Me if I could be anything I wanted.
Pansexual, Nonbinary. No gender only books, my own wacky sense of autistic and gay fashion, chaos, and love.
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mad i cant draw more because ive been doing yard work all week but look at these wee lads ive found ^_^ that bastard frog has been having babies and isnt scared of humans so it just stares at us. and the babies terrorized me all day yesterday (i am very skittish w creatures and crawlies i haaaate everything outdoors) and the lizard guy lives in the corral on the side of the house and always jumpscares me when i open the door 🙏 cute tho. also ive seen more spiders than i ever have in my lifetime this SUCKS!!!
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The moon is vaguely reptile in nature
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One of my sona's actual normal forms, full moon.
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dino!
Been trying ome color scene drawings and i love it so far
another one is already in the works! It's... more spooky?
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im obsessed with the chaotic way these little bastards scuttle run
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steve, occasionally the mental terrorist: so, is lizard jail actually fun?
eddie: please stop
steve: like, you all yell the entire time at each other. must be hard getting the lizard out of prison.
eddie: i know you're doing this on purpose. stop it.
steve: you're like the judge right? and everyone else is the lawyers? who's the defense attorney and who's the prosecutor?
eddie: please
steve: what crimes did the lizard commit to receive 25 consecutive life sentences?
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If Dracula was made into a book-accurate, semi-unserious movie in the early to mid-2000s, this is how I imagine it would go:
We open on Jonathan scaling the castle walls in Lizard Fashion. Whether that’s his first time or his last time out is up to the director. Either way, we see him about to fall/reach a tricky spot when —
*record scratch, freeze frame*
Jonathan, voiceover: yep, that’s me. Scaling the castle like a lizard. You’re probably wondering how I got in this situation…let me take you back a bit…
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a scene that presented itself to me with very little context:
Sokka is trying and failing to light a fire inside this chaos. At first it was a little funny, but the longer Sokka goes without successfully producing a spark with his stupid little rocks, the more frustrated Zuko becomes watching him. He could do this in his sleep. A baby could have sneezed and lit the fire by now.
Click
“Make the Avatar stop playing with his stupid monkey and light it.”
Click
“First of all, Momo is a Lemur. Second: Aang can’t firebend, and third: fuck you.”
Click, click
“Oh for Agni’s sake, then untie me and I’ll do it!”
“No. See again: fuck you.”
Click, click, click
Zuko has had enough. He scoots forward and leans over Sokka’s bundle of (he notes slightly damp-- no wonder the boy is struggling) kindling and fills his chest, forcing the air deep into his lungs. He’s only seen Uncle do this once, but Zuko had already learned the basics of the technique. Standard firebending involved stoking his inner fire with the correct breathing, then letting it flow with the movement of his limbs, down his chi paths, and out as visible bursts. Uncle had shown him how to hold that energy, feeding it through the pathways in a looping circuit that warmed him through. But where breath came in it also flowed out, and where chi could flow--
“What are you--” Sokka starts to ask, leaning back away from the prince crowding into his space. With no other warning, Zuko opens his mouth. And fire pours out. Sokka throws himself away from the flames with a yelp, but they don’t go any further than the sad pile of wood he had been failing to light. “Aaaah! How-- What-- You can breathe that!?”
Zuko sits back with a satisfied huff, tries unsuccessfully to shake off the sweat that’s beaded on his forehead. “Apparently.”
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