#dumbass creature

[stupidscav]

this BITCH fucked up my hand!!!

[puffiinn]

weird creature

[boobpurgatory]

it is completely dark and i can hear the sounds of a large bug (beetle?) loudly buzzing around the room and also bumping into lots of things. is this animal ok

[chanrizard]

...angry bird hyung

[driftingballoons]

Dusknoir having a normal one

[miametropolis]

you can throw out everything about Rose Tyler so long as you keep one thing.

she's kind.

to everyone and everything.

[moghedien]

I’m so sorry Lae’zel for romancing you as the cthulhu hentai warlock who’s has more idiotic curiosity than sense in every circumstance she’s in and will absolutely info dump to everyone and let a mind flayer poke around her head even after the last time that happened

[wildclaw41]

Creature Adventurer's Attention!!!

only four days till I release/ post Why did everyone had such a huge crush on Chris kratt? (real life and animated) analysis. And I would love to let you guys know that I am still looking for more things to discuss in this analysis so if anyone has really important facts or info that I should talk about the crushing on Chris kratt thing please come forward and speak to me and we'll talk. please let me know and thank you and stay tuned!!!

[mourningcttlfsh]

this is dj spookyswag she was born two seconds ago in a dark alleyway i found her drinking sewage and i hope she explodes

[small-goth-clifford]

[donaviolet]

testing cspaint animation. i love it

[sorrcha]

map-reading

[clemmykins]

POV this Thing™ shows up on your ring cam at 3am wyd

[cthulhusstepmom]

It's a pretty unanimous conclusion that Ghost can't find out about the reptiles, for his own sake, at least until Hugo and Wee Man have found forever homes. Soap isn't stupid, he knows that he won't be able to keep it up forever, he's just asking for a little more time is all. Naturally this leads to some shenanigans.

One day in early summer, Soap's sitting at a rickety picnic table near where he and Ghost go to smoke. It's isolated from the rest of the base and it's pretty solidly established as Ghost's territory so he doesn't have to worry about people. On the table is Peach, the beardie with mbd named in honor of his boy at home, enjoying some natural uvb and dandelion greens. He's arranged a meeting with the people he's found for her next weekend and he's spoiling her nonstop until then. All of a sudden there's a tickling in his hindbrain, the sort of feeling you get when a big cat is just out of sight. It can only mean one thing. Ghost. Panicking only a little bit, Soap frantically does the only thing he can, he shoves Peach up his shirt. What follows is probably the most awkward conversation he's ever had with his Lt. which is a shame because the fair weather has put Ghost in a truly legendary good mood. Soap is a highly trained operative, he's stared his torturers in the face and laughed at them but the pain of razor sharp little bearded dragon claws scrabbling at his chest and catching on totally regulation nipple piercings is enough to make his eyes water.

A few days after Peach goes to her new home he ends up filling the vacancy in the rescue hotel, it never stays empty for very long. This time the poor critter is a baby blue tongue skink rescued from an abandoned apartment building in a warzone. The private that brings him the lizard looks about as nervous as can fucking be, he can't really blame the poor lass what with Ghost looming in the corner like the specter of death itself, deadly silent and exuding enough malice to curdle their breakfast on the table and turn the fish belly up in their tank. Thankfully the box is discreet with a few nondescript airholes cut in the side. The private thanks him stutteringly and flees the rec room like her heels are on fire. Ghost doesn't say anything, simply raises an expectant eyebrow while Gaz and Price studiously drop peas into the fish tank. Soap just shrugs "care package" he says with a cheesy wink. Ghost scoffs and it's seems like it's put to rest, though his Lt. sticks to him like glue for the rest of the day.

The closest he'd come to discovery was late one night. He'd screamed himself awake about a half hour before and, unable to get back to sleep, is just cuddling on his bed with Wee Man. A quiet, almost hesitant knock on his door brings his attention away from the snake. It's so quiet that he almost writes it off as his tired brain playing tricks on him. But then whoever it is knocks again, a little more firmly this time. Quickly, Soap disentangles himself from Wee Man, leaving him to explore the bed, anything he could get into is locked and he's too big to get into any crevices anyway. Cracking the door open he doesn't know what he expects but it sure as hell isn't Ghost, dressed down in loose pajama bottoms and an old ratty hoodie with a soft black balaclava hugging his face. He suddenly becomes very aware of the fact that he's just in boxers.

"Ghost?"

His Lt squints a bit at his name, almost as if he wasn't sure he'd get this far.

"Couldn't sleep, heard you were up..." probably the most tactful way to acknowledge his screams of terror "...can I come in?"

Cold panic flushes through Soap, only made worse by the scaly nose he can feel start to nudge his leg. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Wee Man, social butterfly that he is, is trying to force his head in between the crack in the door and Soap's leg.

"Och I dunno, it's a right fuckin mess in here right now." He hedges trying to gently maneuver a living rope of pure muscle longer than he is tall with just his bare foot. The crestfallen, vulnerable expression on Ghost's covered face makes something in him cry out. His Lt. starts to say something but Johnny doesn't let him finish. "But if ye'll lemme put some pants on I can make ye some of the chamomile tea ye like? We could go to yer room if ya'd like, might be able to see the floor too." He winks, seeing the exact moment Ghost notices his state of undress, the tops of his cheeks going the slightest bit rosy. And maybe it's that time of night where nothing quite feels real but he could swear he sees his Ghost smile a relieved smile.

"I'd like that."

[kedreeva]

my partner, for reasons I cannot fathom, resided largely on twitter on purpose. he didn't enjoy it most of the time; it stressed him out, the doomscrolling and all. but it was where he was, before he deleted upon certain recent events, and he was very stubborn about staying there.

and here's the thing, even though he isn't on twitter anymore, i can tell. I can tell he came from twitter, because I will sometimes turn my screen - phone or computer - to show him a tumblr post with more than one part to it. you know, a post with a response.

and without fail, every single time

his eyes flick down to read the bottom post first

[milimeters-morales]

Peter: kid ate the forever weed brownie

Miles: THE WHAT

Harry, playing along: yeah man. lasts 20 billion years. sorry.