#how to lizard pose

[urghblergh]

[randomnameless]

She's totes not this "Rhea" person, but Seiros the Warrior !

And she jumps way higher than those lunatics in her lizard form !

Meanwhile, Cyril wonders why the young Lady Rhea keeps on messing everything up, was Seteth right when he said she had a rebel phase ?

[dragonsongmakhali]

[2023 GPose Wrapped]

What a year! I had no idea I had taken this many shots over 2023 :'> For the most part, each of these is something I've already featured on this blog. Jan, Feb, and Sept were never posted, though!

I would like to take a moment to thank all of y'all for inspiring me daily on my dash, and for all of the support and the kind words y'all have given over the year. Y'all have kept me creating through some dark times with your kind words, and have celebrated with me some real creative triumphs.

To 2024! I can't wait to see what we all create!

[Bonus portrait style shots below the cut!]

These didn't go well in the layout I wanted above, so they go here now :) Taken in January [not posted] > April > April > May > July > July

[luna-the-cretar]

One day I will learn how to draw anthros. And once I do, it’ll be over for all you bitches.

[neriyon]

New and curious finds

Yulan ⏐ Firn ⏐ Hawu'li ⏐ Einn ⏐ Naho ⏐ N'jinh ⏐ TBA

[inbabylontheywept]

The Motherfucking Lizard King

No one at work trusts my boss. 

He's smart. He works hard. He's not trustworthy. He hasn't actually fucked anyone at work over, but he's ruined his last two marriages with affairs, and got dumped by his third fiance when he wouldn't sign a prenup. The fact that we all know this is just a hazard of working in a small town. 

Anyway: The thought process of the people in the lab is that if he screwed over his first wife, and his second wife, and was probably planning on screwing over his third wife, it would be insane for him not to screw us over. After all, what kind of idiot treats their employees better than their spouse? 

I dunno. His kind, I guess? He's had a few chances to fuck us over, and he hasn't taken them. Opposite really. When our parent company was doing furloughs, he stayed in the office almost a hundred hours, talking and talking and talking his way up the corporate ladder. And in the end, no one at our site got furloughed. 

He's pulled strings like that before. And it baffles me, right? Because it really does make zero sense. He'll move the heavens and the earth for us, but his wife and kids are afterthoughts. It feels like any moment, he's going to look into the mirror and realize how stupid that is. It feels like I'm betting on him making the same stupid mistake again, and again, and again - like it would be less cynical to believe he was, eventually, going to stab me in the back. But he hasn't yet, and as far as I can tell he's been making that mistake for close to fifteen years, and it's already cost him everything it can. If he was going to learn, he would have by now. 

So my position on him is that if he wanted to date someone I cared about, I'd warn them off. I don't trust him there. But I tentatively trust him to be my boss. Maybe one day he'll stick the knife in and twist, and everyone will say Ah, Babs, we warned you, but for now, I accept that he's doing a very predictable, very irrational thing, and I've made my peace with it. 

---

My job has glue traps. 

No one likes the glue traps, but we don't have a lot of options. Poison's banned by state law, spring traps are banned by company safety, and several non-lethal options tried in the past failed to work. The mouse problem can get pretty bad if it's ignored, and there's some real health hazards in that. Our site has never had a positive hantavirus test, thank God, but the big base about a half hour away has. That guy's gonna be on oxygen the rest of his life. 

If a mouse gets caught, we just euthanize it. But more than mice get stuck. Lizards can wander into those traps too, and the people working there have different feelings about the lizards. They don't pose nearly the same kind of risk mice do. They're chill little guys, and they keep the moths away, and they're just 

You know. They're friendly. There's something to be said about walking into a room, and hitting the light switch, and seeing two little guys on the wall start to do pushups as soon as they see you. 

People used to just euthanize the lizards too, but I had pet leopard geckos as a kid and I couldn't take that so I wound up googling how to free animals from glue traps. Now, when a lizard gets stuck in a trap - which happens once or twice a week - I get some vegetable oil from the breakroom, and a little plastic fork, and I'll spend fifteen to twenty minutes just kind of gently prying the little guys out. 

I have a team of technicians that help me operate one of the larger machines. They're real blue collar guys, ex-airforce, and they make me look like a little kid. Being an engineer means they'll look to me as a leader sometimes, which is a wild experience. And I started helping the lizards for my own conscience, but one of the crazier consequences of it has been that it seriously boosted my leadership cred. Because those guys see me, and they go: Hey. If he's willing to fight for a lizard, he's gotta be willing to fight for me. 

I cannot overstate how nice that is. Most engineers that want to make a change to a maintenance practice, or try an upgrade, they have to work their asses off to get the techs to buy in. But I can just ask. They already trust me to do good. They know I'm new, and they know I'm not the smartest engineer in the building, but they also know I'm the one who gets lizards out of the glue traps. 

And just because of that, they're willing to follow me. 

---

My boss has a meeting every month or two. It's typically basic house cleaning stuff - reminders about routines we've gotten lazy on, and updates on future projects. Maybe some warnings about problems coming from higher up in the company.

People are, in my opinion, a bit too cynical about the meetings. It stems from people not trusting our boss, which again, I understand, because it would make so much more sense if he wasn't trustworthy. It's a testament to the man's incredibly unhealthy priorities that he is. But as we made it to the end of the meeting, one of bullet points was: 

Do NOT mess with animals in the building. 

So I looked at my techs, and they looked at me, and when he got to the point, he was so scathing I actually just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. He said basically that he'd heard some reports about someone in the building handling animals that found their way in and got stuck, and that he just wanted to emphasize how insanely inappropriate that was, not to mention dangerous, and that if he needed to speak to anyone about it again, there would be severe consequences. 

I was willing to just take the shame and move on. I was. But one of my techs is old. Old enough he could've retired two years ago. And his actual literal goal is to one day get angry, yell at someone, and storm out. That's how he wants to retire. So instead of biting his tongue like everyone else, he stood up and said: I hate the glue traps. You hate the glue traps. We all hate glue traps. But we've all sat here for years, ignoring the little things that get stuck in them, watching them die, and then Bab's comes in, and he is the first person in decades to give enough of a shit to start pulling the lizards out. And I don't want him to stop. 

Get humane traps or shut up but we are not going back to the old way of just letting things starve. 

And my boss actually froze up. He got all wide eyed and stared at Marc, and then the other techs jumped in, and there was a very small but intense rebellion in the meeting and my boss kept trying to interrupt while getting absolutely bowled over by this gang of angry middle aged air force vets, and eventually he just went 

I will speak with Babylon about this afterwards! After! And then he will speak with everyone else, but I have more points to cover. 

So they went silent, and my boss rushed through the last five minutes, and we all adjounred. The techs really didn't like that I was going in alone - they thought our boss was going to try and shout me into compliance. Marc in particular was like, Look, if he tries bullying you, stand your ground, and if he threatens anything, just come get us, and we'll give him hell. 

So armed with that, I went to my boss's office. I sat in the chair across from him, and he kept his composure for maybe five seconds before just flopping back into his chair. 

I had no idea you were saving lizards, he said, but I'm glad you are. I always hated seeing them die in the glue.  

I wasn't expecting that. I was about to ask him what the comment from the meeting was about then, but he answered that before I even got the chance.

A snake got into the building last week, and - someone picked it up and chased a coworker around. Turns out that coworker was severely afraid of snakes, and now it's a shitshow. We're a small site, and now I can't ask those two to work together anymore, to say nothing about how the snake fared after all that. Being upset about that is a reasonable thing, right? 

And he gave me a look like he actually wanted an answer, so I said Yeah, totally, chasing a coworker around with a snake is a dick move. Especially if that coworker is already afraid of snakes. 

And he said Exactly! and then we sat there a few moments longer. He looked so incredibly tired that I did, actually, feel kind of bad for him. And then he somehow managed to sink even further into his chair, and said

Look, I know I'm not a good guy. But I'm not evil. I'm not some sort of crazy asshole that's going to demand that everyone watch lizards starve to death. When you go back downstairs, could you try to pass that on? That I'm not evil? 

I said Sure because it wasn't a hard request, and he looked relieved. I actually made it halfway out before I realized I had a question. 

Who grabbed the snake? I asked. 

Not supposed to talk about it, he said. But whoever comes to mind first is probably right. 

ThatGuy? I asked. And he looked me in the face, nodded his head yes, and said No. 

---

The techs seemed a little disappointed that they didn't get to storm the boss's office, but were otherwise in good spirits. They were actually a little bit embarrassed to hear about the snake story - apparently, it wasn't much of a secret. It'd just slipped their minds because it happened three weeks ago. 

We did maintenance after that, the same basic repairs we did every week. The meeting had been stressful and it was a relief to work with my hands. When the parts were reinstalled, everything cleaned and smooth and ready to go, Marc found me again. 

You know what the lesson of today is? he asked. And there were quite a few answers to that that I could have taken - from don't assume the worst of people to be careful with how you spend your trust - we all need it more than we think. 

But instead I said what? because I wanted to hear what his answer was going to be. 

That I got your back, he said. Then he clapped one very, very large hand on my shoulder, gave it a good squeeze, and walked back to dosimetry lab.

---

The next day, Marc gave me a package and told me to open it in my office. I was suspicious, but I followed the request.

Cardboard gave way to a small baggie, obviously full of fabric, which opened to reveal a t-shirt that read

"I Am the Motherfucking Lizard King."

I looked at it, I loved it, and then I got an idea. I went to my boss's office and knocked on the door. When he opened it, I asked him if he would be willing to allow something very unprofessional to happen for morale building purposes.

How unprofessional? he asked. I held the shirt up in answer. He gave the shirt a short look over and snorted.

You can wear it on weeks without customers, he said. Which just so happened to include that week.

I'll pass on that it came with your blessing, I replied, and he looked oddly relieved.

Thanks, he said. And then I went downstairs.

---

The techs were very, very happy to see the shirt. And while my boss's reputation remains in tatters, and probably will be until he moves (or dies), the next time there was a meeting, there was quite a bit less complaining about how mere presence. Which is, I guess, a start.

We'll see if he squanders it.

[safaridays]

no, you don’t need to wear your mask/tail to school.

i wish young nonhumans didn’t feel compelled to be ‘out’ at school, especially when it’s a dangerous environment. i keep seeing posts along the lines of “wore my tail/mask to school! people berated/teased/put their hands on me, but it’s ok”.

no, it’s not.

like.. i understand a mask or a tail can be a very validating thing for some people. and i’m not saying NO ONE should wear them at schools. but i just keep watching this mounting trend of young therians insinuating you need some physical accessory or to do quads to be a ‘real’ nonhuman. and then it leads to things like this and it makes me incredibly sad.

i’d known i was alterhuman since late elementary school, actually. it’s a huge part of my life even now, years after graduation. there wasn’t a reason for it to be brought up, so i never did. it was a closely guarded secret to me, but it didn’t feel like a weight i was carrying. i always thought “no one needs to know i’m an animal if it jeopardizes my safety. so, oh well”.

“but, how will people know that i’m an animal?”

they probably will. they probably already do.

i was the designated ‘animal’ person my entire school career despite not ever handling animals in front of anyone. if there were pets, lost wild animals (baby rabbits, birds, lizards), or sometimes even loose livestock that got onto campus, it was always me who had to go tend to them.

everyone wanted me in their group in environmental science. if a project called for animal illustrations, the same thing would happen. it was certainly weird because i was also a ‘weird kid’ and not especially desired to be around outside of that, lol. but i was never harassed for it. it made me feel very validated, actually.

i had fun during gym running and fiercely destroying the opposing team in field hockey. i taught everyone which plants were okay to forage (and we snacked on them when we had to sit on the lower field for practice). every day i was hyperaware of the limbs i had that weren’t quite there. friends noticed my ears twitch and my nose wiggle at certain stimuli. i felt nice walking on two legs. i felt nice because i felt animal and i didn’t have to prove it to anyone.

really like… just do what makes you happy. i admire the bravery it takes to so earnestly wear your identity on your sleeve like that. that’s very impressive. however, there is NO obligation to do anything like that if you understand that there will be a reaction that poses a threat to you.

i want our kids to be safe, too. you don’t have to feel dysphoria over being discreet. sometimes it’s the safest option. and sometimes, that can be really fun, too.

study everything you can about your ‘type. wikipedia and animalia are good resources. ramble about them to anyone who will listen. jokingly refer to yourself as one in friend spaces. wear discreet clothes that remind you of your ‘type. find a nice private place outside where you can run and explore and look at plants and smell the air and feel like yourself. but by no means do you have to prove yourself. you know you.

[kalpeavaris]

oh whats that? Murder Drones Dragon!AU? Yeah?? Anyways I had a little blackout today and uh... doodles this... here you go. I even have a lil concept for it, teehee. Maybe I'll do more with it besides these doodles.

Anyways, lore drop time!!

In this AU, Dragons are a mammal-based species living on Copper-9, a habital planet similar to Earth (think Proxima Centauri b but Copper-9), where the humans had set up camp in the 3050s to study the species of dragons, which they had done for a long time. Due to the dragons high level of intelligence (on par with that of humans and exceeding it) as well as their similarities in DNA and being both mammals despite the dragons lizard-esque appearance.

Now, in this AU there's no Solver (not as virus, seperate entity or smth like that) but instead there's just Cyn. Cyn is the result of splicing human & dragon DNA, creating the first successful hybrid of both species. The experimentation around hybrids was kickstarted by James Elliott after losing his daughter Tessa in her 20s to cancer, wanting some way to revive his daughter or potentially even clone her with DNA that might help her live longer and healthier (since clones usually also experience a similar fate to their donor). Cyn was the result after many failed attempts and embryos that died off or were barely alive for a few hours/days, and combined a good appearance of the dragon donor and Tessa.

She is however, like other clones, her own being - but being treated as both a "replacement Tessa/daughter" to the Elliott family as well as being constantly used as a 'lab rat' has droven her really bitter. And who can blame her :')) Her body and mind both aged way faster than the usual human, attributed to both her dragon DNA and that of Tessa having been extracted in her early 20s. She's witty, sharp-tongued and prone to violence, which has brought the labratory responsible for testing at edge with Cyn being there.

You see, dragons in this AU all have a pre-destined element they can control to some extend, and they grow into learning how to control this power. Some can breathe it, some can use it similar to how element bending in Avatar worked, some can alter the state of said element through touch or even telepathy. Cyn can control every element to a molecular level, though the 'downside' is that she has to physically touch it for the time being and cannot use telepathy, which doesn't lower the incredibly level of a threat she's posing to basically anyone in her vicinity.

Killing off every human lab worker in 3054, she essentially takes over the lab and becomes her own entity, which is the "Absolute Solver" in this AU. Since Cyn's DNA was also used to inject "willing" test subjects like other dragons and humans, her abilities were spread, which includes Nori - who later passed on these genes and abilities to Uzi. Yeah, Cyn and Uzi are basically somewhat related in this AU. She's her grandmother... to some extend?? I guess?? PART TIME MOTHER???

N, V and J already exist in this AU and they're all workers for the Elliott family, similar to the OG. J is their secretary and was in a secretive relationship with Tessa, which makes the whole ordeal of Tessa passing & a clone being created (which is on the look out to kill people for revenge, whoops) a very emotional affair for her - and she has grown incredibly bitter over this. N & V are her younger siblings, and with N being pretty much the goody two shoes and V prone to spontaneous arson, trouble is pre-programmed.

N & V are both responsible for seeking out so called "wild dragons" (dragons that refused to integrate themselves into human society and argue that their sapient status means they shouldn't be working in such degrading manners, which slay, fuck capitalism and colonization) - and on one of their hunts in 3071 they meet Uzi, the daughter of one of the largest dragons ever known to both socities... and after initially being afraid of her they quickly learn she's quite... well... she's coming after her dad. Uzi however keeps them at bay, and intruiges both N and V with her demeanor, who agree to not harm anyone if Uzi in response shows them "her way of living".

It's not all fleshed out but it's coming!!

some tidbits I'm just gonna toss here:

-> Uzi's thumbs were amputated as a hatchling since descendants of Cyn's DNA were all born with 4 fingers & 1 thumb, while other dragons usually only have 4 fingers. To hide that Uzi's one of Cyn's descendants, Khan and Nori decided it'd be best.

-> N, V and J were labgrown dragons created in the 3050s, which the humans used to create in order to integrate them into human society easier... and exploit them as low-wage workers.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Oh I beg you to write for date everything, there are basically no male reader fics with my faves and I just… yearn for more content with them.

I love all the big himbos so much,,,, eughhh,,,, Luke, Dunk, Bodhi, and Tyrell. I want to be crushed in a hug by them

Duncan “Dunk” Shuttlecock x male reader 

drabble 

This is very much self-indulgent, for me, based on me, but ill post it here so y'all can have it too. I have such a horrible relationship with sports, but Dunk could probs get me into it again. 

I was almost licking my screen when Dunc appeared, and when he turned out to be so stupidly kind? Ugh, hold me back. 

Your entire body aches, arms and legs wobbling like a newborn fawn as you tried to hold the position Dunk had put you in. Normally, you would just have stopped, given up already and resorted to comfort eating at yet another failure. 

But Dunk was so bright, kind and encouraging that giving up was hard. His eyes would sparkle every time you tried, even if it was a lackluster attempt with little enthusiasm. You swore you could see him wagging a nonexistent tail when you put a little more effort into it, so it was impossible to disappoint him like that. 

“Aaaaaand, done” Dunks voice rang out from where he was crouched beside you, his strong arms and hands stuck out on either side of you to catch you if you fell.  

Your knees buckled, sending you crashing down like a bag of bricks. Had Dunk not caught you, then you might have cracked your head on your floor. Instead, you found yourself cradled against Dunks chest, his stupidly thick muscular arms wound around you. 

Hed gone without the normal gear today, or at least some of it, leaving his torso bare. Even with your brain cooking inside your head from the workout, you still found the power to nuzzle your face into his pecs. They were right there, how could you not? 

Dunks usual loud full laugh teetered off into something closer to a breathless giggle as you slump against him, letting him carry your weight. Part of your boiled brain cursed his inhuman strength and stamina, as hed been doing most of the workout with you, but seemingly wasn't even breathless. 

“That was amazing, you did so good” he gushed, pulling you into his arms as he stood, letting you dangle there like a wet blanket. “You did it for five more minutes than last time, I'm so proud of you” he continued.  

The pride and joy in his voice was almost tooth rottingly sweet, enough to make your jaw ache. It didn't seem to matter what you did, even if some days you did worse than last time, Dunk was ready to jump all over the place and gush about how good you did, and how great you were for trying. 

It hurt, in some strange deep way, to be complimented. Dunk was far from the only object in your house to gush about you like this, which was why you avoided Amir some days, and it ached every time, but Dunk was just so true about it.  

Low self-confidence and love didn't seem to be in his dictionary, at least for others. You knew Dunk suffered with his own issues, and tried to be for others what he wished for others to have done for him. And it worked, most days.  

And some days, you only came to work out to spend time with him, and to oogle when hed do different yoga poses or whatever, and you got to watch his flexible muscular body move. 

Above you, Dunks voice was a pleasant buzz. You might have felt bad for ignoring what he was saying, but here nuzzled in his arms and buried in his chest, most of everything was hard to focus on. 

Inhaling deeply, you press your face closer, like a damn cat. You wanted to curse at how good he smelled sometimes. For someone who worked out so much, Dunk didn't reek badly. He smelled, sure, but... it wasn't bad. It was that kinda strong pheromonely manly smell that always made your lizard-brain snap to attention. 

It was only when one of his strong hands brushed through your sweaty hair that you looked up at him, eyes bleary and face still sweaty and sticky from the workout. “you are so cute sometimes” he cooed, his eyes turning so soft that you might as well turn into a puddle right there in his arms. 

Your jaw settled at the comment, furrowing your sweaty brows, huffing out a breath through your nose. Everyone in the house knew how bad you were at compliments and actually being liked, and loved, by anybody. And yet, they kept piling it on, over and over again.  

You remembered Curt and Rod throwing some loving shade, adding on how they were just gonna keep going until it stuck, no matter how mushy they all had to get. Youd thrown shade right back at them, which resulted in the two getting into it like usual, allowing you to slip away from what you had felt was about to become a compliment and love attack. 

Dunk laughed above you, his smile so bright you almost had to squint, as it was like looking right at the sun. To get back at him, you turn your head and open your mouth, biting into his thick juicy pec. It was just right there, and it always makes Dunk yelp when you do so. 

“H-hey now, don't start something you can't finish” he coughs, face becoming flushed as he looks at you, but glances off to the side every few seconds.  

Even when you were as shaky and wobbly as you were, you still shuffled a little to close your lips around one of his nipples, flattening your tongue against it, before flicking it. Dunk grunts above you, his arm tightening around you as his other hand settles on the back of your head. 

“Y-you should go cool off f-first" he chokes out, even as Dunks eyes clench shut, a shudder running through his body as you start a lazy slow motion of mouthing and sucking at his chest. 

But it would be rude not to pay him back for being so supportive like hed been, right? Dunks flush only grew deeper when he opened his eyes to look down at you, your eyes meeting in a heated connection. 

You were sure that yoga mat could be used for something other than yoga, and that was the kind of workout you didn't mind. 

[warblogs17282]

I love how during the 'waiting for ghostfuckers' trilogy of shorts we've received, in every single one there's at least something in it that makes us think about Stolas again.

In the penguins short it was well, just this line/scene in general.

In the third short it was the Stolas pose and the Blitzy-kun name.

And in the most recent short, it was Blitz mentioning cloacas.

Stolas is 100% still on this lizard's mind without a doubt in the world.

Side note, but I still can't help but wonder if Blitz has been throwing himself into work more often because of the events of s2 e8 and e9.

[skylerspritez]

First post after getting Tumblr (I literally only got it because GunnTech is awesome, @elmushterri I have been obsessed with this) so these are my renditions/sketches in chronological order of how I drew them

I don't know why the first one was so dark and angsty but okay

The second one is my favorite, Nori is such a mood

I love the little lizard on the third one(and also this is when I realized I have no idea how to draw dynamic poses)

The fourth one was supposed to be a little doodle in class but turned into more angst. I haven't caught up with the ao3 posts so idk if it clashes or not but I feel like if anyone were to snap and beat up Romeo, it would be Greg. He may be the peacekeeper, but he's tired of standing by and seeing Connor suffer.

Then the last one was more Nori because yes, don't ask me what's going on with the cut off (I honestly don't know either and hate how it looks but Spiderman kiss yippee)

Anyways I love this au so much

[the-ancient-dragons]

Welcome back to Overcomplicating the Pyrrhian Tribes! This week: the beloved RainWings!!

You know what's up. Joy Ang and Tui are so cool and I am just me.

Details and explanation below!

Otherwise, next week are the chilly IceWings! See you then!!!

More overcomplicated dragons.

I knew the RainWings would be really important, and I think they turned out the best of all the ones I've done. I think they're my favourite because they are basically the perfect mix of extra realism spice without altering Joy's design too much. The SkyWing design is awesome and I love it to bits, but it is one of the two that are the farthest from canon.

As for the RainWing.... I had. So. Much. FUN. I heavily used chameleons and snakes - they're basically the two main species on my research board - but there is a dash of cuttlefish and frilled lizard in there. Where, you ask? Well if you look closely, all over the RainWing are little tiny flecks of darker colour. I found a beautiful reference of a close-up on a cuttlefish eye. Its skin is dotted in thousands of little marks and I thought that would be perfect for the RainWing, who can camouflage just as well as them. I don't know if it's been discussed in canon but I bet they could animate their scales more than just colour shifting - cuttlefish are known for using their rapidly shifting patterns to hypnotize prey. RainWings could do it too, sort of like Ka from Disney's 2D animated Jungle Book.

Speaking of Ka - snakes. I love snakes. The head structure of the RainWing here is very smooth and rounded with muscles based on snakes like the python. I was even going to originally draw them in a venom striking pose and got as far as completing the lineart, but ultimately decided it wouldn't fit the calm portraits of the other tribes.

Will you see it in the future? Hell yeah! Pure, unhinged, magical death spit. Looking at it now I might try to alter it to be a full piece of Glory attacking Scarlet or Crocodile.

In the striking pose you can see the frills much better, but I still took my time on this serene pose (this is where the frilled lizard influence comes in). If you notice that I've drawn every scale (every single scale) then, yes, I am insane. If you didn't know that yet, you know it now. You have to draw guide lines and follow them meticulously while you wonder why you don't make a scale brush, and then cry because you know the randomness and imperfections that come from drawing a thousand circles is how it looks natural. The eye area is actually my favourite part, since drawing dragon eyelids was the original inspiration for doing this. Did I mention that? I wanted to draw eyelids.

EYELIDS.

I digress. Besides the eyelids, I like the frills on the action pose, but this pose is where I like the body scales more. When zooming in on my chameleon colour refs, I noticed the very rhythmical distribution of their scales and figured I would give it a try. They actually do have extra large circular scales along their bodies, which is where I guess the canon RainWing design gets it from. Very clever, Joy!

Anyway, on this version, those small circular scales appear on the face. Not only that, but I added a bit of influence from the snouts of my ref chameleons by extending the nose bridges to wrap around the nose horn. They blend in so seamlessly and that's the reason why I love this design - it's subtle, barely there, mostly Joy but a little extra.

Wow, I talk too much. If you're here, thank you! It's not mandatory to read, but very appreciated. I heard once that visitors at an art gallery look at each piece an average of 2-3 seconds. Or was it 3-6? Idk, but it was shockingly short, and ever since then I've tried to encourage myself to pay more respect to other artists and glean their work for little details I skip after that quick glance. I could talk so much more about these designs but that would be like an hour long video, each, lol. If you have questions about anything, ask away!

[bonelyheartsclub]

♡ Stretch - Valentine's One-Shot ♡

Written by @/buttergriffin332

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The moon was high in the sky, the stars twinkling and bright. The cold night air granted a nice breeze through the neighborhood, sending little chills into open windows and to those who happened to be up at this ungodly hour. A pleasant night to be curled up in bed, sleeping away to begin the next day. 

You were one of the many tucked away under the covers and pleasantly asleep. You’d have stayed asleep if not for the subtle chiming of your phone, the screen flashing on and shining right in your face. It seemed you had forgotten to put it on do not disturb mode. So you were roused from your slumber as you blindly reached for your phone. You moved to turn it off, but just barely caught who the notification was from. 

It was from Stretch.

‘Lemme in ;3’

You squinted in confusion at the text and watched as a second one arrived.

‘Hi :D’ 

“Wha…” You grumbled sleepily.

“Hi.” 

You yelped and jolted in your bed, sitting straight up as you gawked at the skeleton lazily peering through the window you left open last night. He just grinned as if he hadn’t just roused you from sleep and gave you the biggest scare of your life; at least, for the month. 

“Nice shirt.”

“Stretch? What are you doing here? It’s 3 in the morning.” You groaned, voice rough with sleep as you rubbed your eyes. You weren’t that tired anymore after the spook, but you certainly wished you could go back to sleep.

Stretch grunted and hopped through your window, plopping down on your bed with a sigh. “Couldn’t sleep.” He put his hands in his pockets and turned to you. “Wanna go out with me?”

You sighed and pulled a blanket over your shoulders. “Stretch, it’s the middle of the night. Nothing is going to be open.” 

He chuckled. “No, I mean literally. Do you wanna go out with me? Like for a walk.”

You tilted your head at him, confusion all over your face, and watched as Stretch’s goofy smile widened. “You, Stretch, are asking me to go for a walk?” You asked slowly.

“That’s how you know this relationship is serious. Only the very special people in my life know I walk outside in the dead of night with a flashlight when everyone else in the neighborhood is asleep.” His smile was unbelievably large at this point, and maybe it was that you’d only just woken up, but you really couldn’t tell if he was playing around or being serious. 

“I’m going back to sleep.” You huffed and laid back down. 

Stretch laughed and got up and gently pulled the blanket back. “Okay no, wait. Come on, hear me out.” He snickered and waited for you to turn back to him. “I know it’s late, but it’s a great time of night for lizard and frog hunting.” He knelt down beside the bed. 

“Why would I wanna go lizard and frog hunting at three in the morning?” You rolled over and frowned sleepily at him. 

“Because it’d be with me? And you love me?” He put on that stupid cheese smile that never fails to make you smile back, but you tried to hide it behind your blanket. “Besides, not like you’re doing anything important-”

“I was sleeping! One of your favorite things to do!” You argued. 

He continued to talk. “So why not spend this time doing something fun?!” He stood up to his full height and put his hands on his hips. “Come on, you’ll like it!”

“I like sleep, too…” You slowly sat back up and tried to bite back a yawn. 

Stretch settled down into a more calm pose, matching your energy a bit more. When he gets all excited his similarities with Papyrus really show. “We won’t be out too long, promise.” 

You sighed, caving at his eager face. “If I do this, you’re treating me to lunch and dinner today.” 

He snorted, and you almost moved to argue with him, but he waved it off. “I hear ya, it’s a deal. Lunch and dinner, on the to-do list.” He nodded and reached his hand out when you started to get up. “You’re gonna wanna change clothes.” 

“I gathered that, silly.” 

After you threw on a pair of sweatpants and a nice soft jacket, you and Stretch lazily strolled out of your house. Sure enough, it’s still the dead of night and very dark. The lamp posts were the only light source that allowed the two of you to see the sidewalk. Stretch seemed to have a specific target to walk towards, so you followed.

You soon found yourself in a more odd location than expected. The edge of a small thicket of trees that bordered the large neighborhood. You couldn’t help but laugh in denial.

“You know, if I didn’t care about you so much, I’d find it really strange that you woke me up in the middle of the night to lead me into a dark forest.” You hummed and gave a little shiver from the breeze.

Stretch snickered and pulled an item from the pocket of his hoodie and affixed it to his skull. You squinted from the bright light suddenly shining on your face and groaned. 

“Luckily, I have a means to make it not dark.” He replied and offered a second head light to you. You decided to ask why he had multiple of these later.

“You’re lucky I like you.” 

“Oh so very lucky. Let’s go!” 

Stretch was very careful with you as you both walked through the cluster of trees and bushes and whatnot. He kept a hand around yours, and the light pointed down to make sure you were never far behind and never slipped. All the while, the orange dots of his eyes flicked back and forth with each sound in the night. You could hear the hoot of an owl, the chirp of crickets, and even the occasional frog croak.

You stayed put when Stretch let your hand go and started snooping through some bushes. He rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie and dove his hands into a small, muddy puddle, and let out a shout of victory. 

You cocked your head and watched as he approached you, his hands firmly gripping a large frog covered in dirt.

“I got you a friend.”

“Oh my g-, put it down Stretch!”

He fake gasped. “You don’t like my gift?” 

“I love your gift, just not the possibility of it attacking me.” You stepped back and smacked his arm when he moved the frog closer. It was surprisingly relaxed in his hands, all things considered.

Stretch smiled. “He’s fine. He won’t hurt ya!” He cocked his head and hummed. “Can’t tell what kind it is… it’s a wood frog.”

You hummed and nestled your hands in your warm pockets. “Well, we are around trees.” You teased gently. 

He rolled his eyes and crouched back down to the spot where he’d grabbed the little guy and let him go. “Let’s hop to it!” 

Oddly enough, rooting through leaves and bushes was quite fun! Even if it was a little cold. Your fingers gently tingled in the cold night air which left you to watch Stretch more than participate, but it was enjoyable nonetheless! Anything he caught he’d give you a quick show and share a fact or two about the critter before letting it go. It was remarkable that his clothes stayed clean the whole time. 

“This a habit of yours I didn’t know about?” You asked as you were crouched with him as he set free a much smaller frog. It was various shades of brown and you were surprised Stretch saw it even with the light. 

He shrugged. “Eh… consider it a temporary hobby? A lot of these little guys weren’t in the underground, so I’m kinda infatuated by them.”

“Ooh, big word.” 

“Hush.” He pushed you with his elbow with a chuckle. 

You laughed with him and stood back up, walking with him once again. “It’s actually really cute. Even if it’s a little silly to think of you stalking through the night just to look at reptiles and stuff.” 

He hummed and wrapped an arm over your shoulders to gently pull you closer as you both strolled your way out towards the street. “I’m glad my silliness is endearing.” 

“It’s one of your best qualities.” You replied, grinning when you caught the subtle orange that spread on his face. Though he probably thought you couldn’t see it in the darkness.

He rubbed the back of his neck with one of his hands, trying to brush off the embarrassment. “W-well uh… in that case I-OH!”

In a blink, and with speed you’d rarely seen from the skeleton, he was over by a bush and quickly swiped something from the leaves. You tried to ask what was so exciting that got that reaction from him, but he spun and offered you to look instead. 

“Ooh, a lizard.” You smiled and reached out to try to give the rather large critter a pet, but Stretch pulled his hands away. 

“A gecko! A tokay gecko specifically.” He lifted his hands up to his face to look at the little guy closer. “You’re not supposed to be out here. No, you are not.” He hummed and tried to look it over without loosening his grip. 

“He’s not?” You inquired and shuffled closer to him. The little guy looked pretty. The red spots really made him pop.

He shook his head. “Nope. These little guys are actually from uh… Asia I believe? So far away from here. Obviously invasive.” He hummed and cocked his head to the side. “And usually supposed to be pretty aggressive….” His voice drifted off. 

“Looks pretty docile to me.” You observed and leaned against the skeleton, partly to look at the large reptile and partly to soak up his warmth as the cold started to bite a bit more. 

“Yeah, that’s the problem. That means he was captive bred. He shouldn’t be out here.” He frowned and held the critter closer to his chest. 

You grinned. “Did you just make a new friend?” You teased, nudging him as he laughed. 

“Nyeh heh, I wish. Regardless of if he was in captivity before, he’s pretty grown up and won’t hesitate to bite to protect whatever they call their territory. Wouldn’t want any of my little ones getting hurt.” He waved his head in motion for you to follow, going back to the original task of going home. 

“What are you gonna do with him then?” You wrapped an arm around one of his own, looking at the reptile that seemed rather content in Stretch’s grasp. 

“I’m gonna make a temporary tank for the night, then turn him over to a shelter in the morning. He’s a beautiful little one, I’m sure he won’t be stuck there long.” 

You smiled. Watching Stretch dote on something the size of his hand was always so sweet to see. You knew a select few details of his past and that kindness is ingrained in his very being, despite some of the demons he obviously has, no matter how much he refused to tell you. Watching him be his authentic self in these moments reminded you of just why you fell for him.

You warmed up in the skeleton house and helped Stretch set up the temporary tank for the gecko. The little guy immediately hid under a hide away log the moment Stretch let him inside. After he was settled, you yawned and sat with the skeleton on the couch. Drowsiness had begun to weigh on you a while ago, but finally sitting down showed you just how tuckered out you were. It was only 5 in the morning, and you were thankful you didn’t have work tomorrow and had every intention of sleeping in. 

You felt the skeleton nuzzle his face against the top of your head and hum. “Happy Valentine's Day, sweet bee.”

You turned to look at him. “Valentines day?” 

“Yeah, it’s technically the 14th, even if the sun isn’t up yet. Had the whole day planned for ya…. If you’re up for that I mean.” he hummed, a shy smile tugged on his face. 

You hummed sweetly and leaned your head back to his shoulder. “That sounds lovely, but I don’t know if I’ll be waking up any time soon for your plans.” You sighed. 

Stretch rubbed your back and pulled you a touch closer. “Well, good thing I had that planned out too. Had a whole lunch and dinner date planned.” 

“Aww.” You smiled and closed your eyes. Lunch and dinner, he’s so sweet. 

…

Wait. 

“Is that why you laughed!?”

Stretch’s cackling filled the living room and you’re once again reminded of another reason why you fell for him. He really does think of everything. 

You groaned and roughly shoved yourself against him, intending to take all the warmth and comfort he could possibly have. “Happy Valentine's Day to you too, you dork.” 

[foxok-stuff]

what if you drew like uhhhhhh an anthro red/caramel lizard hybrid

I'd tried this once and its name was Fruit Punch but I gave up

(this was also made a month ago... There are 2 more requests from a month ago I have to post, then it's fresh stuff again)

I would probably call them something like a... Tangerine/Mandarin lizard? Idk they remind me of those small and sweet oranges...

Didn't know how to pose all of their 4 arms, so I gave them a little centipede plush to hold.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Could you do honkai girls with an s/o who can transform like a Power Ranger or Kamen Rider?

(H:SR/ToCS) Firefly, Herta, Seele, Rappa, Laura, Emma, and Duvalie's S/O having a Power Rangers Transformation

"IT'S MAKING ME CRINGE, DUTCH!-" *VIOLENT COUGHING* - 99% of the characters in this post

Firefly at first was taken aback by S/O's wrist suddenly glowing a bright red color.

...Which were then quickly followed up by flashy and dramatic poses.

(S/O) "IT'S MORPHN' TIME!"

(Firefly) "Morphing what-?"

In an instant, S/O's body was overtaken by electricity, before their clothes were replaced with a red spandex jumpsuit, posing and an explosion appearing behind them.

Firefly couldn't react too outwardly, considering that she was still acting as SAM.

And...truthfully, yeah if she criticized them about it, it'd be the pot calling the kettle black.

She knew her transformations were sometimes dramatic, but that was a fear factor. S/O's on the other hand?

Well, even their explosion was color coded to their suit, so this was going a little overboard.

(Firefly) "...I wonder if the armor would form like that flawlessly if I posed like that too."

Herta was honestly fascinated by S/O's Power Suit, moreso than she was annoyed.

It was kind of funny too, if not cringeworthy.

(S/O) "GO, GALACTIC!-"

S/O pointed their sword heroically in the air, scaring the subjects Herta had them fighting against.

Which was impressive, considering they were all automatons.

(Herta) snrrk! "Is the catchphrase necessary?"

(S/O) "Absolutely it is!"

(Herta) "I see...Note to self, make prototype not require vocal confirmation-"

Once she got around to making her own for science, she would not be shouting that literally every single time she needed someone beat up.

As for the residual energy buildup, Herta would also make sure that a transformation would not cause a catastrophic explosion too.

Seele just groaned everytime a fight broke out near her and S/O.

Normally, she would have been concerned that the love of her life had the risk of getting hurt.

S/O's method of fighting was anything but normal.

(Grunt) "Tch, what is a Galaxy Ranger going to do, bring us to 'justice'?! Hah, get real!-"

(S/O) "I'm not just any ranger. Not by a long shot...!"

S/O stuck their hand out, reaching for the weird red lizard-themed wrist device on them.

(S/O) "I need more quantum power!"

Seele crossed her arms and waited impatiently, foot tapping on the ground waiting as the suit suddenly morphed around them, shocking everyone but her.

(Seele) "Can you get this over with already? I'm not gonna wait for you to summon your giant robot this time."

After seeing it for the 50th time this month, Seele is more than just a little over this flashy and stupid ass way of fighting.

Who the hell would even find this cool?!

(Rappa) "THAT IS SO FRIGGIN' COOL, NINJA KOIBITO!"

Rappa is basically frothing at the mouth the moment S/O transforms into their suit.

Even their lines mirrored hers, and which meant that it was over the top, obnoxiously loud, and flashier than the signs around Penacony.

It was to the point that Rappa copied S/O: lines, movement, and all.

(Rappa & S/O) "NINJA STORM, RANGER FORM!-"

Landing in front of the robbers they were bringing to justice, they struck a pose inflicting fear into their hearts!

...Or at the very least, left them confused as to what they were witnessing.

(S/O) "WITH THE SPEED OF THE WIND!"

(Rappa) "AND STRENGTH LIKE THUNDER!-"

Rappa has zero issues with their transformation, and is enjoying it perhaps a little too much.

(Rappa) "Ninja Koibito, you will get me a suit like yours, won't you?!"

Laura knew that S/O was part of a very eccentric Bracer group, but she truly had no idea how weird they were until seeing them in action.

She drew her greatsword, prepared to fight the monsters threatening the village before S/O ran past her, reaching for their wrist.

(Laura) "S/O! Hang on, we need to-"

(S/O) "LIGHTSPEED, RESCUE!-"

S/O apparently thought it was more important to pose in front of the monster than dodge it, something that gave nearly gave her a heart attack.

With a blinding light, S/O transformed into a red jumpsuit that effortlessly punched past the monsters, causing them to burst into a fiery explosion, one that nearly scorched her, as they effortlessly saved the townspeople behind them.

They landed from the explosion with a rather impressive flip, but she was still absolutely floored by their theatrics.

And the townspeople were just as weirded out as her.

(S/O) "Don't worry, we're here to save you! Now go!"

(Man) "T-Thanks...I think?"

(Laura) "S/O, are the poses required?-"

(S/O) "Hm? What poses?"

(Laura) "...Nevermind."

Now, Emma has dealt with and seen some strange magic in her time.

But never has she seen anything like the way S/O uses theirs.

Emma is half convinced it isn't really magic, since they were using a device that wasn't too dissimilar from an Arcus to activate it.

And she certainly hopes it wasn't, because just watching S/O transform gave her second-hand embarassment.

(S/O) "MAGICAL SOURCE, MYSTIC FORCE!"

As they dramatically posed and pointed their phone into the sky, Emma's hand slid down her face, slightly knocking her glasses out of position.

(Emma) "Dear Goddess...-"

She couldn't imagine having to do that everytime she used her staff, let alone keeping a straight face and not think it was the dumbest thing.

Emma would find the suit and cape kind of cool, if it weren't for the flamboyant poses they struck, and the explosions that happened everytime S/O finished fighting something.

Now that had to be magic.

She politely chooses not to say anything about it, for better and worse.

Duvalie's jaw dropped the first time she saw S/O in action.

She was in awe alright, awe of their stupidity.

S/O had brought an ancient lizard-like archaism to their control, colored it bright red, and even managed to make it pose with them.

On top of that, they changed into their combat gear with a dramatic flash of colors, complete with pose and catchphrase.

Duvalie's eye twitched as she watched them effortlessly bulldoze through scores of monsters.

Which someone in spandex, no armor, and a sword that borderline looked like a toy shouldn't be able to do.

Meanwhile, her two subordinates simply watched, turning to their head knight.

(Ines) "...Did they just shout, 'Dino-'"

Duvalie spun around to Ines, finger on her chest as her voice bordered full on yelling.

(Duvalie) "NOT. ANOTHER. WORD. Oh, they are SO DEAD THE MOMENT THEY COME BACK!"

(Ennea) "If anything, they're doing a good job. We were supposed to be here clearing them out. Perhaps we need to don their jumpsuits and-"

(Duvalie) "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! I WOULD NEVER PUT ON SOMETHING SO STUPID LIKE THAT!"

(Ines) "And you let S/O do that?-"

(Duvalie) "IF THE TWO OF YOU SAY ANOTHER WORD, I'LL MAKE THEIR GIANT MACHINE EAT YOU!"

[milotraflgkl]

.☘︎ ݁˖ Fur, Feathers, and Chaos

.ᐟ WHO: Crocodile / DoFlamingo / Garp One Piece

.ᐟ CONTENT: Crocodile a bit OOC, Trigger Warning for DoFlamingo he’s abusive and there is bird death mentioned!! Wholesome moment with Garp, overall pretty cute except for DoFlamingo cause… obvi.

.ᐟ WORD COUNT: 1304

.ᐟ AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry for not uploading so recently, I’ve gotten caught up in working on transferring to my college and everything. I’ll try to get back into my swing again!! please ignore the random banners i used im lazy…

Crocodile

He wasn’t thrilled to learn that you had brought home a pet, specifically a lizard, and found it mildly insulting.

Did you get a lizard? A pet? And brought it to life along with you in your home.

He forces you to keep it in a separate room away from everything. He does not want to know it exists, and when you bring it out, he becomes all pouty.

“I am not sure why you are so adamant about keeping that thing.” He grumbled, staring down at the newspaper, his glasses sitting on the edge of his nose before he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “At least this one gives me attention instead of reading that damned newspaper.” You tell him with a bit of attitude, moving to pick the lizard up, setting it onto your shoulder, and walking to the kitchen. He glared at the lizard the whole time, but he continued to read his newspaper, swearing under his breath.

Sometimes he thinks about getting rid of the lizard without you knowing, selling him for a scam to earn more money than he should be.

He doesn't know when he walks past the room where you sit, whispering to the lizard and placing little kisses against its head.

He realized how endearing it was, seeing you so gentle with a creature smaller than you. The idea that you are completely different from him, how you treat things smaller so tenderly, while he would crush something like that without a second thought.

He would approach you in the room where you kept the reptile, being cautious not to let the thing slip out and being blamed because it was a tiny creature that truthfully at any point escaped the room. He was surprised it hadn’t yet. He studied the room taking it all in for a moment before he finally spotted you on the floor with limbs spread out in a starfish pose, he chuckled at first before momentarily worrying you were dead stepping closer only stopping when he noticed you peek an eye open. “You like that thing more than me?” You instantly sit up with furrowed brows, “What happened to hello?” You bite back.

You have to then reassure him and give him more time of your attention, he had silently grown more jealous and resentful over the creature.

After a while of all of this back and forth you finally forced him to tell you the truth, in which he admitted he hated that you gave the creature more attention so you worked out a schedule that made the reptile have less time with you unless you said it was necessary (He still followed you even then.)

Doflamingo

He honestly didn’t care, You got a new pet? Fine. Just don’t expect him to do anything for that piece of meat.

You got a bird, he thought it was stupid that you got a bird when he was right there.

“You talk to that bird more than you talk to me.” He pointed out as he walked over uncaring for the safety of the bird he grabbed it and moved to push it back into the cage, slamming the door shut and making the hook go back on so the bird couldn’t get out before he walked over to you grabbing your waist pulling you toward him and licking his long-strange tongue over your face before finding your tongue and shoving it down. “Maybe I should claim this tongue as mine so only I can hear you talk.” He growled against your lips.

He would make more of these empty threats to you and eventually, you learned to only be around the bird when he was the busiest, hoping he would notice. He did.

He would start forcing you to follow him around every time he got busy, unless it was dangerous then he’d lock you away in your shared room.

You soon found a way to sneak around and feed the bird and give it time to play, making sure DoFlamingo never found out and you kept a good record of that for almost a solid month!

Then someone snitched.

He came storming into your shared room late one night, he had been working a bit late so you had gone to bed without him - which only pissed him off even more. He slammed the door open and under his glasses, there was a prominent glare coming from him, “You dare break my rules and go around my back?” He quips standing over and grabbing your neck to lift you from her causing you to yelp in surprise, “I should lock you in a cellar.” He growled and since you were still half asleep you couldn’t think straight so, stupidly you responded with “Over a bird? Doffy, grow up.”

He kept you in the cellar for a month and a half, then when the bird died soon after he got someone to get rid of only keeping a feather to taunt you. Often using it to bribe you or upset you when you did something to piss him off.

Garp

You got a bulldog that looked extremely close to him, so that’s why you got it. It had the same angry expression on its face as Garp.

He didn’t understood why you needed a dog so he asked and you explained for protection, which only just offended him and slightly upset him.

But he ends up loving the dog a lot more than you ever think you could, giving the dog bones on his way out and bringing home things for JUST the dog. You grew a bit jealous over it before you realized it was just unnaturally sweet for him.

“I’m home!” He announced to your nice little cottage hidden from pirates and any other sort of dangerous things that could lurk near you, you made your way to the front door only to see you had been beaten by your dog by a mere minute and you could’ve sworn that the dog was side-eyeing you with a smug smirk on its face. You pouted and walked over giving Garp a quick peck hoping he’d give you the same attention as the dog but he didn’t, so you turned away upset.

This continued for weeks, so much so that slowly over those weeks you stopped greeting him at the front door. You stopped giving him a peck goodbye and you barely even spoke to him before bed, whispering a simple goodnight love you.

He caught on instantly since the first time he saw you pouting in the kitchen while cleaning the same spot on a frying pan for about five minutes.

One day he came home and was greet with the dog again, only giving it an ounce of his attention before he made his way toward your shared room finding you there in bed reading a book - you didn’t dare look up.

“I brought you flowers.” His gruff voice broke the silence, your eyes immediately darting up in surprise to see the just torn-out-of-the-ground flowers and a small box in his other hand. You were shocked, shocked that he knew you were still a real person and very much living in the same house as him and his dog. “It’s not much but I think you deserve it.” He nods to you before walking over gently playing the flowers to the side and handing you the box.

It was a ring, a promise one. A good one at that, you cried and hugged him before you spent the rest of the night cuddled up to Garp while the dog? It had been locked outside of the room because Garp didn’t want to make the attention on you disappear for even a second.

Cause he felt guilty.