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ninibeingdelulu · 7 months ago

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How he react when you…

ft. leon kennedy, cloud strife, zack fair, simon “ghost” riley

How he react when you kiss/lick/nibble his earlobe/neck/jaw.

Leon Kennedy -

The hardened former rookie cop would freeze completely still at the first intimate swipe of your tongue along the wiry tendon of his neck. Eyes fluttering shut, Leon would fight back a full-body shudder, teeth gritting as that rugged jaw twitches with mounting restraint.

As your nibbles and caresses increased against the sensitive flesh behind his ear, his calloused palms would clench into white-knuckled fists. Battling the ingrained instinct to defensively seize and subdue like with any other threat. Until, at last, Leon can resist no longer.

A strangled rumble erupts from his broad chest as he twists with feline grace to back you against the nearest solid surface. Pupils blown wide with smoldering hunger, he braces one strong forearm by your head as the other hand cups your nape with surprising tenderness despite the desperation ravening behind each fevered caress of his lips along your jawline. The first of many tremors to rack your entire frame that night.

Cloud Strife -

The stalwart AVALANCHE mercenary lurches as if jolted by a live current when the first pass of your tongue grazes that sensitive spot below his jaw. Spiky blond brows knit sharply over those blazing mako-tinged eyes squeezing shut on a guttural groan torn straight from his diaphragm.

Though his initial fists clench at his sides instinctively, Cloud permits no further retaliation - whether physical or to extract himself from your wandering affections. Quite the opposite, in fact. His head lolls aside, granting you ample access to continue feathering scorching kisses and teasing flicks of your tongue along the sensitive column of his throat.

Only once your relentless sensual torment threatens to buckle those powerful thighs entirely does Cloud shudder and haul you flush against him with dizzying abruptness. Equal parts possessive and reverent, he claims your parted lips in a soul-searing kiss, broad palms framing your face like a precious treasure as he savors every ardent swirl of your twined tongues.

Zack Fair -

That blinding, boyish smile wouldn't dim one iota as your teasing ministrations first make contact. At least, not outwardly. Inside, however, Zack's breath would leave him in a harsh gust as electricity lances up his spine from the languid glide of your mouth torturing that sensitive zone.

Far from the fierce, untamed passion of some of his counterparts, Zack would be endearingly awestruck and bashful at the outpouring of tenderness behind such a simple act. His fingers would splay tenderly through your hair, those sparkling blue eyes crinkling at the corners with unbridled adoration as you eagerly bestow your affections over every inch of accessible flesh.

Inevitably, he'd succumb to the smoldering fog of arousal steadily consuming every rational thought. Zack's doting caresses would roam freely along the sculpted planes of your body, lavishing you in turn with a breathless reverence and earnestness reserved for only you until the lines blurred completely between worshiper and revered.

Ghost -

One glimpse of that icy blue glare, and you'd know the elite marksman's mind was already whirring through a dozen calculated scenarios and counterattacks as soon as your lips made contact. Every toned muscle would go rigid, coiled like a cobra ready to strike or retreat at the first suspicious provocation.

Until, of course, realization trickles through that predatory hyper-alertness - this tantalizing torment stems from no external threat whatsoever, only the exquisite onslaught of pleasure steadily unravelling his razor-sharp restraint. As your roving mouth brands a searing path along Ghost's neck and jaw, his broad shoulders would slump minutely, permitting the faintest hitch of an indrawn breath to escape those chapped lips.

No vocalized encouragement or returned passion yet; such overt displays would likely always be suppressed lest they expose potential weaknesses to be exploited in the field. But like a silent storm front rolling in, Ghost's heated stare would spark with a new, tangible intensity wholly untamed and promising of the inevitable downpour still to come at your unhurried pace.

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yetanotherlesbianonthiswebsite · 7 months ago

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An overly complicated analysis of everything we know about Neve Gallus in canon, as well as some additional thoughts of mine on the themes surrounding her (because I am so gay for her already)

1. Canon information

- Her age is, as of yet, unknown. In the Tevinter Nights story The Streets of Minrathous, narrated in the first-person perspective by Neve, we read “He greeted me with a dismissive ‘young lady’ that made me think he’d forgotten my name” (216). However, this is a description by an older man, whose nephew is alive long enough that his “parents had disowned him years ago” (213). In another passage of the story, the following can be read: “The man was a con artist I’d turned in the year before. To be fair, he’d nearly gotten me killed the year before that, so we were even” (221). We can therefore be certain that she has engaged successfully in detective work for at least two years, and has likely been doing so for a while. We do not know when the story is set, neither do we know anything about the parallel stories of “The Wigmaker Job” and “Luck in the Gardens”. We get the information that a Venatori cultist was wearing clothes that are fading (220), and that the cult had long since lost much standing in society; it has likely been quite a number of years since 9:42. At the same time, we know of a Qunari invasion in the eastern part of the Tevinter Empire from 9:44/45 onward, with several major cities falling to the invaders. Neve describes the catacombs as “a place to hold a year’s worth of food and supplies, securing the city’s survival in case of blight or Qunari invasion” (232). A woman as observant and politically savvy as her would likely not frame an invasion as that much of a hypothetical in case of an ongoing war. It is reasonable to assume that the story takes place sometime around the middle of the forties. Which means that by the events of Veilguard, in the middle of the fifties, we should expect Neve to have had at least twelve years of experience as a private investigator, which places her likely age at minimum in the early thirties. (Not that I am hoping for anything 40 or upward, no, there is no MILF agenda here)

- She describes the manor of a rich man as “a residence nowhere near the third-rate bookseller where I rent a room” (216), locating her residence both outside of the rich parts of town, and informing us that she does not have the greatest of means.

- Likewise, we learn that her “family has more templars than mages. I’m sure that says a lot about me. The point is, I’m not from an old family and I felt as at home in Lady Varantus’s house as Jahvis looked” (218). Within the rigid social hierarchies of Tevinter, she is privileged by magehood, but not by blood. To the degree that Tevene social classes can be broken down so neatly into stratified categories, she seems to be somewhere in the lower ranks of the middle class.

- She is canonically disabled; an amputee wearing a prosthetic leg made of dwarven metal (215). In the comic The Missing #4, we see her prosthetic, it is designed as a cobra standing up in intimidation of an attacker, and the metal seems to be predominantly a bronze or gold with blue or silver accents (6). On her foot on the other leg, she is wearing a boot which has a bronze or gold tip symmetrical to the tail of the cobra, and a high plattformed heel (ibid). Combining that with the fact that she fights and runs with a prosthetic and a heeled boot (TSoM 215, TM4 16), we learn that she expresses immense control over her body.

- Likewise, she approaches all her actions, her appearance, and her communication verbal and physical with a high degree of precision and deliberation. Her outfit is perfectly composed, with white and dark leather as primary colours, the same blue-gold metal that her prosthetic is made out of for accents as well as her belt (which is a coiling snake, TM4 6), a dark turquiose for some of the cloth (such as pants and cravat), a light turquiose for such accents as her fingernails and her meticulously applied eyeliner, and some manner of cap akin to a graduation cap at the right side of her head, in an almost black brown, with gold details. The shape of the cap has the exact same angles as a rhombus as her earrings (TM4 9). The detail on the cap forms a snake. It has been posited by tumblr user @cleric4vampire that even her movement in the trailer reinforces the cobra/snake motive (https://www.tumblr.com/cleric4vampire/752850000700194816). Despite sometimes excrutiatingly long workdays (223), Neve puts an extreme amount of emphasis on her appearance. Even in the comic, while the style does feature very dynamic character movements while talking, her gestures stick out as particularly deliberate; she talks with her hands a lot, and with deliberation (see the appendix of this post for more). This speaks to a plethora of willpower, control, and a desire to maintain a controlled barrier between the self and the larger world.

- While writing this, I have come up with the theory that the blue accents of her apparell might partially be lyrium. If she is literally wearing lyrium makeup, I will marry her.

- The only two offensive types of magic that we see her use are ice magic (e.g. TSoM 226, 227, 235, TM4 16, 17), and a manner of magic that lets her freeze the moisture in the air around a person to stagger them (e.g. TSoM 214, TM4 17). Through cooling the air around herself a bit less, she manages to hide herself in mist (e.g. TSoM 214). She is capable of some healing magic (227).

- She has a network of contacts, acquaintances, and informants all over Minrathous, particularly in its underground.

- She loves salty fried fish (221). This is not only in line with Minrathous being a coastal capital, which has a distinct influence on the caloric inflow into the city and cuisine at large, but also, once again, stresses that she does not have much money at her disposal, by emphasizing that she eats fried fish from a cheap street food stall very regularly (221), which she calls her “fish dinners” (228).

- She canonically has straight dark brown hair, meticulously kept at the left side of her face to keep space for the cap on the right, brown eyes, and brown skin. It is furthermore canon that anyone who has a problem with that or wishes to change that with mods will be exploded via elemental magic. It is furthermore canon that I will not buy Veilguard if the game whitewashes her.

- She is involved with the Shadow Dragons in helping fugitive slaves (TM4 9, 20). She expressly approves of the use of armed violence against the institution of slavery. At one point, she comments: “The cult’s dead god wanted to bring Tevinter back to what it was—to its “glory.” It was nonsense, of course. It always was. The old empire was even more corrupt and heartless than what it is now, no matter how pretty the picture Corypheus painted” (TSoM 221). In her vocal resistance to the empire, she sees it as a good usage of her time to track down Venatori (214). In spite of her resistance against the empire, she considers the city her home and would like it to be better than it is (214, 221).

2. Themes: The noir detective and the empire

It goes without saying that the formational archetype behind the character of Neve Gallus is that of the noir detective. A solipsistic cynic with little means, a private investigator, called to investigate a crime scene in dance with and against the police, depending on the point of the story. The noir detective of the movies of the first half of the 20th century, the formational corpus from which stems the archetype, is distinctly tied to the metropolis; a story that needs the urban context, the urban scenery. While of course featuring a plentitude of settings and configurations, at the root of the archetype rest particularly a white, male, US-American figure. To bring Minrathous in parallel with New York particularly is in so far a welcome change as it means a partial departure from the orientalism underlying a lot of early descriptions of Tevinter in Dragon Age canon. But, to me at least, it raises the question of how well Dragon Age is equipped to tackle the arising thematic implications. Just like the Tevinter Empire, the United States of America is a slave society fueled by the deprivation of Indigenous communities and the physical exploitation of a racialized, disenfanchised class. The metropolis is the core of the imperial core; and Minrathous is, as the largest city of Thedas and the capital of Tevinter, certainly that. The Streets of Minrathous manages but a partial critique of the society of the imperial-colonial metropolis. While Neve remains critical of the templars, the undeniable cop stand-in, the critique remains bound to corruption the higher one goes in the chain of command, as well as the bureaucracy (231). The story, in particular, follows the very dangerous trope commonly found in copaganda that the base-level officers should be allowed to disobey the chain of command and act on their own, particularly when it comes to the deployment of heavy weaponry (234). That the base-level officer is as much an agent of imperial violence as the top of the hierarchy, turning the systemic and depersonal violence of the system into concrete interpersonal violence, cannot be formulated by the text.

Furthermore, the Venatori, in their supremacist-fascistic death cult, remain cast in ableistic terms that deprive their ideology of systemic connectedness: “that didn’t stop remaining loyalists from acting delusional and stirring up trouble when the mood struck. That’s fanatics for you” (213). That fascism is but the logical conclusion of empire, particularly a weakened and collapsing empire, remains just as unacknowledged. And yet, what haunts the story is a profound sense of loneliness and alienation. A rich man estranged and alienated from his nephew because of his fear of social repercussions for the nephews behavior, said nephew dying while grasping to any semblance of connection he can (“He knew what came next. He was searching for whatever company he had left” 215), Neve facing the cultists in their hideout alone because the templar Rana does not want to breach protocoll, hell, even the Venatori preacher making a ridiculous figure, alone and ignored on his soapbox while the masses rush by him and shut him out of their attention; everyone is lonely, seperated by the dividing and isolating forces of the empire. The imperial metropolis condenses people, yet they are emotionally distanced from one another. Neve’s final action in the story is to return to the rich old man, explaining to him that his nephew was trying to be good after all; a post-mortem attempt to mend but one severed connection between humans. Her entire character is defined by the trajectory that comes from wandering almost aimlessly in a desperate attempt to escape the solipsistic nature of the empire. Her defining emotional conflict is with the reality of empire, as much as her status as a brown, disabled, bisexual woman clashes with the roots of the figure of the noir detective. We see by the time of The Missing #4 that she finds a sense of fulfillment in working with the Shadow Dragons for the slaves and against the slavers, which hints at a character arc from TSoM to TM4. As Varric correctly observes, she has a heart of gold (TM4 20), one which she hides behind a particularly controlled facade, as stern as beautiful. How well her character plays out in Veilguard hinges entirely on the stories limited ability to discuss empire in meaningful terms, and the story’s willingness to further explore her emotional arc suggested between TSoM and TM4. I am furthermore worried about how well a series known for its overt centrism can handle the nuances that make her character so great, as well as fearing the reaction by gamers[TM] to having a brown, female, disabled, bisexual detective.

3. Appendix: I am gay for the way she talks with her hands and body

TM4 9

TM4 5

TM4 10

TM4 14

TM4 19

#neve gallus #da:v #my analysis

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the-trinket-witch · 9 months ago

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TWST Signature Spell Effects on the Body

Because I'm a wordy, purple-prose kinda bish, I thought about what each Unique Magic might actually feel like on the body (at least the ones that affect other mages when cast). (SPOILERS FOR BOOKS 5 ONWARD)

(CW: Loss of motor function, scopophobia, senses being messed with, forceful sleep)

Off With Your Head:

The moment it slaps around your neck and shoulders, there's that deafening rush of blood to one's ears. If you and your magic were lightning, the collar just became your glass bottle. Outside of the momentary dulling of senses, one may have a general difficulty breathing, either from the collar fitting itself or the lack of support without one's magic. Lightheadedness and an internal hollowness make the collar leave you feeling like after a flu.

Bet the Limit:

His magic literally amplifies and pushes back your magic, but to do that he has to rip control of it from you. Bet the Limit gives one that jerking tug on the shoulders, a jab of pain that burns into your neck almost. Sometimes if one resists or tries to wrench control back, they're left feeling like their shoulders have been dislocated. They haven't of course, but the feeling is still enough to keep one from moving them for a while.

Doodle Suit:

There's a metallic, fruity Sichuan peppercorn-like numbing on the senses before it's replaced with what he decides. Pretty straightforward.

(Legit tho: I think his is kinda scary in terms of utility. The possibilities o_o )

King's Roar:

Burning. King's roar doesn't have fire but there's still a dry burn. Rug or rope burn, an allergic reaction, or being splashed with hydrogen peroxide, it all makes the nerves curl away like shriveling plants. Skin on downwards begins flaking like baked mud, falling off into sand like chunks of slate.

Laugh With Me:

Laugh With Me at first feels like the pinch of nerves. But pulling against the bindings is like hyena teeth biting and yanking your muscle and bones; you're not in control. That tugging hurts much less, more of a firm mouthing on your body in whatever direction he wants.

It's A Deal:

Much like his flattering words, his magic leaves one feeling glittery. But there's a cold tentacle-like grip on the heart for a quick moment; a reminder of what lies in the undertow. It's not a memorable sensation, but memorable enough to know what happens when it returns upon failing to fulfill your end of a contract. The resulting Anemone doesn't feel like much until one touches it, like a large zit.)

Shock the Heart:

The sudden wash over you feels like the splash of cold water after getting dumped out of a boat. Pharyngeal jaws scrape and tug on your tongue to reel you in, truth dripping off of you like seawater.

(Truth is a lot of times subjective so why nerf it further? HC he can use it multiple times but lies cause it works on those unaware)

Oasis Maker:

Rain that's always the perfect refreshing temperature. Never frigid but never feeling hot. A relaxing shower of jasmine and chai, without the stifling steam

Snake Whisper:

A burning cobra bite to the skull. It's venom sears every wrinkle in the brain as you feel yourself get pulled along by the collar of proverbial tail coiled around your neck. Resistance feels like hot sand filling your brain cavity. Eventually the oppressive weight of said sand makes one submit.

Sleep Kiss:

Sleep Kiss seems pretty straightforward. It probably feels like sitting in a soundproof glass box, with cold air filtered in. Every chilly inhale acts like anesthesia, or the tug of exhaustion by hypothermia.

Fae of Maleficence:

His 'Blessing' feels like being laid into a patch of semi-prickly twigs; a dragon's nest or roost. It hurts slightly, but the diligence is paid to lay you gently in so they don't prick. Eventually you can somewhat relax, but adjusting or moving reminds one of the thorny poking all around you. It just becomes preferable to sit still, rather than try waking or even attempt at getting comfortable.

Meet in a Dream:

Many mistake Silver to have soft hair, but the only downy lightness about him, I think, is Meet in a Dream. Whatever sensations one feels when dreaming of flying, that fills you to buoyancy as he leads you along the Dream Corridor.

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #unique magic #signature spell #twst silver #jamil viper #riddle rosehearts #epel felmier #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #deuce spade #jade leech #kalim al asim

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hyenafu · 3 days ago

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That's what Rhea gets for transforming with eyelids instead of eyecaps 💔🐍

#slightly damned #sdamned #spicy stuff #hypnosis #blushing #coiling #coiled #snake #serpent #cobra #rhea snaketail #cactus cobra #kieri #kieri suizahn #angel #funny #consent

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egypt-museum · 1 year ago

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Roman funeral shroud of a woman

Roman Period, ca. 125 AD. Medium: Linen and paint. Metropolitan Museum of Art. 26.5

In this beautiful Roman funeral shroud, the woman’s rosy face and large eyes are striking. A long bone or ivory pin holds coils of her hair in place on top of her head, and she holds a small wreath in one hand. Over her abdomen Isis and Nephthys mourn, and over her lower body are placed the long strands of the late protective ornament as well as a net garment. Columns on either side of her head are invocations to the god Osiris, but her name is lost.

Viewed vertically this shroud has an architectural structure with a frieze of uraeus cobras and a winged sun disk across the top, and registers of scenes down either side of the female figure as if she stood in a doorway. Placed over the supine mummy the naturalistic painted bust would lie over the face, and the panels of gods would have been draped along its sides.

Egyptian funeral shrouds, known as mummy wrappings or funerary textiles, were typically made of linen and adorned with various symbols and religious motifs. These shrouds were used to wrap the deceased in preparation for burial, as part of the Egyptian belief in the afterlife and the preservation of the body.

#ancient egypt #roman

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 5 months ago

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Hear ye hear ye

Can u make some more cannons with Bam? I loved your last ones they were so cute, also how do you think Bam would react if he saw someone else being a bit too flirty with the reader lol

Possessive Bam HC’s + Fic!

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, unwelcome flirting, violence, masochism, hickeys, biting, marking, kissing

An: This fic was inspired by this post by @ittydoor, which i couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote something based off of it!! Special thanks to @camariesintrusivethoughts for sending it to me in the first place ;D

Bam doesn’t like people touching (or hell, even staring at) things that belong to him,

Namely, you.

So if he caught wind that a guy even looked at you funny, much less started getting flirty with you, the situation could end in one of two ways.

Since he’s a little shit in general, it makes sense that his go to response to someone trying to hit on you would be flaunting that you were his

Let’s set the scene: The two of you are out at some bar and your boyfriend stepped away for a minute to go take a piss,

And he returned to some some asshole tryin’ to chat you up.

“I’m really flattered, but I hav-“

You were cut off by the pair of hands that quietly snaked around your waist. One glance at those rings, and you knew who was behind you

Bam pulled you in close, enough that you could feel the warmth from his torso through his clothes as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, nuzzling against you like a needy cat-

Hell, he was practically purring like one too.

Before making coy eye contact with the guy and flashing him a ‘they’re mine’ grin, “Hey.”

One word, and so much condescension- so much Animal Planet style territory claiming.

Speaking of claiming territory, Bam has all these little ways of showing off that you’re his

Sometimes it was sweet, like when he was a little too eager to loan you his clothes to wear in the morning after you slept over at the castle

Or the delicate, silver heartagram necklace he bought you for your anniversary- this small, unmistakable symbol marking you as his

Other times, however, his methods of letting people know exactly who you belonged to weren't exactly as innocent…

Even if he didn’t have this whole way of viewing you as his territory, Bam’s generally a bit of an affectionate biter,

So no matter where you went, people would be gawking at the little pink love bites that littered your neck and shoulders (much to your boyfriend’s demented amusement)

Point is, what’s his is his, and Bam wasn't shy about letting other people know that.

Which leads me to the other way he’d make sure people know you were his…

The scene and the setting was as follows: it was Saint Patrick’s day, right around two in the morning, and you were walking home from Rex’s with Bam after having spent the night doing what everyone does on a drinking holiday, and maybe it was too dark for that guy at the payphone across the street and his dipshit buddy to see Bam’s arm coiled around your waist or the dark, maroon hickeys that littered your neck, because if they had seen them, they wouldn’t have gotten in this situation. You could’ve sworn you heard one of them murmur, “Nice ass…” to nobody in particular, but you paid him no mind, because you didn’t get that offended when people hit on you.

Bam, on the other hand, did. Very much so.

The guy he was with shot a sleazy glance your way and slurred half drunkenly, “Yeah, I’d fuck ‘em...” That comment is what set your boyfriend off like a cobra who had been waiting to strike, and in a flash he was across the street, swinging his fists in these full force roundhouses- different from the limp, wimpy Bam punches you were used to. Seeing that fight was like going to the zoo and slipping the wolverines angel dust, the way the two- now three of them were duking it out. And Bam was laughing his ass off, enjoying this type of thingway too much, “Yeah? How d’ya like that? Oh yeah, punch me. C’mon, punch me in the-“ Maybe, in some twisted way, he felt like he was defending your honor. Bam’s taunting was brought to a quick stop with a blow to the side of the head as his teeth planted jagged roots into his tongue and he could taste his own blood.

Ducking a punch from the other guy, he turned around and hit him straight on- pow! Like a spring loaded cartoon boxing glove right to the jaw. But Mr. Rubberbones bounced back like he’d done in a thousand stunts and bar fights, with this menichial little glint in his eye, sneering at the guy who just hit him with blood smeared teeth, “Yeah, do it again, fucker- I like that shit.” It was like Tarantino level violence, the badassness of which was not in any way dissuaded by the fact that the cocky smirk plastered across Bam’s face didn’t slip for a second through the torrent of fists.

Just as quickly as it had started, those two dickheads backed off from the two of you with their tails between their legs. That left you, trying to figure out if it was normal you got so turned on watching your boyfriend beat the shit out of two random strangers. Well, you didn’t have to deliberate it much given the way that in the time you were pondering this, Bam had returned to your side and pulled you in, kissing you like a soldier returning from war. His blood mingled with your saliva as he possessively ran his rough hands up your torso in a way to say ‘Mine. This one’s mine’. and you decided yes, it was totally hot.

#jackass #bam margera #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader

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dragonridernoobie · 8 months ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUR LIL BABYYY!!! I love snakes and I was honestly surprised you had one!!

Speaking of snakesss, can I request TFP Optimus, Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Megatron with a female reader (human or cybertronian is fine) who owns a snake?? Any kind of snake is ok!! Tyyyy!!!<333

And happy birthday again!!🥳🥳

Sure, thank you for saying Happy birthday to my snake! She is very happy and mad since she had to go to the vet XD Also, sorry this came out so late, work has been a bitch.

TransformersPrimeXReader(PetSnakeEdditon)

OPTIMUS

Optimus went to go pick up (Y/N)

(Y/N) told him that they where bring their snake since miko asked to see it.

He has never seen a snake up close so he is excited.

When he pulls up to (Y/N)s house and (Y/N) was there waiting.

Optimus sees them holding a container.

When they get since, he asked what is inside of the container.

Reader pulls out their snake.

Snake v

Optimus was very surprised.

Once back at base, he happily holds the snake and listens to (Y/N) talk about them.

Optimus is definitely writing this down since his old orion self is coming out.

Ratchet

Ratchet was at base.

(Y/N) was with him, on his shoulder on their phone.

While they just relaxed, ratchrt suddenly moved and made a wierd noise.

When reader looks at the screen and dosent see anything they are confused.

Intel they noticed somthing moving on the keyboard.

They see a guarding snake.

Before ratchet can hurt the snake, (Y/N) picks up the snake and takes it out of the base.

(Y/N) is making fun of ratchet for being scared of a snake.

Snake v

Wheeljack

Wheeljack was working in the jackhammer.

(Y/N) was with him, helijg him organized his ship.

While they clean it out, wheeljack yellow about somthing coil.

When (Y/N) goes to see what's so cool, they see wheeljack holding a cotton mouth snake.

Poking at it and saying it's so cute.

(While the snake is fucming horrified and tries to scare wheeljack off by striking it.)

(Y/N) tells wheeljack that what he has is one of the most poisonous snakes in the world and he should put it outside.

Wheeljack does that, but he makes sure to name it.

He named it "doom fanger"

Snake v

Megatron

Megatron was on his warship, telling his men what to do.

(Y/N) was a human who has gained his respect and (Y/N) was on his shoulder.

While (Y/N) was on their phone, looking for snakes to buy, megatron saw this.

He tells (Y/N) they should get a powerful snake.

When (Y/N) said that snake is to dangerous, he was surprised that there was an actal snake like that.

He asked about it and (Y/N) told then about the king cobra.

Megatron soon gets a King cobra on the ship so he has a pet who is like him.

(He made sure to keep it away from (Y/N))

Snake v

#headcanon #transformers tfp #x reader #tfp optimus prime #tfp megatron #tfp ratchet #optimus x reader #ratchet x reader #megatron x reader #wheeljack x reader #tfp wheeljack

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