fever pulses deep within you. You feel it burn across your forehead with a ripple of sweat. Staggering out of the cave, what strength you have is quickly sapped by whatever attacks your body. You need less heat. You need to be cold and imagine gulping down icy water to soothe the dryness infecting your throat.

A small trail that’s been trampled by your feet and the width of snake tails leads you through the trees. Even in the dark, under the delirium of a fever, you find the edge of the glinting water reflecting the canopy of thick verdant leaves overhead.

You kneel, almost collapsing forward before you manage to catch yourself with both hands splashing into the pebble-bottom stream. The heavy breaths in your chest heave in and out. You sigh and tell yourself you’re being a baby—one little fever, and you’re struggling to concentrate on the water before you.

In the reflection of the stream, you catch two red eyes glowing above you, leaning out of a tree to survey your feeble attempts to quench your burning thirst. A hood of midnight and diamond yellow stars surround the visage.

“It’s nothing, Moon,” you whisper to the water. Slowly, you cup your hand and carefully bring it to your lips. The crisp coldness douses your heated lips, filling your mouth with a jolt due to the sharp contrast of cold and fire within you. When you swallow, you shiver.

The softest rustle echoes. A few branches quiver, then, you feel his presence behind you, cool as a tree’s shadow.

A large, blue-gray hand snakes around your forehead. Knuckles press against your temple, and you sigh in relief at his blissful, fresh touch.

“Fever,” Moon rasps, carrying the end of the word with a soft hiss of disdain, as if saying it with a curse will make it no longer reality.

“I just need a drink.” You cup your hand in the lazy flow of water again. “I’m fine.”

“Too warm,” he says when you greedily gulp another mouthful.

Water spills cut down the corners of your mouth. He presses closer to you. His thumb smoothly wipes away the drips falling off of your chin, then he shifts. Your mauve shirt with the sleeves cut off allows his frosty arms to offer a barrier against the next wave of heat crashing against you. He’s never felt so cold before—or have you never felt this feverish before?

“It’ll go away.”

You try to get to your feet but Moon’s hand on your waistline stops you from rising.

“Come here,” he rasps. “Let me see you, orchid.”

You would have given him a look at the pet name, but you don’t have the strength to muster the effort. He eases you back against his chest. His palms slide and cup your shoulders, his sharp fingertips slipping slightly under the frayed edges of your shirt and resting on the end of your collarbone. Is that a shiver from the elicit touch or sickly chills beginning to take hold?

“You’re flushed,” he hisses softly. A slight slip of his tongue, forked at the end, peeks out of his mouth as he leans closer. You moan unwittingly at his cool, flat cheek pressed against your clammy face.

“It was hot today.”

“You’re sick,” he decides.

This time, you groan out of refusal rather than relief.

“I’m not sick.” You slowly shift, managing to get to your knees to face him. The fever forces your shoulders down. You bow under the exhaustion taking hold.

Moon hisses in an amusement yet concerned note. His long tail drapes behind him, cutting across the ground like the connections of a constellation. It’s black in this lowlight, but in the day, when he sleepily shows himself, you’ve caught the iridescent indigo and jeweled blue tones of his beautiful scales.

“If you keep denying it, I will take drastic actions. Do you want that, orchid?” his tone lowers to a menacing threat, all dark cords and hisses, but you’ve learned to tune your senses to his hands and expression. He looks only at you, a slight frown playing along his wide mouth. His eyes are narrowed, displeased with your condition.

“No,” you shake your head, “You and Sun are so dramatic.”

“Says the stubborn flower,” he touches your cheek. You nearly collapse into his palm. The rasp of his laugh stings your pride as much as it soothes your aching chest.

“I’m not a flower,” you mutter as you feel his arms lower slightly, coaxing your hands over his shoulders. He rises higher on his tail, lifting your feet off the ground without effort, and you slump over his shoulder, little more than a child being carried to bed. Moon hums a low, hypnotic sound (that you’re sure is part of his allure, his power).

“Of course not,” he gives with amused demean.

You work up a growl at your throat that sounds weak even to your own ears. Moon shushes you with a soft stroke of his claws against your spine. The shudder that follows through your body is both cold and hot, and you hate that he silences you so simply, and that you like how he strikes back against your harshness.

“Easy, easy,” he murmurs as if calming a tiger. You want to snarl at him again but the brief spark is quickly smothered under an internal infernal cooking your core.

No one agitates you and reassures you as much as Moon.

He glides across the ground to his tree—it’s wide and high, thick with strong boughs and leafy but not too leafy. A perfect tree for a naga. Moon tends to lounge up there when he wants to escape the shadows of the cave you usually make your bed in. You wonder how he intends to hold you through the night up in its verdant limbs, but Moon hooks a hand behind your head and lowers you softly to the cool, moist ground at the base of the trunk.

“Moon?” For a piercing moment, you’re afraid. You refuse to let go of his arm as he draws away. Where is he going?

“Hold still,” he gently hisses.

You let go. You wait for him.

Slowly, his coils gather, curving in loops close to you. He draws himself around you, his long body following. The darkness shimmers. He takes you into his arms once more and guides you to his chest where he fully embraces you. The end of his tail drapes across your waist, sealing you within a deliciously cool embrace of the naga’s scales.

“Shush,” he says when you groan, soaking in his invigorating presence. “Sleep, orchid.”

You almost tell him that you can’t, or that you won’t, but the comfortable weight of his body surrounding you, the chill of his arms against your burning skin, and the soft tuck of his chin upon your sweaty head chases away the last of your resistance. You might have pressed back—saying you don’t need his help, but it’s hard to resist the frost-gentle relief of his presence. It’s hard to be stubborn when he feels so good.

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs against your hair. “You’ll feel better soon.”

The sweet caresses of his cool touch across your forehead eases your ache. Against your will, your eyelids flutter. He hums low, a lullaby you can’t name, and it soothes you gently into a dreamless sleep, comforted by a cool cradle of scales and songs.

#i'm burning up with a fever as we speak #i wrote this at like 1 am #because of the fever #if there are any mistakes no you don't see them #cold scales #naga au #naga!moon #moon x reader #naff writing #i'll add this to ao3 later #when i have more energy

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ohno-the-sun · 2 months

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Poor Sun

#sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #moondrop #mad scientist au #my art #also fyi sun is most likely fully in his late 30s- 40s in this au #like it takes awhile to get ur phd and then get your own lab #Pfppft he truly is a full grown man asking for cuddles #moon is baby #it’s so funny if I were to make a scale of the ages of my sun and moons in different aus #mad scientist au sun and moon would be at the two opposite extremes

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shriika · 2 months

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Lilich sister portrait

#part of my bold AU where the kains actually hang up family portraits and not strange art they think is cool #aglaya lilich #nina kaina #pathologic #мор утопия #guests to the crucible would probably assume this is a mother daughter portrait...#except if it actually was nina and maria victor would have had that shit blown up to 200cm and framed in gold. trust.#u can tell i gave up on the second one but its like. for scale mostly shhhh #shriikadraws

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teaableu · 3 months

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It's Electric Music Dance's grand entrance

@tmntaucompetition

Did this before class so it's a bit messy

Edit: One's entrance :)

#rottmnt separated au #even more of a disaster twins au #emd au #nobody's to scale cause i was tired but thats okay #i havent settled on a consistent way to draw raph yet

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sunny-inajar · 3 days

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YYYAAAAAARGH ITS MERMAY REDESIGN TIME PALS 💥💥💥

sooo if any of you guys know my Scales and Snatchers story, its being completely revamped like getting a full makeover :3 first things first the mers are looking a little different of course (and eclipse is now much more like his canon self because i love that boy <3), and the story will be wayy different. i can't wait to start working on it again :3

alt vers + refs of the boys under the cut!!

#sunny scribbles #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #dca fandom #dca mer au #scales and snatchers au #mermay 2024 #mer sun #mer moon #mer eclipse

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sweeneydino · 3 months

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Part 3! Little orange loves copying his brothers. Unfortunately...

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#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #art #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #crossover #tmnt crossover #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2003 donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt turtle tots #turtle tot mikey #tmnt turtle tots #turtle tots #paper scales au #little dragons au #sketch #tmnt comic #comic

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things-stronger-than-fear · 4 months

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literally in another universe snowbairdplinth could've been THE revolution. they wouldn't even really need any allies, lbr.

like, between coryo's cunning, sej's conscience, and lucy gray's charisma? the snow name, the plinth fortune, the baird d12 but neither district nor capitol pedigree?

coryo could've actually been like, panem's first 20-year-old president, who outlaws the hunger games and who the districts still listen to because he has sej and lucy gray on side. and yeah maybe coryo still kills a bunch of people but like whatever, no one really bats an eye -- who's gonna mourn gaul, anyways? no one in the districts, that's for sure. even if gaul didn't suck ass they'd be busy with cool covey music and awesome new legislation.

in a better universe i am 100% certain snowbairdplinth could've managed a fairly bloodless revolution, six decades early.

#they're all idiots in canon but if they listened to each other?#if coryo opened up to the idea that control could be achieved through means other than brutality?#if sej started thinking through his rebellious plots for more than five minutes and used his money to affect large-scale change?#if lucy gray willingly inserted herself into politics for the good of the nation?#ugh we could've had it allllllLLLLL #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #snowbaird #snowjanus #snowbairdplinth #snowjanusbaird #<- idk what the proper ship name is T-T #at this point i'm gonna start tagging all my bullshit aus with #fuck coriolanus' canon asshattery

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radiance1 · 5 months

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A castle mysteriously appears in Gotham one night.

Nobody who noticed it knows where it came from, nor how it got there as it seemingly appeared overnight. It wasn't anything big, as far as castle's were concerned, it seemed to be on the smaller side of things.

However, no one could truly estimate it's actual size. For there seemed to be an ever-present fog that never seemed to stray past the castle's gates.

Just like the fog, you always seemed to hear the cawing of crows and the flapping of bats whenever you step close enough. Yet their visibility was kept hidden in the fog.

Appearances aside, there did seem to be something... off, about the castle and not just because it appeared from thin air, no. It seemed to have a distinct aura of something... other.

No one knew how to explain it, but they could tell there was nothing natural about it. There was something fundamentally wrong with the castle, it wasn't the way it appeared out of nowhere, nor it's appearance.

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When Sam finally became an adult, she didn't have to think twice about moving out. It was a bit difficult, with her parents not wanting to let her go just yet, but her grandmother managed to persuade them, thankfully.

When she was younger, Sam had always dreamed of owning a castle. Though its appearance did change in her mind when she grew older, from pretty and pink to one of darker colors and crows, which is why she never got one when she was younger, she realized.

But now that she was an adult, what was stopping her?

Nothing, that's what.

So, Sam buys one that matches her tastes and moves in. There was a lot of space, far more than she really ever thought about and now had to find a use for.

Magic.

Was something that enthralled Sam ever since she was young, that and the occult as a whole. So, for a few months after moving did she try and get her hands on things like magical tomes, items, scripts and learn it.

Surprisingly, she was strongly successful in her attempts of learning magic. It was surprising to be sure, but now that she compares it to the portal to the afterlife, having a half dead friend and having hunted down ghosts, she realizes that magic wouldn't be that much farfetched in the equation.

A fair bit of her time now was spent covering her castle in wards, sigils, and runes, ones that would strengthen themselves over time, various protection wards and multiple others that she found useful. Most of them were ones that she found through text, though others were ones she personally made.

After she finished the entirety of the castle, she studied thoroughly to gain more knowledge and power for herself, she even made a few spells of her own along with various potions. Unfortunately, she was interrupted in her studies by various other witches, because apparently having such a powerful fledgling witch on her lonesome was too tempting of an offer to pass up for the nearby covens.

So she had to... move, before they tried to force her to join them. As for how, well, she moved her entire castle! What better way to refuse, really?

Unfortunately, it was her first time using such large-scale teleportation magic and she messed it up. Not that her calculations on where the castle was supposed to be were wrong, but while in the midst of moving through space she was... thrown off kilter.

She didn't even know how or what caused her to mess up. But her castle both was and wasn't where she wanted it to be. Her original destination was coordinates near Amity Park, and while they were on said coordinates.

This wasn't Amity Park.

To say she worried was an understatement. She scrambled to find something about where she ended up, and realized not only was she thrown off kilter, but she was also thrown off so badly that she ended up in an entirely different dimension. Luckily, she managed to make the philosopher's stone.

To say making it was easy would be wrong, for even she didn't know how she created it. It was by accident and for a while she didn't even know she had made it, when she had and tried to do something with it the stone had, uh, well.

It fused into her skin.

It had placed itself right over her face, on her chest, and it granted her immortality it seemed. Though that wasn't the effect she was currently thankful for no, the effect of making gold would be valuable to her, she wouldn't have the Manson wealth, but she could at the very least sustain herself.

For now, though, she did have her studies to get back to.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #I remembered about my old au somewhere in the Batpham discord #I think it was called Hecate's castle or something?#But that had a hand in this post #Sam is a powerful witch and that attracted the gazes of various covens #So she just took her castle and left #Unfortunately something through off what was otherwise a successful large scale teleportation #And Sam ended up in the DC universe in Gotham #She also made the philosopher's stone but that one was more on accident than anything purposeful #Like she cannot replicate what she did to make it at all #If I see ghost king Danny in this post I will riot.#This is Sam-centric #We don't need that ghost twink in here #Sorry that was mean ily Danny #Not when your ghost king tho downgrade to a prince or non royalty and then we'll talk #AHEM #Anyways #I was thinking of how Sam could be called Hecate here but ahhhh #We'll see about that in the future lol #Wow this is a lot of tags #Anyways I shall stop now

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nina-scribbles · 21 days

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Finally done with this piece for my 🪐🛸Space Au🚀🌌 !!!

+ some bonus closeups on details i really liked 💕

#so pleased with how this came out #nina-scribbles #bnha fanart #mha #mha fanart #Togas scales were SO annoying but they turned out really nice #also my au means “UA” stands for “United Aerospace” (bc theyre space explorers?? get it??? :D )#also peep Toga's literal SPACE BUNS and the little stars forming a circle around her head to match Uraraka's helmet <3 #theyre so cute sdhkgsdfkj #togachako #togachako fanart #boku no hero fanart #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #click for full quality bc holy smokes does tumblr squash images to hell #did i hand draw all the stars in the background?? yes. is it totally barely visible?? also yes. art is suffering ig xD #toga x ochako #mha toga #toga himiko #togachaco fanart #league of villains #mha uraraka #uraraka ochacho #bnha uraraka #lov fanart #mha art #no pose references we die painful and preventable deaths o7 #i've had a couple of ideas for other designs; most notably Astronaut! Deku and Spaceship Captian! Eraserhead #and a misty space/galaxy-monster Kurogiri :P #bc this au will NOT LEAVE ME ALONE

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