#ophidiophobia

[vaspider]

It's fun testing new products for @nerdykeppie, especially when they look cool as hell in my house.

[cyberphuck]

This poll is about whether you *like* snakes. You may acknowledge that snakes are largely harmless, curious, essential to the ecosystem and have cool snake features, but still would not want one like, on you. So:

[forestshadow-wolf]

Simon Riley who instead of getting Ophidiophobia (phobia of snakes), developes a(n) (boarderline unhealthy) obsession with snakes

[creative-caramel-coffee]

CH 3 Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes

Pairings: Wandanat x reader

Word count: 2.0K

Summary: Loki arrives as a snake, and you panic and try to stab him with a butter knife.

TW: Knife? Snakes. Panic (not attack just the regular kind). Mild description of shock and adrenaline.

A/n Ok so I’m not afraid of snakes but I have been in shock before, plus I’m a little bit of an adrenaline junkie (kinda) so I know what it's like. Hope you guys like this chapter. It’s been a while since I posted for the series. Sorry to everyone who’s been waiting I plan to be posting more soon (key word planning). I rather like how this turned out. Enjoy my traumatised little beans :) … also I’m Australian so i call it jam. Deal with it.

Nat had just gotten back from a mission; it wasn’t too bad, but it did mean that you and Wanda had been doing everything in your power to make her comfortable. You were in the kitchen making Nat her favourite to eat. PB and J sandwiches. You were lathering on the ingredients with great generosity, just the way Natasha liked it. Lots of jam and lots of peanut butter. You were humming the tune to a song by Rihanna you had been listening to lately and dancing around the kitchen. The rest of the team were around somewhere but nobody else was in the kitchen. Just you.

Screwing the lid back on the two jars you placed down the butter knife next to the three plates of sandwiches. One for each of you. Wanda was setting up the bedroom so you guys could have a movie day and you were also planning to grab a bunch of snacks from the cupboard for later, so you didn’t have to come back to the kitchen.

Opening the frigid you deposited the jars and went and found a tray to put all the stuff on. At this point you had moved from humming the song to singing it. You weren’t a bad singer, quite the opposite in fact. You had a lovely voice and as you grabbed the tray you were wiggling your hips to the beat. Something both of your girlfriends found cute and endearing, something they had told you many times in similar situations.

You turned around and set the tray down on the bench. Using the knife to cut the sandwiches the way your girls liked them. Nat liked hers in half diagonally. Wanda liked hers in four little triangles with the crusts cut off, much like a child which is something both you and Natasha teased her for. And you liked them the way you always did, the same as Natasha but without crusts like Wanda, you were the prefect mix of the both of them. The mediator in squabbles and the middle of all cuddles. You were the one that was probably babied the most but it felt nice to be loved in such a tender and compassionate way.

You had just finished the last of the delicate slicing when you glanced around, seeing nobody but your own reflection in the fridge door you smiled to yourself and licked the jam off the knife. Your mother would have had a conniption, you lost count of how many times you were scolded for licking knives as a child. Even if you were always careful to avoid the blade, you were young, not stupid. Except for that one time you cut your tongue on a tape measure but thats a story you would take with you to the grave, scar and all.

Drawing the knife away from your lips and licking the stick residue from the corners of your mouth you walked over to the sink and began to rinse the knife to put it in the high-powered dishwasher Tony had made … adjustments too. Somehow seeing the genius doing domestic tasks was always somewhat of a point of amusement for you and seemingly also the team. But all it had taken was an ask from pepper to “spruce up life around the tower” and the man had been following her like a puppy as she pointed out things for him to “improve.” You laughed at the memory, ever since Pepper had given the world Morgan, Tony was practically bending over backwards to do anything she asked of him and more. Poor guy. So very in love.

You had just gone to turn around to put the knife in what was basically a nuclear-powered dish-cleaning-germ-destroying machine, when you heard the unmistakeable hiss of your worst fear. You froze. Hearing the animal slither along the tiles. Gripping the knife harder in your hand you slowly turned on your heel to face it. The colour drained out of your face. Your hands shook slightly around the knife, and it took all your energy to swallow as your mouth suddenly felt very dry. Your heartbeat in your ears and you didn’t spare a thought as to how the huge beast of a snake managed to get into the tower.

Yellow eyes blinked back as you stared into the face of an emerald-green python. Its small fangs glinted with the reflection of the fluorescent lights of the kitchen ceiling. It hissed, its pink tongue darting in and out of its curved mouth. It stopped a meter away from you seemingly sizing you up. With what almost looked like a smile it opened its mouth giving you a front row seat to a perfect line of teeth that were razor sharp and you had no plans to prove that. It began to coil itself in and you were worried it was about to spring at you. Snakes did that right?

Holding the knife tighter you made a decision. In a fast movement you hurled the knife at the snake's head. You had seemed to catch it off guard as it watched the blade sail towards its face, arching nicely in the air. You had impeccable aim as always. But at the last possible minute it dodged, and the knife clattered to the floor behind it.

“Shit.” You swore. Now you had no weapon and no way out. The snake had you cornered against the bench. In other words, you were between a rock and a hard place, aka somewhere you didn’t want to be. With nothing to hold in your shaky hands you began to curl your fingers into fists and then relax them before repeating the movement. You were still terrified, if not even more so now you had nothing to defend yourself with.

At that movement the snake launched itself at you and you shut your eyes. However instead of the feeling of its fangs piercing your arms which had come up to cover your head, there was a bright flash of green which you saw even behind your closed eyes. Tentatively you peaked open a hesitant eye to look around. You heard laughing and your felt yourself trembling like a hairless cat in winter.

When all you saw was Loki you were ready to kill the frost giant. Before you could make any move, still running off adrenaline Wanda walked into the kitchen.

She paused at the sight. You were still curled in on yourself protecting your head while lock was bent at the waist, an arm on the counter to stabilise himself as he laughed.

“Whats going on in here?” Wanda asked her head tilting dangerously.

“You should have seen her face.” Loki said wiping imaginary tears from his eyes.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Wanda said taking in your fragile and scared state. She crossed the kitchen while Loki composed himself and you threw your body into her arms. With a small oomph noise, she caught you, wrapping her arms around your shaking torso and adding some delicious pressure to the hug you ground you and hopefully stave off any nastier symptoms of shock.

Loki had stopped laughing now and seemed almost concerned at your reaction. Wanda rubbed circles on your back as you shook evenly with small sobs which broke up the trembling. Over your shoulder Wanda glared at like with enough heat to melt a glacier. She mouthed to him ‘Talk. Now.’ With a glare shaper than his favourite dagger. Seeing no way out of this Loki stammered his explanation.

“Thor had told me of this mid-guardians fear of snakes…”

“You didnt.” Wanda growled protectively, and Loki swallowed trying to hide his fear of the witch, he was a god after all he shouldn’t be scared of mortals. But a protective Wanda was a dangerous creature after all.

“I did not realise it was so severe. My apologies Wanda.” He said.

“We will talk about this later and you will give Y/n a real apology.” She commanded. “Now leave, before a make you.” She said and Loki nodded and left in a flash of green that bounced off the walls of the kitchen.

Wanda drew a shaky breath to dispel her anger towards the god of mischief. Sure, it was in his nature to play pranks, but Wanda was fiercely protective over her girlfriends. She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you continued to sob into her collar.

“Sh sh shhh its ok sweet girl. Im here. Im here baby. It's alright. He’s gone my love. There’s nothing that can hurt you now.” She said and held you close. You let out a small whimper and Wanda gently picked you up. You clung to her like a koala. Your legs wrapped around her waist and her hands under your thighs to hold you up. Your arms where wrapped around her neck and your cheek pressed into her covered chest. You sniffled softly as the tears still fell.

“Let’s go watch a movie with natty my baby girl.” Wanda said and she walked out using her magic to bring the snacks and sandwiches you had prepared earlier.

You nodded still not saying anything, emotionally drained. Worn out from the stress, shock and pure fear you felt. You hate snakes. They were a phobia of yours since you were a child. Wanda whispered soothing words in your hair and rubbed her nose on your cheek making you let out a water giggle.

“There’s my sweet little girl.” Wanda said and you blushed and buried your face in her neck making the woman coo at how cute you were. Walking back into the bedroom Wanda mentally informed nat of what had happened not wanting to bring it up again after you had begun to calm down. Nat gave a look saying she would fight Loki later and Wanda shook her head with a smile. She gently set you down in Nat’s open and waiting arms and you clung to her like you had to Wanda. Wanda passed Nat a sandwich and she grinned. Knowing you just wanted cuddles and could eat later. Wanda came and sat beside nat and placed a hand on your lower back ti rub soothing circles.

“You did it just the way i like Detka.” Nat said and you nodded softly into her chest. You were laid on top of her. Your legs either-side of her thighs as you wrapped your arms around her back. Your front flush to hers and face buried in her chest. Wanda chuckled softly at the position. It was one of your favoured ones. You turned your face to the side and your cheek smushed against Nat’s chest. You glared at her and poked your tongue out before burning your face again. Wanda only chuckled harder and nat paused her eat to rub your back.

“Are you being mean to wanda baby?” Nat said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

A small huffed out “no.” Was heard from the fabric of her shirt and Nat stifled a smile at your antics. They could hear the pout in your voice.

“Really now?” Nat said sounding amused. “Cuz, you know what happens with you are.” She said and you shuddered.

“No.” you said again and nat and wanda shared a demonic grin before they began to tickle you. You squealed and began laughing.

“S-stop. S-tooopp” you whined and after a bit both redheads relented.

“It's not fair your both not ticklish.” You huffed and Wanda and Nat laughed.

“Come here baby.” Wanda said and opened her arms.

“No. Comfy.” You pouted and wanda matched the expression.

“Then I’ll come to you.” Wanda moved closer and curled into Nat’s side throwing an arm over you. She had selected a romcom to watch and the three of your settled in for the movie. Wanda passed you the sandwich and you dropped crumbs on Nat’s shirt much to her amusement. After an afternoon of tlc and some much-needed cuddles. You were feeling much better. Loved. And all thoughts of snakes gone from the crevices of your mind.

MASTERLIST

[the-leech-lord]

🐍Purple Snake Stimboard🐍

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Thx for the idea @wavywhiskers

[havinganidentitycrisis]

[ BODY HORROR / EYE STRAIN TW ]

👁 Goretober Week 2: TRANSFORMATION + EYES 👁

(character name/pronouns: Cress, he/him)

☆ we're keeping the goretober ball rolling with Cress! in my little au, he's been infected with the 'Envy' parasite, contorting his body into that of a miserable, jealous serpent who reflects the inner most insecurities of those who look in the mirror he wears over his face.

☆ this one's a little less 'gory', per say, than the first one, but i really wanted to lean into the creature feature and body horror territory here, and i'm so happy with the shape i've managed to twist and force him into.

☆ i was heavily inspired by Junji Ito, most notably the new anime adaptation of Uzumaki helped me come up with the striking visual of Cress' snake like form coiling into the shape of a spiral, and i'm so satisfied with the result.

[vicekillx]

It took 8 goddamn months but we finally moved Aether into his new house 😤

Huge thank you again to everyone who made this possible 🤍🩷🖤

[simply-windy]

Scythe?

X x X - X x X - X x X Scythe stimboard for anon [Sorry for the wait I get distracted easily >_<]

[tawneybel]

i'm not sure if it was mentioned here already, but there was this movie called anacondas the hunt for the blood orchid that would always be on old sci fi channel back then. I always thought the bad ass boat captain Bill Johnson and his friend Tran Wu were fucking hot and they were in my fantasies for a while lol. That's all I remember of that movie. You could do some x readers of them sometime? movies free on tubi btw or sflix.

Caught it the day Tubi took it off! It’s the kind of horror movie I probably wouldn’t have found that scary but would have watched over and over as a kid. Like Tremors or the Mummy films. Fictional snakes, regardless of realism, never really scared me. Bugs/arachnids sure did, though.  

It might take me a while to get around to writing them smut, but it needs to be said Bill and Tran have very nice arms.

[freindsssssss]

idk who needs to hear this but it's not "so funny how people are afraid of bugs/snakes/spiders/bats like they're not gonna hurt you lol" because it's extremely not funny to the the one afraid of them. like you guys know that people with phobias don't choose to have phobias right. Most of the time it's not an issue of thinking these creatures are bad or unimportant, it's an irrational fear and you can't be educated out of it

[feliciamontagues]

Bunty Windermere in Every Episode

↳“The Alchemist's Secret” (Series 5, Episode 10)

[auroroboros1]

Death to speciesists

[julieflowerplays1]

goretober - day 27

PHOBIA 🐍

ophidiophobia

cw: gore/blood, asphyxiation, ophidiophobia

featuring Minty (he/him)

A detective at the CONDIL Police Station.

(this character canonically doesn't have any phobias, but I decided to choose snakes since it's more unique and I could apply some form of blood to it.)

[sk3ll]

Octphobia 2/15

Ophidiophobia

Fear of snakes

[terrence-silver]

we see kreese interact with physical snakes very often - what would terry do with a snake, if he ever met himself with one/procured one for whatever purpose he needed, and how would he go about it?

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Of course, it is nothing but speculation on my part, but it would be immensely interesting if Terry Silver was actually deathly afraid of snakes...but he simultaneously handles them like he was born to handle them. Like he's more snake than man.

Meaning that he had this trauma and lingering unease embedded in him ever since Vietnam and the looming treat of what was down in that pit with a place initially meant for him if someone else hadn't stepped in literally rewired his brain even though he never fought over that pit himself. It was someone else, yes. Notwithstanding the natural terrain of Vietnam itself and how, legitimately, it would've been teeming with reptiles on a daily basis out in the bush. And, precisely due to this reason, he took his weakness, his vulnerability, the life changing stress associated with that one event in his life and sought to squash it ensuring he taught himself exactly how to handle snakes so the crapsack baggage of trauma would stop, the way he'd see it, slowing him down in life. Dulling his edges. Making him a feebler man in comparison of what he could be. Preventing him from reaching his full potential. As a result, he knows how to feed them. Get them to like him as much a coldblooded reptile can like. How to pacify them. Pet them. Clean them. You name it. His knowledge is extensive and if you were ever looking at this man and how smoothly, elegantly and effortlessly he manages a serpent, you'd think, well, this guy's a natural. Is he a cobra charmer or something? But, he ain't. Then again, is anyone? But, like any skill, much like martial arts itself, it can be learned and I think he learned it. I imagine it took a willpower of steel and unimaginable discipline for him to get to the point where he can hold a snake, let a snake slither all over him, hey, even bite him because the pain is nothing and the pain should be taken and even relished. He was terrified, once upon a time, particularly once in his life, when it mattered most, yes and then he forced himself to cease being terrified until he...simply wasn't anymore because I feel he wouldn't ever want to be put in a situation where he's covering in a corner, dreading what's out there. There was weakness there once and now there's nothing. I think Terry Silver was sadomasochistic enough to expose himself to snakes deliberately to get over what it means being afraid, uneasy or squeamish of them, and it is not unlike purposefully tossing yourself into a raging sea to learn to swim and then by happenstance, through a state of shock, actually managing to desperately flap your limbs to shore because the option was that or drowning.

You learned, alright, but nothing about that was sane.

And Terry learned too.

I think he learned to handle snakes with a smile on his face because he'd never admit to the fact he doesn't feel like smiling. He'd never let himself capitulate with a frown. Except when he wraps his fist around the snake's neck. Oh, then he feels like smiling and it is genuine. Then the gesture of that, having your hand over what could kill you, and what could've killed him in Vietnam, feels like the ultimate act of control. Of victory. He forced himself to handle snakes --- get snakes to like his presence --- and through that, he triumphed over them. As a result, man's just as likely to have a beloved pet Cobra...as well as have it skinned for his latest leather jacket he gets to wear like the Great Hunter.

[trannydykepuppybot]

Plains garter snake, located on my morning walk.