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th3p0rtalmaker · 8 months
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That boomslang has classic vine energy
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mbrainspaz · 11 months
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I love going for walks with my dogs at twilight in the summer. When the barn is closed and we're alone with the horses. When it's just light enough that you might still spot a snake in the grass but dark enough that you start to sweat.
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smilesrobotlover · 2 years
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Sky is an idiot ok
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cthulhusstepmom · 11 months
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Simon has been engaging in what he likes to call "exposure therapy"; in essence he'll go to Soap's room, usually when he's there, and stare at the snake until he feels his lips start to burn and twist. When he's feeling particularly brave he'll go sit on the bathroom floor and stare down the cobra, False cobra he reminds himself. That one is usually better, it's smaller and objectively otherworldly. It's hard to justify having a panic attack over a purple snake half as long as his arm. He's been getting better, the burning turns to a subtle itch to a barely noticeable twitch. It took five hours of sitting in cold tile to get even the slightest reaction last time, watching Hugo cruise around his enclosure while Johnny slept soundly in the other room. Hour six and he does something stupid.
He knows the falsie can't hurt him, no worse than a bee sting if he lets it chew him up, he read. He'd seen Soap handle him, seen the love in his eyes as he looked at him. He doesn't really realize he's done it until he hears the click of the glass door hitting home. And now Simon is frozen watching the snake come forward to investigate him, can feel the flicks of its tongue flicking over his gooseflesh. His lungs start burning, watching the snake flare out its neck hovering above his palm. His scales are wet from where he'd been swimming as he inches carefully onto Ghost's arm. The texture brings him back to the present, incredibly smooth and pleasantly warm to the touch from the warm water. Ghost shakes his head and looks down. Hugo is exploring his lap at a leisurely pace, poking his head into the folds of material in his sweats. Eventually he finds the stretched out pocket and in a flash he dives in and curls himself up as pleased as punch. After that, his exposure therapy takes a different turn and, with Soap's permission, he even takes Hugo to the break room in the dead of night to meet the goldfish (safely on the outside of the glass of course).
One day Soap approaches him with a pleased hop in his step and announces that he found someone for Hugo. Ghost isn't upset. He's not. He knows how Johnny's operation works, Hugo was never going to be a permanent resident...but it just feels so soon.
Soap gives him the details and a week later they've set a meeting in the parking lot of the local Tesco's. Hugo is leisurely curling through Ghost's fingers, distracting him from the exposed feeling of just a black medical mask, as Johnny watches with a small smile on his face that's slowly disappearing as the time crawls past fifteen minutes late. At half an hour late a loud car peels into the lot with a screech, making a beeline toward their borrowed pickup and pulling to a stop far far too close to Johnny for Simon's comfort.
The kid that gets out of the car is tall and lanky with dusty blond hair that's seen more gel than shampoo in the past several weeks. He's young, younger than Simon had expected and from the contemplative frown on Johnny's face younger than he expected too. He's early twenties, 24 at the oldest. He also reeks of cigarette smoke, not that Ghost himself is the perfect role model for lung health but he's not chain-smoked like that since he was a teenager with something to prove.
"Ay sup bruv! Sorry I'm late traffic's a fucking bitch." The kid claps a hand on Soap's back. "Where is it?" Soap is opening his mouth to answer but he's cut off by the next outburst. "Fuck mate you're holding it? That's fucking ballsy, mad respect! Big lad like you, probably take a while before it offed you though yeah?"
The urge to put a bullet through this cocky little wankstain is a loud chant in the back of his mind.
"Not worse than a bee sting." He growls under his breath.
"S' a Cobra innit?" The kid snarks.
"False Water Cobra." Soap corrects and Ghost can hear the click of his teeth as he spits out the words.
"...still venomous though right? Your post said it was venomous."
A pregnant pause fills the air as Soap and Ghost make eye contact. Silent communication flies between them, a language learned in a landscape of fire and death. The slightest twitch, a shallow nod.
"We're done here." Ghost snarls as let's Hugo slither into his pocket, crossing his arms.
"Oi! I dunno what you think you're doing freakshow but I'm not leaving without my fucking snake." The kid reaches ominously into his pocket.
The little shit makes it a single step forward before a heavy hand clamps down on his trapezius.
"Ah dinnae think yeh understand. We're done, aye?"
Ghost feels a grin twitching on his lips as he watches pain twist up the youth's pointed features, watching Soap twist him around and shove him into his car with little more complaint than a pained yelp.
When they're back on base Ghost lets out a small breath of relief when Hugo is safely returned to his palaudarium.
Laying with Johnny curled up on his chest later that night he feels more than he hears a small laugh.
"Yer attached to him now."
He heaves a great long-suffering sigh.
"Less of a brat than you are, made it easy."
His Johnny laughs loud and clear and if his brain is turning with plans of rearranging his room and researching plants then that's between him and god...for now.
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spiremassk · 10 months
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frecklewish and mapleshade for a video (designs by codyphobia on yt)
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greensaplinggrace · 1 year
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I was thinking about what physical weapon genya would use if she chose one and it was between knives or a bow for a bit until I realized she should have a blowgun with poisoned needles
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daisychainsandbowties · 9 months
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if only your readers knew the horrors you were keeping from them
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what 🙂
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zakubabbles · 1 year
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It's absolutely unfair there are so many creatures out there we can't hold and cuddle with because they're a danger to our well being. :C
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uncharismatic-fauna · 2 years
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Uncharismatic Fact of the Day
Gaboon vipers have the longest fangs of any snake species, reaching up to 5 cm (2 in) in length. Despite the size of their fangs, and the extremely strong venom they use these fangs to deliver, gaboon vipers are notoriously docile and many researchers have reported handling them with little to no protection (though this is not recommended for untrained professionals).
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(Image: A gaboon viper (Bitis gabonica) by Connor Padraic Mallon)
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dinodogs · 10 months
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Okay I'm mostly fine now lol. It hurts like hell but I'll be fine.
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for-a-love-of-animals · 11 months
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A Western Diamondback Rattlesnake resting on our patio. It was sleeping. I'm just glad my dog wasn't bit but she was smart to stay away from it.
I love Western Diamondbacks. This is my favorite Venemous Snake in the states. ❤️
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trislosherfan25 · 11 months
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There's a reptile expo near me. Soon. I Have to go
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cthulhusstepmom · 1 year
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It's a pretty unanimous conclusion that Ghost can't find out about the reptiles, for his own sake, at least until Hugo and Wee Man have found forever homes. Soap isn't stupid, he knows that he won't be able to keep it up forever, he's just asking for a little more time is all. Naturally this leads to some shenanigans.
One day in early summer, Soap's sitting at a rickety picnic table near where he and Ghost go to smoke. It's isolated from the rest of the base and it's pretty solidly established as Ghost's territory so he doesn't have to worry about people. On the table is Peach, the beardie with mbd named in honor of his boy at home, enjoying some natural uvb and dandelion greens. He's arranged a meeting with the people he's found for her next weekend and he's spoiling her nonstop until then. All of a sudden there's a tickling in his hindbrain, the sort of feeling you get when a big cat is just out of sight. It can only mean one thing. Ghost. Panicking only a little bit, Soap frantically does the only thing he can, he shoves Peach up his shirt. What follows is probably the most awkward conversation he's ever had with his Lt. which is a shame because the fair weather has put Ghost in a truly legendary good mood. Soap is a highly trained operative, he's stared his torturers in the face and laughed at them but the pain of razor sharp little bearded dragon claws scrabbling at his chest and catching on totally regulation nipple piercings is enough to make his eyes water.
A few days after Peach goes to her new home he ends up filling the vacancy in the rescue hotel, it never stays empty for very long. This time the poor critter is a baby blue tongue skink rescued from an abandoned apartment building in a warzone. The private that brings him the lizard looks about as nervous as can fucking be, he can't really blame the poor lass what with Ghost looming in the corner like the specter of death itself, deadly silent and exuding enough malice to curdle their breakfast on the table and turn the fish belly up in their tank. Thankfully the box is discreet with a few nondescript airholes cut in the side. The private thanks him stutteringly and flees the rec room like her heels are on fire. Ghost doesn't say anything, simply raises an expectant eyebrow while Gaz and Price studiously drop peas into the fish tank. Soap just shrugs "care package" he says with a cheesy wink. Ghost scoffs and it's seems like it's put to rest, though his Lt. sticks to him like glue for the rest of the day.
The closest he'd come to discovery was late one night. He'd screamed himself awake about a half hour before and, unable to get back to sleep, is just cuddling on his bed with Wee Man. A quiet, almost hesitant knock on his door brings his attention away from the snake. It's so quiet that he almost writes it off as his tired brain playing tricks on him. But then whoever it is knocks again, a little more firmly this time. Quickly, Soap disentangles himself from Wee Man, leaving him to explore the bed, anything he could get into is locked and he's too big to get into any crevices anyway. Cracking the door open he doesn't know what he expects but it sure as hell isn't Ghost, dressed down in loose pajama bottoms and an old ratty hoodie with a soft black balaclava hugging his face. He suddenly becomes very aware of the fact that he's just in boxers.
"Ghost?"
His Lt squints a bit at his name, almost as if he wasn't sure he'd get this far.
"Couldn't sleep, heard you were up..." probably the most tactful way to acknowledge his screams of terror "...can I come in?"
Cold panic flushes through Soap, only made worse by the scaly nose he can feel start to nudge his leg. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Wee Man, social butterfly that he is, is trying to force his head in between the crack in the door and Soap's leg.
"Och I dunno, it's a right fuckin mess in here right now." He hedges trying to gently maneuver a living rope of pure muscle longer than he is tall with just his bare foot. The crestfallen, vulnerable expression on Ghost's covered face makes something in him cry out. His Lt. starts to say something but Johnny doesn't let him finish. "But if ye'll lemme put some pants on I can make ye some of the chamomile tea ye like? We could go to yer room if ya'd like, might be able to see the floor too." He winks, seeing the exact moment Ghost notices his state of undress, the tops of his cheeks going the slightest bit rosy. And maybe it's that time of night where nothing quite feels real but he could swear he sees his Ghost smile a relieved smile.
"I'd like that."
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sneffing · 1 year
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The fact that All4 now displays an advert when you pause the programme is an assault against my psyche
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TIFU by going out on a back country road to deliver a single bag of cat food, shredding a tire and getting bit by a snake in the process, in exchange for $13
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illustriousmoongirl · 2 years
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