#parson's chameleon

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

The Parson’s Chameleon is in no hurry to grow up- this species has one of the longest incubation times of any reptile. Eggs on average take two years to hatch, one juvenile was recorded taking a total 781 days.

(Image: A juvenile Parson’s chameleon (Calumma parsonii) by the Chester Zoo)

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[colorsoutofearth]

Chameleon tail (Calumma parsonii) - Alex Hyde

[herpsandbirds]

I really love chamelons and other color changers. got any favorites of those?

Oh yeah, I'm a big fan of chameleons too. Here are a few favorite species...

Panther Chameleon (Furcifer pardalis), family Chamaeleonidae, Madagascar

photograph by Thorsten Negro

Crested Chameleons (Trioceros cristatus), family Chamaeleonidae, Korup National Park, Cameroon

Photograph by Bernard DUPONT 

Parson’s Chameleon (Calumma parsonii), male, family Chamaeleonidae, Island of Sainte Marie, Madagascar

The heaviest chameleon, weighing in at up to 700 g. One of the longest chameleons, growing to a length of up to 65 cm (26 in) in total length.

photograph by Jialiang Gao

Four-horned Chameleon (Trioceros quadricornis), male, family Chamaeleonidae, from the highland areas in western Cameroon and southeastern Nigeria

photograph by Kammerflage Kreations

Jackson’s Chameleon (Trioceros jacksonii), family Chamaeleonidae, found in the mountain forests of Kenya and Tanzania

Photograph by Reptiles4all

[samwellparse]

I love how Kent Parson's color-changing eyes say so much about his character. He's a chameleon who can shift his personality to fit in with whatever group he's in at the moment. His mood is fickle and can turn sour quickly (like when he suddenly switches from miserable to furious with Jack at Epikegster). He has secrets that few know about, and one of them is his true eye color. It's such a fitting little detail just for those paying attention.

[mutant-distraction]

Parson's chameleon

Parson's chameleon (Calumma parsonii) is a species of chameleon in the family Chamaeleonidae that is endemic to eastern and northern Madagascar. It is found from lowlands to an altitude of 1,195 m (3,920 ft) above sea level and mainly inhabits humid primary forest, but can also occur in disturbed habitats with trees. For a chameleon, it is very large, long-lived and slow-reproducing. Wikipedia

[noah-parsons]

( Archie Renaux. cis-man. he/him. ) did you hear ? NOAH PARSONS is stuck in stonehaven for the foreseeable future … they've lived here for FOUR YEARS and are known around town as THE CHAMELEON, though back in high school they were better known for being voted BEST ACTOR. if i'm not mistaken, they’re a TWENTY-TWO year old senior studying JOUNALISM ( i really hope that translates well into their role as a COMMUNICATOR in the ‘new world' ). according to my records they were originally on the trip because they wanted to appease their girlfriend — which checks out, given they’re CLEVER, APATHETIC and INSINCERE. if you’re ever trying to find them, your best bet is to start at waterside mini golf and listen for someone humming leave the door open by bruno mars. oh, and don’t forget to try calling out Noah or picturing the flash of a coin curling over knuckle, lies sweeter than honey, a pair of redbull cans, and smiles worn like armor for extra help. let's hope the chaos doesn't get to them …

B A S I C S .

birth  name  : Noah James Parsons

nickname(s)  : N/A

date  of�� birth  : May 31st

age  : 22

gender  : cis man

pronouns  : he/him

sexuality  : bisexual

relationship  status  : it's complicated

birthplace  : blue ridge, indiana

education  : currently  studying  journalism  at  stonehaven  college

occupation  : waiter (previousy), communicator (currently)

F A M I L Y.

mother  : dianne parsons (aged: 44)

father  : elliot marks (aged: 56)

siblings : benjamin parsons (deceased), simon parsons (14)

B I O G R A P H Y .

he was a born liar. white lies when he was young. tucking his head down and pointing a finger at a brother when a vase was broken or a bathtub overflowed.

he was the son of nobody. though everyone in blue ridge, called that nobody elliot. the no-good charmer that worked a drill in the middle of lake michigan. the type of man that never offered anything but a smile.

his mother was from a respectable family once. but she tossed that out the window for elliot. she was twenty-two when she had elliot. twenty-six when she had benjamin. thirty when she had simon.

three boys that knew their father in spurts and stops. that knew him by the flash of headlights through their childhood bedroom.

noah was the carbon copy of the man. idolized him for years.

arguments simmered between his parents though and one night his father came into noah's bedroom, knocked him on the chin, and asked 'you look after the little ones, right?' noah nodded. (it was his worst lie.)

he never saw his dad after that. elliot went to chicago or new york city. he went to seattle or to phoenix. all that mattered is that he left.

his mother was a woeful single parent. there were microwaved dinners and forgotten birthdays. failed pick-ups and depressing holidays

there was little benjamin at nine left to swim unattended. and noah grabbing ice creams and hearing the lifeguard's whistle.

at the funeral he promised simon he'd always look after him. (and that was never meant to be a lie.)

he grew tall in high school, learned how to bend a room to his smile. learned how to charm and to manipulate the truth. over the dinner table his mom would glare at him. 'you've got your father's tongue,' she'd say.

blue ridge had his number and his story and after parsing together grades he settled on stone haven college. it was forty minutes from home. an acceptable distance to commute day in and day out.

college was tabula rasa for him. he built himself from the ground up. he worked his way into frat parties where he could chug beer with frat brothers, and into study groups with some of the smartest people enrolled. he could be something for anyone.

he studied journalism, slanting toward a future in a big city. and he worked part-time back in blue ridge. slept in his childhood bed and made sure that simon got up and went to school everyday

his relationships never lasted long. he'd never take a partner home or get to the point where he was fully honest with them.

he went on this outreach trip to appease the latest partner. to soothe her anger. their fight in the middle of the trip, had her calling a friend to pick her up. she wasn't trapped here.

he was.

[tesla-runner]

Chameleon hc bc I love her

She haves a name but she is not too proud of it, not bc the name its ugly, but bc it shows her as a foreigner (she is a Parson's chameleon, ofc she is gonna have foreigner origins)

The name in question is Fenohery. From Malagasy Feno meaning "full, complete" and Hery meaning "strength, power". Yeah, I like to hc her as malagasy bc her species is from Madagascar

Yes, I will use this fanon name for fanfics and drabbles and stuff. No, I will not elaborate.

No, I will not accept any canon name dropped after this

[a-book-of-creatures]

Trick or Treat!

For you, one (1) Parson's chameleon

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ASK, AND YE SHALL RECEIVE -- ADVANCED RECON COMMANDOS INCOMING.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on one of the greatest splash pages in the history of "STAR WARS" comics, PERIOD -- the first appearance of ARC 17 (later to be renamed "Alpha") and the ARC Trooper (Alpha-class Advanced Recon Commando) concept in general, from the pages of "STAR WARS: Republic" Vol. 1 #50 ["The Defense of #Kamino"]. February, 2003. #Dark Horse Comics.

EXTRA INFO: Also featured are the succeeding twelve pages of "STAR WAR: Republic" Vol. 1 #50, depicting the First Battle of Kamino during the Separatists invasion of said planet in 21 BBY.

STORY/SCRIPT: John Ostrander

PENCILS: Jan Duursema

INKS: Dan Parsons, Ray Kryssing

COLORS: Brad Anderson

LETTERER: Digital Chameleon

Source: https://readallcomics.com/star-wars-republic-50.

[idkfitememate]

Harry Motherfuckin’ Potter OC Pt. 2

Basic Information

Full Name: Eden Dolion Alaister-Harrow

Meanings: Eden; Place of pleasure and delight, Dolion; Deceit & Betrayal, Pagonis; Peacock/Vain & Showy, Harrow; To Ravage/Plunder/Seize or Capture

Nickname(s): Crow, Peacock, Big Bastard, Shifty Shit

Birthday: 9/24/1979 (Month/Day/Year)

Age: Eleven (At start); Twelve (when in school)

Zodiac: Libra

Gender: Nobody knows (Genderless/Neutral/Intersex/Fluid)

Pronouns: They/Them He/Him She/Her (They do not care)

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: African-American/Greek

Current Location (Home): New York & Washington

Living Conditions: High-Class, Cleanly, safe

Title(s): The Bosses Kid, Next in Line, Underboss, Second in Command

Background

Birthplace: Jersey City, New Jersey

Hometown: Stenhekin, Washington

Social Class: Upper/Higher Class

Education Level: Slightly elevated/Eighth Grade

Father: Alfe Bertrand Harrow (Wizard/Unknown Location)

Mother: Kalma Solanine Alaister (Mob Boss/Alive)

Sibling(s): None

Birth Order: N/A

Children: N/A

Pet(s): Parson’s Chameleon (Fem;Named Chel), White Bellbird (Male;Named Albert Anastasia)

Other Important Relatives: Aunt (Runs personal Safe House; Named Dionisia Hemkock Alaister)

Previous Relationships: None

Arrests: Wanted American Criminal

Prison Time: Over one life sentence

Occupation & Income

Primary Source of Income: Working under Mother (Mafia)

Secondary Source of Income: Mixologist/Bartender (Illegally)

Tertiary Source of Income: Underground Fight/Dog Fight ring (Super Illegal)

Approximate Amount Per Year: $3,476,450 USD (£672843.95 Pounds)

Content with their Job (Or Lack their Of): Entirely Content in their situation

Past Job(s): Barista

Spending Habits: Fast Food, plushies, weapons of all kinds

Most Valuable Possession: A Dakin Garfield Plush

Skills & Abilities (Ten point scale)

Physical Strength: 8/10

Offense: 10/10

Defense: 7/10

Speed: 8/10

Intelligence: 6/10

Accuracy: 8/10

Agility: 8/10

Stamina: 10/10

Teamwork: 5/10

Talents: Hand to hand combat, Marksmanship/Gun wielding, knife combat, blunt object combat, chemical weaponry, torture techniques, leadership, planing, intimidation

Shortcomings: Magic, listening, anger management

Language(s) Spoken: English (American & British), Modern Greek, Slav-Macedonian

Drive?: Able too (illegally)

Jump-start a Car?: Able too

Change a Flat Tire?: Able too

Ride a Bicycle?: Not able too

Swim?: Able too

Play an Instrument?: If screaming counts

Play Chess?: Not able too

Braid Hair?: Able too

Tie a Tie?: Able too

Pick a Lock?: Able too

Physical Appearance & Characteristics

Face Claim:

(Found on Pinterest!! If anyone finds the original, please tell me so I can credit!!!)

Eye Color: Deep Brown/Black

Hair Color: Black

Hair Type/Style: Voluminous & Fluffy, curly and course; Large Afro puff that covers the eyes and stops on the bridge of the nose, back stops at the bottom of the head.

Glasses/Contacts: Needs reading glasses

Dominant Hand: Left hand

Height: Six ft One in; 182 cm

Weight: 150 lbs; 68 kg

Build: Sleeper

Exercise Habits: Every other day;Switch arms and legs every other day

Skin Tone: Dark brown with deep brown freckles

Tattoos: A Family Crest on the chest (above the heart) and sleeve of ravens/crows/the night

Piercings: Full ear, septum, snake bites, tongue, sternum

Marks/Scars: In general around the chest/neck/face; bullet grazing on the neck, rope burns on arms/chest, bullet wounds on one knee, a thin scar across the eye (no blinding)

Notable Features: Sharp teeth (shark-like), painted nails (usually black, green, or gold)

Usual Expression: A wide grin, teeth on full display; muscles are usually tensed (only un-tensed around trusted friends/family); eyes are wide and alert

Clothing Style: Black Tie/Formal; Suits, ties, long cocktail dresses, lace/velvet gloves, etc

Jewelry: A silver tooth, family ring on right pinky finger

Allergies: Fur, peanuts

Body Temperature: 99° F (37.2° C)

Diet: High carb, many vegetables, many fruits, hates banana

Physical Ailments: Ears are a bit shot/slightly deaf (blame the gunshots)

Psychology

Jung Type: ESTJ-A

Jung Subtype: Extorvert

Enneagram Type:

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Temperament: Sanguine/Chloeric

Element: Air/Fire

Primary Intelligence Type: Itrapersonal Intelligence

Approximate IQ: 120

Mental Conditions/Disorders: Paranoia, PTSD, schizoaffective disorder, BPD

Sociability: Extremely

Emotional Stability: Extremely Unstable

Obsession(s): Friendships/Relationships

Compulsion(s): Making sure area/position/place/building is safe, checking on friends to make sure they’re safe

Phobia(s): Autophobia, Aphenphosmphobia

Addiction(s): None

Drug Use: Cigar (tobacco)

Alcohol Use: Various kinds

Prone to Violence?: Absolutely, Extremely

Mannerisms

Speech Style: Constantly joking with dark humor, uses formal language

Accent: Slight New York

Quirks: Runs fingers through hair, bites tongue and lips till they bleed

Hobbies: Mixology, roller skating, assembling/dissembling weapons

Habits: Spinning pencil/pen like a butterfly knife, unneeded flirting

Nervous Ticks: Punching solid objects, scratching skin

Drives/Motivations: Money, making others uncomfortable, defending friends

Fears: Getting kidnapped, Mother betraying them/Betraying their Mother, killing Mother

Positive Traits: Fiercely loyal, somewhat logical, physically inclined

Negative Traits: Batshit insane, heavy trigger finger, incredibly violent

Sense of Humor: Extremely dark and constant, a coping mechanism

Do they Curse Often?: All the God Damn time

Catchphrase(s): “Now, let’s fight like real men.” “Jesus motherfucking CHRIST.” “I’m going to rip your nerves out and tie you into a braided knot.”

Favorites

Activity: Mixing drinks, rolling blunts, making money

Animal: Chameleon’s, Lyrebird

Beverage: Fluffy Duck (alcohol)

Book: Mob Girl ~ Teresa Carpenter

Celerity: Al Capone

Color: Teal, Crimson

Designer: Christian Lacroix

Food: Deep Dish Pizza, Strawberry ice cream

Flower: Chrysanthemum

Gem: Pearls

Holiday: Mother’s Birthday

Mode of Transportation: Car

Movie: The Godfather

Musical Artist: Frank Sinatra

Quote/Saying: “Gag me with a Spoon.”

Scenery: A dark warehouse only lit but a single cigar

Scent: Tobacco and gunpowder mixed with blood

Sport: Baseball

Sports Team: METS BABY LETS GO METS ITS ALL ABOUT THE METS LETS GO METS BABY

Television Show: Family Matters

Weather: slightly overcast, little humid

Vacation Destination: The Bahamas

Attitudes

Greatest Dream: To take over the Family Business

Greatest Fear: Failing Mother

Most at Ease When: With Mother/Friends

Least at Ease When: Alone with their thoughts

Worst Possible thing that could Happen: Mother dies by their hand

Biggest Achievement: Taking down a rival groups kid

Biggest Regret: Getting close to that kid and gaining genuine love/respect for them

Most Embarrassing Moment: Walked in on a meeting in pajamas

Biggest Secret: Has killed a few wizards (both knowing and unknowingly)

Top Priorities: Keeping friends safe, pleasing Mother, keeping Mafia safe

Wizarding

House: Slytherin

Wand: Pine wood with a phoenix feather core, 13 and rigid flexibility

Standing: Half-Blood, Metamorphmagus/Animagi

Animagus: Lyrebird

Pet: White Bellbird (Male; Albert Anastasia)

Top Classes: Transfiguration & Charms

Affinity For?: Dark Magic

Affiliation: Our fuckass group (name work in progress)

Backstory:

Eden was born to a single mother in the heart of New Jersey, and immediately their fate was set in stone.

They were destined to take on their mother’s business, being taught for day one that the world was cruel and not worth any light, only the darkness they will inevitably find.

They were hidden from public view for years, which severely impacted their psyche. Declared criminally insane, that’s what they all said Eden would be when they finally started to work…

It was fine, fun even! to be covered head to toe in the sticky red substance that others would call blood. What they did came naturally, weapons becoming an extension of themself. Teeth, bones, severed limbs, they all became trophies that proved Eden earned their spot next to Mother, as the Underboss.

It came as a shock that they were of magical descent, never believing in the mythological. There was no point, no physical evidence, at least, not until Eden subconsciously transformed into a past victim when speaking about the things they did to his corpse. Sure, they were used to looks of fear from their men but damn that weren’t this bad before.

It was a weird talk, having to hear about their Father who wore robes n’ shit and cast spell and blah blah blah, they honestly fell asleep in the middle of it all.

It ended with them getting a bunch of… Knuts, sickles and galleons?? And told they were going to a magic school for a couple years and that it would be safer????? Alrighty then, whatever Mother says goes.

Now they’re here, traumatized and tired, riddled with dark humor and the tiniest understanding of magic, a weird ass stick and some other guys.

Maybe they can make a Wizard mafia… wonder if any of these stick twiddlers know how to fight fist to fist.

Miscellaneous

They have killed before and will do it again.

DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK H-

If you really wanna get to know this bitch you’re gonna have to PRY-

They bring roller skates to Hogwarts and rollerblade around but always keep them under their cloak, so people just think their fast as fuck boiiii

Can and will tell you how to disassemble any gun imaginable and perfectly rebuild it from memory but will struggle with basic grammar

Can only swim due to assassination attempts. Can also taste/smell many types of poisons, same reason

They’ve beat up Draco before.

Fucking hate Dumblebitch (real)

They once opened an underground bar for ghosts and only closed it when the ghost started acting batshit insane and drunk and the smell could be traced back to the Slytherin

(Any questions please ask I’ll probably write a more cohesive backstory later I’m tired lololol. Questions are more than welcome tho I did make this bitch on a whim!!!)

@libraryraccoon I deserve a damn award for this.

[jeffament]

thanks for tagging me @ramblinguitar !! :)

put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag 10 people

oh! 2025 / the tubeway army

seriocity / the chameleons

dancing / bauhaus

girlfriend is better / talking heads

the last beat of my heart / siouxsie

letter from hiro / the vapors

was it something i said / omd

she / gram parsons

in many ways / pulp

tenderness / parquet courts

i tag @zemnarihah @shadynightdetective @danielashcuntwars @cockychateau @thatgothicfairy @corvus-pictor :)))

[originalcharaycters]

Porcelain Face - 4 Door Theater

Parson has accomplished many things. She acquired her unique magic at an early age and had been training it ever since. At the age of seven, she was taught how to handle different weaponry and was able to fend for others and herself.

And yet,

‘I AM SO STRESSED OVER THIS BIRTHDAY GIFT!!!’

She's found herself fussing over a gift in her room.

Multiple crumpled paper was thrown into the trash can along with pencil shavings with how many pencils Parson has broken. The aforementioned girl continued to brainstorm ideas for a gift for her supposedly self proclaimed rival, Drake.

She could probably just give him a gift card and be done with it but the boy had previously given her a lovely gift on her birthday, so it was only fair she returns the favor. Maybe there was another underlying reason but who knows for sure.

Parson quietly messes up her unbraided hair in frustration, Antos already in deep sleep beside her. She sighed and thought to herself, whoever could help her with the gift before a lightbulb appeared beside her head.

“Pear Blossoms, it is 2 A.M. on a Saturday.”

Sun's tired voice answering the phone made the chameleon froze in her seat.

“... It's what.”

“2 A.M.- you know what, just call me back later during lunchbreak or something. I'm getting my beauty sleep.”

The tired boy quickly hung up while Parson was cursing to herself in her hands for not paying attention to the time and taking so long in deciding a gift.

“Alright, what's your emergency?”

Sun spoke into his phone as he sits at a table with Mital beside him. Parson, who's on the other side, took a deep breath before saying everything in one take.

“So, say you have to get a gift for someone who you barely know but you care about them a lot cause they've been with you for a long time and you admire them quite a bit but you just don't know what to get them so now you're stuck in your room, pondering? What would you do?”

“Right, well. Pardon my language but who the fuck?”

The green-haired beastmangirl chuckled nervously at Sun's question. Hesitantly, she answered. “He's um, in Diasomnia?”

The beauty paused before slowly turning his head just enough to see the Diasomnia students, crossing off unfamiliar ones and landing on a rather crude red-haired dragon munching on his food.

Sun turns away before stating his judgement which made Parson sighs. “You can do better than that.”

“Are you helping me or not?”

Sun sighs in frustration, pinching between his furrowed brows. The chameleon can be so insufferable sometimes.

He takes a moment to think before responding.

“Flowers can mean different things and they're generally given to show appreciation anyway.”

“If he's given you something before, maybe try to reciprocate that with something that you find personal?”

Parson pondered for a moment.

“Hm.. Oh! Sun, I have another favor.”

Drake stood by the NRC entrance gate, impatiently fiddling with his hands and his tail swinging from one side to another in a hurry. He was called by Parson to sit there for a few minutes till she arrives.

He had been pacing around the entrance for 15 minutes and he was now beginning to doubt that she was coming. However, he knows her better than that. She wouldn't pull some kind of weird, cruel prank out of nowhere. But what would she want?

“Drake!”

The aforementioned boy jolted in surprise. Hearing his name suddenly being called, he turned around to see Parson holding a few items in her hands.

The red-haired dragon wasted no time to be beside his "rival's" side. They awkwardly stared at one another and exchanged greetings before the chameleon girl extends out a decent-sized bouquet she was holding.

“Um, these are for you...”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah..! A friend of mine gave me the idea.. They hold special meanings that I think suits you so..”

Drake looks at the variety of flowers which Parson had carefully assorted into a bouquet.

Multiple satin flowers and variegated tulips fills the center of the bouquet while weeping willows are peeking from the bottom and wisterias surrounding all the flowers. Drake looked at it in awe, it wasn't the prettiest thing he's seen that would be Parson but he appreciated the thought that went into the gift.

Parson remembered her other present. She reveals a small box in her hand, the cover was neatly decorated with blue felt and looked almost as a ring box. She extends the box to Drake, avoiding his gaze.

The latter stared at the box for a few minutes before gently taking it off of Parson's hand which intertwined back into her lap once the box is off her hand. The inside held a beautifully hand carved silver charm of a moon.

“This was a.. limited time charm from.. a shop belonged to my friend's mother..”

“I have a matching sun brooch. So I just thought you'd like it...”

Parson's brown eyes was on Drake the whole time as he admired the accessory. Feeling self-conscious, she offered to take back the charm if he didn't like it which she was met with a loud protest which further made Drake stumble in his words.

“Uh, I mean, you've gone through such lengths, it would be rude for someone as great as me to not accept!”

Parson had to take a moment to process before letting out a quiet giggle into her hand as Drake felt his face heat up.

“I hope you like them.”

Parson's soft smile and genuine words made Drake's heart skip a beat. He quickly snapped out of his trance and panics.

“Oh wow, would you look at the time!! You should get back, I'm sure you have important pretty business— PRETTY IMPORTANT BUSINESS to do!!!!”

He continued to push Parson out of the gate despite her protests and she finally leaves begrudgingly with a pout on her face.

The red haired dragon sighed as he quickly return back to the school building.

Drake entered his room, deciding to go to his club activity's after getting changed.

He gently placed the bouquet of flowers on his bedside table and flopped face first on his bed. He had hung the moon charm on the chains of his belt and us now tired out from the birthday celebration.

His mind wanders back to his interaction with Parson, being reminded of her having the dragon charm on the handle of her sheathed sword. For the 10th time today, his face heats up and he ends up screaming into his pillows while kicking his feet out of serotonin.

Just thinking of her cute face drives him nuts.

i hope this little fic cheers mee maw up due to recent events Drake and Mital belongs to @anaxocs

[alex-a-fans]

Doctober day 23. Nostalgia

Used Krita for the first time. Not pleased with the process. So firealpaca is still the best :)

Chamaeleōn traditional clothing. Not the usual clothing of theirs though, it's only when they need to hide between tree branches. Also, the headpiece was inspired by true Parson's chameleons when they turn red! ("aggressive territorial manner")

Another detail! The stripes here are brighter, they show how healthy one is.

[herpsandbirds]

Parson’s Chameleon (Calumma parsonii), male, family Chamaeleonidae, Madagascar

The heaviest chameleon, weighing in at up to 700 g. One of the longest chameleons, growing to a length of up to 65 cm (26 in) in total length.

photograph by Inglourious Reptiles

[sanders-whump]

the shape of someone's spirit au

TWs:

-Guns/hunting 

-Domestic violence 

-Cheating 

-Mentions of kidnapping 

-Stockholm Syndrome 

Characters: 

-Logan Whittaker: A biologist whose goal is to save the forest he lives in. Very conscious of how the lifestyle of modern society has ruined the environment. Also very interested in astronomy, and learning in general. Tends to see the logic in everything except for his own romantic situation. Unwilling to accept that he is in a toxic relationship with his cheating boyfriend, very meek and shy around him. 

-Patton Parsons: Said toxic, cheating boyfriend. Hunter, and doesn’t care at all about the environment and finds joy in the killing of innocent things. Somewhat sadistic in that sense, but who’s diagnosing? Not me. Cheating on his boyfriend, thinks he doesn’t know. Lazy and rude. 

-Roman: Half-chameleon, half person. No parents. Has lived all over the area, but eventually finds a temporary home in the forest. Kind and silly, and way too brave for his own good. A very quick learner, especially in linguistics. Able to disguise as other people and change colors to blend into his surroundings. 

Plot:

Logan’s passion is biology, and working to find ways to save the planet from ruin. He lives in a beautiful cottage in the woods with his boyfriend, who works in the city while Logan does research from home. But Logan’s boyfriend isn’t good to him. He beats him and yells at him if he makes the smallest mistakes. But one night, everything changes. Logan comes home to Patton being kind and excitable. He’s eager to listen to Logan talk about his research, and he cuddles him gently, instead of being rough and demanding. Logan doesn’t understand what changed. But to his horror, when he wakes up the next morning, Patton is exactly the same as he always was: cruel and vile. And this pattern continues for a few days. Patton is awful, Logan leaves, Logan comes back, and Patton is wonderful. 

But one day, things are different. Logan falls asleep, and when he opens his eyes, he’s face to face with a creature he’d never seen before instead of Patton. A chameleon-looking person. Turns out, Roman had been disguising himself as Patton with his powers whenever Patton left to cheat on Logan (though Logan doesn’t know that Patton is doing this), so he could take care of the precious human that Roman sees through the window being beaten and tortured. Logan at first is horrified, but then, he realizes how sweet Roman is, and how much he enjoys his company. So he agrees to let Roman stay with him, as long as Roman stays hidden from Patton. Logan knew that if Patton managed to get his hands on Roman, then he would be in grave danger. 

(content will be tagged #soss au)

[mutant-distraction]

Megh Roy Choudhury

Parson's Chameleon, Madagascar