So someone asked me through private message about doing some
naga boyfriend headcanons, which I am so down for. I would prefer it however
that suggestions and such be kept to ask form. It’s just easier to keep track of
that way.
HOWEVER if you want to private message me because you want
to chat? That’s totally fine! I’ll try and get back to you as soon as I am
able.
Now let’s get to the friendly noodle boy~
He probably knows you’re there before he lays
eyes on you, he recognizes you by scent. And even if you’re up wind of him, he
easily senses the tremors of your foot falls. Basically sneaking up on him is a
thing that’s never going to happen.
He sometimes eats way more than he should and
gives himself terrible stomach aches. He tries to play it off like it’s fine at
first too, because he’s embarrassed that he’s over eaten again. But eventually
he come crawling to you begging for tummy rubs because it’s literally the only
thing that makes him feel mildly better.
He loves it when you snuggle up real close to
him and he can completely wrap around you. mammalian touch is the most
wonderful thing in his opinion and you laugh when he talks about how every naga
needs a mammalian companion or they’re missing out.
During the winter he is very lethargic like any
good cold blooded creature. He basically stays in bed and sleeps through most
of the cold months. You get lonely during that time, but every once in a while
when he’s awake you can manage to drum up some conversation. For some time
after the thaw he’ll be right by your side near constantly, trying to make up
for having to leave you feeling neglected for so long.
(If you have female reproductive organs…) He can tell when it’s getting
close to that time of the month and until it’s over he’s very over protective
and easily agitated by other half breeds. Not just other Nagas but even
Centaurs and Sphynxes, because he knows that just like him they can tell. And
he doesn’t want any of them getting any ideas, because if anyone is gonna breed
with you someday it’s going to be on your terms.
It takes a while for you to convince her that you’re really just there to talk to her. You’ve been visiting this clearing for years. She’s been observing you from afar for a while, but whenever you would try to approach her, away she’d go. It’s understandable, though; it must be hard for her as a mythical creature.
When she finally does work up the courage to come up to you, you are careful not to make any sudden movements. You’re pretty sure that would make her run away again. She sits sort of near but separate from you, nervously picking at the grass, braiding it together while it’s still in the ground. When you speak for the first time, she flinches noticeably.
After a fair amount of mono-syllabic responses, you wish her a good day and get up to leave, only to hear her make a protesting sound. When you look back, she apologizes and starts talking rapidly, explaining her nervous situation and her community’s general attitude toward humans. You sit back down, and as she finishes talking, she seems a bit more relaxed. Now, the actual conversation can begin.
She’s very sweet and intelligent, and more than happy to answer all of your questions, and ask some as well. It honestly seems like she’s having a good time, which makes you happy. After a long afternoon of chatting, you part ways with a promise to meet the following day. As she turns away, you see her smile largely. You walk away, glancing back, and when she thinks you can’t see her, she stamps her hooves and hops around, giggling. Looks like tomorrow was going to be a good day.
Okay so like there are vampires but one of the side effects of becoming a vampire is that you can’t explicitly tell people you’re a vampire.
Like, if they already know you’re a vampire, that’s cool and you can talk about it with them whenever. And if they don’t know but are straight up like “hey are you a vampire?” you can be like “yes I am” and then you can talk to them about being a vampire because they already know now.
But the point is you can’t tell people.
So you’ve got this vampire who really wants to tell their friends and they’re dropping all these hints and being as obvious as they possibly can be but their friends just think they over-exaggerate everything.
“Hey, when did you learn to lock pick?” “Sometime around the middle ages, I think.” “Okay, fine, I won’t pry then.”
“Cool shirt! When did you get it?” “Oh, about fifty years ago or so.” “Dude you weren’t even alive. It’s a hand-me-down, then?”
“Hey check out this cool Renaissance painting.” *points to a person lying dramatically on the ground* “That’s me.” “Haha, that totally would be you. I’m the one getting his head chopped off.” “No, you don’t get it that’s actually me.” “God, I know. You’re so dramatic.”
“How long has it been since you’ve been to Europe?” “A couple centuries at least.”
“What’s this red drink in your fridge?” “Blood.” “Is it that new diet drink?” “No, it’s blood.” “No, seriously. I’m thinking about trying this diet. Does it work?” *sighs* “No.”
“How come you don’t have any mirrors in your house?” “I don’t have a reflection.” “Cool. It’s really admirable that you’re not letting society’s expectations dictate your life.”
“Hey, it’s really sunny out today. Wanna go for a walk?” “No. I will literally burn up and die.” “Fine, stay inside and watch Netflix. That’s cool too.”
“I heard these coffin beds are really supposed to help you sleep. I’ve never seen one this cool though. Where’d you get it?” “I was buried in it.” “Fine. Don’t tell me.”
“Dude, why are you always so cold?” “I’m dead.” “No, really. I think you might be anemic. Are you getting enough iron?”
You were lost at sea. One minute your little boat just started going down and you were left desperately clinging to an orange emergency raft. For several long days you baked in the sun and shivered yourself to sleep at night. On the third morning you drank the last of the fresh water you had; that’s when you saw the fin. For several hours it circled your boat giving a curious nudge here or there.
Suddenly you heard a splash and the raft rocked violently; you were pretty sure this was the end. “Hey. You still alive?” Your eyes snapped open. Resting their arms on the edge of your raft was probably the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. She proceeded to poke you with a bit of wood. You jerked back rapidly and she let out a surprised yelp before disappearing back beneath the waves. You figured dehydration was setting in already.
She popped up again on the other side of the raft. “So, you are alive. Cool. Uhm favor to ask. Can I have your orange floaty?” She cocked her head quizically and set a webbed hand on the raft, her dark eyes peering into you. You told her that this ‘floaty’ was the only thing keeping you from drowning. This got her to turn her head again sending her dark hair cascading onto her shoulders. “Well just swim you goof.”
It was then that she bent her body upwards showing off the large muscular body of a shark. You explained that all you had were two wimpy fins that would give out after awhile. “So lemme get this straight, you can’t give me this…” she longingly gazed at the raft “because you can’t swim?” You nodded. Suddenly she burst out laughing showing off rows of sharp teeth inside her mouth. “Ohohoho that’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard. Oh wow… ok. Hey, here’s a deal for ya. I’ll get you back to land and you give me this.” Sounds like a fair deal to you.
With that she grabbed several of the ropes attached to the raft and looked back at you, a smug grin on her face. “I’m Isury by the way, so… where to non-swimmer?” She was incredibly strong and pulled you and the raft through the water with ease. If you had to describe the experience you’d liken it to a speedboat.
Within the day you were within sight of shore. The sun was beginning to set as you were clambering onto an empty stretch of beach. You walked over to a dock where Isury was waiting for you. “Alrighty non-swimmer. Happy currents. Oh by the way…” she opened her mouth and plucked a loose tooth and tossed it your way. “Keep that to remember me by, and hey, maybe I’ll see you and those cute little useless fins again.” She gave you a wink, and with your deflated raft under her arm, slipped beneath the surface.
Little did you know you’d be seeing Isury again very soon…. to be continued???
I’ve been thinking about mersharks a lot so I wrote a thing 😎👍as always feedback welcome!
Toad's Cave 