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HermesSerpent
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Art Requests Open! Art requests can be things I have drawn before (or from the same show/universe), things from my stories, and ocs of mine. Up to two characters per request. I really enjoy doing them. I write on AO3 with the user name HermesSerpent and made this tumblr to post art from my stories if I get inspired. Im trying to increase the number of stories with strong friendships and brotherhood! Please feel free to talk to me any time about my stories or anything else. [Leader of the Serpentine Empire (SE) ]
Hello! I am Hermes Serpent, leader of the Serpentine Empire. On this blog, I doodle and post about my stories on AO3. My name over there is HermesSerpent. If you want to ask about any part of those stories, feel free. I enjoy writing and love talking about current and past stories!
I'm also pretty open to non-story-related asks.
I really like to talk and make new friends and am a pretty open book!!
How I tag my personal posts:
text posts by me are #hermes speaks
art is #hermes art
asks are #ask hermes
I run a YouTube channel: Hermes Serpent. Which has some animations and drawing
Heres a link to a doc with fanart links. I love when people draw things from my stories and want to show my appreciation. Please please dont be afraid to tag meeee!! Fanart for Hermes Serpent
Art requests are open for things I have drawn before (or from the same show/universe), things from my stories, and ocs of mine. Up to two characters per request. No nsfw, no shipping. I’m also down to discuss art trades!! Just dm me!!
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
Hurt dialogue prompts number one (1), platonic yandere Sabretooth and Gambit
theres a lot of blood
Gambit grunts as he tries to get out from under the building he had been launched into by one of the X-teens. The red-headed psychic, he thinks. He freezes as he feels something shift inside of him. He looks down at his stomach. There. A bit of steel is buried deep in his gut.
Oh. That's a lot of blood. He snaps off the steel to be smaller using a small burst of sparks and then forces himself up. He hides the wound by buttoning up his coat. No reason to let the enemy know he's… dying. No, yeah, that was a slow bleed-out death blow. He can feel the rate of blood flow change with his heartbeat, and he knows a major artery was hit, along with his guts and a snatch of his diaphragm if the pain is to be believed.
He stumbles a bit, clawing his way clear of the building with haggard steps and mind-bending pain. Hes not going to make it. Not this time. He feels that with each increased difficulty of breathing.
But he sees Sabretooth in trouble. The man is getting pinned by the infamous Wolverine. He knows Sabretooth will deny ever needing help, but they helped each other around the base frequently. Sabretooth is normally the only one that he could rely on to train with him. And the only person who would ride with him to the grocery store.
He chucks his cards and blows the man off of Sabretooth. Good.
Gambit is then forced to block a blow from the blue imp. It makes him cough, and he tastes metal on his tongue. Shoot. He is running out of time. He should…
These green horns don't need to see him die. They might be teens, too, but they haven't been in this sort of business as long as he has. Death shouldn't be the forefront. Not yet.
He blows back the imp and then stumbles around a corner. Gambit coughs, blood sticky on his chest and making his shirt cling disgustingly.
Ow.
He finds a nook to tuck into and sits. He cannot feel his fingers. He gasps and tries to calm his heart beat. He is starting to feel cold.
Suddenly Sabretooth is infront of him.
“Why are you hiding? Youre not a coward.”
Sabretooth barks out and Gambit smiles a little. That is a kind statement. Or kind for Sabretooth at least.
“Looking to avoid… pain.”
Gambit says with a little gasp. Sabretooth narrows his eyes, snarling slightly.
"I won't let anyone hurt you."
Gambit snorts and then coughs, blood driping onto his chin.
“Im already hurt…”
He unbuttons his coat and shows the deadly injury. Sabretooth makes a choked noise and is immediately touching the wound. Gambit hisses.
“Hey, hey. Dont- dont do that. Im dying already, dont make it go faster.”
“Like hell Im letting you leave this easy!”
Sabretooth snarls, clacking his teeth. Gambit blinks. Oh. He had not realized Sabretooth cared that much.
“Shh. I just didnt want chilen seein’ this. With a wound like this, Remy not makin’ it home.”
“Who’s Remy? Is that you? Why are you giving me your name?! You're not dying. You're not allowed to die, Gambit!!”
Is that… concern? Remy smiles a little, blood loose and dripping. His coat starts to soak through
“It's alright, Sabes.”
“No. You're not going. You're mine, and I didnt say you could leave.”
Sabretooth snarls. So sweet and kind. Seems they were friends after all.
“Don't let the chilen see.”
Remy mumbles as his eyes slowly close. He is so cold. He feels arms lift him. He grunts a little, but the pain doesn't fully reach him. He finds it harder to breath but he wants his final wish clear.
“Don't want… kids to see. Not… not their fault…”
Sabretooth chuffs and says something, but Remy didnt hear what.
Darkness is bittersweet. He thought death might mean an end to suffering. And it might have been true…
Had he not found himself waking up.
Remy blinks at the brightness, wanting to flinch and curl up. Hell didn't need to be so bright when he first got there. Let there be an easing into eternal punishment.
At least that's what he thinks, everything fuzzing and swirling about. He feels an engine on his chest, rumbling away. It is soothing and makes him want to sleep, but he shouldn't. Not when hes just waking up. He tries to talk and finds something over his mouth. His hands don't respond to attempts to move them. They float disconnectedly from him and are pulled taut by mooring ropes. Did hell think he was a boat that might float away? Maybe he turned into a boat in death, and he got an engine??
Remy sharply thinks that such an idea is ridiculous, and he forces his eyes down. There. Sabretooth is resting on his chest, purring up a storm. A iv hooks them together, red liquid sliding from Sabretooth to Remy. Remy gargles out a noise, the oxygen mask obstructing him, and what must be drugs keeping his muscles loose. Sabretooth looks up with glowing eyes.
“I've traded a lot for you. You don't get to die.”
Remy makes a bubbly, confused noise and tries to move his hands again. Sabretooth interlocks his fingers with Remy's on Remy's right hand and Remy feels a bit less trapped.
“Mmh?”
He intones a question on his mind, but is unable to form on his lips. Sabretooth snarls.
“None of those idiots saw. But I'll get them for what they did to you. You died, Remy. And nobody gets to kill you.”
Remy makes a confused huff, eyes fluttering. He's not dead? Is he? Is he a little dead? Or like Lazarus, all the way dead and then yoinked back?
Sabretooth keeps talking.
“Had to drag you to an old… acquaintance and force him to make you better. And had to make sure he didn't sneak in adamantium like he did last time. Killed him after. And I'll kill the X men too.”
“N-non… didn't, didn't mean.”
Remy protests, cognitively aware enough to know that Sabretooth is hungry for blood but hungry for the wrong sort.
“They hurt you and you're mine.”
“Mm…”
Remy tightens his fingers around Sabretooth’s and moves his thumb as much as he can.
“Yours…”
He mumbles lazily and offhandedly, not sure why it makes Sabretooth's eye glow and the purrs roar louder.
“Guess I could be convinced to leave them be if you give me something in exchange.”
Oh! A way to remove the bloodlust? That would probably be good. Remy draws a circle with his thumb, feeling like a cloud is trying to take his mind.
“You gotta stay, Remy. Stay right here by my side, where you can't get hurt again. You're not going out and fighting anymore.”
No more fighting? A bit of rest time? Rest time is nice. He'd like to rest a bit. He's tired.
Remy gives a sluggish nod, eyes already fluttering.
“Good. I'll make sure no one ever hurts you again.”
Lowkey like the idea of Gambit's thieves guild being Catholic. It vibes with the Frenchness and the Louisiananess. But it's that kind of catholic thats twisted up in local tails and ghosts and supernatural where the devil stands at crossroads and clever men can trick him with a pinch of luck and a willing saint
I also really like the idea of them being like the medici family where they are huge patrons to the church, with a vain hope that will absolve them of the many sins created to attain the wealth (the medici fam squad were bankers when it was considered a sin to lend and have people pay back money with interest; course they called it something else to be fine with God because tricking god through a very specific use of specific words is a game they played)
Also like the medici family; they look after some of the churches money and grows it.
Only the priest in confessional knows all of what they've done.
Is prayer and repayment to the church enough? Idk but I think it's freaking funny to think of Gambit, nightcrawler and daredevil going to mass together and participating in lint and ash Wednesday.
Hello! I wanted to make a blog dedicated to platonic prompts. I kept looking for them and kept struggling to find any. So I thought hey, let's make a side blog for it. Romance is nice but I find it everywhere so heres a place to find platonic stuff!
I'll try to reblog when I find stuff here, but I'm also gonna have asks so maybe we can build something up for platonic writers out there!
Platonic can cover friends, family, yandere… anything but romance!
For asks!:
You can ask for types of dialogue, like angst or fluff. And ill make a short prompt list of dialogue that work under that type.
Or you can ask for scenario types.
You can also send in prompt ideas and ill turn it into a post
No romance prompt questions.
Rules!
Post your piece wherever you'd like
Alter any phrases, pronouns, words, et cetera.
Take just a few pieces from the prompt but not the whole thing, if desired
Monetize your work using my prompts
Tag me directly in your work or send it to me if you'd like! (I can't guarantee I'll find the time to get to it and/or read it if it's a fanfic for a fandom I'm unfamiliar with)
Gambit blinks at the locked door and pulls out his picking tools he never left his side. He slips them into the lock, wriggling and twisting the lock, waiting for the ringing click.
There.
He slips into the room, glancing around, nervous and careful. The floor screeches and groans and Gambit works hard to make as little noise as possible. He has no desire to be noticed by anyone. Dust dances about, with a faint tang of mold. Enough to whisper this room has been shut for a good long time. His eyes adjust quickly to the dimness of the room. His feet make the the floor groan like a old church organ under inexperienced fingers. Yet no sounds ring out in response and Gambit keeps going. He finds a odd looking statue. Some sort of wolf with ruby eyes that has flowers ringing its jaws. The old thief part of him weight the value as he trails a finger down its spine. Finely carved.
Lovely.
It is solid when he gently lifts it. Then it starts glowing. He is not able to drop it and he yells as the light grows brighter and brighter. Pain explodes from every cell in his body and he cannot help but wonder if he is finally joining his family. Its not a bad thought. Not completely welcome as he would have rathered to live a bit longer, but not a completly unwelcome one neither.
The sound of a car horn alerts him to things not all being well or normal.
Hia eyes flutter open in a hazy daze and he finds himself standing in a busy street where cars were actually running, unlike most if the rotted metal carcuses of cars he passed daily on scavenging trips. They blare at him angrly like a maddened animal as he stares back stupidly. He sees faces. Faces and teeth of humans, more than he had seen when he last saw a huge crowd, which had been a cannibal camp that snatched him up and though him easy food.
Glares and waggling tongues that accompany shrieks of anger have him bolting away, his heart jack rabbiting fitfully in his chest as he tries to escapes this strange hallucination. Or this trap sure to end with him torn to bits.
He claws up a wall and curls up on the edge while staring out at the place. This is not the rugged worn city that he had been scavenging through. No broken down cars, splatters of blood from brawls and no…
Gambit breathes deep and long, the air clear in a honey sweet way he never thought he would taste. No vague tang of the bombs, metallic and heavy in the air. He gasps in the air. He sucks it in, desperately wanting to know if it is real.
It tastes real. It tastes so so real. He mufffles a sob behind a dirt soaked hand. What is happening??! Tears burn at his eyes as he looks about taking in the blues of the sky, the clean buildings, and the sweet air. He is still filthy and broken. But he is not in that place anymore. A second chance? Maybe.
Maybe.
What should he do? He lays on his back, staring up with wonder at the beautiful sky. Warmth soaking into his bones, his breathe deep and full. He wants … clean grass and water. If this is real… if this is a real then those things should be found easily.
Sure grass existed out in the wastes had taken on a tough quality, stiff and prickly like used up velcro. He wants to find something softer. Richer in color. He tracks down a park and slips into it, taking care to avoid people. He sits down on the grass and finds a deep urge roll about in it. So he does with glee and soft noises of pleasure. He sits up and heads out, looking to leave the city and find a patch of woods and a stream or river or pond to scrub down in. The water would be cleaner than anything back home.
"I just can't let you go. Please, don't make me try to make you stay."
Victor and Jean-Luc cryptid au
HEHA theres violence
Jean Luc pants, eyes flicking about. He needs out of this room. He had corned himself like an idiot. But he isnt going to stay here. Oh no. hes getting the hell out of New York and away from anything to do with mutants.
He had found out that Magneto had taken some of Henri and Remy’s blood to run tests on. The blood is from the blood left behind from training injuries. Jean Luc does not know how a man could be so despicable. To claim to want to aid Jean Luc and turn around and experiment on remnants of life force left behind! Its offensive to all things decent and right.
He had seny his sons to the hous that they had been staying in without fully telling them what had happened.
Jean Luc had transformed in the lab and smashed it to bits with his hooves while Magneto had been out. When he had turned back, Creed had walked in the room. The man had stared in open shock as Jean Luc bolted around him and dashed away. He got turned around in the labyrinth as he collected items to take or destroy.
He had ended up in this room to check the books and found written notes on Meryids. He had lit it on fire like the other books he came across.
Creed bursts into the room and hisses. He looks wild, eyes glittering with wide blown pupils that narrow to slits upon looking at Jean Luc. Jean Luc kicks the burning book over to the shelf and it goes up in flames. Creed snorts at the smoke that reaches out for him and the clear air of the hallway. Jean Luc draws a knife from its hidden holster. It drips with posion which will surely slow the healing factor of the man. He hisses.
“Back off. I'm leaving. And I aint bout to leave nothin’ to harm my boys behind.”
Creed's eyes widen a bit.
“What do you mean?”
Creed snarls out.
“Get out of my way, Sabretooth.”
Jean Luc snaps, spinning the knife and preparing to lodge it in his mouth. It made it a viable weapon while in his meryid form.
“Just stop and explain things! How am I supposed to get out of your way when I dont know what youre way is!!?!! Youre breaking thinks and lighting stuff on fire and talking crazy!!”
Creed snaps back. Jean Luc rears back and makes a baying noise.
“Dont act like you dont know! You work for him!!”
Creed had to know what was going on. Had to be part of it. Jean Luc leaps forward, shifting in the air as he grips the knife with his teeth. His body smashes into Creed and bowls the larger man over. Hooves scrape and clatter against the floor as Jean Luc shoots up and away. He hears Creed's claws carving grooves into the ground as he darts away.
His eyes flick into the other rooms that he had not checked yet. But nothing seems to be in them. And he is leading the only other person in the base away from the blossoming flames, giving them time to take root.
He makes it to the back door before claws catch the top of his rump. He kicks out with his hind legs and twists out of the man’s grasp. He goes on the attack, tossing his head about to bash his antlers into Creed and catch the man with the knife as he twists. Creed lets out a yowl as he jerks back from the poisonous blade. Jean Luc snorts and tries to stamp on Creed’s feet.
Suddenly his antlers are grabbed and twisted. Jean Luc flips, pain flaring through his body. His wings flare out and smack the floor and Creed. He tries to stab the man again and finds his head jerked to the side by his antlers, making him make a loud, piercing bawl call. A leg wraps around his front two as his head is held still by a firm hand. The knife is forced from his jaws and clatters on the floor. Jean Luc wriggles and is pinned more harshly. He pants and shakes.
"I just can't let you go. Please, don't make me try to make you stay."
Creed whispers, his free hand touching Jean Luc’s neck fur. Jean Luc snarls at the touch and kicks his hind legs fruitlessly. He snaps his teeth futilely, glaring. He could transform, but then he would be in his weaker form and still pinned. But he would be able to talk and argue.
Creed slowly pets his neck, and Jean Luc shivers.
“Easy. Easy. Tell me what's going on. The lab is destroyed, and the building is on fire. So nothin’ left to rip up. But I don't know what is happening.”
Jean Luc lets loose a snort to let Creed know what he thinks of the statement.
“I don't, Jean Luc. I really don't.”
Jean Luc glares, ears flicking about.
“Jean Luc.”
Creed snarls, tone shifting to demanding. Jean Luc gives up, wings collapsing, eyes fluttering shut. He shifts back into his human form, shuddering as Creed adjusts his grip to keep him pinned.
Jean Luc keeps his eyes shut.
“I ain't gonna let no one keep my son's blood and experiment on it. And if you don't let me get up and out, I will find a way to destroy you. Mon boys be mon world.”
The grip immediately loosens.
“I didnt know that Magneto was doing that. I’ll help.”
Henri running into remy and being confused why this teen is stalking him. He finds remy at the bar and comfronts him. Remy is teary eyed and apologetic. He says that henri looks like someone he knew and lost and that hes real sorry.
I like the idea of remy living in an abandoned house and being paid under the counter.
One day when walking home he is caught by the police and ends up in a cell for not being able to fully identify himself. The institute is contacted because one of the cops knows odd kids live there. Xavier comes with logan to the jail.
"Tell me what I can do to make you stay. What I can say, so you won't leave. I need to know how I can fix this!"
Julius and Asterix
a little short but i think its sweet!
Asterix stares in disbelief at Julius. The idiot is trying to sneak out after being saved from a failed assassination attempt. Trying to sneak back out to the very people that attempted to drive a knife into the soft squishy flesh of his gut.
Julius tries to shake off his hand. Asterix simply tightens his grip. He is used to holding onto wild boar. Julius is far easier and much less wriggly.
“Let me go. I am healed. I need to leave.”
The man seems to be attempting for an authoritative voice. Asterix recognizes it from hearing the man speak to crowds. It is not the voice the man has been using for the last few days while recovering in Asterix’s hut. It is offensive to everything that Asterix had thought they had been building. Asterix hurts as he speaks.
"Tell me what I can do to make you stay. What I can say, so you won't leave. I need to know how I can fix this!"
He cannot simply let Julius go off to his own doom. Not alone. Not when a few more days of healing could keep him safe and give Asterix the chance to plot and plan.
“There is nothing you can say. Let go.”
Asterix winces at the sheer coldness in the man's voice. But he keeps holding. He had seen the fear in Julius’ eyes when the man had been stumbling in the woods, hurt already. He won't. Can't.
“I won't. Im going to fix this.”
Asterix says, keeping his voice calm. He tugs gently.
“Come back. Your empire is okay. It will be. I promise. Please. Well, make this all right. Just… come back and rest.”
Asterix requests, shifting to grab Julius’ other arm.
“... Asterix.”
There. There is a tone that Julius had started using with Asterix while Asterix helped him over the last week. Asterix leans forward.
“Just… a few more days. So that you're strong. And we know what we will be doing. And the messages you sent have time.”
“I am not a man of waiting about.”
Julius murmurs, even as he lets Asterix tug him back slowly.
“It's not waiting about. It's giving time for preparation. Its planing. Strategy. You love strategy, Jules.”
Asterix coaxes, stepping backwards, keeping his eyes on Julius’ face. Julius relaxes a little more and walks a little more easily with Asterix. Asterix loosens his grip slightly.
“I do love it.”
Julius hums out and Asterix smiles, feeling victorious. He guides Julius back to his hut and makes sure he gets the medicines that he needs before tucking Julius away. He breathes a sigh of relief. Obelix shifts and sits up in his bed.
“You got him back?”
“Yep. Hes good to stay for a few days.”
He yawns in the middle of his sentence, exhausted. The sun hasnt crested the horizon yet. Obelix scoops Asterix up and tucks him in beside himself. Asterix curls up into his best friend and falls asleep, knowing he’ll need rest to deal with Julius tomorrow.
i saw a post earlier today and now i can’t find it but someone was like the only reason i get through studying is by saying “let’s go steal a grade” where they just imagine they’re doing research for a leverage con and they have to know all the information to pull it off successfully. I’m at my internship rn and i found the original score for the og show and redemption and let me tell you i have never been more productive
Replace imposter syndrome with the conman method! You're a fraud, and you're such a competent fraud that the mark is never going to realize what hit them until the gloat.
