[MEME] Best quality: HIS WIGGLES

[goldeneyeball]

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IT'S BULLSHIT SNAKE AU TIME!
I WANT TO PLAY THIS DUMB NAGA VERSION OF MY OC AND THAT IS WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN

SOME INFO:
He looks like this: X | X | X | X
Super cute gift art: By Luc | By Stabby

DESCRIPTION
JW is about twenty feet long from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. His skin is purple with green accent patterns. He's got a light tan underbelly. Sometimes I color his hair green and sometimes I color it blonde. I always forget which one I decided on, but it doesn't really matter. He's got yellow eyes and little lines of heat pits under them.

SETTINGS

GAME EVENT AU - Some games don't need much of a reason for shapeshifting events to occur. I've been in a few! Want to work off of established CR? Just assume some temporary bullshit is happening in a game we're already both in! JW is a snek now. Maybe your character is un-changed or maybe they're something else entirely! Up to you.

CANON AU - In his canon, JW has learned to move between worlds. What does he do with this knowledge? He steals shit and then sells it back on earth to antique dealers. Well this time he's gotten ahold of a cursed bangle in the shape of The Ouroboros. It constricted to his wrist and changed his body. Now he's freaked out and acting carelessly and somehow wound up dumping his ass into YOUR character's world.

-Will add more in the future!-

PROMPT IDEAS

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PICK A JW BELOW AND GO TO TOWN!

Comments

[mageyoulook]

"He usually only hisses at Templars and Darkspawn. Or if you step on his tail." He was a rather sensitive cat, given to him by the hero of Ferelden, even if he didn't brag that part. His hand comes up to rub at the cat's ears, the tabby settling into the fluffy pauldrons and purring eventually, Anders hesitantly leaning his staff against the cave wall and sitting across from JW.

"I wasn't going to leave you...Though still, how you got all this way without dying is a mystery to me. Do you even know where you are?" His thoughts went back to the strange magic that had pulled him out in the first place and he considered the coils under him, how he tried to pull the shackle from his wrist, and if he stared long enough, he could tell that was the source of what ever felt so strange about him, or at least the main source. "What is that you're wearing?"

[goldeneyeball]

JW didn't know what a Templar or Darkspawn were, but he was sure he didn't want to be either of them.

"Maybe I tripped over him then."

He really took a moment to study Anders in turn. His dress, his speech, his staff all told him he was far from home--which again, wasn't anything too unusual. But he was glad that he seemed to be accepting the strange with grace. And he was generous too. He could tell the man was staring at him. JW couldn't really blame him though and after a few moments of huffiness, decided not to.

"Not Kansas, I know that much." His eyes fell back to the ouroboros and the very tip of his tail flopped back and forth. "And this...is a mistake, I'm thinking." His eyes moved elsewhere as shame became apparent on his face. "Mommas don't let your babies grow up to be treasure hunters. I think all I need to do is find something to cut it off."

[mageyoulook]

The tabby meowed once, sniffing the air before hopping off Ander's shoulder, curling close to the fire between his owner and JW. Obviously he wasn't too offended by the snake, or else he wouldn't have left at all. That at least helped Ander's shoulders relax a little. Still, the other man was a complete mystery.

"Judging by your accent, you're not Ferelden." Though his eyebrow raises as he reads between the lines, and can't help but grin, shaking his head. "So you stole that. It reeks of magic...I don't think simply cutting it off will help you there. What ever that is, it isn't happy with you." And don't think he'll be touching it either.

Finally settling in a bit, he slides down the rock wall he's created and sighs, heavily, the heat of the fire filling the cave more with the shield of rock, though a breeze did sneak through the cracks, providing oxygen and keeping it from getting too hot. "Anyways, we'll be stuck in here a while. You can tell me all about it, scales. I'm sure it'll be a good comedy."

[goldeneyeball]

"I wouldn't call it stealing." He spread his thin, clawed hands, sparing a moment to look at them as if he'd only just noticed that they changed as well. He patted his face. Man, he needed to find a mirror. He hoped he hadn't gotten any uglier.

"Stealing's such an...ugly word." Even now he was grinning involuntarily. This fellow could see through him like wet tissue paper but JW was just so dedicated to his story. "And besides, the place was abandoned. Cobwebs and dust everywhere."