#but I am also a lizard and need a heat lamp

[ceilingfan5]

🥚for the prompty?

“Babe.”

“I’m not listening, I’m busy.” Taako readjusts the cat bed and the blankets piled on top of it. He puts his hands on his hips and sticks his tongue between his teeth in deep thought, which is unfair, because it gives Kravitz the heart pangs but good. 

“Babe, we cannot raise a dragon egg.” 

“Oh, hang on, I forgot.” Taako clambers over the couch and untangles the heating pad, and adds it to the mess of softness. There’s a glimmer of shining scales in the low light of their shitty lamp that turns off when you bump it, and Kravitz swallows. 

“We–Taako, we live in an apartment.”

“Point being?”

“Taako? Taako, are you hearing yourself??” Kravitz starts pacing again. He can’t watch Taako intently rearrange the blankets and old towels and the cat bed and the heating pad and the left socks that Beans stole and hid in that cat bed. He can’t watch Beans watch Taako with indignation and uninvested interest. He can’t watch the news, muted on the TV, about the missing egg and the heaps and heaps of gold the damn thing is worth. Or the hemorrhoid cream commercial that follows, but that’s because the acting is terrible. “How far back do I need to go? Dragons are living creatures. Dragons are famously dangerous living creatures. Dragons are famously dangerous living creatures that grow up to be very, very, very-” his voice almost cracks, “big.”

“Yuh huh,” Taako says, and heads to the kitchen. Beans follows with a hungry jingle of his collar. Kravitz sighs and joins the party. “But, they’re small for a while. And also, how different are dragons from cats, really? And also also, I’m not intending to keep it for like, forever, forever, you know?”

“I don’t know.” Kravitz leans against the doorway and watches Taako open up a can of the good stuff to placate beans over his pilfered real estate. Beans sings the song of his people, as you do. Taako dumps it on a paper plate, fighting Beans off to get that far, and then plops it on the floor. A little bit of Nasty Gravy gets on the cabinet. Kravitz wishes he didn’t notice. “I don’t know what you’re thinking. You haven’t told me what you’re thinking, and I, unfortunately, am not a mind reader, or a mind scanner, or a mind vibe checker, or-”

“Surely you’ve checked some of my vibes, Krav.” Taako takes a break from being serious about the egg thing to grin gap-toothedly at Kravitz, charming fucker that he is. “Surely you’ve palmed the sacks of my vibes like so many dollar store marbles.”

“They’re hefty for sure,” Kravitz woes. He wants this to be less serious. He wants to not have to be the fun police, for multiple reasons, namely fuck’em, and, followup, fuck’em. He wants to be able to play in this space. But the news and also the dictionary fucking definition of the beast in question has him rattled. “Please. Please label these marbles I am palming. What am I missing here? Because I’m seeing you take a stolen dragon egg into our home, with- with intention to let it hatch and become a blood-thirsty lizard of great stature?” 

Taako clicks his tongue in thought, and gets a paper towel about the gravy situation. A little bit of love escapes the prison of Kravitz’s heart, and oozes. 

“There’s a couple things.”

“I figured.”

Taako wipes the gravy. Beans chows down. Kravitz tries to quell his anxiety, which is rather a lot like telling a tsunami to follow the rules of the road, you rapscallion, can’t you see there’s business to attend to? Harumph. 

“They were gonna sell it to a guy who was gonna make a dragon omelet.” 

“That, sucks, for sure, but it seems both implausible and also-”

“Are you gonna say not my responsibility? Cause the omelet thing is true, and they were picking from a long list of chefs to do it, and-”

“Oh,” Kravitz says.

“Yeah.”

“How do you make a dragon omelet? Isn’t that not even how it w-”

“I don’t care, okay? I couldn’t let it happen. And- And you gotta tell me you wouldn’t let it happen either, okay? A dragon- I mean, chickens, that’s one thing. Ostriches even, fuck ‘em. But a dragon is a fully intelligent creature, right? And this one has been incubating for a long time, Krav, you know what would happen if we cracked it into a sizzling frying pan? Krav? You know what- you know who would have to smell that??” 

Kravitz looks at Taako. Taako very intentionally doesn’t look at Kravitz. 

Kravitz pads over in his house slippers and wraps his arms around Taako. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I get it now.” 

“Go ahead,” Taako sniffs. “Tell me it’s stupid. Tell me it’s none of my business, and also that it’s illegal, and that the police choppers are talking to the landlord company right now, and they’re double mad because the choppers woke them up, so we’re gonna get double evicted, and-”

“Taako,” Kravitz soothes. He kisses his cheek gently. “I’m not above a little crime. Besides.”

“Besides what.” 

“It’s not like it’s going to be apartment sized immediately. We’ve got plenty of time to figure this out.”

They share some calming breaths. It’s dim and quiet in their kitchen, and the only sound is Beans’ collar as he gorges himself on wet food, which is comically familiar and thus relaxing. 

“What if I get attached?” Taako whispers.

“Don’t you dare,” Kravitz replies, sweet as honey butter.

#sorry it has been one Million Years #this school year has been nuts #fan5fics #taakitz #taakitz fic #taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance

[leavingautumn13]

Do you have any burning regrets in life? Also who is your favorite fictional pet and why is it dogmeat?

because dogmeat is the best boy, duh.

as for your first question... the first job i got after i moved out of my bio mom's house was at a pet store. stupid naïve sheltered younger autumn, not quite disillusioned with the capitalist hellscape that is modern america, thought to herself, "a pet store will be a great job for me! i love animals, i'll love getting to work with them every day!"

wrong. (well, okay, i did enjoy getting to pet dogs regularly.)

so, here's the thing about pet stores, or at least the pet store i worked at: ultimately, it's retail, and those animals are products for the company to sell to turn a profit and not, you know, living creatures who deserve care if we're going to be removing them from their natural habitats. it's also, you know, RETAIL. with all that that implies. suffice to say i was made very bitter very quickly.

another thing you should know about me is that my beloved father introduced me to spyro the dragon when i was four years old, and i've loved dragons and all manner of reptiles ever since. naturally, when i started working at the pet store, i got pretty attached to the selection of geckos and bearded dragons and what have you and endeavored to learn everything i could about them. i even bought a beardie and a skink of my own.

anyway, all of this culminated in me being the "reptile person" at the store. if customers had a question about reptile diets, or terrarium care, or whatever, talk to autumn. i was known for sending customers home with big printouts of what the best foods would be, what temperature ranges needed to be, etc. and if i didn't have that information out of pocket, well, i'd take them up to the register and look it up for them. i was a damn good employee.

so one day, i'm in the reptile section, and this super sweet lesbian couple is talking to me about wanting to purchase a bearded dragon. we're going over heat lamp requirements and how you definitely can't have a baby beardie on sand because of the ingestion and compaction risk, when this middle aged man steps between us and demands my attention. no waiting for a pause, no "excuse me," just bursts right in with his question. this might be petty of me, but i thought it was pretty rude, and to be honest i don't even remember what he asked, but i directed him on his way and got back to helping the couple.

once i get the couple sorted with their tank, substrate, uvb and heating lamps and accessories, etc, i let them know i'll meet them at the register once i've wrangled their little dragon, and that we can get their food situation sorted once we get up there, since live bugs were kept behind the register. so i do so, lizard in his little carry box, but there's a line. no worries, i hop on and help my coworker check people out.

middle aged dude from earlier is also in line, and actually DIRECTLY in line before the couple. i get him and his lady friend checked out, and the lesbian couple approaches the register. i turn around and grab the box of small dubia roaches, which in my somewhat professional opinion are the best starter food for a little beardie, since they've got a higher protein-to-chitin ratio than mealworms or crickets. the caveat though is they're more expensive, so i'm about to try and make a hard sale to these two nice ladies to please buy some cockroaches.

i've got the box open, and i have to dig around for a dubia because there were only about a half dozen left. (they go really quickly, even being .5 USD per bug. like i said, good eating.) but now i've got one in my hand and am holding it up to show the nice lesbians, and they're going "oohhh" and leaning into look at it and whatever.

middle aged guy from before and his lady friend overhear me talking about bugs, and for whatever reason, turn around halfway to the door. they come back to the register and get in the nice lesbian couples' space, and lady friend says,

"that's DISGUSTING! you'd have that in your HOUSE?? i could NEVER have something so gross in my home!"

here's another thing you've got to know about me. i was in the gifted program as a kid but got shit grades in school and was always getting in trouble for reading during class. but i was a girl child, so instead of the adhd diagnosis i needed (and actually only got last year, FINALLY), i got told i had all of this potential i was wasting.

but it's not that, the potential was never there, whatever. i just have adhd. it makes me, let's say, the tiniest bit impulsive.

i look this lady in the eye. i smile. "actually," i say, leaping to the defense of one of my favorite invertebrates, "they're an excellent source of protein."

i am about to eat that cockroach in front of her, in front of the nice lesbians, in front of my coworker tom, in front of the whole damn line, just to ruin this lady's entire fucking day.

but.

but. i only have six roaches left. and i really want to make this sale. and like i said--dubias are pricey for bugs.

i don't eat the roach.

and that is my burning regret. fuck that company and fuck its profits, and especially fuck working retail in the first place. i should have eaten that cockroach.

#thanks for the ask! <3 #autumn.ask

[baekhyunx-ia]

"Oh hey huney! I am the nurse here at the academy, so please come whenever you feel ill- can you come by now for a check-in:?"

"Of course, I can," Baekhyun answered without hesitation. He's never been to a nurse before. He feels the most ill in winter. Baekhyun will never forget how panicked his newest human friend became when he noticed Baekhyun becoming less energetic. His friend had thrown him into their greenhouse during the day and kept their home as warm as they could stand during the night. They even bought him one of those heating lamps for lizards. Baekhyun isn't ashamed to say he likes the heating lamp a lot. He even brought it with him to the academy.

"My name is Baekhyun; what can I call you?" He asked the lovely nurse as he stood in their office. He wasn't sure if they wanted him to sit on one of the chairs or if they wanted him to sit on the bed. Baekhyun also can't help but wonder how many Sunsprites have been to the academy. If he needs help in the winter, can he come here? Will they know how to treat him? Baekhyun doesn't think he'll be able to lock himself in the greenhouse on campus. He should ask his teachers if he can bring his lizard lamp to class in the winter. It's better to ask these questions now while there is time to prepare.

#baekhyunx-ia #belle-lilith-ia #insolitus academy #asks

[salamispots]

was in a blue mood I guess for this week haha

#sunday spits #artists on tumblr #daily spitpaint #speedpaint #literally 2/3 of these are from the same topic #which reminds me I almost never post spits on insta #-starts digging through and picking ones I like from this year- #also it's COLD #vERY NICE #but I am also a lizard and need a heat lamp

[kaijutegu]

hey, im asking this again as im not sure if my ask was eaten or not! never got a notification saying it was answered. if it was answered then just message me with the link because my scatterbrain probably missed it.

I was wondering about the proper way to look after a tegu. ive heard you're supposed to have a separate room for them that has substrate, UVB, hides, etc., and that although they can roam they cant live like a dog or a cat does in a house. what's your wisdom on this? if the internet is correct im interested in the setup you have for kaiju!!

I REMEMBER YOU the original answer is buried in half-finished drafts! This is the problem with me: i want to talk about tegus all of the time but my ADHD says “yes but what if you talked about A MILLION OTHER THINGS” and unfortunately sometimes that means I have… look, my drafts are a hot mess. Let’s leave it at that. But now it’s almost 5 am and I have BOUNDLESS ENERGY so let’s! do! the basics!

So! Tegus should not have their own room. They should not free roam full time in your house. Here is why:

You are a human being and you cannot maintain 80% humidity and 120 degree surface temperatures in your human house. If you try this, you will have severe rot. The portion of the house you attempt to keep that humid will fall apart. You MIGHT be able to do this in a basement with a drain, but honestly even then it’s just not worth it because you are still going to have hella lighting problems. See, rooms are built for humans, meaning high ceilings. But to properly use a UV light for reptiles, it’s got to be much closer to them so they can actually absorb the UV! more on that in a sec.

Tegus need an enclosure. You can do a big ol’ melamine/pvc one, or you can use a grow tent. I use a grow tent. I HIGHLY recommend grow tents for tegus because grow tents were designed to keep heat and humidity in. They weigh less than pvc/melamine and they come in lots of different sizes. You will not be fighting a losing battle to keep the substrate damp in a grow tent. And you must have substrate! (Another thing you… probably don’t have in your human house is a foot-deep floor of mulch.) Reason for this: Tegus burrow and they sleep in those burrows. They need to be breathing warm, wet air at night. It’s how their lungs stay healthy.

(Now: if you live in, say, Fl- no wait they’re illegal there

California, southern California. If you live there, you could do an outdoor enclosure OR if you had a porch, you could basically give over the porch to the tegu… provided it’s the kind of porch with waist-high wood paneling, because they will bust RIGHT through window screening. You’ll still need to give them a giant pile of dirt in which to burrow, but if the climate is right, this sort of thing is doable.)

Tegus also need access to UV lighting for several hours a day! This is so that they can properly digest their food. But tegus are often stealthy animals who want to hide under your bookcase, so even if you HAVE a hot spot with a UV lamp set up, you cannot guarantee that they will use it- and you cannot explain to them that they need to sit under this specific light or else they will die. So you gotta contain them! It’s for their own good!

And no, putting UV lights in all your fixtures won’t work. The light can only be 12-18 inches away max from the lizard, otherwise the rays are too weak.

That said: your tegu will be so, SO much happier if you let them out to explore and to hang out with you. Tegus are not social like we think of social mammals but they benefit enormously from spending time with people they trust. It helps fulfill their intellectual needs- they need to have things to get into! There’s a huge evolutionary benefit for curiosity in tegus because they are omnivorous scavengers, and an innate willingness to try new things often means they can access food sources other animals cannot. And it helps them feel secure, and that’s a big deal. Tegus aren’t domesticated. We didn’t selectively breed them for friendliness, and so every interaction we have with them can be an opportunity to help build trust. At this point, I can do virtually anything with Kaiju because she’s learned that she can trust me. That’s a big deal, and it couldn’t have happened if I didn’t let her out and interact with her a lot.

So. Compromise! Make time each day to hang out with your tegu, but make sure that they’re sleeping in their cage, and that they’re in their cage after they eat. Also make sure they don’t get cold. I’ve found that it’s better to have multiple short outings each day rather than one big long one.

Does that cover it? Lemme know, I can answer more!

#reptile #lizard #tegu #kaiju

[thedailycourtney]

If you’ve been around here for awhile, you likely know I am a summer person, through and through. I love heat, I love sun, love spending an entire weekend in my swimsuit.

That being said, I can’t put into words how much I appreciate the seasons, and the changes they bring. 

My dog is directly responsible for this. 

He’s a big, energetic breed - he needs an outlet for that energy. I take him on at least three* (mile-ish) walks a day, no matter the conditions. I’m so grateful to him, for opening my eyes to nature, in a way I’m not sure I would have noticed on my own. 

I see, in spring, the very first daffodil shoots - sometimes bare ground in the morning, and like four inches of green in the afternoon. I know that my neighbor’s willow is always the first tree to get little green buds, at the very top. We watch the peony progression, emerging from the ground like asparagus, turning into the most gorgeous flower. An entirely green, dewy field in the morning is full of dandelions in the late afternoon. Would you look at all those wishes?! I can’t think of anything to wish for, except to be right there.

In summer, our walks are about the critters. Deer. Frogs and toads. Turtles, snakes, lizards. It’s impossible to walk our neighborhood without multiple encounters with wildlife, even if it’s just a perfect orb weaver web, or an opportunistic toad under a street lamp. But! Also. The very first little green tomato. Have you ever seen how cute a little baby cucumber is?!

I see the first yellow leaf, and the last red leaf. I watch in almost real time as the woods shrinks from an impenetrable wall, to a bunch of naked tree skeletons. And the mushrooms! Morels are in the spring, and yes, they’re great, but have you ever had fall chanterelles? (If you ever want to have a good time, look up the names of some mushrooms - dog vomit, bearded tooth, weedy lady, lion’s mane, death cap, destroying angels - and yet, you mostly want to avoid the simply named Little Brown Mushrooms.)

In the winter, it’s quiet. I cannot believe I’m saying this, but I love our winter walks the most. Just me and my dog, and sometimes a coyote, or a raccoon, or a possum, in almost total silence and stillness. 

More than that, I never knew how much I need, I crave, fresh air. I need space and room, and outside. I need to look at the stars on a clear, cold night, and just breathe in, and be nowhere else but in that moment. I need to watch the world, the woods, or the small neighborhood pond, wake up, watch as it goes from almost night to ... not. My walks with Jack are the best thing that has ever happened to me, for my soul.

We didn’t see a single other person on the trail this morning. So peaceful, so quiet. I say that he needs this, but I need it just as much.

#*he doesn't get three in the summer because he hates the heat #so he gets a crack of dawn walk and one when the sun goes down which is usually right at my bedtime #seasons and shit #I could go on and on and on some more about this

[gureishi]

hey there~ got something a little different for you this time :3c

[if you are comfortable sharing this sort of thing...] HCs for how Saeyoung (and any version of Saeran, if you wanna do that too) would react to/feel about... 3 or more of your more specific/unique habits (or side interests, such as my thing with carnivorous plants).

hope this isnt too confusing haha 😅 Also hope you are having a lovely day 😌💖

[417]

Ahhhhh you’re so sweet to ask me this, my friend. What a lovely question. I hope you are having a good day today, dear ♡♡

1

I’ll start with what is perhaps my most obvious unique interest: I am a Crazy Lizard Chick. I have a one-year-old bearded dragon, and I love him a lot. Soulie—the lizard—has a 120 gallon enclosure, which I put together myself. He’s got UVB and a heat lamp and a ceramic heat emitter, and they’re all on dimmers and timers and need to be at specific temperatures at different times of the day. The lizard gets daily baths. I make him special salads with all his favorite greens. Basically, I spend a lot of time on like...lizard stuff.

Saeyoung’s never particularly thought about lizards before. He likes animals, generally. He never thought he’d get to have a pet, though he loves the idea of it. He certainly didn’t expect to get a girlfriend and a pet lizard at the same time. But here I am!

I get sort of crazed about lizard facts. I need to know everything. I’m in lots of lizard groups; I’ve done a ton of research. I’ve spent a lot of time trying out different equipment to get my little guy’s temperatures and humidity just right. And Saeyoung—Saeyoung understands about this sort of fixation. He does this, too: he’ll throw his whole self into an interest (his cars! the robots!) and become so focused he forgets about everything else. We have this in common. I think he’d find it kind of cute that I sometimes spend hours reading articles comparing two different brands of UVB bulbs. He’d flop onto the couch beside me and gaze at me with his beautiful big eyes—and when I tell him he’s too distracting, he’d smile and kiss my cheek and curl up into the cushions and pretend to play on his phone (while totally still watching me). He wants attention, sure—but he also likes how I look when I’m focusing, I think.

...Until I ignore him for too long, of course. Then he’s back, and he’s in my lap, and I’ve got to stop what I’m doing and pet his pretty hair.

2

Here’s a slightly more serious one. I have OCD, and though it’s pretty well managed at this point in my life, I’ve still got some funny little compulsions—ones I barely even notice anymore. For example, before I get into bed at night, I need to check that the stove is off, the door is locked, and the lizard’s temperatures are right—and I have to do all of this three times. It’s something I don’t even think about when I’m doing it, but Saeyoung’s a smart and observant boy and would probably pick up on it right away. He understands about being cautious—but there’s just no chance of anything going wrong in his home. It’s all pretty much programmed to take care of itself. I’d have to tell him that it doesn’t work that way: that knowing, rationally, that everything is fine doesn’t actually alleviate my anxiety (because anxiety, by nature, isn’t rational). This would drive him crazy. He wants to fix it: he wants to make all the bad feelings go away. He’d offer to make me anything I want: an app so I can check all of this without getting out of bed! An auto-turnoff system for the stove! But indulging the compulsions doesn’t do any good, either. 

Let me have this, I’d tell him. It’s not hurting anyone. So he would: he’d sit up in bed waiting for me, and when I’m done he’d open his arms and let me curl up against him. Are we gonna die tonight? he’d ask—because playfulness helps me; because if he can speak about these things in a lighthearted way, then I feel a little bit safer. We’re not, I’d tell him. I made sure of it. So he’d kiss my forehead and tell me I’m doing a good job. I don’t need to be fixed—I just need to be reassured that I’m doing okay.

3

On a lighter note: I have no self-control, and even though I one hundred percent can’t afford it, I can’t walk into a drug store (like a Rite Aid or a CVS) without buying something dumb. Even if I know I just need to get, like, soap, I will walk out with a bright pink liquid lipstick. If we need cleaning supplies? Oops: I bought a set of crappy acrylic nails. Picking up a prescription? Got it! And also a cup with a twirly straw.

This is a pretty annoying habit, to be honest—but I actually think Saeyoung would find it kind of charming. Oh, he’d tease me for it: I’d come back from the store and he’d glance up from his phone, wiggle his eyebrows, and ask me if I brought home a rocket ship, or a flame thrower, or a live cow. No, I’d tell him. Just this decorative pinwheel.

But I never spend a lot of money, because I’ve never had it—just enough to get that little serotonin boost from buying something I shouldn’t. And he is just like me: impulsive and sometimes careless. But we make use of things. Neither one of us likes anything to go to waste. So we will try on the new lipstick together—and he will do my nails, and we’ll drink only out of the cups with the twirly straws. And he’ll take the decorative pinwheel and install some wires and turn it into a beautiful clock that really tells time. Neither one of us is practical, necessarily—but we’re great at taking nothing and making it something good.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #707 #asks #417 #four! <3 #aaaaaand I only wrote about saeyoung cause this got LONG #ooooops

[namelessgnome]

Buyers Beware: Captive Born Reptiles (A store full of animal abuse and neglect)

Let me just preface by saying this: Out of ALL the various pet stores I've been to in my 5 years of owning exotic lizards this store in particular had to have been the most vile, dirty, neglectful place ive stepped foot in. I am genuinely surprised it has not been shut down yet. This post is to serve as a cautionary tale and warning to anyone who walks though those doors looking to purchase a reptile. Even if you are not in the Columbus Ohio area, PLEASE REBLOG THIS. The word needs to get out about how shitty this place is. PLEASE REPORT THIS PLACE TO THE POLICE FOR ANIMAL CRUELTY AND GET IT SHUT DOWN. 

Captive Born Reptiles is a reptile establishment run by people who do not know what proper husbandry is. When I set foot into the store I was greeted with the smell of ammonia, bleach, piss, and what I can only describe as death. This store is not cleaned regularly (despite what you might be lead to believe by the open bleach water container sitting among the feeder insect tanks and closed tub of rats sold as “feeders”) judging by the conditions of both the floors and counters, but the most disturbing thing was the conditions of the tanks and animals. 

This was a picture taken off of the google reviews since I would not take any myself. Almost all of the reptile enclosures were like this one and in various states of filth. Many of the tanks were empty to start off with, but the ones that were not contained lethargic, sick animals. There were a few tanks, im not sure what they contained, were bioactive and were filled with cobwebs and plants within varying stages of rot. Almost all of these enclosures did not contain any form of UVB or heat-lamp regardless of species. Leopard geckos, Bearded dragons, ball pythons, and other reptiles had no form of UVB or visible heat lamp. And what I mean by visible is that most tanks had no form of heat. 

I would also like to point out that almost ALL of the tanks have no form of tank decor, basking ledges, or anything for the lizards to hide in that is opaque. Its mostly just a bare-bones tank with the weird mystery substrate in it, woodchips, or in the case of aquatic or semi-aquatic no substrate at all. Tanks with turtles often have stagnate water with a greenish tint (due to lack of filter) which is honestly fucking disgusting. And many of the tanks are often littered with shit, insect corpses, or an unholy combination of both. 

To also speak more on the conditions of the animals, many of them In the store seem to have some sort of weight or other underlying health issue possibly stemming from their living conditions. As I mentioned before the store smells strongly of a combination of chemicals, and waste. Other animals, such as their large albino Burmese Python, seem to be suffering from mouth rot or the beginnings of some sort of infection. I have a Tokay myself. He currently (at the time of writing) is battling a systemic infection. He at his skinniest never lost this much weight. I have seen a sick Tokay and this one is on death’s door. it is skinny, discolored, and looks like it very much needs some form of vet care (as do the rest of the animals.) I even saw a Nile monitor that looked to be dead (it was half buried under it coconut fiver substrate face down) in its enclosure. And judging by the smell, there was probably others.

Not to even mention that the owner has already gotten in trouble with the law on multiple occasions for bringing crocodiles and pythons to a childs daycare. This was mostly for an ‘educational program’ he decided to conduct for a daycare without having any permits, or license to do so. He hangs redoric all over his shops walls about how great he is and how terrible places like the Columbus Zoo, Humane Society, and other animal rights/conservation groups are. They were all rather preachy and had virtually nothing do do with how to take care of a pet correctly, only defending his right to keep massive pythons. He does not care that he is slowly killing these animals by taking care of them incorrectly, he only seems to care that he has them. They are likened to possessions more than living things.

Despite MANY MANY negative reviews, this place still continues to stay open. 

This place, in the most simplest of terms is fucking horrible. It needs shut down, and should not be bought from. This place is full of neglect, animal abuse, and ran by a homophobic excuse of a man who only cares about his right to have potentially dangerous reptiles without knowing how to care for them AT ALL. DO NOT shop here. Report this place to the police. The word needs out here and this place needs to be shut down for good and this man barred from owning exotics.  

#reptile psa #reptile #reptblr #snakeblr #snekblr #herpblr #ball python #bearded dragon #leopard gecko #burmese python #abuse #neglect #animal neglect #animal abuse #Captive Born reptiles #peta #animal rights #help #signal boost #lizard #snake #gecko #turtles #reptile husbandry #husbandry #exotic #exotics #exotic reptiles #bad breeder #reptile breeder

[iglooface]

Things regular lizards get to have that I am jealous of:

Heating lamp. 39/10 I love those. I also love when we get baby chickens bc they too need a heating lamp and it gives me an excuse to be near unto it. Hold chicken. Chicken near heat lamp. Heat lamp warm. Chicken warm.

Heating pads for the bottom of the enclosure. Hhhhhhh warmm. I desire to lay on one

Heating rocks. Basking is a top tier activity

Substrate. Domesticated dirt. Feels good to touch

Vine and moss. Self explanatory

Caretakers who love and appreciate them

Sun spots. Goes hand in hand with heat lamp

Stone house. So stone like and wonderful

Sand. So nice. Have you ever buried yourself in sand? Very warm and cozy. 13/10 would recommend

Any form of humidity. I love humidity. Mist is my jam

Cute plant decorations to coexist with. Nice oxygen. Plant are friend

Claws and scales. Good texture and very useful

Friends, occasionally

Those really cool stone water bowls. You ever bask in water under a sun spot? Immaculate. I love napping in domesticated water

Being fed regularly and having a healthy diet. Not sure what that's like but it sounds festive

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Night With A Wizard

(Story Post)

Nari had been on two dates so far with Diederich. This night was their third, and Diederich had invited Nari over to his own place this time. When he came off transit dressed in his best in front of the cheapest apartment complex he'd ever seen in this century, Nari was starting to get worried. He almost preferred Nathan's cabin. But Diederich met him at his door wearing decadent robes, an equally decadent pointed hat, and essentially giving off modern D&D vibes. Glancing into his home from the hall revealed nothing special, a hall with coat rack and closet, but after being invited in, crossing the threshold revealed a much more expansive space filled with Ghibli-esque wonders and trinkets. Plants clung to many surfaces throughout the home, glass containers filled with multicoloured substances were scattered throughout, books of all sizes, both mass produced and hand bound, were everywhere on shelves and in stacks from floor to ceiling, and a smell was in the air like a mix of floral aroma and baking. Diederich stood watching Nari as his tried to act unsurprised by the wizard’s abode. The vampire moved about like he wasn’t trying to stare, but when a chameleon suddenly revealed itself right in front of a flower he’d been looking at, he couldn’t help a gasp. “That’s Roscoe,” Diederich said. His Austrian accent was always bubbly and curious around Nari. He thought it was cute. “He likes you.” “I’m not…” Nari tilted his head. “I’m not partial to lizards.”

“Oh boy, well… There’s a few more around…” Diederich rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll round them up. Wait right here for a second.” Nari rubbed his arm and waited while Diederich whistled around, bringing out a couple more chameleons from hiding, as well as an iguana, a pair of geckos, and a snake. He brought them all into a back room full of foliage and heat lamps, before coming back rubbing his neck. “Do you like cats?” Diederich asked. “Yes.” “Awesome. Okay, hold on…” Diederich went back to the room and called out. “Kaffee!” After a moment he returned with long legged cat in his arms, its eyes and big rounded ear poised on Nari. “That’s…not a housecat,” Nari stated. “She’s a Savannah cat,” Diederich said, placing the large animal in Nari’s arms. “She’s very friendly.” Nari looked at her as the cat sat hung limp in his hands. “Is she legal?” “Yep,” Diederich smiled and rubbed Kaffee’s head. “Not in Alberta, but we’re not in Alberta.” “Right…” “Would you like something to drink?” Diederich asked, motioning to the kitchen. “I doubt you’ll have what I—Oh.” Diederich had opened his fridge and Nari immediately recognised the iron rich smell of his lifeline. His eyes slitted and fangs sprung out. “That smells very fresh…” “Pigs blood is important for some of my study,” Diederich said, taking out a small container. “Hard to find…” “I have an arrangement with a butcher…” Nari said, going and sitting down at a table. Kaffee curled up on his lap. “Really? Any chance I could get in on that?” Diederich asked. “I have this whole thing I've planned which needs a couple pints.” “...Maybe,” Nari said. “I'm not too keen on sharing my supply, if you understand but I think I can make an exception.” “Oh, I get it, sorry,” Diederich said. “Just if there's ever extra...” “It's alright. I'll talk to him,” Nari said. He was looking at Diederich, squinting. “Um... You look different today. I just can't remember what...” Diederich shrugged. “I haven't changed my look. Maybe the hat? I know the hat's a bit much...” He slipped it off. “No, that's not it,” Nari stated. “And I like the hat.” “No, it's silly... Oh, I know!” Diederich put his hat away in his pocket and pulled out his glasses. He put them on and smiled. “That's it. You were always wearing your glasses,” Nari stated. “Are they corrective? You should wear them.” “Oh no, it's not like that. I can see clearer without them,” Diederich said taking them off. “I wear them to focus in class.” “You blind yourself on purpose to focus?” Nari tried to understand. “No, not blind. The first thing that happened when my power was born was I gained the ability to see beyond the human spectrum of colour. It is very distracting,” Diederich said. “My glasses bring me back.” “Oh. So is this the first time you're seeing me like this?” Nari asked. Diederich nodded. “...Yes. I hoped to give you a similar experience. That's why I put on my best wizardlies.” He smoothed out his tunic and robes. “I picked the most colourful so we can be colourful together.” Nari smiled and took in a good look at the outfit. The robes were threaded with pinks, blues, purples, greens. Gold hems adorned it. Anyone in their right mind would think it gaudy, but in the moment Nari found it rather beautiful. “I like it.” “Thank you,” Diederich said. “Now that you’ve had a chance to admire it, it’s all a little heavy so I'm gonna take it off.” “Yeah, don't burden yourself,” Nari said. Diederich took off his robe and tunic leaving only a loose tank top. He stuffed the excess clothing into a cupboard. “Anyway... Um, oh, I was getting your drink.” Nari nodded and watched as Diederich poured out a glass for him. “I don't know how you take it. Is this fine?” Diederich asked holding up the glass. “Yes, that's fine,” Nari said, trying to hold back his urge to rip the glass from Diederich's hand. “Please, let me have it sooner than later.” Diederich nodded. “Of course. Here.” He handed it over quickly. “Wouldn't want to get between a vampire and blood, am I right?” Nari drank down the glass quickly, hungrily. Blood dribbled down the corner of his mouth as finished it off. Diederich watched, admiring him. When he was done, he handed him a napkin. Nari took it and wiped his face. “I just remembered why I don't like feeding in front of others...” “I'm sorry, should I not have offered?” Diederich asked. “No, I appreciate it... I didn't bring anything with me.” Nari rubbed Kaffee's ears. “I just get a little embarrassed... Bloodlust isn't a good side of me.” “Don't be embarrassed,” Diederich stated. “I want to get to know you.” Nari played with Kaffee's feet. “...I want to be very plain with you.” “Please. Speak your mind,” Diederich went to get himself a cup of juice. “I'd hate for us to miscommunicate.” Nari nodded. “First... I had no intention of dating again in this life.” “Oh?” Diederich tilted his head. “I don’t take more than one partner per life...” Nari stated. “Until this time, I guess.” “I'm honoured,” Diederich answered, sitting at the table with him. “This isn't easy for me,” Nari said. “I don't know how much more time I'll spend here. You can't expect me to commit to a long life with you.” “Okay,” Diederich said. “Can I ask what limits you to these ‘lives'?” “It's my immortality,” Nari said. “If I stayed with one partner too long, it'd become too apparent the difference in our aging. I've watched too many people die. I don't like the front row seat.” “I see...” Diederich rubbed his chin. “But what if your partner was also immortal?” Nari huffed. “I'd never date a vampire... They're absolutely... Ugh.” “I didn't mean a vampire, silly,” Diederich chuckled. “You say that like you're not aware of other immortals. Like Syd for example.” “I wouldn't date a dragon either,” Nari said. “I'm not asking you to. Nari, I stopped aging,” Diederich stated. “I'm sixty-seven.” Nari frowned. “...How convenient.” Diederich smiled. “...I guess.” “So are you only dating me because I'm immortal then?” Nari asked. “Because I'm not going to break my life cycles for you.” “No, but I understand how you feel,” Diederich said. “I like you. I really do. You have some of the most beautiful colours, and I like an honest, if not a bit blunt, person.” Nari would blush if he could. “I can't promise anything.” “I understand.” Diederich smiled. “I can though. Anything you need from me.” Nari sighed. “Okay. Anyway, I wasn't done explaining myself.” “I'm all ears.” Nari opened his hands. “If you had any intent on having children, you can't with me. I can't have them.” “Oh?” Diederich said. “I mean, I'm not saying that was at the front of my mind, but it's interesting that you brought it up.” “I have tried to have children more times than I want to remember,” Nari said. “I can't. This body can't do it. But that doesn't mean I can't get pregnant. I can, but I refuse to. It is hell. I have heard every excuse. We will use protection or never meet in bed.” Diederich nodded slowly. “Understood.” “Good.” “Is there anything else?” Nari shook his head. “Not really.” Diederich smiled. “Can I ask a couple questions?” “Sure.” “I'm the second partner in this lifetime, right?” Diederich said. “Why are you breaking your rule?” Nari clenched his jaw, not really wanting to answer. “Alright, if you don't want to tell me...” “I don't... But I will. I've never had a relationship end like it did this time around... It has left me with too many years left. And my friends don't want to see me punish myself for the rest of this time.” “Good to know. So it wasn't my striking good looks that made you change your mind,” Diederich joked. Nari shrugged. “You're cute for a white boy, I guess.” “Gee, thanks.” “You wanted me to be honest.” “I know, I know.” Diederich rubbed his neck. “Would you like to see some magic?” “Sure.” Diederich grinned and stood up quickly, offering his hand. “Come with me.” Nari put Kaffee on the ground and took Diederich's hand to get up. The wizard took him to the room where he'd put all his lizards, and Nari braced himself as he opened the door. To his surprise, it opened up to a rooftop looking over the city. Except it wasn’t the city they'd just been in. This city was illuminated with broad daylight at eight p.m. and Nari flinched at first, but where they were, the sun didn't reach them from under a canopy. Nari stared out at the buildings with the familiar writing plastering monikers everywhere. “...Is that Seoul?” Nari asked, his heart pounding. Diederich nodded. “I like to visit for the yupdduk.” Nari just stood there staring out at his home country, a small sense of homesickness jumping to his throat. He reached an arm out, to make sure it wasn't a trick picture, but he was met with no resistance, and he could even smell the scents of food being cooked nearby. He pulled his arm back in. “Close it.” Diederich closed the door and opened it again to show it was just the jungle like room again. “What do you think?” Nari rolled his lips then looked at Diederich smiling a bit. “...That's very impressive. But I'm from Suwon.” “Of course, I didn't presume to think you were from Seoul, I just figured the capital would be interesting to show you,” Diederich said. “Okay.” Nari smiled. “So what kind of magic was that?” “It's a portal spell,” Diederich said. “Took me three years to learn properly. Kept opening up portals in the wrong place. Imagine my surprise when I open the door and get greeted by the Great Barrier Reef.” “...Can you swim?” Nari asked. “Yes, thankfully...” Diederich smiled. “My landlord wasn't very happy though...” “Why do you live in such a decrepit building anyway?” Nari asked. “I get that you can do this whole...space magic stuff, but are you broke or something?” “No, no... This building is actually built on a ley line,” Diederich said. “My magic flows naturally in this area.” “So... If another place went for sale on the ley line...?” “I dunno, I'm pretty well established here...” Diederich admitted, chuckling. “Why? Plan on finding a place together?” “Not immediately, no.” “It was a joke... You'd actually want to live with me?” Diederich inquired. “If we start a relationship, it's a natural course of action, isn't it?” Nari said. “I guess... I just... Most people don't talk about moving in with each other on the third date,” Diederich said. “They usually don't bring up children either, but I told you I wanted to be plain,” Nari stated. “Well... Can I be plain?” “Of course.” “I really want to stop talking and just kiss you right now.” “Oh... Okay, please do.”

#lore #Nari #Diederich #vampire #wizard #sorry it's been a while

[fins-n-swag]

(all I’ve learned while researching) Pac Man frog care masterpost

Seriously why has nobody done this.

Disclaimer: I am getting my first frog on January 4/5 2020. This will of course be updated with personal experience but for now just what I’ve found online.

Feel free to add/correct me on anything

The pac man frog: aka cornwells horned frog or Amazon horned frog

(albino variety)

First things first: prepare to spend a lot on pacmans. Like with any animal, they require the proper care and that can get expensive.

Pacmans are pretty hefty bois, with males reaching 4-5 inches and females reaching up to 8, keeping a circular shape. This means a bigger enclosure. Right now I have a ten gallon set up but I am prepared to upgrade if my frog outgrows. Aim for 10+ gallons.  Floor space is most important as pacmans are a borrowing species. They require a minimum of 2 inches of substrate to submerse themselves in. They are an ambush predator, meaning they will sit and wait up to their eyes in substrate for the perfect meal to come wandering along. They can sit like this for days, even weeks at a time, perhaps only moving from one side of the enclosure to the other. Coconut fiber works best as it doesn’t clump, and is easier for them to burrow into.  Just because they are a burrowing species doesn’t mean they don’t need water. All frogs need water. They require a large water dish full of dechlorinated water. Dechlorinaters remove all the harmful chemicals and metals in your tap water and makes it safe for squishy critters like fish, amphibians and reptiles. Pick one up at your local pet store.  Here’s a good one: https://www.amazon.com/Seachem-Prime-Fresh-Saltwater-Conditioner/dp/B0002A5WPQ/ref=asc_df_B0002A5WPQ/?tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=df0&hvadid=167116240456&hvpos=1o2&hvnetw=g&hvrand=16562266558803356605&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9032457&hvtargid=pla-310002621828&psc=1

PLEASE wash out your frogs water dish everyday, because it will also be their bathroom.

Speaking of water, Pac mans require high humidity. To create humidity in your frog buddies enclosure, simply spray it down at least once a day with dechlorinated water. Evaporated water = humidity. They like it between 50-80 percent. Get yourself a hydrometer, like a thermometer for humidity! I got a digital combo hydrometer/thermometer.

Humidity: https://pacmanfrogcare101.com/pacman-frog-humidity/

Heat is not optional. Pacmans are a tropical species. They like temperature in the mid 70′s low 80′s. If the room you’re keeping them in stays consistently in this range, then you shouldn’t need one. But if your room is like mine and is usually cold, get a heat mat. Stick it on the side above the substrate, so the Pacman can burrow to cool off if needed. Don’t put the heat mat next to the water dish, that can create mold, algae, nasty stuff. Don’t put it underneath the tank, especially not without spacers. (Elevates the tank slightly to keep it from resting on the cord) that can dry out the substrate and burn your froggy! An 8 watt mat is good for 10-20 gallons. This was the most expensive single item I got, but it’s very worth it not to freeze my frog. Pacmans also so not like mid-high 80′s. A thermometer and thermostat (to regulate the heat mat) are recommended.

The heat mat I got: https://zoomed.com/reptitherm-under-tank-heater-u-t-h/

Once again put it on the side.

I don’t recommend heat lamps because I’ve read it can dry out the frog/enclose too quickly. Pacmans don’t require much light, so a lamp is not necessary.

Pacmans are not a social species. They will eat anything else in their enclosure, including other pacmans. Don’t risk it. Even if they are the same size, one will try to eat the other and end up choking to death. Other frogs/ lizards will end up as dinner, for the love of god don’t try to set up females together.

Pacman mouths are the width of their head, they will eat anything. Hence the name Pacman frog. Their bits can and will draw blood, so feeding tongs are recommended.

(Everything I got for mine I got at joshs frogs. Highly recommended.)

Pacmans eat live food. A good staple would be crickets (what I’m doing) or Dubuia roaches. I’ve read adults will also eat pinkie mice and feeder fish, but I haven’t looked into it. A staple is what you would feed most regularly. Supplemented can be anything from hornworms to red worms to waxworms. Pretty much any feeder insect. To prevent bone deficiency, dust your bugs with calcium and vitamin supplements. “But trickster”, you say, “that seems unnecessary”. ““Petco says they’re fine without”. NO! Exotic pets, may it be reptiles, amphibians, or aquatic animals don’t get the same vitamins and nutrients in captivity that they do in the wild. It’s up to us to give them the best healthiest life possible.  Also, don’t trust petco/smart. The corporate only care about the sales, not the animals. And the employees are clueless, which can mean serious damage to your pets. Do your own research. calcium: https://www.joshsfrogs.com/rep-cal-ultrafine-calcium-with-vitamin-d3.html

Vitamins:https://www.joshsfrogs.com/herptivite-multivitamin.html

Seriously, you put the feeders in a container with 1:1 with these dusts, shakey shakey and boom, dusted with all the good stuff. 2-3 times a week, more if you get a baby. It’s 12$ for the both of them shell out the cash and give your frog the best life possible.

How to dust: https://youtu.be/hlDzjmyVTWM

1/2 inch (or medium) crickets for babies. Feed them what they will eat, 3 one night, 2 the next? Great. Not hungry for a day? Fine. If your frog is refusing food for multiple days that’s a problem. But 4-5 crickets every other day (for babies) should be fine. Once again, not an expert and feeding will be the first thing I report on when I get my frog.

Full size crickets for adults, feed them 2-3 crickets every other day. I’ve read that should be good.

Hides and plants should be provided. Don’t just throw your new baby I. There with substrate and a water dish. It’s ugly, it’s boring, it’s not stimulating for the frog. Get some hides for the frog! There are so many different types, go wild. Just make sure it’s big enough for the frog or they won’t use it. Get some plastic plants while your at it. Make it a jungle! If you want get some live plants and make a Vivarium! Do more research on these however.  Joshs frogs has care sheets, care videos, and a huge selection of decor, frogs, reptiles and supplies. (I swear it’s not sponsored)

https://www.joshsfrogs.com

Now to the best part: choosing your frog!

(Send me pictures !) Pacmans come in all different morphs and colors, from bright green to brown to bright red. The one pictured is an albino. I’m planning on getting an albino or red type. I’m a sucker for red frogs. They all have identical care requirements. The only thing that’ll change is the price.

Tomato frogs are a very similar frog, that require virtually the same requirements. They, however, can be housed together and their mouths are much smaller.

More sources:

https://www.joshsfrogs.com/catalog/blog/2019/01/pac-man-frog-care-sheet-includes-fantasy-frogs-c-cranwelli-and-c-ornata/

https://pacmanfroginfo.weebly.com/facts.html

#pac man #pac man frog care #pac man frog #PacMan Frog #frog care #terrariums #terrarium setup #vivarium setup #joshs frogs #amphibianblr #frogblr #frog #frogs #frog advice #pac man frog advice #fishblr #fishtank #fish help #fish advice #pac man frog help #frog help #albino pac man frog #albino pac man #fishtank setup #bettablr

[heoneyology]

Hearts on the Line: Ch.8

A/N: I don’t know what to write here, but I was told by a proofreader (aka @showooyunlie) that this chapter was very action-packed and suspenseful so I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: action, angst, romance, outlaw!au

Word Count: 3543

Summary: You’ve got a debt to pay, and Wooyoung has an agenda of his own. But for your help with just one last scheme, Wooyoung is willing to allow your debt to drop off—unknown to him, though, you also have your own agenda, and a loyalty to an unspoken Other. With hearts on the line, you each will end up having to make a decision that may risk what you both thought was simply just a game.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion. As you fall, making impact with the floor, you hear the crash of the lantern doing the same. The glass breaks and scatters across the room. You need to get up, you tell your body, a roar erupting in your ears.

The exposed flame from the lamp instantaneously combusts with the gunpowder that had been spread seamlessly throughout the room—not just the room, you assume, but the entirety of the building. Maybe even more, knowing Jean. Everything is made of wood and planks though, and even if there isn’t gunpowder to urge the fire along, you’re sure surrounding buildings will still manage to catch fire.

The flames spread rapidly, greedily lapping up the gunpowder in its wake. As they move, trailing along the floor, they jump to every flammable object—the curtains, the couch, the end table. Soon, they’re clinging to the walls.

From somewhere faraway, you’re vaguely aware of Monica yelling. She’s yelling in panic, screaming profanities at you—though technically this wasn’t entirely your fault—and she’s scrambling about as she attempts to dodge the fast-moving fire.

Get up, dammit! You urge, feeling a heat erupt within the room surrounding you. But your body won’t obey your command, the venom coursing through your veins just as hot as the blaze that hovers threateningly close to you. You aren’t going to die. You won’t die. You can’t die, you insist. You let out a gasp against the searing heat within you, rolling onto your side and pushing yourself slowly to your hands and knees. One thing at a time.

As you hover there on your hands and knees, you stare at the hilt of the knife protruding from your abdomen. Monica had missed vital organs, but that was the only thing stemming the blood flow. However, it was going to limit your movement. It was just as painful to leave it in as it was to pull it out, but you ran the risk of bleeding out from overdoing it if you pulled it.

That, of course, didn’t stop you from pulling the knife out with a low groan, letting out a gasp against the sickening pain. Between the venom and the sensation of the knife sliding along precious organs and your skin, you can feel your stomach curdle. You almost double over again, but instead find it in yourself to drop the knife and clench everything against the pain—your fists, your jaw. You breathe out slowly through your nose.

Slowly, you push yourself to your feet again. Every step is going to hurt, but even Monica herself had said you wouldn’t die. The venom wouldn’t kill you, the lizards weren’t known for such a thing. It was just going to hurt. Between the venom and the knife wound, it was really going to hurt.

You could handle hurt, it was better than burning alive.

Evening out your breathing, you glance around on unsteady feet, clasping a hand over your bleeding abdomen. The blaze is climbing higher, towards the ceiling shafts, smoke congesting the room. Monica is still yelling, but this time she’s at the door, furiously banging fists against it while also taking steps back now and again, attempting to dodge the flames the lap at the wall and around her feet, sneaking precariously close.

With the age of the building, and the way in which it was built along with the material used, you realize that the structure is failing. The door is jammed, and a shot of panic runs through you. You’re stuck.

This is not a fate you’re willing to accept.

Pushing past the pain in your body, you start forward, immediately coughing against the smoke that fills your lungs. Grabbing Monica’s shoulder, you shove her aside.

“Move!” You order, staring the door down.

“Fuck you! I’m getting out of here, this is your fault!” Monica screams at you. “Don’t tell me to move like you didn’t know this would happen!”

You shoot her a hard glare, yelling over the flames and lying through your teeth, “I didn’t know the entire place would catch on fire! I figured just the room!”

Taking a few steps back, you brace yourself, tightening your hold over your stomach. Speaking of going to hurt…

With a couple long strides, you’re slamming your shoulder into the door, hitting it with as much force as you can possibly manage. You can’t help but gasp against the impact and the wave of pain that passes through your body. Grounding your teeth together, you step aside. Beneath your grip on your middle, you can feel the warmth of your blood spreading against your palm.

You glance over your shoulder at Monica, scowling. “If you don’t want to die here, you’re going to need to help.”

She wrinkles her nose, clearly displeased with the thought. “I don’t even know how you’re on your feet right now.”

“You should be grateful I am,” you growl out through your pain. “For someone who acts so clever, attempting to break down the door didn’t even appear to cross your mind.”

Her face twists in fury, making a move toward you. She pulls up short when she notices you straightening yourself up, narrowing your eyes into a glare before jerking your head towards the door. “You can’t kill me if you’re dead, too. Straighten out your attitude and help.”

There’s a brief pause from her end, and for a moment you wonder if she actually would prefer to die with you. Did she hate you enough to put her own life on the line?

Thankfully, not. To your surprise, she makes the decision to help. She sighs and nods towards the door, bracing herself. You take in a breath, holding it against the oncoming burst of pain you know you’re about to feel. Monica counts down from three, and on one you both rush forward, slamming into the door at the same time. The nausea from the impact hits you like a tidal wave. A knot builds up in your throat, threatening to overflow as your stomach tumbles about. You let out a cough, exhaling out your held breath and the queasiness with it, but inhaling the ever-thickening smoke.

“This isn’t going to work,” Monica laments, a sudden fit of coughing overtaking her. She lifts a hand to her mouth to cover the bottom half of her face. She’s starting to look a bit haggard, the powerful heat emanating from the flames affecting her.

You can feel it too. You’re tired, sore, and in agony. It’s difficult to hold down the nausea with every movement you make against the pain in your abdomen. Your body screams at you, the venom from the dipped blade uncomfortably scratching against your veins with every movement. The fire in the surrounding room, with its overpowering heat, is sucking the last life out of you.

“Just once more.”

It’s not like there’s a worse idea at that time, so Monica readies herself another time. The countdown begins from three again, and when she reaches the number one, you both slam your bodies into the door once more. A part of you thinks that you must be forcing your own blood out of your body with each impact, slowly ensuring your death from bleeding out, as the nausea rolls through you once more.

And then there’s the strange sensation of gravity taking over, and the two of you crashing to the floor of the hallway atop the door, the weakened frame finally giving out. Yet another wave of queasiness rolls through you, vigorous enough this time to make you gag as you roll onto your back with a groan. For a moment, you lie there, unbothered by the fact that the entire building is in flames and falling apart around you. There’s shouting and screams echoing throughout the building, ghastly wails floating from the flames surrounding you. Then, you lift your head just enough to glance at your abdomen, pulling your hand away from the bloody stain.

With the edges of your vision blurring from the intense heat, and the glow of the flames lapping at the edges of your vision, you can’t really tell if the blotchy crimson wound is worse than it was before. It doesn’t seem to be bleeding any more than it had been when you’d decided to pull the knife out, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re out of the woods.

“Perfect,” you hear Monica hiss from beside you after a brief moment of recollecting herself.

It’s time to go, you decide, carefully bracing your elbows to push yourself into a sitting position, to your feet—but before you have a chance to do so, there’s a flash before your eyes and Monica’s foot slamming down into your abdomen. Straight over your stab wound.

You let out a scream, immediately falling back to the floor and scrambling to grab at her ankle to shove it off. The pain is too much, at that point. Shades of white and black flash before your eyes, which you shut against the sickening feeling that threatens itself at the back of your throat. She presses her heel against the wound, and you gag against the agony and the smoke.

With the last nerve you can muster up, you snap your eyes open to glare up at her. You falter for a moment, gaze focusing on what’s behind her rather than on her.

Immediately, you regain your attention, tightening your grip on her ankle as best as your weakened, numbed hands will allow.

“A name,” you ground out.

“What?” She sneers. You have to work against her pressing her foot further against the wound, using up every last ounce of energy in your body. “You still have the nerve to spew that nonsense out?!”

“If I’m going to die, I deserve that much.” You give her ankle a small shove, causing her to stumble back and catch herself. “Give me a name.”

Her lips curl up into something ugly—a mix between the sneer she so often wore, and wicked smile. “We call him Mr. Kim. That’s all I know him by, too. But that’ll die with you here.” As she answers, she tilts her head back to spit at you—

—and then she tilts back too far, the loud sound of a pop echoing through the short hallway, followed by the sound of her suddenly lifeless body collapsing backwards to the floor.

“Wooyoung!” You cry out. Her figure falls away like a curtain, revealing Wooyoung with his pistol poised and at the ready, a dark and determined look on his face.

At your cry, he lowers the gun from his hands—and he’s immediately there, holstering the gun and hovering over you.

“What the fuck happened?!” He yells over the roar of the flames. Sharp as ever, his eyes scan over your scuffed up state, before they land on the stab wound. You see his jawline harden, the dark look on his face lightens only briefly, an array of emotions passing through his gaze at your injured state—before it settles and twists back into something more malicious than before.

He’s rightfully angry, you think, though you aren’t entirely sure if he’s angry at you for your blatant stupidity or at Monica, for what she’s done.

“I got a name,” you croak out, voice raw from the smoke inhalation and the pain you’d been suppressing all this time.

“Fuck that shit,” Wooyoung growls, immediately grabbing your wrists. He places your hands over your wound, pressing your hands down lightly. “Keep applying pressure.”

You do as he tells you, and he quickly straightens to his feet, hands under your arms gently but purposefully dragging you to your feet. “Can you walk?”

“Barely, but I’ve been managing,” you admit, though Wooyoung isn’t entirely listening. He’s already dragging you along, slowly but surely through the flames—what you assume is toward the front of the saloon and to safety. Having Wooyoung there is an easy distraction, a small inkling of relief settling over you. “She had a knife dipped in Gila monster venom. My body feels like it’s slowly been failing on me this entire time. Where are the others? Are they out of here? Jongho was really drunk—” You’re rambling, you realize, though it serves as a decent enough distraction from your aching body to keep you pushing forward.

“They’re fine,” Wooyoung, “stop talking, you’re going to kill your lungs.”

He’s right, you realize—with all the smoke in the building, the two of you should be crawling along to safety. But Wooyoung seems so sure of where he’s going that you’ve really no choice to follow. He’s not one to waste time, anyway.

So you shut your mouth, although talking had come as a sort of comfort to you, allowing him to lead you through the remnants of the burning building, safely and surely alluding the flames whenever they came too near.

An overly loud crackling overhead catches your attention, and you glance up just in time to see a beam from the ceiling give way from the flames.

“Wooyoung!” As you shout his name, you don’t dare tear your eyes away from the wood as it plummets, falling apart in the air and breaking into smaller pieces from being burnt down.

Wooyoung glances upward, and you hear him utter a curse before he’s grabbing you by the shoulders suddenly. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close and crouching with you pressed against him. A firm hand rests atop your head and pushes down, pressing your head against his chest as he tucks his chin over you.

Shielding you.

The entire place is on fire and falling apart, and you know there’s not much else to do. But why couldn’t he simply push you away, out of line of the beam, and try and dodge himself? Even if it risked putting either of you in a different position to injure yourself, it was better than this.

“Wooyoung—” You start, about to protest, but before you can go any further you hear what’s left of the broken up beam crash against his back. He lets out a grunt at the impact, a small gasp tickling the crown of your head.

“Wooyoung!” You shove yourself away from him, hands leaving your wound to clasp at the front of his shirt. There’s a grim expression on his face, his eyes dark and his jaw still tight.

“I’m fine,” he says, letting out a surprisingly steady breath. But you really doubt his words. The beam was on fire and had hit him. He stands to his feet slowly, pulling you up along with him. You attempt to pull him to face backwards, but he stands his group. “I’m fine. It mostly broke apart as it was falling, and wasn’t at that tall of a height anyway—”

“Over there, I hear more voices!” A sudden shout draws Wooyoung’s attention from you, and he looks over your head in the direction of the noise. Briefly, you glance over your shoulder, before looking back up at him.

“Ha,” the grim expression on his face turns into a grimace, “what fucking luck.”

He grabs your shoulders then, jostling you. You wince in surprise, eyebrows shooting up when he’s suddenly turning you away from him and giving you a small push towards the direction of the exit.

“You need to go.”

“W-what? Why?!” The abrupt change startles you into panic. “Absolutely not!”

“Rosette,” he growls. “The sheriffs and army men in town immediately swarmed the place as soon as it went up in smoke—in fact, half the town is on fire right now. You’ll need to explain to me what happened later. But right now, you need to go. Find the others, get attention. You can’t be associated with me.”

He’s not masked, you realize. His hat is gone, and the mask that most of the ATEEZ members adorned was missing. Even though they’d risked coming to town without their disguise that night, to have what they’d each assumed to be a bit of fun, each one of them always carried something to help keep from exposing themselves. Wooyoung was without his.

The wanted posters. They’re going to recognize him—

“Over here!” The voices call, closer.

“Wooyoung, I won’t—”

A sinister bit of anger flashes across his face. As quickly as it’s there, it’s gone. He’s under pressure, in pain, and stressed. The entire ordeal with Monica earlier probably didn’t help, and knowing you’d had your own ordeal with her only added to every raw emotion that was tearing at him from inside. You couldn’t blame him, but you still find yourself yelping in surprise when he forcefully grabs your shoulders, spinning you around and shoving you towards the exit.

“Get the hell out of here, now!”

It’s such a blatant, threatening, bellowing order coming from the charmer—you can’t refuse. You frown, glancing over your shoulder at him.

For every ounce of angry and frustrated he was, he still, somehow, was Wooyoung. He gave you a small smile, and though it didn’t quite reach his eyes it was an attempt to reassure you. To let you know he’d be fine. He follows it up with a wink before both of you turn away from each other at the same time.

You use every last bit of your strength to give one last, final push, rushing towards the exit.

As soon as the cold night air hits you, a coughing fit overtakes you. The clear air rakes against your lungs uncomfortably, and stings your eyes enough to draw tears which you find yourself squinting against. As you stumble forward blindly, you clutch at your stomach wound.

You don’t make it very far before you knock into something—or, rather, someone. Weak and exhausted, you almost topple over before firm arms encircle you. In your stupor, panic sets in. You’d used almost every last ounce of your energy just to get out of that building, and now you had to fend off an attacker?

Please, I just want to rest, you think, mustering up a little bit more determination from within to struggle against the person. It’s a pathetic attempt, really—you barely wiggle in their arms.

“Relax.” A firm, yet warm voice commands.

A voice you immediately recognize.

Blinking away the tears in your eyes brought on by the smoke, you tilt your head back—and meet Kim Hongjoong’s gaze straight on. Immediately, a sense of relief washes over you. It’s not an attacker, and you are safe. Wooyoung will be safe too. Despite the solace of Hongjoong’s sudden presence, you feel a tiny shiver of fear pass through you.

The look on Hongjoong’s face is not pleased. Not in the slightest. You’d expected it, knowing that everything you and Wooyoung had done would lead to this. Seonghwa had attempted to warn you against it. Though you really hadn’t anticipated everything blowing so far out of proportion.

Wooyoung said the others were safe, meaning Jongho and Yeosang got out of the fire, you think to yourself, wondering if Jean knew of this—wondering if Hongjoong knew of both those things, and how events would play out from there. But despite Hongjoong’s cold, hard gaze and the way his jaw was firmly set, expression a chilling amount of disinterested despite the events laid out before him—the relief that he was there, and that Jongho and Yeosang were both safe, was the more powerful emotion.

For a moment, you allow yourself to sag against him. “Hongjoong…”

“Save your breath,” his reply is stern, no-nonsense. He’s clearly upset, but there’s a lack of harshness to it that lets you know he really does mean for you to save your breath. Hongjoong glances over his shoulder, shifting his position and carefully leading you with him. “Yunho.”

“Sir,” Yunho’s familiar voice comes from the dark, and he steps up to the light of the fires that decorate the streets. He glances down at you briefly, eyes warm and friendly despite the look of concern furrowing his brows.

“Get her attention,” Hongjoong commands, carefully loosening his hold on you. You stumble a bit, but Yunho is there to take over and catch you.

“But—“ He’s about to ask a question, but Hongjoong curtly cuts him off.

“It’s fine. Just get back to San and get her the care she needs. Help Mingi search for Seonghwa, instead. Be careful if Jean prowling about. I’ll handle Wooyoung. Give me until midnight, if I’m not back, then you come for me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir…” Yunho’s reply is reluctant. Before you know it, you’re letting out a gasp of surprise as the taller man swoops his arms underneath you, picking you up bridal style. You’re too tired to priest, though, and find yourself allowing your head to fall against Yunho’s shoulder as he adds, voice reverberating through his chest, “Hongjoong-ah, be careful…”

“Always,” Hongjoong’s states, studying the two of you. His eyes linger on you, and with the backlight if the fires burning behind him, he looks like a force to be reckoned with. You know he is, though.

“Rosette,” his voice is an even mix of soothing, yet stern. “Get some rest. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

#ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #wooyoung fanfic #ateez outlaw #ateez fanfics #m.writes #m.hotl

[angryducktimemachine]

How to: Falleen

I saw a little funky post about aliens in Star Wars acting not-human and I have a few headcanons about my lizard boy Conroe who I want to share with this in mind.

(Note: I am not a reptile expert and just loosely base a few of these things off of reptile things, they may not be 100% accurate tho.)

1. Moulting

Pretty sure I have already talked about this in another post but I am gonna mention that again.

Falleen grow their whole life long, just like snakes. They grow faster when they are kids/teens, which leads to them regulary moulting every few months. This process starts to slow down when they reach the adult stage and only moult once, and sometimes twice a year.

Stress, and uncomfortable enviroment or sickness, as well as hormone problems can lead to moulting issues. Falleen with moulting problems are known to take warm baths to help with the process and they might come back to friends or family to help.

2. Winter Dormancy

Similar to bearded dragons, Falleen don’t NEED to go into Dormancy but it is an important habit for them to stay healthy and life long.

When they start Dormancy usually is connected to the “winter” on the planet they life on, but it doesn’t need to be. Falleen like to spend this time in a dark, cool room and in a sleep-like state for most of the time.

Occasionally, a Falleen might come out to eat and drink, but they are obviously calmer and more inert than usual.

A Falleen Dormancy usually only holds for a few weeks in which they should not be disrupted once they have started it as it can lead to serious health issues afterwards.

Outside of Dormancy, Falleen do not need as much sleep as humans, instead they can go weeks with little to no sleep.

3. Sunbathing

Falleen are poikilothermic and enjoy sunbathing to keep their blood running and body temperature on an active level! If they resident on a planet with not as much sunbathing opportunities they often keep heating lamps in their room.

Falleen also don’t sweat or have another body function to cool them down so they have to be careful to not overheat in too hot weather. On hot days, a Falleen might prefer staying inside or in the shadows to avoid damage. The preferable temperate of a Falleen lays between 25° and 30° C with sunbathing places of up to 50°C.

4. Yeet

Catched in a not attentive moment of life, Falleen react to being suddenly scared with their very fast reflexes. Most Falleen will be up in a second, flinging themselves into a hiding spot. This behaviour can be trained not to happen, but non-combat used, especially younger Falleen, can still show said behaviour.

5. Snack Time!

A good part of Falleen diet are insects! Cockroaches, Crickets, big Grasshoppers etc. There is a whole variety of roasted, spiced insects but there are also eaten without being cooked/roasted/whatever!

Now, it maybe isn’t the best manner, but there are Falleen out there that will just go “Mh a snack” when seeing a cockroach!

It’s crunch time, baby.

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That is it for now! Keep in mind that those are just funny headcanons I have collected for my own Falleen boy over the past few months and thought might be fun to share!

#star wars #falleen

[timeisacephalopod]

Oh can you do like an expansion of the Celestiall Peter werewolf Bucky and dragon Tony. Like its Halloween and they're talking about what bullshit it is for people to dress up when any other time they'd be scared of what they go dressed as. I love those 3 together. Oh and a Rhodey cameo!!

I think this means as an extension of a story I wrote for my AO3 awhile ago in which the boys all went to uni and lived in the same house called Bad Habits (were you the person who posted a comment on one of my stories the other day? Anyways). You won’t need the original story for context for this! Just know Tony/ Peter Q/ and Bucky are a thing. This is a long boi, prepare!

*

“Can I use you as a costume?” Peter asks and Bucky glares so hard at him Tony thinks its a wonder he didn’t fall over dead. And Peter wasn’t even talking to Bucky.

“I’m a dragon, not a costume,” he says.

“You know with all those ads about humans not dressing up as caricatures of other cultures someone is really missing the opportunity to also throw out that dressing up as another species is not cool. I don’t look like a single fucking werewolf costume idiot humans sell,” Bucky snaps. Tony and Peter stare at him for a moment, not exactly surprised by the outburst by now.

Turns out he’s sensitive to Halloween as a holiday. “Yeah, so anyways can I use you as a costume?” Peter asks.

“I have had a total of three relationships with humans and all three ran off when I told them I was a werewolf and one of them tried to kill me before running. Then humans have the fucking gall to go out dressed as werewolves? I should eat them out of spite,” Bucky mumbles, glaring at the wall across from him.

“What the hell are you dressing up as to need a dragon?” Tony asks.

“Daenerys from Game of Thrones,” Peter says and Tony rolls his eyes.

“So you want me to be your dragon slave for a night?” he snaps.

Peter sighs, “the dragons like her, Tony. Its not offensive.”

He throws his hands up, “it is so and people think its fine to desecrate an entire species because I’m one of five left in the world and the only one who’s pointing out how ignorant that show is! Dragons don’t have mothers! Wait, yeah they do, but there is no mother of dragons!”

Bucky nods, “see what I mean? You owe him an apology,” Bucky tells Peter, who rolls his eyes theatrically.

“Dude, its a costume. Relax about it.”

Tony and Bucky exchange a look and turn back to Peter. “If you don’t get the hell out of my sight I’m going to light your ass on fire,” Tony tells him.

Peter, true to his being an utter dickhead, turns himself invisible because apparently celestials can do that. “Can I use you as a costume?” he asks, prompting a rather loud growl from Bucky.

*

Luis gives Peter an offended look that has Scott’s eyes going wide as he turns away a little, putting his hand in front of his face in a poor attempt at hiding himself. “That is the rudest shit I ever heard- Scott are you hearing this? You can’t just go up and ask dragons to be costumes, he’s a person, not a prop. All those ads we see about not dressing up as stereotypes of other culture but no one points out dressing up as another species is not cool,” Luis says. He takes a breath and, thankfully, Bucky cuts in before his rant can continue.

“Right? Humans hate werewolves except when they can dress up as them and claim its not offensive because they’re appreciating us or whatever. If you appreciated werewolves than you’d lobby for werewolf rights, not wear an ugly ass fake fur mask!” He shakes his head, clearly pissed off about this.

“Guys, I just want a cool costume,” Peter says, hands in the air a little.

Luis crosses his arms over his chest, “then go make one, you don’t need a dragon to make a cool costume. I’m going as a Dorito- totally inoffensive and also a delicious treat.”

“I’m offended by Doritos,” Peter says because he’s a prick. “They’re gross and taste like cardboard, and also they’re in the shape of triangles, which means they’re the product of the Devil and also the Illuminati.”

Luis turns to Scott like he’s about to give backup, which he doesn’t. “Okay you know what, get out of here with that false equivalence- you finding dumb reasons to be offended is not the same as turning a whole species into a joke for your own amusement while also ignoring the harm that comes to those creatures all for the sake of a dumb joke. Also what the hell kind of Doritos are you eating that taste like cardboard? It is not a Dorito’s fault that you don’t know how to read expiration dates or that you leave them out too long. Things get stale Quill, like your stale ass attitude and I will not tolerate this Dorito slander-”

“Ooookay,” Scott says, “someone needs to take a nap, or do some homework, or binge eat too many Skittles and throw up again. We’ll be out of your hair now,” he says, dragging Luis away.

“What? I am not doing the Skittle thing again- I learned my lesson. Scott, they need my help, humans have to do their part to-” his words are cut off by the basement door slamming shut. Tony snickers, pleased that they decided that in a house full of supernatural creatures maybe a couple humans weren’t a bad plan. Bucky had been worried Scott might try and kill him, Tony has no idea why he focused on Scott though to be fair Luis is about as non-threatening as they come, and Natasha isn’t fond of humans either but they didn’t want to be discriminatory.

Now it turns out that had been a pretty amusing choice thanks to all of Luis’ rants about everything from Romeo and Juliet to Elvish and why it was a difficult language to learn. And, apparently, why dressing up as a supernatural creature was an asshole thing to do

*

Peter looks down at Bucky, walking faithfully by his side while Tony perches on his shoulder. “You two are going to learn that humans aren’t terrible and I’m going to win this bet,” he tells them. Honestly, they both made a such a huge deal out of a fun holiday and also Peter now has the best costume ever even if Daenerys doesn’t have a dire wolf. Bucky still makes a cool piece of show authenticity even if he’s not at all happy of being part of a costume.

Bucky, as if hearing his thoughts, glares up at him. “Don’t look at me like that, humans will love you,” he says, patting Bucky’s head. Bucky growls a little and trots a little ahead of him and Peter leaves him to sulk in peace.

On his shoulder Tony reaches out and smacks him with one of scaly paws and Peter wrinkles his nose. “Don’t be like that,” he tells Tony, who promptly smacks him again. It doesn’t even hurt, like when a cat smacks you, so Peter doesn’t even know what the point of this is.

When they get inside he at least gets the recognition he deserves because hello, he has an actual dragon with his costume. And Bucky is cool also he guesses. “Where did you find a lizard that looks like that?” someone asks, smiling at Tony. He looks unimpressed by this and frankly Peter has to wonder who the hell thinks the average lizard his brown eyes and red and gold scales.

“He’s a dragon,” Peter says.

The girl in front of him snorts, “yeah, I got your costume, but what kind of lizard is he?”

Peter resists the urge to roll his eyes. “No, he’s an actual dragon. Like the species. Kinda small, but being pocket sized makes him easier to cart around all night so,” he says, shrugging. Tony slaps him again, clearly annoyed with the comment on his size but Peter can’t help that Tony fits in the hoods of his sweaters and when he’s not being a dick he thinks being carried around in there is fun.

“Aww, you’re so cute!” she says, reaching out to touch him and Tony, predictably, smacks her hand away. Bucky makes his presence known by shoving himself between Peter and his current companion in what he thinks is a bad attempt to defend Tony but whatever. Peter takes a step back though.

“You don’t pet dragons, oils on human’s skin doesn’t react well to their scales,” he says. At least, he thinks, Tony didn’t decide to start screaming like he usually did when people tried to pet him. And what is with that? He’s a damn lizard, not a cat, you don’t pet lizards. Well okay, some lizards are fine with it but still. 

“Well you got him up there somehow,” she says.

This time he does roll his eyes, “I’m not human.” Being a celestial means he can avoid damaging oils and also that he can work as a heat lamp for Tony. He had tested that on a whim and it worked so that was pretty cool, not that it comes in handy now. 

“Then what are you?” she asks, squinting like she can tell just looking at him. Bucky growls, hackles raised and honestly the question is annoying but not worth the growl. Peter flicks his ear and Bucky whirls on him unimpressed.

“A celestial,” he says.

“The hell is a celestial?” she asks.

He lets out a long sigh, “basically a god. Don’t look at me like that, we can build whole planets if we want to.” His asshole dad had one that was really cool before Peter found out about all his dead siblings. Bucky lets out another annoyed growl and Peter flicks his ear again. Damn werewolves, always so touchy.

“I think your dog is pissed off,” she says and Peter grabs Bucky’s snout before he does something he’ll regret in the morning.

“Not a dog, that’s a werewolf,” he says quickly. Bucky growls and Peter doesn’t let go of his mouth.

Thankfully his companion jumps back a little. “Why the hell would you bring a werewolf in public?” she asks, giving Bucky a panicked look.

Peter rolls his eyes so hard its a wonder they didn’t roll right out the door. “Because he’s a North American werewolf and they’re fucking harmless unless people say dumb offensive shit,” he says. The European brand of werewolf? Nightmare fuel, but they also know how to handle themselves. North American werewolves? Usually non-confrontational and lazy. Also very soft even if they shed a stupid amount of hair everywhere even when human. Peter has made peace with the hair and Tony’s occasional shed scale.

“Dumb offensive shit like what?” she asks. “Everyone knows werewolves eat people.”

Peter yanks Bucky back by the snout, which is probably a little mean but its either that or he eats someone out of spite and he’s going to regret that if he does it. “North American werewolves don’t eat people and even European werewolves will try for a damn deer or some shit first. That’s the dumb offensive shit I mean, along with calling him a dog. What the hell do you think werewolves look like, the shit you see on Teen Wolf?” Because they kind of look like Klingons and Peter kind of feels bad for laughing now but Bucky’s offended face had been so funny.

“Its my fault I didn’t know that,” she says and Peter squints.

“Its in literally every pro werewolf anything ever, if you didn’t know that you didn’t god damn Google it. If you’re going to spout offensive shit at least make it true. Like werewolves leave hair everywhere and yeah, they lick their ass sometimes.” Bucky yanks his muzzle free and gives him a look. “Don’t pull that shit, I’ve seen it happen.”

Bucky looks away, ears pulling back a little in shame. He might not be a dog by any stretch of the imagination but Peter is happy they at least share enough in common that their body language is basically the same, if more advanced in showing emotion in favor of werewolves.

*

Bucky curls up on Peter’s bed with Tony in his fur shivering as he tries to get warm but fur isn’t going to help him so Peter pulls him out, tucking him into his chest as his hands light up. Benefits of having godlike powers- hands that double as heat lamps. Tony stops shivering so hard and Peter sighs. “Okay, you two win. Humans are the worst and I honestly can’t believe I had to tell seven separate people that you can’t just pet dragons.” They didn’t even ask.

Bucky lets out an annoyed noise, lifting his head to glare at Peter. “Sorry so many people called you a dog and said you eat people,” he mumbles. “Mind going to get Tony some fruit? He’s been in the cold awhile.” Bucky slinks off the bed and Peter climbs into it, upping the heat going to his hands to warm Tony up faster.

When Bucky returns he’s carrying an assortment of fruits, “I told you this was a bad idea,” he says and Peter nods.

“Yup. And I didn’t listen like an idiot. I maintain that I had a cool costume until humans off and ruined it by trying to pet Tony though. What is he, a cat?” Bucky snickers as he climbs into bed, shimmying close to Peter. It betrays more than his words- werewolves are tactile creatures and when they’re mad they refuse to touch each other. Its kind of funny to watch them all get mad and avoid contact like they’re all repelled by each other.

Still, if Bucky isn’t avoiding contact he’s not that mad at Peter. “Here,” Bucky says to Tony, extending a grape towards his mouth. Tony takes the grape gleefully, destroying it in seconds. Bucky hands him a strawberry next. “I didn’t know you knew that much about werewolves,” he says as Tony destroys another berry. Jesus he eats those things fast.

“Yeah, I Googled them. Not that hard,” he says. Phrase of the fucking night- he swears he explained the most basic of shit to people like twelve times over.

“The difference between North American werewolves and European werewolves isn’t information that’s easy to find. Most don’t even make a distinction anymore,” Bucky murmurs. He hands Tony some pineapple and Tony pulls his head back. Bucky rolls his eyes and eats it himself, handing Tony a piece of watermelon that he happily takes instead.

“Yeah, because European werewolves were hunted to near extinction during witch trials in Europe. Seems kind of stupid considering it was never werewolves starting genocides and lighting people on fire. Except that one time in South Africa but that didn’t go well,” he says. Bucky frowns and he sighs, “I got stuck in a Googling suck hole. Did the same with dragons. Its how I figured out the hands thing,” he says, jostling Tony a little and earning a sharp yell for it. “Don’t be rude,” he tells Tony.

Bucky moves in closer, wrapping an arm around Peter. “That’s so sweet. Don’t ever convince me to be a Halloween costume again.”

Peter snickers, “next year I’ll let you eat people and Tony can light them on fire then we cal all fuck off to a planet I’ve made,” he says.

Bucky frowns, “can you even do that?”

Peter shrugs, “I’ve got a year to figure it out.”

Bucky looks at Tony, who happily takes another grape from his fingers. “Pretty sure he’ll be fine as long as there’s fruit.”

“Well, considering ninety percent of his diet is fruit yeah, I’d say so. I should try and make new fruit, that would be cool,” he says, grinning. Tony looks up at him, eyes wide with excitement and he laughs. “Guess I have a new botany project.”

“Well, so long as you stop pissing off the neighbors with plants that flip them off,” he says. Rude, Peter thinks those are fun and their neighbors are a bunch of uptight assholes.

#peter x bucky x tony #winterironquill #fanfiction

[snedkerclausen49]

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My oldest son and husband felt the same, however my husband kept sneaking them out of the bag on the baseball tournament we were at over 4th of July weekend. Arc welders utilized in business produce an intense UVR emission and workers uncovered to welding radiation could suffer related well being effects to workers with over publicity to solar UVR. Q. What are blue lizard sunscreen target of publicity to UVR? Hey there, my title Michael, You bought right here because you eventually are searching for for Beauty product which meet for your personal require. 3fl.oz:Blue Lizard - Beauty Choosing the right Beauty product online did typically too much to handle. SPF only indicates the amount of UVB safety a product offers and does not indicate how a lot if any UVA safety is provided. A. Some exposure to sunlight might be enjoyable; however, a lot could be harmful. Inorganic filters (zinc oxide and titanium dioxide) adhere to the skin but could be removed throughout towel drying. Zinc Oxide products (5% or increased) provide very photostable UVB and UVA safety. Products that contain 5% or more zinc oxide provide wonderful UVA safety. Dermatologists belief Zinc Oxide and Titanium Dioxide to ship chemical-free, physical solar safety to you and your loved ones.

Zinc Oxide (10%), Titanium Oxide (5%): Physical sunscreen actives that protect pores and skin from UV with out damaging your skin nor endangering your overall health. A product that incorporates zinc oxide does provide blocking (reflective) capabilities however even zinc oxide, unless applied as a paste, allows a little bit UV mild to penetrate the skin. I've never used a paper mask like this earlier than and it was just a little unusual. I like that its all natural and makes use of ginger to assist with nausea. To help protect delicate Reef ecosystems, a sensitive face Contains no oxybenzone or Octinoxate. UVA/UVB Protection for Sensitive Skin. Mineral solar protection is only a swipe away with Blue Lizard’s Sensitive Sunscreen Stick. Strengths: Inexpensive; each sunscreen provides reliable broad-spectrum protection; the sunscreens have nice aesthetics, especially for regular to dry skin; some glorious sunscreens for delicate and/or rosacea-affected pores and skin. I acquired the sensitive components of this sunscreen. • No sunscreen is fully waterproof/sweatproof. • Essay have to be original work (no previously published essays, please).

During a 15 minute break at work you write a blog on pores and skin most cancers (despite the very fact that you simply write all-day on a regular basis at work). Buying through the internet might be fairly horrible, particularly when you've got gotten buying gadgets from hoax blog. We have a responsibility to do what is important to guard ourselves and others from pores and skin cancer, particularly when we will largely Prevent it. This sunscreen has the trademarks of an all-bodily sunscreen: it leaves a white solid on the pores and skin and has a very thick system that necessitates a great little bit of rubbing in. Read labels! Some merchandise labeled "child" depend on chemical sunscreen substances that I would keep away from in children beneath 6 months of age. Products labeled as "very water resistant" in Australia retain their SPF after 240 minutes in shifting water. Australia doesn't permit the usage of "waterproof" or "sweatproof," and the FDA has requested for voluntary removal of such labeling on sunscreens here. In reality, it must be a mandatory elimination of such labeling because it misleads shoppers! In reality, we might merely keep clear of this by researching the previous customer opinions about the product and look completely to what other individuals says about it.

Your mates introduce you to different folks by saying: "This is my buddy Danielle, she runs a non-revenue known as The Cancer Crusaders Organization which teaches people about pores and skin most cancers prevention, and serves as the proud dwelling of the National Skin Cancer Awareness Symbol" all in the same breath. Ultraviolet radiation will be produced by various artificial sources but for most individuals the sun is the predominant supply of UVR publicity. Behavior outdoors can considerably have an effect on a person’s photo voltaic UVR exposure and use of objects of non-public protection can present a considerable discount within the UVR dose received. When you're deciding that you just want a Health Personal Care merchandise, you need to attain the world wide net. I think they're cherry flavored and i don't love cherry flavored anything. My buddies and co-workers prefer to joke with me about being a "SunSavvy Geek". Because of this, you've been branded, by buddies and kinfolk, as a SunSavvy Geek. To be honest, I'm reasonably fond of the nickname (probably because I can not dispute the truth that I'm, certainly, a SunSavvy Geek).

I have used it again this yr, and have solely had 1 episode, which was due to the truth that I got overconfident and did not apply the cream. With that, it's important to know how ultraviolet radiation works in order to additional illustrate the seriousness of UV publicity (particularly from tanning), it is direct hyperlink to an elevated danger for pores and skin cancer (and the truth that pores and skin most cancers is the commonest most cancers on the earth), hence the significance of solar security and correct use of a top quality SPF 30 sunscreen. UVC - Ultraviolet radiation in the range 100nm to 280nm is extraordinarily dangerous but does not reach the earth’s floor because of absorption in the atmosphere by ozone. A. Increasing public consciousness and curiosity in UV safety is due in part to the requirements for occupational protection of out of doors employees as well as the supply of UVR safety for the recreational market. That's the essential part! You purchase a gallon pump of Blue Lizard Australian Sunscreen and place it by the entrance door of your residence in order to make day by day software a more handy part of every day your life, and the daily lives of your room-mates. And part of bringing that message close to home is hosting an essay contest.

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