#lizard feeding

[confirmedgeckos]

It’s not Digiorno, it’s Dubia!

[neunhofferart]

Laura Dern finally calmed down from the excitement of the stream to eat the remainder of her birthday treats, don't worry ^^

[sukunastoy]

AWWWWWWWW YEAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

LIZARDSSSSSSSSSSS WOOOOOOOOOOOO

ILL ALWAYS BE READY TO SHOW PICS OF MY REPTILIAN CHILDS

Have a video of Texas chasing some crickets in the tub.

SOUND UP 🔊 The little bonk 😭😂😅

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[kaijutegu]

Have you ever seen an animal this passionate about eggs?

Look at her. That is the face of a creature who has seen the cosmic egg at the center of the universe and eaten it.

[claitea]

friends :)

[tenspontaneite]

At least three scavs hanging from a single pole moment

[harvestmoth]

anyways. chicken scratch of the creature

[lovecherishmm]

Kim Soleum could see ghosts and have his own guardian. Also, these ghosts happily followed him to Dark Exploration Record, and now they were playing buddies with Braun in his room.

What would have come to your mind at the mention of ghost? Scary, grotesque clump of flesh? The monster under your bed? The dangling, faceless figure with their head painfully close to yours once you open your eyes, dripping blood and smelled rotten?

Kim Soleum, for all his part, could attest it was rare for ghosts to appear so 'dirty'. It was also rare for them to actively try to drag the living into some sort of mess. And, they were quite sensitive, they did not adore impolite and imprudent people in their presence. They also do not like it when their appearance is described and made fun of, especially when their privacy of living days is exchanged with poorly hidden mockery and disrespect.

It was a valid and reasonable response, he learned. Kim Soleum came to realize it was a simple decency, one which the living now undermine as something to be frowned upon. The rule was unchanging, so long the living do not cross the line, they would also not cross theirs. Sometimes though, many ghosts were curious and stepped too closely to the living world, got stuck there and had to replenish their energy to be back. Ironically enough, the same case happened with humans, many people took the chance to test their unfound bravado and never to be seen again.

Kim Soleum saw two worlds for a long time. He lived in two different spaces simultaneously, he witnessed far too much in a lifetime, failing to fit in either side and having to constantly protect himself so he wouldn't die.

Oh. Yes. You could die from seeing ghosts. When you're 'the same kind' as him, your soul is easier to be plucked out, that's why you should not delve too 'deep' into something you, as a living, should not do. It was a headache to face as a child, he could not articulate how terrifying it was to see ghosts creeping on the ground and filling the space as their bodies stacked on top of one another when he took a train ride, he could not convey how many crying faces following the frowning adults, could not say he sees a lot of things. He could not say he could see the future either, the future of which how close humans around him are about to die. He could not say their faces were akin to a fading painting, colours blurred and turned white-black, could not say the kind grandma he bought nice chocolate cookies from was fated to die that day and he would wake up the next morning to see the coffin in the mourning house.

But there's something people like him had in common. They have their own guardian. Kim Soleum had, too. Sometimes it was guardians that had been passed down in each family's 'chosen', sometimes it was ghosts that decided to adopt and keep them safe after getting help with their 'will'.

Kim Soleum had a guardian called Mr. Shin. Mr. Shin did not have a head, massive in stature and had ten limbs. The kid him had been utterly horrified he 'crossed' the line and was trapped on the other side for a week. His other guardian, a jaguar with four jaws and human limbs as tails named Ji, found and dropped him in his backyard with his parents looking both relieved and haunted.

The 'ghost' world Kim Soleum had known for so long was terrifying, potentially dangerous and still also largely safe and kind. He could count on one hand how many ghosts tried to harm let alone kill him, even then it was on accident.

The Dark Exploration Record was anything but safe. It may be emptier outside (it feels so strange to see such emptiness), yet inside the ghost story, what he met were ghosts brimming with malice and bloodlust. He had expected it to some extent since it was based on what's written by humans for entertainment—he had some hope it wouldn't be this dangerous.

– Dear Friend! You've got such wonderful companions! This Braun is in awe of Mr. Shin's vast knowledge, a truly brilliant display of expertise could be a wonderful contribution to our show!

But it's okay, Kim Soleum tried to convince himself one more time, hands holding on Ji's heavy body to stop the latter from grooming Braun with her monstrous lick. Ji growls in dissatisfaction, tails easily grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. They just came back from a Darkness and need to be 'clean'.

– .... This little fellow surely misunderstood some things along the way.

As long as he still had his guardians with him, the Darkness was manageable. And for extra note, the apartment is too small to hold two massive ghosts bickering and gushing over Braun's minuscule and adorable form.

"...."

"Say hello, they live here now."

Thankfully, Baek Saheon was considerate and welcoming to share his room with Mr. Shin and Ji. Most people here could not see them, but the guy had intrigued the ghosts enough they were willing to show themselves.

– Do you want to kill him yet?

If he could stop Ji from killing (teasing) Baek Saheon for fun, it would be best. Lest the poor guy break down and flee.

[pokemonblack3white3]

Au where the scarlet/violet main games and DLCs take place during quarantine. Discuss

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

MY POWER IS BACK

[artificialangel22]

today I finally finished my version of this guy's model omg hi

[barksbog]

another locust lunch time

[clickbeetle]

i’m screaming.

i just saw a youtube short where a woman stated that feeding your pets (she said dogs and cats for some reason.. they’re feeders for lizards) things like hornworms is bad, because they’re living creatures too. so she “rescued” hornworms from a pet store and raised them into moths….. and released them into the wild…… they’re an invasive species.

[vomitspit2]

a concept with yokai!malleus! ♡ඩ⌔ඩ♡

after years of proving yourself to be a good wife — despite your inability to make good food, despite your inability to socialize fluidly with his parents’ business partners, despite everything that has been working against you — you manage to get the blessing to marry mr. leech’s firstborn son, jade.

it has been a harsh trial of endurance. with only your grandfather as your family, you are not the type of lineage that should marry jade. your grandfather developed arthritis years ago, so you have been tending to the estate’s garden since you were young. that is where you first became friends with the firstborn and your love has blooms from those very gardens like a beautiful rose.

now, summer heat slithering in the air, you grow flustered with mr. leech’s timid ‘yes’ — finally? your eyes ask, finally! your eyes celebrate when you realize this is not a joke. you two are going to be wed.

you run to jade, throwing yourself at him in joy. you two did it — almost four whole seasons of asking again and again. your little worlds are going to be officially together at last. your kisses are full and bright, bursting with love.

while you may be so entirely grateful that this has come to fruition, you are so tired. you feel you could sleep for a thousand years. and you deserve to!

so, sleep you do, the night after receiving your blessing, you curl yourself in bed not by the estate’s housing for you and your grandfather, a building that looks ready to collapse in on itself like a poorly made muffin, the building right by the gardening shed, like usual. no! no, you sleep curled up in jade’s arms, so enamored and happy.

despite all the love in the air, you have a nightmare.

it is an awful abomination. you dreamt the quarters you usually slept in collapsed and killed your grandfather. you wake up with tears on your face, jade worrying at your side.

you rush to the building, but everything is perfectly alright. nothing more than a terribly realistic nightmare. a bad midsummer’s dream.

so, you and jade prepare for the wedding. you are already know what will fill the venues — Akaibaras, red roses, dozens upon dozens of red roses — so pick them, you and jade do, and arrange them, you and jade do. you are in bliss.

you have another nightmare — you were choking on thorns and blood, the mixture of both so violent you feared your innards would be shredded. you wake up queasy at the thought of roses, but you persist. you want this marriage more than anything.

but, nightmares keep happening. they kept happening to the point where you are confusing your nightmares with your reality.

you have a wedding coming up at the end of the summer and you look fatigued as the dead. jade suggests a hike to get away from it all, perhaps the stress of the wedding is causing this. that night, nude under blankets, warmed by fire and his touch, you try to dream a dream rather than a nightmare.

it starts off good, it’s you and jade dancing by the bonfire, practicing for the wedding. it is only until jade trips over the ring of stones making up the fire, falling in, does the dream sour. the arm you grasp in a panic, the man you pull out in a panic is a entirely different man.

light red from the fire paints his body in an evangelical glow. his wispy black hair flows behind him in hypnotic rivulets. he is a sturdy figure in white, loose robes. there is no bottom half to his body, it fades into nothing.

he calls you his bride. it is maddening. you know what type of yokai it is. you awake with a scream.

yume no seirei, the yokai believed to cause nightmares. and for some forsaken reason, it is you he wants. exorcisms, rituals, you don’t need a wedding right now, you need one of those.

you go to grab jade, shake him awake, but his face is bone. you scream. you awake a second time. jade is there, comforting and hushing, asking what’s wrong. you shake like a lamb in his arms.

deeper and deeper you fall into a pit, confusing your nightmares with your reality.

it’s only a matter of time until one of your nightmares cross over into reality.

would be titled KAGEROU (follows along to the lyrics of the buck-tick song) or titled THE SKY IS A POISONOUS GARDEN (follows along to the lyrics of the concrete blonde)

[mlmxreader]

caught one of the baby roaches hitching a ride on Private 🥹