#snoot light

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DF DIGITALFOTO Mini Snoot Ottico: L’Accessorio Essenziale per la Fotografia Creativa

Se sei un appassionato di fotografia o videomaking e desideri aggiungere un tocco di creatività alle tue immagini, il DF DIGITALFOTO Mini Snoot Ottico è l’accessorio che fa per te. Questo snoot ottico si monta facilmente su luci da studio e ti permette di concentrare e personalizzare la luce, proiettando figure uniche e accattivanti per effetti scenici professionali. DF DIGITALFOTO Mini Snoot…

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

My first Art vs. Artist, but JoyousJoyfulJoyness has been around for 3.5 years.

Can't believe another year has already passed, and it's been 3.5 years since I created JoyousJoyfulJoyness! I've put together some of my favorite pieces in a year end collage.

So much happened last year!

- Got addicted to painting and drawing Capybaras and developed a huge collection of Capybara art including a Capybara Zodiac Collection.

- Launched custom painted portraits and custom stuffed animal portraits.

- Grew my sticker collection to over 100 designs.

- Fundraised with the Common Humanity Collective.

- Got selected by the SF Giants to paint a baseball base and attend their Pride Game.

- Participated in two local gallery openings, one solo and one group.

- Created the Close Encounters Collection of cute and silly cat paintings.

What's next for 2025?

Teaching myself how to paint with color last year has unlocked an entirely new passion in my art creation, and I will continue following my inspirations!

As always, my shop is open for purchasing foiled prints, painting prints, stickers, and custom portraits!

Hope you had a wonderful holiday season and a safe and happy new year!

[stormy-nights-are-best]

Posting this again in its own post. I think it's a fun concept, because calls are kinda like ninpo communication

[tinylilemrys]

let's goooooo

[dawntheduckrb]

I drafted this on the wrong blog and I can't go back and change it, so here's some early doodles from church

Posts resuming on my main on next Thursday (tentative plan) :D finals are almost over!

[sysig]

Mint stole my heckin’ dog (Patreon)

[stormygreyy]

Oh hi there big buddy! Pengy with Tiger :>

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Bowens Mounts: Everything You Need to Know

Bowens Mounts, Strobes, and Modifiers

What is a Bowens Mount?

A Bowens mount is a type of light modifier mount that is widely used in studio photography. It is named after its inventor, Ken Bowens. Bowens mounts are known for their durability and versatility, and they are used by a wide range of manufacturers, from high-end brands like Profoto and Elinchrom to budget-friendly brands like Godox and Neewer.

Why are Bowens Mounts so Popular?

There are a few reasons why Bowens mounts are so popular. First, they are very durable and can withstand a lot of wear and tear. This is important for studio photographers who rely on their equipment heavily. Second, Bowens mounts are very versatile. They can be used with a wide range of light modifiers, including softboxes, reflectors, and beauty dishes. This gives photographers a lot of creative flexibility. Third, Bowens mounts are relatively affordable. There are a wide range of Bowens mount modifiers available at a variety of price points.

What are Strobes?

Strobes, also known as studio flashes, are powerful lighting devices that are used in studio photography. They produce a very bright, short burst of light, which can be used to freeze motion or create dramatic lighting effects. Strobes are typically more expensive than other types of lighting, but they offer a number of advantages, including:

- Power: Strobes are very powerful, and they can produce enough light to illuminate even large spaces. - Speed: Strobes produce a very short burst of light, which can be used to freeze motion. - Versatility: Strobes can be used with a variety of light modifiers to create different lighting effects.

What are Light Modifiers?

Light modifiers are attachments that can be used with strobes to soften, shape, or direct the light. There are many different types of light modifiers available, including: - Softboxes: Softboxes soften the light from a strobe, making it more flattering for portraits and product photography. - Reflectors: Reflectors bounce light back onto the subject, creating a softer, more even light. - Beauty dishes: Beauty dishes create a focused beam of light that is often used for portrait photography. - Snoots: Snoots create a narrow beam of light that can be used to highlight specific areas of a subject. - Grids: Grids can be attached to softboxes or reflectors to control the spread of light.

How to Choose Bowens Mount Strobes and Modifiers

When choosing Bowens mount strobes and modifiers, it is important to consider your needs and budget. Here are a few things to keep in mind: - Power: How much power do you need? If you are shooting in a large studio, you will need a more powerful strobe than if you are shooting in a small room. - Features: Some strobes offer more features than others, such as TTL metering and high-speed sync. Consider which features are important to you. - Budget: Strobes and modifiers can range in price from a few hundred dollars to several thousand dollars. Set a budget before you start shopping. Once you have considered your needs and budget, you can start shopping for Bowens mount strobes and modifiers. There are a wide range of products available from a variety of manufacturers. Be sure to read reviews and compare prices before you make a purchase.

Conclusion

Bowens mounts are a popular choice for studio photographers because they are durable, versatile, and relatively affordable. Strobes and light modifiers can be used to create a wide range of lighting effects, and Bowens mount products are compatible with a wide range of equipment. If you are looking for high-quality, affordable studio lighting equipment, Bowens mount strobes and modifiers are a great option. Read the full article

[gay-dorito-dust]

Werewolf Jason things:

His werewolf form is as tall as-if not taller- then he is, which makes it more difficult having him within the apartment as he takes up most of the available space, that and his floofy tail tended to knock stuff over by accident…oops.

His howl is a powerful one, like might as well make you loose all hearing type of howl if that makes sense. You wouldn’t be surprised if all of Gotham could hear him with a howl that powerful.

With you he’s an overgrown puppy who’ll gladly let you play with his tail out of boredom or even play with his ears as they twitch and flicker, hell he’s chill enough to have you boop his snoot that you swear he was trying to smile half of the time.

The first time you saw Jason in his werewolf form, you were intimidated and scared that he might not remember you in this form, he was sniffing the, growling and showing off that predatory expression of his. You felt such fear that you went as far as to drop to the floor when he lunged over your head, only to attack the person who had been stalking you for a good while throughout the night, head filled with nothing but malicious intent as they followed you into the alleyway.

So once Jason had done mauling him, he looked back at you with blood on his muzzle and paws and moving towards you, making you freeze in place and closing your eyes tight in hopes that your death would come swift and fast in compared to that guy; only for the werewolf to nudge you with his snout, giving you a few reassuring licks to your hands to show you that he wasn’t a threat to you, only towards the ones who’d cause you harm was he a major threat.

There was a reason he didn’t want you seeing his transformation, often doing so in one of his safe houses, and so he’ll try his best to reassure you through his werewolf form that he wouldn’t ever hurt you, ever. It was his biggest fears after all and even if he did manage to nick you, he’d whimper and lick your wound with his tongue in hopes it’ll heal it, which was sweet of him but you’re better off getting medical attention.

He has a silver streak of fluff, followed by a pair of unsettlingly green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark, which thankfully added to the scare factor in making scumbags piss themselves and run away scared, only to be hunted down by a six foot werewolf and slashed into ribbons…

He remembers your scent after a while and thus every transformation is made a lot easier knowing that he’ll still remember you and smother you in affection, the werewolf breath was another thing you had to get use to that was for certain, but you loved him dearly enough to deal with him moulting all over the place and it was a lot.

Going back to the glowing green eyes thing, you nearly shit yourself the first few times you see a dark shadow in the corner of your room, glowing eyes staring at you before seeing that it was Jason when he moved into the light.

‘Jason.’ You groaned. ‘Stop scaring me.’

Jason tilted his head as he licks the back of your hand apologetically, you sighed and find yourself once again unable to stay mad at the overgrown pup of fluff and sharp claws and teeth as you scratched behind his ear.

You let him on the bed, but be warned this action has consequences as he’ll lie on top of you as though he was lighter then he actually was, squishing you into the bed but when morning comes you’re being squished into the bed by a very, very naked Jason Todd.

[biorust-art]

Brontë Wyvernwind, FirstSun of the Silken Squall || Dorian Storm, Master Muse and Son of the Wind. With his steed, Coriolis.

Homie summoned a horse.

For real though, I love how Robbie plays Dorian, and a Bard in general. He really showcases how Bardic magic comes from experiences and love. Dorian remembering a song his mother used to sing to him and using that memory and love to channel his family's symbolic steed into reality is incredible. Dorian just fascinates me, and I hope we learn more about him and his home.

[Image Description: A digital painting of Dorian Storm and his summoned steed, Coriolis, from Critical Role. Dorian stands in profile with a somber expression dressed in his level 13 outfit sans some changes, including a gold wing themed bracer and semi-corset around his waist as well as a small leaf hair accessory. The wind picks up his hair and cape as Coriolis, an equine dragon, lays his head next to Dorian's shoulder. Coriolis is a light blue and white horse with a boney snoot, glowing blue-- like Dorian's-- dragon eyes, white feather crown and deer-like antlers. He as spines down his neck and a long white mane that curls like the wind. The wings are a dark blue and purple and he almost seems to sparkle with the light and scales. They stand in a dark stone room with many people watching, they are blurred in the background and the only light comes from behind Dorian and the pale glow that Coriolis gives off. END ID]

[lxvvie]

[If you've not played or finished the DLC yet, read at your own discretion!]

Being in a relationship with Messmer the Impaler consists of:

The initial beginnings of your relationship are a... blur. At least they were for Messmer. He's yet to understand how this happened to him but happened it did. Whether it's a trick of the light or his mother's intrusion, he's not sure but he'll entertain his mongrel intruder for the time being.

He does remember your attempts to engage him in simple talk, however. They were humorous, admittedly. You'd talk and talk and he'd simply stare at you.

Realizing that for all of Messmer's cold brilliance, your getting close to him makes you privy to just how self-loathing he truly is. If you thought Morgott was bad, Messmer may arguably have him beaten. All things considered, you can't blame him.

Messmer being hot and cold when it comes to physical affection, even though he stubbornly refuses to admit he's touch-starved. It's equal parts self-loathing (again) and his serpent... er, companion. His serpent companion who's quite curious of you. His serpent companion whose snoot you've taken to booping seeing as it stays in your personal space. You've... done this to Messmer, too, with varying results.

To piggyback off of this, Messmer is a walking, talking furnace. Good for when there's a nip in the air.

Finding his voice to be so sonorous you could listen to him speak all day if you could. Messer fails to understand this. In fact, he just thinks his voice is just like any other.

Asking him about his upbringing and Messmer remaining tight-lipped about it. He might occasionally give you something, but that's about it. However, he's more interested in your life and how you became Tarnished and managed to make your way down here and gain his affection.

For all his disdain for his mother, there is an interest in knowing the current affairs of the Lands Between that Messmer has kept under wraps. Until you, that is. It's adorable whenever he gets curious and asks you to tell him about it. If things were different and he wasn't cursed, he could... he really could have... Mother...

His interest really piques when you tell him about Jarburg, though.

Surprise kisses. Because not? If they don't do anything else, they hilariously and adorably throw Messmer off and he'll get flustered. He'll never not be thrown off by your affection and he likes it more than he cares to admit.

[oozebrain]

Perfect Fire

Art x reader drabble

Art is cold and needs a place to nest for the night. Sfw, light hearted, fluff. Minors dni.

In the corner there is a mound of blankets. It’s stacked so high it could work as an impromptu bean bag chair. It wasn’t there this morning so where had it come from? Curiously, you start to rummage through and startle when it begins moving.

You take a step back in apprehension as the mass of blankets rustle, the occupant seemingly curious as well. Out from the stack of blankets pops a nose that you instantly recognize.

The small dot is pronounced at the tip of his snoot and you offer it a small kiss. It quickly retreats and the movement is stilled for a time.

“What are you doing under there?” You ask, lifting up the blanket covering his face. He folded his hands and rested his cheek against them before fluttering his eyes shut.

“But why every blanket in the house?” You chuckle, scrutinizing the pile, “Are those bath towels?”

He retreated back into his pile and remained still. You searched around but couldn’t find him this time. What the hell? Could he evaporate at will like air freshener? Surely not. But where was he?

You reach in further and sift around, searching for a protruding nose, a hand, hell you’d even take an ear at this point. Exasperated, you start taking blankets off and that’s what sets the trap off.

Suddenly you are engulfed into the mess of linens and held in a tight embrace. You can’t see anything but you can feel his presence. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his cheek cold as it rests against your skin.

There was a nasty storm tonight that had knocked out the power and the snow outside persisted with silent tenacity. But inside here, in this little fabric cocoon, it’s slowly growing toasty and warm.

Seeking warmth, he moves closer and rests his head against your chest. It is like he is trying to absorb into you and you reciprocate by holding him. The entirety of him is cold and you can’t help but feel a little bad for him. You give him a small kiss on the forehead and shield him from the cold.

He is grateful and you can feel the smile bloom on his face as he nuzzles deeper, as close as he can get. His movements are sluggish, that last fright seeming to expend the last of his energy. Now that he was getting drunk on warmth it’s all he could do. His grasp on you loosens as he relaxes, his shivering subsided. You hold Art through the cold night and can feel his subtle purrs echoing in your chest well into the morning.

[vantaesfairie]

𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡 : 𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯

atlty’s tarot readings: art commissions, paid readings, spell ritual comms open!

choose a pile below:

part 1 of my christmas series!!!!

pile 1, reindeer friends with a cute snoot:

wow they could be quite rich! they could be from old money or enjoy spending daddy's / mommy's money.

they could be continuing a family's inheritance or legacy in their area of study or work.

they could enjoy nature or watch things grow.

they definitely put in long term strategies. they are probably good in investing money.

they have pretty good foresight. they could play a role of 'caregiver' a bit, like they will spoil you materially.

they could have a small waist regardless of gender, and tall.

they are a good negotiator and likes to make you smile.

they are someone who takes care of you deeply and wants to watch you prosper.

they want to steer you away from your bad troubles and only towards good days. they want to take away your pain.

you may meet them at a time of prosperous growth or when your life seems to be taking a turn to the next chapter.

pile 2, black cat in christmas lights:

they have a very strong energy, they could be a fire sign or enjoy gaming or group sports.

they are very assertive and tend to be more masculine.

they motivate others and you, and would literally fight off people to protect you.

they could feel challenged a lot, they may have trouble with their self worth, esteem, and ego.

they want to win arguments, they want you as their prize.

they could be blunt but quite persuasive. they could be good with words to make you happy or seduce you.

they would love to debate or banter playfully with you.

they could play sports that involve a stick, like hockey or polo.

they are very ambitious in their work with clear direction of where they want to go and achieve but lack proper emotional development.

they may need you to keep them in their lane sometimes with their bad days, but they would be so passionate with you.

pile 3, stag (james potter? should i start a hogwarts pac?):

they could be more soft and introverted than the rest of the piles here. they could have sadder eyes (in your opinion).

they could hurt people without knowing and suffer hollow victories.

they want to treat you like their forever lover with everything that they give you. they want you to glow and be a rainbow in their life.

they would be very attracted to you, you would be their type.

they could be blunt with words which they regret immediately after.

they see you as someone who can help heal them so they may come to you for comfort.

they could feel like an outcast in their peer crowds easily.

they run out of emotional energy quite quickly so you would help give them spiritual energy like a charger.

they would learn many emotional lessons from you. they never want to hurt you.

they could be avoidant when you two fight because of their nature to hurt people easily, but they want to always cherish you.

i hope you enjoyed this pac! please consider purchasing a paid reading by sliding into my dms. reblog and share if possible! i’d love to know if this resonates to you. thank you so much!

[taleeater]

Soft Touch

Side Story to Fragile

TMNT Bayverse

Leonardo x Reader

The reader uses gender-neutral pronouns

Sometime after the events of Fragile, you find yourself in Leo’s bed. He has a bad nightmare about how he almost lost you. 

Warnings: flashbacks, trauma, bad dreams, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, cuddling, relationship typical intimacy

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Leo gripped his katana hard and grit his teeth. He faced down his enemies, fuming with anger. Past them, he notices the small dainty hand pressed up against the glass, and the desperate expression of his injured lover. He fought hard, but he couldn’t reach them. The glass finally shatters, and he rushes to their side, but he was too late. Their body was cold and still as he held them in his arms.

“NO!!!” Leo bolt upright in bed, panting hard. Sweat dampened his brow bone. He looked around the dark room, wildly checking his surroundings. Suddenly you shifted next to him, startling him as he remembered your presence in his bed as you blinked awake.

“Leo…?” You slowly sat upright in bed. He had buried his face in his hands as he breathed through the panic attack.

Your hand found his shoulder in the dark. 

“Hey… I’m right here, Big Blue….” You called out to him as you pulled yourself up on your knees. Slowly, carefully, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged his head against your chest.

His trembling hands slowly moved from his face and wrapped around you. Taking deep breaths, he listened closely to your heart beat in your chest. 

Inhale….

Exhale….

Inhale….

Exhale….

You rested your chin atop his head and sighed. Leo was stubborn. He had been doing his hardest to hold himself together, for you and his family. 

But sometimes the pressure becomes too much to handle. He can’t be perfect all the time. And maybe the next time you’re in trouble- 

He won’t make it in time.

That worry plagues his mind every idle moment, even in his sleep. He wants so desperately to protect you.

“Hey… hey, look at me.” You beckon him, dainty hand cupping his cheek and raising his chin so his big eyes meet your face.

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.” You encouraged, and leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. 

Leo calmed down. His breathing was even and strong, and he hugged you close against him. 

“I just don’t want to lose you.” He spoke with a heavy heart. Rarely he ever allowed himself to be this honest with his feelings.

You knew you couldn’t promise him anything, knowing the lives you lived. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You said firmly. 

Leo’s eyes found you again, searching, fond, enamored. 

He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. It was light, feathery, careful. Then he kissed again, deep, wet, and longing. You leaned into the kiss, face scrunching up with focus. Your hands cupped his jaw as you filled the kiss with your passion. 

Leo’s hands started to wander, tracing down the back of your night shirt. He cupped your butt and gave it a playful squeeze, earning a funny little grunt of surprise from you. He chuckled against your lip. Leo’s hands felt for the edge of your shirt and slid his hands underneath, rubbing the rough pads of his fingertips across your lower back. Then tracing upwards along your spine, and splaying out to massage between your shoulder blades. 

You shivered at the touch, at his reverie. Leo worshiped every dip and curve of your back, and leaned in further to the kiss. You were addicting to him. 

“Leo…” You broke the kiss to call out to him. He blinked open his eyes to take you in. Your gaze was hazy. Your nose brushed against his snoot, and lovingly kissed his cheek. Then trailed down to press kisses against the pulse in his neck. Your hands draped over his shoulders as your nails traced patterns against his shell. A low rumble began to thrum in his chest. He nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder and breathed you in. 

He let you love up on him, smooch his scars, rub the knots out of his shoulders. His cheeks burned from the attention that he dared not pull away from. 

“I love you.”

Leo breathed the enamored words against your messy bed hair.

“I love you.” 

Leo mouthed the words against your throat. 

“I love you.” 

He embraced you, his strong arms holding you against his chest, and you hugged him back tightly.

“I love you, and I’m staying right here.” You responded.

“In my dream, I couldn’t get to you in time… I lost you.”

“But you did get to me in time. You all rescued me.” You took his shaking hand and placed it firmly on your chest and Leo relaxed.

“You can feel me. I’m alive because of you. No bad dream is going to take me away from you. Never again.” You moved his hand up to cup your cheek.

Leo hummed and stoked your cheek with his thumb. “You’re right. Thank you for listening to my silly worries.”

“They’re not silly!” You smiled at him, leaning into his hand. “Come here.”

You leaned up and kissed the tip of his snoot. 

You directed Leo to lay down with his shell propped up against the pillows. He opened his arms to you, and you laid down against his plastron. He wrapped an arm around your waist and brushed his 3 fingered hand through your hair. 

You both chatted idly, passing the time talking about dreams, goals, your life together, anything that came to mind.

Eventually, Leo’s eyes became heavy with sleep.

You yawned. And rested your head on his shoulder. 

“Goodnight (y/n), I love you.”

“I love you too, Leo. Goodnight.”

You both drifted off soundly asleep, with good dreams.

[jadethebluereblogs]

SNOOT

Snoot :}

[emelinstriker]

Predaking ♡ Fetch

First TFP X Reader one-shot of the few I've saved up since like 2021. Will be posting the others later, but I gotta go to the dentist in a bit. So have your big mecha dragon boi. c:

[TL;DR] Predaking acts like a wholesome, oversized puppy towards you. And only you.

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"Alright, go fetch!" You yelled up at him before throwing a softball across the flight deck. You specifically chose this type of ball due to how easily the predacon could see its bright red color, and because it's big enough for the two of you, as well as soft and squishy. It was also cheap, so you could just buy a new one if Predaking ended up destroying it on accident. But he was still using the first ball you gave him, so that in of itself was impressive.

The giant mech dragon wagged his tail a bit with some small side to side jumps, before happily zooming after the ball. Due to your size and lack of strength, the ball didn't land too far, but it began to bounce and roll away really quickly due to the wind. Yet another reason that ball was a good choice.

He gently picked up the ball before practically bouncing back over to you. You beckoned for him to lower his helm. He did as you commanded and you proceeded to take the ball and pet his helm before leaning your upper body against him in an attempted hug. "Good boy! Great job, Predaking! Who's a good boy! Yes you are!" You cooed, gently stroking one of his mandibles while nuzzling his helm with your forehead.

He purred loudly at your praise. His mood would instantly change whenever you were with him. Your mere presence alone made his spark throb with love and joy. Honestly, he didn't mind being treated like a lesser being, even a pet. But only if it was you. He would not allow this sort of belittlement from anyone else. Not from Shockwave, not even from Megatron. And especially not from a piece of scrap like Starscream.

Speaking of the devil, Predaking spotted him behind you near the entrance. He released a dangerously low growl to warn the seeker to stay away. Especially from you, knowing Starscream's distaste towards humans. You thought the growl was aimed towards you, so you backed away from him with an apologetic look, believing you weren't supposed to hug him like that. "Oh- Sorry..."

However, Predaking felt your warmth leave him, and he didn't like it. His aggressively stiff posture turned calm again. He then nudged his helm back towards you with a purr, rubbing his rather flat snout against your tummy, begging you to hang onto him once more.

Your smile returned as you plopped your weight against him once more. Just to make the moment funnier, you even said a little "Boop!" as you landed on him. His tail wagged a little, happy to make you smile. Yet he still kept an optic on the seeker, just in case he tried anything.

Meanwhile, the seeker was not amused as he was on the flight deck for a reason.

"Human! Megatron and Shockwave are awaiting the predacon! Megatron commands you to go back to your habsuite until further notice!" Starscream's voice startled you as you didn't notice him before. So you got off Predaking's maw and looked at the other mech. But one hand was still on the giant predacon as a form of comfort for both of you.

You slightly looked downwards in disappointment. "Oh... Okay then..." You turned back towards the mech dragon giving him a sad smile before leaning down to put a light kiss on his snoot, rubbing the side of it.

"We'll play more later, okay? Be a good boy when you leave. Love you, King!" You said before starting to walk towards the entrance, turning one last time to give him a little wave.

You didn't notice it this time, but the mech dragon's tail swooshed from side to side faster than before. If you had listened closely, you could've also heard his cooling fans turn on when you gave him a kiss. His optics also turned from giving the seeker half the attention to putting his whole attention onto you as your tiny frame walked away.

His gaze on you was soft. There could have possibly been hearts floating around his helm if this were a cartoon. He could've even had hearts in his optics, that's how far gone he was. That's when he heard the seeker approach him with his usual unnerving voice. The predacon's mood instantly changed. His loving gaze towards your direction halted as he turned to face Starscream with a look of pure hatred.

"Well, well, well... You appear to be having fun, being treated like a servant animal by a tiny rat. Doing everything they want. Why can't you simply follow my orders then!?" He yelled out in anger. If he hadn't known about the predacon's transformation, he would've hit the dragon.

Predaking let out a loud screech before standing up and spreading his wings- Towering over the shorter mech. Having his pride take a hit was one thing, having to listen to the SIC call you 'rat' was another. You were so much more than a rat. You were a divine soul. And your tiny frame only made his primal instincts want to protect and love you even more.

"Whatever your relationship with the fleshy may be, it doesn't matter. Now, move to Shockwave's lab." Starscream scoffed. If looks could kill, the seeker may have already died back in the pits of Kaon. It felt like Predaking's hatred for him could time travel.

Suddenly, the mech dragon transformed into his bi-pedal cybertronian form.

"I'll be there for the meeting. However..." The taller mech stomped over to the now intimidated seeker. His shadow was now looming over the SIC. "If you call them a 'rat' one more time, I'll make sure to rip your spark out the 'primal beast way'."

Starscream trembled beneath the predacon's fierce gaze, then the king made his way past the seeker and towards the lab.

The meeting itself was quite uneventful. It was simply seen as a progress report. Predaking was just there for show, in a way. It was mostly Shockwave who talked to Megatron.

After the meeting, the predacon was dismissed. And the first thing he did was visit your bedroom.

Due to your relationship with Predaking, and you being basically the only one able to tame the beast with questionable ease, Megatron assigned Shockwave to be your guardian and for you to stay in a smaller room connected to the lab. However, with how much disinterest the scientist had in you, he basically abandoned you just for you to be taken care of by Predaking. So technically speaking, Predaking was your guardian and you were his charge. The only thing Shockwave did to take care of you was to get Knockout to get you stuff you needed. Because it seemed illogical for him to go get necessities for you himself.

The predacon slowly approached your little home, transforming into the beast on the way. You knew about his bi-pedal form, but you didn't treat him with as much affection as you did when he approached you as a mech dragon. He enjoyed your company regardless, but it was more enjoyable for him personally to see you laugh and smile a lot more when you were simply allowed to pet his helm.

You had fallen asleep in your bed, assuming the meeting would take a while. So when Predaking gazed upon your sleeping body, he couldn't help but purr. And of course, his purring didn't go unnoticed by you as you slowly woke up from your nap. And the first thing you saw right in front of your face was a pair of yellow glowing optics staring right at you in admiration. You weren't startled or anything as this wasn't the first time the predacon (unintentionally) woke you up like this. You yawned as you sat up to look at him with a little smile.

"Hey, King... How did the meeting go?" You asked, still tired. The predacon closed his optics and tilted his head towards the side, ex-venting some warm air like a heater. This movement roughly translated to either "Boring" or "Meh", and it never failed to make you laugh. It simply looked ridiculous to see a giant beast do such a motion.

The predacon then suddenly got an idea. He gently picked you up by the back of your shirt like a kitten and walked off. You two bypassed Shockwave as he just stared at you helplessly dangling from the giant beast's maw.

You didn't say anything, waving at the purple mech. This wasn't the first time Shockwave's creation did this, so neither of you were concerned about being in danger around him. However, you were a little curious as to where he was taking you.

Turns out he was taking you back to his kennel. You still didn't understand why, however. Maybe he wanted to play more?

Your questions quickly were answered however, when he gently lowered you into the middle of his nest and started to circle around you before eventually dropping down, having you sitting against his body. One wing was spread out a bit to give you a roof and contain more of the warmth Predaking's frame produced.

He let out a whirring noise that seemed to resemble a yawn as he tried to comfortably cuddle up closer against you. He curled his body around you more and you couldn't help but coo at how adorable he was acting. Like an overgrown puppy wanting love and attention. And if you couldn't give it to him all the time, he would simply not let you leave. But to be honest, you didn't want to leave him at the moment anyway.

So you simply let yourself fall back asleep, this time in your king's embrace.

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