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nightgoodomens · 6 months

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Aziraphale: *Randomly admits he’s never actually touched a snake*

Crowley: You’ve touched me 😏

Aziraphale: A literal snake!

Crowley: How come you’ve been alive for so long yet never pet a snake at the Zoo?!

Aziraphale: I thought it would be weird!

Crowley: Why? Because we’re the bad guys?

Aziraphale: NO. Because you are a snake!

Crowley: You didn’t want to cheat on my snake side by touching another snake? Aziraphale…

Aziraphale: No. I mean. Maybe. I’m not sure. Yeah? Oh don’t make that face at me, Crowley!

Crowley *pouting* *changes into a snake*

Aziraphale: *lets out a high pitched scream he will never admit to as Crowley appears around his shoulders* Oh. *he automatically grabs him so he doesn’t fall off* Wow you’re soft. *he giggles when the snake’s tongue tickles his cheek and Aziraphale pets him under his chin* And warm. This is amazing. And you have fangs! *presses his finger against one and Crowley chomps on his finger* Ow! Alright, alright. *he shakes his finger free and the snake lets go after a second* You’re beautiful *Aziraphale grins and he can swear the snake blushes. Well. Gets warmer around him.*

#good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #aziracrow #snek Crowley #snake Crowley

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serpentcanvas · 23 days

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#snake #snek #ball pythons #ball python morph #cute snake #reptiles #reptile #reptile lover #self care #herpetology #herps #snakes #reptile keeper #ball python #reptile art #animals #illustration

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panboiiibish · 6 days

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Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically braiding your medusa gf's hair.

I like the thought of a medusa that still has some hair mixed in with her adorable little snakes. Just make her more snek by giving her a big soft cushiony snake tail of a lower half.

But back to her hair! She would adore that you trust her and her snakes enough to gently bump against them as you brush and braid her hair. Your just happily settled down onto her plush tail while your fingers lace through her silky black strands praising her for how soft her hair is while also giving little love boops to the sweet little snakes on her head searching for attention.

You make sure to give both her scalp and and sneks a good rub really easing al those muscles as she grumbles out happy little hums. But as her snakes start to get more attention your swamped with giving them kisses and pats, barely able to give her attention and she pouts about it. Not getting jelly but enough to where you riddle her shoulders in kisses as a sorry.

Maybe even a little snek gets a bit too attached when your trying to braid so the little thing gets braided into her hair and is left with a silly little beard. xD

#idk wtf im doing #ideas #monster x reader #thinking about #fem x fem #monster lover #monster girlfriend #Snek #I might doodle the bearded snek x3 #this def gets me into the mod to doodle a medusa lady

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irenekohstudio · 8 months

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Ready to add some hiss-terical charm to your life? Say hello to the Snake Chinese zodiac warrior. Whether you're a hiss-terical Snake zodiac warrior or just looking to add some venomous vibes to your life, this warrior is here to make your years ssssspecial. The years of the Snake include 1917, 1929, 1941, 1953, 1965, 1977, 1989, 2001, 2013, 2025, 2037.

#snek #cute snek #snake #snake art #cute style #cute art #kawaii art #kawaiistyle #kawaii #cute animals #snake owner #snake lover #chinese zodiac #chinese #chinese art #zodiac art #cute stickers #stickers #stationery

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lijzeil · 5 months

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This is my first collage!

1. Snake in a car

2. Crowley's carriage parks in Aziraphale's boudoir

I don't know how to correctly indicate the authors. That's why I only use old works which are in the public domain. Collecting them is very interesting.

Resources:

oldbookillustrations

publicdomainreview

ancestryimages

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ashortdropandasuddenstop · 5 months

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Babe!

We have a snake child now! We’re the most badass family in history!

- H 🇺🇸

"Oh, its beautiful! Such healthy scales too. Perhaps it would enjoy a rat for dinner.. "

#baby talking it? You bet #v: vampire #I'm so sorry but James is such an animal lover #lolol #snek #hom3land3r #Norrilander

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colderdrafts · 1 year

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Sometimes I like to write some short drabbles from a specific character's pov to get into their minds a little bit better. Here's one of Amren's under the cut - not necessary to read to understand what's going on in TGA. Not exactly spoilers, but I'll place a warning for diving a lil into his background and brain, so skip this one if you wanna keep him ~mysterious~.

Tw for implied abuse and very brief suggestive mention.

Amren sees her, gliding across the mansion with that nasty look of superiority on her face. She has her golden hair up, braided and perfect, the green scales of her tail shining like she just shedded, sparkling in the indoor lighting.

Artificial.

She’s glancing at the people around her like they're assets to her world. It's her world, and the rest of them are just living in it.

He loathes her.

Truly.

And it is mutual. She has never cared for him, finding his large frame imposing and clumsy, his warm brown colors dull, his habits, opinions and interests obnoxious.

He doesn't even have venom. Pathetic.

She sees him standing by himself as he so often does, and he spares her a disdainful glance. He can tell she considers, briefly, if she should approach him.

Leave me alone, his expression says, exasperated. I want nothing to do with you.

It's bad enough he's stuck with her for the rest of his life without her invading his space on a constant basis.

She narrows her eyes at his standoffish look, and approaches regardless, taking his gaze as a challenge. He has half a mind to simply turn and leave, but his stubbornness and pride doesn't allow it. No way will he give her the satisfaction of watching him vacate a space he's occupying because of her.

"Why didn’t you join the rest of us for lunch?" she asks, coming to a halt in front of him. “You’re being rude. Again.”

He hates her voice. The way she speaks like she's trying to sound concerned, but the thinly veiled poison in her words runs so putrid he can almost smell it.

"Because I did not want to," he replies simply.

She narrows her eyes at him and he knows she's considering her options - she could turn this into a fight again. She likes to do that, set him off, get a reaction, trying to coax out the danger that is lurking within him. Give herself an excuse to be violent.

Or she could decide not to waste her time on him and move on.

"What is it going to be this time, Mavis?" he asks. He's tired of her games. "Make up your mind. I don't have all day."

She bares her teeth at him. "It's going to be you taking a little more responsibility around here," she hisses. "Neither of us likes this situation, but you blunt refusal to even try and make things work-"

"Because we both know it won’t," he sneers. "If we both decide not to follow through they'll have to find something else-"

"There isn't anything else!"

"Is everything alright over here?" comes his mother's voice now.

She's turning a corner and slithering towards them, her body and tail full of warm yellow tones, an open invitation – but her eyes, sharp, narrowed and cold, the way she has always looked at him, ensures he knows the facade in and out.

He looks at her and sighs. Of course she'd get involved. "It's fine," he grunts.

"We're alright, Madam," Mavis says politely.

His mother nods at her. "We'll soon be done with preparations. You should start to get ready for the ceremony," she informs them. She shoots Amren a stern look. "Both of you."

He rolls his eyes.

"Don't you take that tone with me you little -" his mother growls, but breathes to calm herself. She huffs and point a finger at him, claws polished to perfection. "Everything's counting on this. Don't you dare try to ruin this for everyone."

"As I ruin everything else?" Amren asks calmly.

His mother pinches the bridge of her nose. "Just so. Did you think I would count on you for this if it wasn't absolutely necessary? For once just stop being a thorn in everyone's side and act like a responsible member of this family."

He narrows his eyes.

Mavis glares at him, alarmed by the look on his face. "You best be there," she hisses. "You know we have to follow through."

It's at this moment Amren realizes something. Something he should have realized several years ago. A slight flip of a switch at this small interaction, that seemingly was the drop that made the glass of water spill over.

He does not want to be here anymore. He does not want to be a part of any of this. He has never wanted any of this for his entire life.

He watches them for a moment, their contempt and blatant disregard for his needs and wants so obvious he doesn’t even have to ask. We’re doing what’s best for you, the lie that has kept him here. You know how you are. You’ll hurt someone without us.

He realizes that there isn’t anything for him to gain by staying either.

So why is he even still here?

Whatever he has done to ensure even a sliver of approval, whatever punches he takes, no matter how much strength he musters to remain standing, no matter how much he hides what he is – it will never be enough. He will never be enough.

Will he really throw his life away for people who never even loved him to begin with?

No. This is a waste of time.

If this is what love is, he doesn’t want it. If this is what it means to be there for someone, he doesn't want it. He’ll hurt someone without them? Fine. Then he’ll just be alone.

Anything is better than this.

"Actually," Amren says flatly, pushing past both of them. "I really don't."

They stare after him.

His mother is the first to speak. "And what is that supposed to mean?" she jeers.

"It means I'm done," he says casually over his shoulder as he slithers away. "You obviously don't want me here. You never did. So I'll be on my way."

His mother snatches his wrist. "Oh no you don't-!"

He feels it then. Coiling underneath the surface of his skin, rearing its ugly head up at the unwanted contact. It smells danger and it intends to retaliate with force. His mother's grip on his arm is scalding, sending a burning rush of anger through him.

He turns to face her, roughly lifting his wrist she's clutching into the air, the golden sheen of his eyes darkening. "Let go."

She gets in his face, seething. "You do not get to just walk away after everything you've put this family through-!"

Out of the corner of his eye he notes Mavis' slight retreat at their confrontation, but he doesn't care about that.

He inches forward in a jutting motion to meet his mother's threat half-way, enough to startle her backwards. He sees the same thing in her eyes now, the flaring rage she passed on to him, coming to life at the slightest provocation.

He knows firsthand what she's is capable of when she's angry.

He knows she can make it hurt, and at one point in his life, he would have fawned and reeled back, begging for her forgiveness when she hit him with that look.

Too bad he's grown up now.

He's stronger than her, and she knows it. He's stronger than all of them.

He cracks his jaw wide open, bares his teeth and loudly hisses in her face, a final warning as he forcefully yanks his arm out of her grip. Alarmed, instinctively, she recoils.

He hits her with a potent furious stare, and he can taste something new in the air as the ferocious beast under his skin snaps to attention, almost reveling in it.

Fear.

Without a word, he turns and leaves them behind.

He leaves it all behind.

Amren's eyes open and he stares out in the murky darkness of Elise's office.

And just as he was about to fall asleep. Why would his brain bring that up again? That was several years ago.

He's grown since then. Gotten to know himself a little better. Licked his wounds and covered them up behind a strong pillar of stoicism. He shouldn't let memories get to him like this, they're in the past, over, he's done with them. They don't matter anymore.

What matters is the present, and the new odd situation he finds himself in. The terrible dangers of the past few days notwithstanding, it's also odd to be forcefully dragged out of your routine against your will and find yourself grateful for it. Elise is a smart troll, she knew what she was doing when she got him here, and it is vehemently annoying to admit it.

Yet another thing he shouldn't let get to him, but he can't stop. He doesn't want to.

He's latching on to that infuriating hum like a lost hatchling.

Sometimes he catches them smile, a genuine expression of joy and sometimes it's directed at or caused by him. Those moments a precious, the fact that he could create something soft, that he could provoke a response that wasn't filled with contempt and thinly veiled indifference.

He has their attention, and it's not because they're forced to give it to him, it's not because they're scared he may strike if they don't stay vigilant. It's because they want to give it to him, a genuine curiosity, an attempt to connect.

He doesn't know how to deal with that.

He's held them close one time, and the fact they were the one to seek him out is baffling his mind. Why would they ever do that? After everything he's done, everything they’ve seen - he can't understand.

They don't say it, but it must mean that, at some level, they trust him.

For whatever reason, this strange creature has decided he's safe to be around. He wants to live up to it. But he also knows that, to a certain point, he can't. At some point, he is going to hurt them. And he will lose that small sliver of faith when he does.

Don't get too close now, an arms reach and you may just avoid that inevitable outcome. Don’t get greedy. The standstill is more comfortable than the uncertainty of when.

They worry about him. They prod and poke and don't back down when he pushes, returning everything he dishes out with force and he likes it.

He learns. He wants to do better, be better, not because they force him to but because they make him want to. What is he hoping to gain here?

Warmth, echoes in his mind. And not just in a physical sense.

It's ridiculous, it's something that's always been branded as a weakness, something you don't get or give out unless you wish to perish.

A single moment of genuine connection is a recipe for being taken advantage of.

Yet they provided him with it so freely and now he finds himself starved for more.

He used to pity them for it, a disdain for that vulnerability. Yet when he was struck by it he knew that he had made a mistake. Nothing could ever be as powerful as opening yourself up like that, tearing off your skin and trusting the person who sees you do it won't cover your tender exposed flesh in salt.

Trust, he thinks. How do they give it so candidly? What is that incessant need of theirs to be close? He stayed in control because of it.

He hears them again in the room next over, tossing and turning, and a slight fearful whimper escapes them in their slumber. He immediately wants to reach inside their mind and destroy whatever is clouding it. He hears distress and he wants it gone. He just doesn't know how.

He wonders if they would let him hold them again - but there's no need. They were just helping him, as they said. But he felt like there was something else there, something besides the fact that he was dangerously cold and lethargic and they saved him from an extremely painful night. He doesn't know what that is, he only knows he wants more of it. But he doesn't feel that he can ask. He doesn't know how far their trust stretches, and he is keenly aware of how little it would take to ruin it.

A slight whimpering again and he grits his teeth, hands opening and closing. He wants to be there, take control of whatever is haunting them, keep them safely tucked in his coils where he knows they wont get hurt - not again. Not unless it goes through him, and not unless he makes it hurt seven-fold in retaliation. It can darn well just try.

The little noises are getting to him, his mind wanders and combines with the thoughts of that night, undisturbed, where he just had them close like that. He wonders what it would be like to hear them make those noises if it wasn't because of nightmares.

Would they sound the same if they made them because of him?

Would they make them when he's coiling around them, feeling their warmth, their hands on his skin, enjoying the friction of their body nervously squirming in his grip as he slowly inches in and pulls them closer - oh. No.

Absolutely not.

He sits up straight, quickly uncoiling himself and getting up. How incredibly frustrating. What did they do to him?

He quietly leaves the room, ignoring the annoying needy heat in his body and heads downstairs to get to the kitchen sink. He doesn’t bother turning on the lights – he can see just fine without them – but the silent dark house brings another level of emptiness to the already growing pit in his stomach. He cringes and lowers himself down to take a sip.

What is he supposed to do? This is getting ridiculous, and he’s being dramatic. Get a hold of yourself.

He runs his fingers through his hair and huffs. He keeps his hands on his head, closing his eyes and breathing out, patiently waiting for the unwelcome emotions to settle. He remains there, quiet and alone in the dark again.

One, two, three, four.

Four, three, two, one.

Eventually they diminish, and a familiar numbness settles over him instead. He's back in control. Good.

He silently ventures back to his room and coils up in a corner. Luckily the infuriating thing residing next door has gone quiet, and he falls asleep once again to the sound of nothing but his breath.

#colderwriting #tga #About Amren #smh Tiny what on earth did you do to him #dicslaimer this is not an excuse for his poor behavior don't be fooled #you ruined a perfectly good snek is what you did #look at him he's got attachment issues #Also if y'all wanna see more of this kinds of stuff lemme know it's fun doing them #Don't be scared to give me ideas #naga x reader #monster romance #gender neutral reader #monster x you #x reader #monster lover #naga #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #exophilia

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madzizhere · 1 year

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Something I did a while ago I honestly really like it. It's both of my Oc's Jose (Left) and Senken(Right) and yes they are in love UwU.

#oc #ocart #ocxoc #digitalart #naga #nagaoc #introductionpost #snek #gods #godoc #goddessoc #lovers

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monsterloversrus · 2 years

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Naga-themed stimboard, requested by @assortedvillainvault

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

#stimboard #monster lover #naga #snek time :)

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serpentcanvas · 25 days

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Ring necked snakes are so cute and tiny and adorable ^_^ They like to hide under my flower pots <3

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#ringed necked snake #ring necked snake #ring neck snake #snake art #snek #noodle #spicy noodle #snake #serpents #garden snake #cute snake #reptile #reptile art #reptile lovers #reptile keeper

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ch0kehold-ch3rry-pyth0n · 3 months

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A care package is set outside of Ramshackle, labelled for spirit. There's a container of raspberry sorbet, chocolates, a soft blanket, and a small note saying,

"Love urself or they'll get u lol (/j) - 🧶"

This has to be the most threatening care package I have ever gotten.

Um. Thank you? I feel like I might get shot point blank if I don't take this, but I appreciate the sentiment(?), Yarn Anon.

#ask spirit #spirit x social cues enemies to lovers /j #help jakfkskf #Yumby red thing #mildly threatened snek moment

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tismrot · 7 months

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The uwu-fication of Good Omens

I’m not saying this to piss on anyone’s parade, everyone can like whatever they want and I realize that people who are perhaps… not experienced in traumatic adult relationships and/or aren’t bitter remnants of whatever ray of light they were supposed to be - I realize their fiction will probably be (for lack of better words)… light and easy.

I also realize that due to the collective heartbreak we’ve experienced after the end of season 2, a little fluff is perhaps needed. Again, not defecating on any crowds - but, like, we did watch the same show, right?

There are some REALLY good meta out there, as well as some fics and some art that really captures the essence of both Crowley and Aziraphale, and the context they struggle within.

…And then there are fics and art/comics where particularly Crowley is reduced to this very tsundere, cranky-despite-secretly-affectionate anime character who blushes and gets ✨ve-y angy✨ whenever he gets a kiss on his cheek or something and I’m like… okay? But. That’s not Crowley, is it? (Yes, you can make him into a hemipened waifu pillow for all I care, go do what makes you happy) - it’s just… You know?

Crowley and Aziraphale are (despite their celestial origins) - at their core - two middle aged, closeted, homosexual men who used to work for two equally oppressive, evil and incompetent fascist governments. That’s why they meet on the benches in the park, like all the other agents sent from other oppressive nations and agencies. The book was written during the last years of the cold war, and during the height of the AIDS crisis. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the first meds for HIV came in 1992 - being gay and being seen with the enemy could bring about equally terrifying death sentences. Yet, they do their best to thwart their Cold War, and then, the nuclear apocalypse.

After barely succeeding, they become as close as they dare to be, and they both know they love each other. Of course they do. That’s why Crowley wants them to stop pretending they don’t. He already assumes Aziraphale knows, because HE DOES KNOW.

Crowley isn’t (canonically) an uwu angy tsundere snek. He is a miserable ex-agent screaming at his closeted, gay lover for refusing to run away with him after 6000 years of war. Crowley is the opposite of tsundere, he is an open, aching wound.

Aziraphale isn’t a kawaii angel cup of hot chocolate, he is a desperate and scared idealist who is threatened into compliance by Great Leader, and who secretly wants nothing more than to let go of all propriety and just allow himself to be happy and freely experience life and love with the man he’s wanted all along, far from all oppression both from society and Heaven.

You guys, this is a story about fighting oppression for love. I just wanted to make sure we’re all on the same side.

And perhaps I’m just old, perhaps my experiences with multiple failed relationships, friendships and my own fallen idealism tints my glasses… But I feel a certain way about all the uwu. I’m sorry. Do uwu if you want. I’m gonna focus on the OPPRESSION, because - apparently - that’s the wall my socks stick to.

And yeah, I know this is very old man yells at cloud. Younger people (or people who just aren’t exactly like me) seeing this show or reading the book deserve the right to play around with it, just like I do. I know, I know, I know. I just needed to say this. Slay me if you must.

End of rant. Thank you for coming to my depression.

EDIT: Yes, I made the Avril Lavigne thing further down. Yes, I am a hypocrite. I’ve made my peace with this.

#aziraphale x crowley #crowley #crowley edits #crowley x aziraphale #good omens 2 #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #innefable husbands #good omens fandom

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