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yoga-onion · 2 months

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Legends of the humanoids

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Naga – Half-human, half-serpent divinities living in the underworld (Patala)

Name of a Hindu deity. Translated from Chinese as 'dragon', but originally refers to a snake, especially a cobra, as opposed to a Chinese dragon. It is assumed that snake worship already existed in the Indus civilisation. The Aryans gradually accepted the ancient worship of the snake-god and came to regard it as one of the demigods.

In Hindu literature, the Nagas, or snake people, are said to dwell in the subterranean world called Pātāla. Vāsuki and other dragon kings rule that world. At the lowest level of Pātāla dwells the primordial serpent (Shesha) Ananta, whose head supports the weight of the whole world. Nagas often appear in literary works in human form, and the dragon's daughter was described as having a very beautiful appearance.

Nagas are often mentioned in Buddhist scriptures and are one of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon. Mahoraga, also belonging to the Eight Divisions, refers to giant serpents, but seems to refer to pythons and other serpents. In Nagaland, near the Myanmar border, there is a tribe called the Naga people, who claim to be descendants of the Naga and have preserved their own customs.

The Naga is worshipped in various Asian religious traditions and rituals dedicated to this supernatural being have been practised throughout South Asia for at least 2,000 years. They are principally depicted in three forms: as entirely human with snakes on the heads and necks, as common serpents, or as half-human, half-snake beings in Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism.

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ナーガ〜冥界 (ﾊﾟｰﾀｰﾗ) に住む半人半蛇の神々

ヒンドゥー教の神名。「竜」と漢訳されたが，本来は中国の竜とは異なり，蛇，とくにコブラのことである。蛇神崇拝はすでにインダス文明において存在したと推測される。アーリヤ人は古来より行われた蛇神崇拝をしだいに受け入れ，半神の一つとみなすようになった。

ヒンドゥー教の文献では，ナーガすなわち蛇族は，パーターラと呼ばれる地底界に住むとされる。ヴァースキ (和修吉) その他の竜王がその世界を統治している。パーターラの最下層に原初の蛇 (梵: ｼｪｰｼｬ: 難陀竜王) アナンタが住み，その頭で全世界の重みを支えている。ナーガはしばしば人間の姿で文学作品に登場し，竜の娘は非常に美しい容姿をしているとされた。

ナーガは仏典においてもよく言及され，天竜八部衆の一つである。同じく八部衆に属する摩睺羅伽 (ﾏﾎｰﾗｶﾞ) は大蛇のことであるが，ニシキヘビなどの大蛇を指すようである。ミャンマー国境に近いナガランドには，ナガ族という種族が住んでいて，ナーガの末裔と称し，独自の習俗を維持している。

アジアのさまざまな宗教伝統においてナーガは崇拝され、この超自然的な存在に捧げる儀式は、少なくとも2,000年前から南アジア全域で行われてきた。ヒンドゥー教、仏教、ジャイナ教では、頭と首に蛇を持つ完全な人間、一般的な蛇、あるいは半人半蛇の存在として描かれている。

#naga #hindu gods #snake god #patala #underworld #cobra #snake people #dragon #humanoids #legendary creatures #hybrids #hybrid beasts #cryptids #therianthropy #legend #mythology #folklore #nature #art

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la-hannya · 11 months

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YAY 🙌🏻 This manga got licensed after Me and My Beast Boss, and it's getting released soon starting July. It's a great year for my monsterfucker butt lmao

Daijā is a snake land god. Specifically, this type of yōkai for those wondering.

#orochi ni totsuida musume #daija ni totsuida musume #the great snake's bride #interspecies romance #monster x human #monster lover #monsterfucker #yokai #uwabami #snake kami #manga #terato #snake god #🐍#the girl who married the big snake

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year

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Fantastic Adventures - Daughter of the Snake God, 1942

#snake god #comics #comic #artwork #art #painting #Illustration #tank #blindado #comic art #daughter of the snake god #Fantastic Adventures #fantasy #r.p.g #r.p.g.#pulp art #vintage pulp art #B&W

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authoransnow · 9 months

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Nāga! Let me know what yall think!

Requests open

#terato #monsterfucking #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster fucker #monster x you #monster x female #monster x y/n #monster x human #monster smut #naga #tetrophilia #snake god #fantasy #requests open

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monstrouslyobsessed · 1 year

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Concept : Reader is a shrine priestess and have a crush on the shrine priest. But he is so powerful that people made a contract with the snake demon. They let him eat the priest in exchange for not attacking the village. The priest tried to fight the snake, but he was defeated. The villagers cut off his arms, so the snake can eat him better. Reader tried to save him, but was locked away in the shrine. But the priest cursed the village and his fused with the snake making him a snake monster he killed all the villagers and cut off six arms to replace those he lost. And now he can claim his sweet shrine maiden all for himself. (Sorry if its quite long and detailed, do as you wish) Thanks! —anonymous

—a/n: alright, i’ll bite and do this one with my own take, but please add the source behind such suggestions next time lol this one is originally from the compilation manga ive read forever ago, Hachishaku Hachiwa Keraku Meguri (TW!!! under-age, noncon, horror, extremely dead dove!!!), specifically the 4th story. i…don’t recommend reading every story btw, some of them are very…yikes, but the 4th one is pretty good if you can get past a certain issue (namely, the mc’s vague age range). the main difference is that the monster is a woman and mc’s a guy.

if you want my personal recs, stick with reading 3rd (the statues, is okay), 4th (6-armed snake lady, fave if only because of the monster’s beautiful design and backstory but wished the mc would be someone older), and 5th (swamp-worm monster in the forest, warning, pregnancy/birthing is involved, is okay) story and ignore the rest. 2nd (the monster on the road) is okay, actually, but i hated the monster’s creepy old man design lol rest is just a big fat no to me for various reasons.

anyway….i rambled enough. i think…i might actually keep this character, even if he isn't entirely original and is (almost) literally the genderbent version from the manga. i actually envisioned him with dark-colored skin though. hm, so the setting might even be different! i’ll let yall decide~enjoy!

—tw / tags: gn reader, horror, gore, violence, imprisonment, neglect, implied multiple deaths, amputations, general yandere themes, sfw…ish

—featured character(s): 6-armed snake-god / cursed priest

You can hear the screaming in your ears, the horrible gut-wrenching shrieks heralding the arrival of death. The earth rumbled distantly beneath your feet, striking unspeakable fear in your cold veins, pounding your heart, and your empty stomach twisting with nausea. You shuddered and your voice came out weak, dehydrated, “N-no…”

Raking your throbbing nails down the wood, bloody raw from scratching and pounding on the chained door, you fell to your knees and bowed your head. You’ve warned them, that the demon would not accept the trade—or that the priest wouldn’t retaliate in some way. A choke erupted from your dusty throat at the vision of the priest you cherished so, so much flashed within your mind.

His warming smile and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, had transformed into something wrathful and malicious. His expression became one that spoke of murder, of dark, malevolent intent, as the hateful village men severed his arms and fed him into the yawning mouth of the snake-god. It wasn’t his cruel fate that had broken your heart and shattered it into pieces though.

The very moment before he disappeared into the slicked depth of the demon’s belly, the priest saw you and wore a horrified face. With blood tears running down his eyes, he interrupted his furious cursing with a soft whisper of your name. You remembered screaming through your tears and fighting against the fisted hands of burly men then, when the snake-god folded its mouth shut and swallowed him whole.

That was the last you’d seen of him and wept his name as the men dragged you from the forest clearing, satisfied that you were too weak to save the one they all feared.

He shouldn’t have died fearing for you.

As they’d thrown you into the dilapidated shrine, you were numbed with fury and sorrow and shouted that the demon would hunger for their flesh once more, that the priest had cursed them all, when they slammed the door shut and leave you for the dead. Your pleas and cries grew hoarse as you screamed your grief to the sky. There was no reply, only jeers from the village in the distance, as if laughing about your foolishness, that you shouldn’t have fallen in love with the priest.

Their cruelty was beyond your comprehension

You had no idea how long time had passed, there was no light in this rotting shrine, not even a single peek of any warm sunlight or the moon’s soft glow. There was no water, for your throat ran dry and your skin tightened on your bones, and there was no food as your stomach stopped rumbling some time ago. The villagers intended to let you die alone, pitifully and bitterly alone.

It could’ve been days, it could’ve been weeks, when you rose your head from the coarse ground, confused. Weakly, your hand reached towards the wooden door, and your calloused fingers traced around its edges, feeling along the rough surface and finding the raw marks you left behind, until they settled on a crook. Something familiar electrified the air, the sense of power pressed into your senses. You furrowed your brows—before fear sunk in your nerves once more.

The demon had returned to welt its hunger.

Screams followed and you remained in the shrine, with no more tears to shed. You couldn’t weep for the cruel men and your tongue was too dry for you to utter even a single prayer for the innocent children you once tended to. You bowed your head between your knees, but you were still alive.

You still knew fear, trembling with the desire to live.

Your hands were shaking wildly, but you forced them back into prayer as the screams continued unabated. The walls rattled with thunderous crashes. Louder and louder, until finally, after hours of agony, they stopped. Silence followed.

Only silence and the smell of blood, lingered. And an ominous feeling.

You slowly rose from your hunched position, your gaze fixed on the wooden door. The air had turned heavy with tension, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something approached, quietly grinding the pebbles and dirt underfoot as it moved closer and closer.

Somehow, the walls started swaying and the sound of cracking timber reached your ears, rising above the deafening sounds of your heartbeats and your shuddering breathing. You clasped your hands into a prayer once more and begged the gods to answer, to spare you from the belly of the snake-god. Your prayers became desperate begging, for mercy.

As if in response to your prayer, the ceiling creaked and groaned and a low growl emanated from above. Your eyes widened, and you stumbled backward, barely catching yourself on a nearby pillar. The walls rumbled, and cracks began appearing along the floorboards.

Then, the light.

It cut into the pitch-black darkness you’d been trapped in for days and blinded you. Clasping your hands over your eyes, wincing in discomfort as if light burned you, something exploded overhead, shattering the roof tiles and raining tiny chunks onto your head. You flinched at the loud noise, shielding your face and ducking your head between your legs from any further danger.

As the crackling groan quietened, you remained still—half expecting the pain to cut into your skin and long teeth tearing into your brittle flesh. But, silence hangs thickly above into the air. As if in waiting for you to unveil your eyes to the world.

You hesitated, before slowly lifting your head, squinting and blinking against the light. When you adjusted to the brightness, you blinked and saw shadows. Shadows cast by a massive serpentine being coiling amidst the splinters and rocks littering the ground all around you, staring down at you with glowing golden eyes.

Your breath caught in your throat and you staggered forward, your arms reaching above your head, “—! You…you came back…?” Your words broke and dissolved into hiccupping sobs that shook your frail frame.

Long discolored arms distended from the being’s side, wrapping around you in a dangerous embrace. The priest’s pale face buried into the crook between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling into your dirt-caked hair and releasing a deep purr. Its body vibrated and you felt yourself being lifted from the ground. Your arms instinctively snaked themselves tighter around its thin neck, your cheek pressing against its strangely scaled skin, and you squeezed your eyes tightly shut. “Don’t leave me…please don’t leave me again…” You cried, with rivers of tears falling down your cheeks.

Tears you thought were completely dried out.

This was not the priest you remembered, his ashen body protruding from the mouth of the dead-eyed snake-god, his grin jarring with a smile too large for his handsome face, and having a few arms too many stitched to his sides. But as his fiery golden eyes warmed and his touches overly gentle on your skin, you knew. This was the same man you loved, the very man who never ceased to cherish you and always looked for ways to make you smile on bad days. Even after all this time. Even when everything else changed, he remained steadfast, loving, and kind.

—though, only to you, as he held you as if you were the most precious jewel in his world. Despite his loving gaze, he was dressed in the blood and guts of those he’d gleefully slaughtered for their slights against him, glimmering on his eternally long tail in the moonlight. Yes, he gripped your tiny body tighter to his emaciated body, all he’ll ever need is you.

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arthistoryanimalia · 1 year

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It's #WorldSerpentDay so shoutout to the ancient Egyptian primordial snake god Nehebkau, and specifically, this depiction that's just a snake with human legs 😂

1. detail from papyrus Book of the Dead of Ani, sheet 27 spell 87, 19th Dynasty British Museum

2. detail from wall art in Valley of the Kings, Tomb of Tausert and Setnakht (KV 14), 19th-20th Dynasties Flickr CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

#snake #snakes #serpent #serpents #snake diety #snake god #serpent diety #serpent god #ancient Egypt #Book of the Dead #Valley of the Kings #Egyptian art #Egyptian mythology #Nehebkau #British Museum #ancient art #World Serpent Day #animals in art

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ritish16 · 10 months

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Nagas worshiping Shiva

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tfsshko · 1 year

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I drew him and named him Marll.

He and other like him were the first serpentine in Ninjago (before FSM showed up)

Marll is the FIRST fire elemental master ! (In this story at least)

#fanart #ninjago fanart #art #ninjago #ninjas #dragons #fire elemental #fire master #fire #ninjago serpentine #snake god #first spinjitzu master #firefang?#Marll #fire master Marll #kai smith

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mamoru-chiba-ua · 1 year

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#lovecraftart #lovecraftian #lovecraft #hp lovecraft #human au #humanization #cthulhu mythos #cthuhlu #cthullhu #cthulu #cthulhu #cthullu #cthonic #yigh #snake god

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eliavraay · 6 months

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"The wounded god and the orphan girl"

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A bit of spoilery picture, but I had to make it. One of my favorite relationships in my story is between the de-throned god Monstra and Raana.

Monstra had power over other snake's will with his magical eyes. But a rebellion was led against him and his family was masacred. A young snake Sethek managed to cut out Monstra's eyes during the battle, but couldn't kill him, so they crafted a prison for him.

Centuries later Monstra's prison is worshiped by his secret followers in the jungle, who can't break the seal keeping him imprisoned. They hold sacrifices for him in hope they can break the seal that way, but it never works and Monstra only grows disgusted at them. Until one day a little girl is about to be sacrificed and Monstra senses the power of one of his daughters in her. He sends visions to the little girl to wish his freedom and thanks to his daughter's power, the seal breaks. Monstra kills all of his worshipers but keeps little Raana safe. The little girl who just lost her parents and her life, quickly accepts him as a father-figure and becomes his most loyal priestess. Monstra often calls her "daughter" but only because of his true daughter's magic is inside her. Raana later in her adult life understands this, but chooses to ignore it.

I just... love that he grows in my head, from the generic evil god of the tale into something more complex. He is very confused, not being able to adjust his mind to the passing of time. He is furious about it and tries to keep himself to his main goal. But he still slips with names and events and it frustrates him. The only person he can trust is Raana, who sees these failings, but forgives him, because still sees him as a father. This also motivates Raana, because she believes her "father" will be better if he achieves his goal.

#original story #original character #fantasy snakes #snake #feronia #snakes #feronia the four kingdoms #queen raana #raana #monstra #snake god

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