#Reptile Jeff

[thatsbelievable]

[vintagewildlife]

Geckos mating By: Jeff Foott From: The Complete Encyclopedia of the Animal World 1980

[avengerscompound]

It’s Jeff! Infinity Comic

[horrororman]

🔪#Horror films that were released on March 6th...

#Metropolis 1927(NYC, NY) #scifi #sciencefiction

#DiaryofaMadman 1963(US). #VincentPrice

#RasputintheMadMonk 1966(UK). #ChristopherLee

#TheReptile 1966(UK).

#AngelHeart 1987(US).

#TheLawnmowerMan 1992(US) #JeffFahey

[the-nightshade-crypt]

Starkid Theory/Question ig

(Spoilers for Trail To Oregon, Firebringer, and all of the hatchetverse including nightmare time)

So, we all remember how the father in Trail to Oregon got high on snake venom and saw "the watchers with 1000 eyes" right?

Well in Nightmare time episode Watcher world we learn that that's one of the names for Bliklotep (sort of, his is the watcher with 1000s eyes, not watchers) and so it might be that TTO and the Hatchet verse might be slightly connected, or that maybe The Lords in Black are themselves connected to every universe even if that universe has nothing to do with hatchetfield

And since Pokotho is the one who started the apotheosis in The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, from a falling meteor, which in the nightmare time episode Yellow Jacket is how Pokotho becomes Otho (the scientists took some of his blue shit from an asteroid and made a human with it)

And in Firebringer Chorn is an alien from another planet who came to Earth, and says its species knows the whole history of human existence

Is it possible that Chorn could know of the Black and White and the Lord's in Black?

This is a giant fucking stretch but like... if we are assuming that TTO at least takes place in a world with Bliklotep in it, and we know Pokotho uses meteors/asteroids to take over the world (or try to take over in Yellow Jacket) in two separate instances

Is it so crazy to think that Chorn, a being from space who knows the entirety of human existence, might know of Pokotho, one of the lord's who is known to use space objects to inject his blue goo shit into the planet?

Yeah its a stretch, but at the very least it's a fun idea. If anyone had any ideas to add on please do

[isabella-ophidia]

Just got home from the expo with my new little girl Jeff! After exploring a little she decided to have some sauna time in her moss box. She's gonna have a well earned week to rest and explore her home before I give her a meal and begin socializing her. She definitely seems a bit nervous from not being handled a whole lot prior to this but she's very curious and gentle so I'm not worried about calming her down. She's an albino pinstripe, which is an absolutely beautiful morph in my opinion. It's more subtle than a lot of popular morphs but the soft yellow and bright lightning strikes along her back are stunning in person. Aaaaa I'm just very happy today ^_^

[fairy-ganj-mother]

imagining pastel blue platform boots as my wedding shoes....bc something blue whatever but really bc I love shoes/boots/platforms and my passion for fashion must be represented

[themetalwanderlust]

T(h)rash Talk With Long Stretch and Jeff - Summer, 2023 [Featuring: V.H.S., Rotten Sound, Necronomicon, Extermination Order, Children of the Reptile]

For those with a long memory, you might remember that Jeff, our little metal Jack Russell used to frequent the pages of TMW providing unique thoughts on different albums he has taken the time to listen to. He’s been a bit quiet lately due to his busy schedule of dog park visits, butt sniffing, and every now and again having a brouhaha with a canine twice his size. Although he doesn’t see himself…

[katzreptilez]

I would like to introduce myself and my Cuban Knight Anole, Jeffrey. Jeffrey is the first reptile that I've owned as an adult and also the first reptile that I've had the financial ability to really set them up with a truly epic tank.

Jeffrey is currently in a small 8-10 gallon arboreal tank. The objects in her (yes, her. Jeff was named prior to sexing) are plastic and it's a pretty "sterile" environment. Because it is a "sterile" terrarium I do need to take everything out and clean the tank and all her decorations. I got her set up in the "sterile" tank for just the first year cause she was a baby and I knew that she would outgrow the tank that she is currently in within a couple of years.

Last weekend, I purchased her adult tank:

This is where the adventure begins. I will be chronicling the adventures in setting up my first ever bioactive terrarium. I am currently researching which plants would be best, lights to grow them, and what type of soil and cleanup crew is going to be best.

We have the lizard, and we have the tank. Next is the misting system.

In the next 2-3 weeks I’m going to be getting the MistKing system then comes the lighting then the actual parts of biome (dirt, plants, etc.)

I apologize that this page will be slow going for now but I’m excited to share this journey of taking this sterile glass box and turning it into a beautiful piece of nature for my darling Jeff.

[aidaronan]

Blood red eyes, point-sharp nails Reptile skin, prehensile tails Come one, cum all... to Monsterfucker May Details beneath the cut.

What is this?

It's pretty much what it says on the tin. Take your blorbo(s), monsterfy them, and put them in (sexy) situations. I'm calling it a Spicy Six challenge, but I did throw an asterisk (technically a dagger bc of its superior aesthetics) out beside that because you can totally also write, like, Selkie Joyce or Mothman Mr. Clarke. Or Jeff CorrodedCoffin getting his shit rocked by Mermaid Heather Holloway. I pretty much wanted to indicate that this particular challenge excludes the younger characters and there's not a great catch-all term for "every legal adult in Hawkins/Chicago/California."

How sexy does my fic/art have to be?

As sexy as you want. This IS a monsterFUCKER challenge, but... Maybe the sex is fade-to-black in your fic. Or maybe your monsters have sex in a very unique way. Maybe your art is just a ring-covered hand white-knuckling fur. Maybe it's fanged faces contorted with bliss. Sometimes anticipation and suggestion are plenty. That said, I also encourage the most unhinged freaknasty shit you can think up, if that's what you wanna do.

What counts a monster?

You tell me, pal. 😏

(Feel free to use the word loosely to include any kind of creature, fantasy/mythological being, or even random sentient concepts e.g. Death or Time.)

So how do I participate?

Write a fic and/or create a work of art that fits the challenge. Fics can be any length, and you can create as few or as many creative works for this challenge as you want. On tumblr and all other sites where hashtags are used, tag with #STMonsterMay and #STMonsterMay24 On AO3, add your work to the collection, searchable as STMonsterMay24 when posting a new work. This will open on May 1 at midnight US EST time. Please only add works posted in May to the collection/tags. (Sequels are okay! So are new works of art for existing fics/universes.)

Is it okay if I write/draw [character/ship/dark concept/etc.]?

I wholeheartedly and passionately do not give a shit. As long as it fits the parameters of the challenge, it's fair game. Just tag and warn appropriately. That said, I will kindly request people are a bit conscious of what they're doing. I'm thinking of things like not using Native/Indigenous monsters if they don't belong to you. Etc.

* Will this be moderated? This challenge will be 95% unmoderated because I expect people to act like the kind and conscientious adults they are. I also have no idea how successful or unsuccessful this will end up being yet and if it would even be possible to keep an eye on Everything.

However, if something really egregious happens re: cultural/racial sensitivity, or a serious lack of tags for a rough topic, people are encouraged to message or inbox me, and I'll look into it and make whatever call seems to fit the situation re: removal from the collection, talking to the creator, requesting additional tags, etc.

For things posted outside of the ao3 collection, there won't be much I can personally do except attempting to have a productive conversation with the creator (if there is a way for me to do that.)

Feel free to reach out if you have any Qs! Otherwise, I'll see you all in May. 😈

[vintagewildlife]

American alligator By: Jeff Foott From: Wildlife Fact-File 1990s

[dinodorks]

[ Some of the approximately 75 dinosaur tracks discovered at the site. Photo courtesy of Paul Baker / Friends of Dinosaur Valley State Park. ]

"Drought has dried up part of a river in central Texas, revealing 113-million-year-old dinosaur tracks. The prehistoric footprints emerged at Dinosaur Valley State Park, which is located in the town of Glen Rose, southwest of the Dallas-Fort Worth area. As the name suggests, the park already protects other dinosaur footprints. But the tracks that recently emerged are usually hidden under the mud, silt and waters of the Paluxy River. This summer, however, water levels have dipped so low that the prehistoric indentations are now visible. So far, volunteers have counted 75 newly exposed footprints in the parched riverbed. “It has been another very hot, very dry year, so our researchers are trying to take advantage of the drought,” says park superintendent Jeff Davis to the Dallas Morning News’ Sarah Bahari. Two different types of dinosaurs likely made the footprints, according to park officials. One was Acrocanthosaurus, a 15-foot-tall carnivore that weighed approximately 14,000 pounds. As the gargantuan reptile walked around the area on two legs, it left behind the outline of its three-toed feet. The other was Sauroposeidon proteles, which has been the official state dinosaur of Texas since 2009. This long-necked behemoth may have measured up to 100 feet long and weighed closer to 88,000 pounds. It left behind larger, bulbous-shaped tracks that are similar to elephant footprints."

Read more: "Drought Reveals 113-Million-Year-Old Dinosaur Tracks in Texas" by Sarah Kuta.

[oldschoolfrp]

Regarding purple dragons, wyrms, and worms (and sea monsters):

We can find D&D's five chromatic dragon types all the way back in 1971 in the "Fantasy Supplement" appendix of Chainmail by Gary Gygax and Jeff Perren (above). Their main rules are for fire-breathing red dragons, but they suggest variant rules for blue and white dragons and briefly describe the traits of the black and green.

Included among these dragons is the purple dragon, aka mottled dragon, described as "a rare, flightless worm with a venomous sting in its tail." This use of "worm" seems to have the Old English meaning of wurm/wyrm as a reptile, serpent, or dragon, rather than as an earthworm.

Three years later Dungeons & Dragons Volume 2: Monsters & Treasure (1974) gives specific rules for all five chromatic dragons and adds the gold dragon as the only lawful dragon. It also clearly shows and describes the purple worm as a separate monster with the general form we know today, an oversized earthworm that can swallow an ogre whole:

The "Sea Monsters" entry that immediately follows mentions the purple worm in comparison, but has no corresponding stats on the Monster Reference Table. The specifics are left up to DMs to research and decide for themselves. What I take from that entry is that a sea monster might use the purple worm's stats and the same rules for swallowing prey, but could take any shape or other stats the DM chooses.

Supplement I: Greyhawk by Gygax & Kuntz (1976) adds the other metallic dragons, their Platinum King, and a Chromatic Queen of evil dragons.

Supplement II: Blackmoor by Arneson (1976) introduces many new aquatic monsters, including the first official elasmosaurus, mosasaurus, and plesiosaurus, and the "Mashers: Coral eaters, harmless unless frightened, if so is just like 20 hit dice Purple worm."

The 1977 AD&D Monster Manual names the opposing king and queen dragons as Bahamut and Tiamat. It includes the masher, now described as a large worm-like fish with poisonous spines, reduced to 8 hit dice from 20, and no longer compared to the purple worm. The MM also brings back the "mottled" name, formerly a synonym for the purple dragon in Chainmail, now an aquatic variant of the purple worm that almost feels like a replacement for the original masher and possibly recalls the OD&D sea monsters:

The same book also includes other sea monster options like a giant sea snake as a variant of "Snake, Giant," the new dragon turtle, and the return of the elasmosaurus, mosasaurus, and plesiosaurus listed under "Dinosaurs."

The 2e Monstrous Compendium II (1989) gives the mottled worm the same brief mention as an aquatic variant purple worm, then I believe it passes from official D&D rules in later editions.

The purple worm remains one of the iconic creatures of the game, now far removed from its draconic origins.

[jonathanbiers]

For the prompt meme, how about 20 and 34? Looking forward to reading whatever you come up with, I love your stuff 🥰

send me a pairing + a number and i'll write a mini-fic! 20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear  34. things you whispered in my ear  assuming you meant this for steddie! also full warning, i got carried away with this one. it's a lil angsty

Steve's running late; it's not his fault, really, even if it kind of is. He promised Dustin he'd take him to the nearest bigger city that morning, one with an exotic pet shop. Somehow, even after Mews, Dustin's enthusiasm for reptiles hadn't waned. He wanted a bearded dragon, and his birthday is coming up...

He didn't anticipate that he'd fall in love with the beast, too. He lost track of time, letting the little baby reptile — "Her name is Skurge, Steve!" he can hear Dustin's exasperated voice still — crawl all over him, cling to his shirt.

He didn't forget. He's just running late. This is what he tells himself as he parks in the street in front of Gareth's house, the open garage revealing all four members of Corroded Coffin inside, practicing. None of them notice him, the music is too loud for the engine of his car to be noteworthy. The song ends just as he's getting out of the car.

Ever since Eddie got out of the hospital, him and Steve are pretty close friends. Steve let him and Wayne stay at his house for a while, while they looked for a place after their trailer was torn to shreds. He didn't mind the company, welcomed it in fact. He thinks Eddie knows this, he still stays over from time to time. They take turns picking movies, listening to each other's music. Eddie visits Steve at work. Steve comes to Eddie's band practices. None of it is helping the silly little crush Steve has. It's making it worse, actually, having to watch the effortless way Eddie sings into the mic, eyes closed and skilled hands dancing along the fretboard of his guitar. It's not fucking fair.

The logical solution should be that Steve stops going, but he can't lie to himself. He loves the torture of it. Loves when Eddie turns to him when they're done, a little sweaty, breathing a little hard, his smile a little wild as he asks what Steve thinks. Steve just says it was good, never tells him what he's actually thinking. He can't very well say that he thinks he wants to kiss him until he's that breathless. He can't.

Because hanging out with Steve, being his friend, that's one thing. Steve's different than he was when they went to school together, he's a good person now, nice. Easygoing when he's not in babysitter mode. Even the rest of Corroded Coffin has come around to him, even if he had to bribe them with cold beer for a few weeks first.

He's not delusional enough to think he's Eddie's type, though. Eddie's never mentioned it, but Steve knows him — he likes metal, fantasy books, imaginative games. Steve, only half-jokingly, tried to help Dustin come up with a character for one of their D&D campaigns and got laughed at. He tried to start reading Lord of the Rings once while he was over at Eddie's, and felt like he was drowning in the words more than he was reading them. They're not from the same world, and that's okay. Being friends is enough.

Eddie's back is to the driveway, and none of the rest of Corroded Coffin notices Steve either as he walks up, weaving between the few cars parked there. He's just passing Gareth's dad's truck when he's able to hear the back half of their conversation.

Jeff and Eddie seem to be bickering, "...only sounds shit 'cause you're sulking 'cause your boyfriend isn't here."

"Wha—" Eddie sputters, "okay, first, he's not my boyfriend, what—"

"But you wish he was," Jeff goes on, monotone as he adjusts dials on an amp, as if he's discussing something as matter-of-fact as the weather.

"No, I don't," Eddie insists, and if Steve wasn't already frozen in place he would be now. "I don't— he's not even my type, come on."

"No?" Gareth asks, muffled as his head is bowed to adjust something on his drum kit. "Is that why you've spent the last thirty minutes going on about where's Steve, Steve is usually here by now, have any of you heard from Steve?"

Eddie's sputtering again, and Steve tries to ignore how his heart sinks when he begins to speak. "That's not— We're just friends, alright? Close friends, but I definitely don't like him like that— He's— he's a jock, for fucks' sake. He wears polos and spends an hour on his hair every day—"

"He's also nice and a good guy, you spent a full week convincing us yourself..." Gareth trails off as he lifts his head, must be satisfied with whatever he was messing with. He locks eyes with Steve, and there must be hurt evident on his face, because Gareth's brows draw together. "Eddie."

"Yeah, Steve's cool," Dan, their bassist cuts in, and Jeff nods in agreement.

Eddie keeps going, though. "Cool, sure. Doesn't mean I want to date him, and I'd really appreciate it if you guys stopped pestering me about it—"

"Eddie," Gareth says again, his voice insistent. Jeff notices, turns to follow Gareth's eyes. Steve is still frozen to the spot. Eddie is still going on.

"—Like, it's getting really fucking old and— ow, Jeff, what the fuck?" Jeff smacks Eddie on the arm to get him to stop, and gestures toward where Steve is standing.

Almost in slow motion, Eddie turns. So does Steve, though, finally snaps out of whatever has kept him rooted to the spot. It's one thing that now Gareth and Jeff know, but he doesn't want Eddie to see just how hurt he is by his words. Doesn't think he could take it, the look of pity. He's trying not to think, letting his feet take him back toward his car. Distantly, muffled behind Eddie's voice in his mind repeating all the reasons Steve isn't good enough, he hears Eddie calling his name. He ignores it, he doesn't want to hear whatever apology Eddie has for him.

"Steve, fuck— please, look at me." Steve feels a hand on his forearm, Eddie isn't grabbing him, just trying to get his attention.

Despite thinking better of it, Steve still turns, faces Eddie. He doesn't see pity, not exactly — guilt, sure, and something else. "It's alright," he says, feeling the opposite, "you don't have to apologize, it's— I get it, y'know? You don't have to...explain, or whatever. You don't like me back, it's fine, it's whatever—"

"I didn't mean it," Eddie blurts, eyes wide and looking everywhere but Steve's face. "I don't hate your hair or your shirts, I— wait," Eddie stops short, meets Steve's eyes, squints a little. "Back?"

Shit. "Um. I didn't..." Steve doesn't know what to say at this point, doesn't know how he can backtrack that. He thinks it's obvious considering his reaction to the conversation he walked into, but now it seems like Eddie had no idea.

Steve is still floundering when Eddie says, his voice soft and tinged with something like disbelief and wonder, "You like me?"

Steve just shrugs, and his voice sounds small to his own ears. "Yeah, but it's— You don't feel the same, and that's okay, so I'll...I'm just gonna go."

This time, when Steve turns, Eddie does grab his arm. He brings them face to face once again, and Steve's just about to open his mouth to say something when Eddie's hand moves to his cheek. All thoughts leave his head immediately, because now they're just...standing there, and Eddie's holding his face, looking at Steve like he's not sure he's real.

The moment feels like forever, but Steve knows it's only been a second, because he doesn't even have time to take a breath before Eddie's lips are on his. Thinks that might be for the best because it would've just been knocked out of him anyway. Eddie's a good kisser, and his hands are warm on Steve's cheek and his lower back. It takes a few seconds for his brain to catch up that this is reality, it's not a daydream and he finally kisses Eddie back, lets his arms wrap around Eddie's shoulders. He hears the other three quarters of Corroded Coffin cheering, hollering, Gareth banging on his drums. He thinks they're assholes, he thinks he loves them.

It's over too soon, but finally Steve can breathe. "You..." he starts, his brows furrowing in confusion. "You said—"

"I lied," Eddie interrupts him, presses their foreheads together. "I just wanted them off my back about it. Steve, I've been kinda crazy about you for— Too fucking long."

That brings a laugh out of Steve, because the feeling is mutual. "Since when, huh? Tell me."

Eddie just pulls Steve close, and Steve thinks he's leaning in for another kiss, but instead his lips graze against the shell of his ear as he whispers, "Ever since you took a bite out of that bat."

[vintagerpg]

OK, so not an RPG. Space Marines (1980) is a set of rules for military science fiction wargaming from Fantasy Games Unlimited. It is exactly as complex and kind of tedious as you’re imaging. Well, not entirely — it has a pretty good sense of humor actually, judging from the wide array of silly aliens you can play. There’s lots of human factions, reptile aliens, giant bugs. There’s bear people who have a constitutional monarchy and dog people who have a representative democracy. The bird people are oligarchs, the cat people have a feudal system. Kind of love all them.

Two reasons I trot this out. First, the cover art is by Jeff Dee and all the interiors are by Dave Sutherland, two early, classic D&D illustrators. It’s particularly unusual to see Sutherland straying out of the TSR offices.

Second is that this is clear proof that there were space marines in RPGs and wargames long before 40k. That’s pretty obvious (the term has actually been around since at least the 1940s) but bears reiterating, since some Games Workshop cease-and-desist always seems to be claiming the contrary.