#oriental garden lizards

[antiqueanimals]

Common flying dragon (Draco volans) ; Oriental garden lizard (Calotes versicolor)

Reptiles and Amphibians of the World. Written by Hans Hvass. Illustrated by Wilhelm Eigener. Originally published in 1958.

Internet Archive

[snototter]

An Oriental garden lizard (Calotes versicolor) in Thailand

by Eerika Schulz

[crabussy]

??????????? hello

[sitting-on-me-bum]

An oriental garden lizard in Ajmer, Rajasthan, western India. The lizard’s ground colour is generally a light brownish olive, but it can change to bright red, black, or to a mixture of both. 

Photograph: Himanshu Sharma/NurPhoto/Shutterstock

[birdblues]

Oriental Garden Lizard

[comparativetarot]

The Emperor. Art by Kaitlyn Taylor, from the Funny Little Lizard Tarot.

[paulpingminho]

[appaloosawhims]

sims 3 barbie legacy challenge

this is pretty much a conversation from the sims 4 barbie legacy challenge by @sims-himbo but i did change up some of the generations as well just to use more features from ts3 that arent in ts4 as add some extra optional ones for occult/supernatural players

mods i recommend downloading

• nraas porter (for moving towns without traveler file bloat)

• nraas master controller

• family secrets (in case you wanna add drama)

rules

• all heirs must be female and named barbie

• you can use money cheats just starting out but nothing after that

• do not sell the future portal that is summoned when you first start a save, to get rid of it “testingcheatsenabled true > shift click > delete” no free money here

gen one: housewife barbie

• complete the surrounded by family lifetime wish

• you must never get a job, earn money through opportunities, painting, playing the guitar for tips, etc

• have at least one pet

• must have the family oriented and nurturing traits

gen two: business barbie

• complete the ceo of a mega corporation lifetime wish

• be worth at least 50k simeoleans

• master logic and charisma skills

• must have ambitious and born saleswoman traits

gen three: equestrian barbie

• complete the ark builder aspiration

• dont have an actual job and make money through horse riding competitions

• all of your children must have a small pet of their own (by small i mean snake, lizard, turtle, etc)

• must have the equestrian trait

gen four: sea pearl barbie

• move to isla paradiso

• become a mermaid

• master the grand explorer lifetime wish

• live on a houseboat

• master the scuba diving and logic skills

• must have the loves to swim trait

gen five: best seller barbie

• complete the professional author lifetime wish

• max writing skill

• master the journalism career

• must have the artistic, bookworm and virtuoso traits

gen six: academic barbie

• complete the perfect studio lifetime wish

• max out the nerds social group

• master the science and painting skills

• earn a fine arts degree

• must have the socially awkward and genius traits

gen seven: movie star barbie

• complete the superstar actor lifetime wish

• become a 5 star celebrity

• have a secret affair with a fellow actor

• master the film career (acting branch)

• fall in love with a non celebrity

• master the charisma skill

• must have the star quality, schmoozer and charismatic traits

gen eight: rockstar barbie

• complete the one sim one band lifetime wish

• master the music career (rock star branch)

• must have the virtuoso trait

gen nine: president barbie

• complete the leader of the free world lifetime wish

• be the richest sim in town

• max the politics career

• never be lower than a 2 star celebrity

• must have the charismatic trait

gen ten: time traveling barbie

• complete the made the most of my time lifetime wish

• become best friends with emit relevant

• build a plumbot

• master the bot building, advanced technology, and handiness skills

• own a jetpack

• must have the ambitious and bot fan traits

optional generations

gen eleven: vampire barbie

• move to midnight hollow

• complete the turn the town lifetime wish

• must have the proper and night owl traits

gen twelve: fairy barbie

• move to moonlight falls and live their for the rest of the legacy

• complete the mystic healer lifetime wish

• marry and fall in love with a werewolf since fairies live longer do not get into another relationship after they die

• must have the gatherer trait

gen thirteen: werewolf barbie

• complete the leader of the pack lifetime wish

• purchase the alpha wolf lifetime reward

• must have the loves the outdoors trait

gen fourteen: witch barbie

• complete the greener gardens lifetime wish

• master the fortune teller career (scam artist branch)

• master the charmisa, logic, gardening, and alchemy skills

• must have the evil and green thumb traits

[mutant-distraction]

Robin Rajan

Danaus genutia(common tiger) butterfly on lantana flower, oriental garden lizard in the background.

Location: Parasuvaikal,lndia

[outofangband]

Dor-lómin residents and animal headcanons:

I did the Fëanorians here and I was very bored at work

edit: reposted with  more information  and edits I couldn't check for !

Other headcanons for them can be found in the character tags! I know I’ve talked a few times about these characters and animals before especially Aerin :)

Húrin

Húrin likes animals, both the domestic ones and wild ones. He has had several cows he was especially fond of and he likes ermine and pine Martin like creatures. He finds them funny to watch.

Incidentally, the animals I always associate with Húrin are mongooses, meerkats, sparrows and river otters because they’re family oriented creatures who are also small, snarky and infamously antagonize large predators (sparrows go after crows, mongooses and meerkats go after huge venomous snakes and river otters go after crocodiles)

Huor also likes cows. He likes gentle ones he can pet while he daydreams. I could see him with a large, fluffy cat.

Both him and Húrin remember being in awe at the golden leopards they would occasionally see along the outskirts of Gondolin, in the mountains. Additionally, him and Húrin also do both love eagles. Húrin has an eagle feather tattoo

Túrin as a child liked animals in theory but was usually afraid of bigger ones. He was also very sensitive to animal death. There is a small bird graveyard in the back garden Túrin insisted on creating. He liked hearing about animals from Sador or Rían. Aerin and Húrin both tried to get him interested in horses with little success. They would have definitely tried again had there been the chance to

Túrin in Doriath really liked animals and plants! His favorites were the quails that the marchwardens kept and strange pale turtles Nellas would show him in pools deep within Neldoreth He doesn’t have too many strong opinions on animals until his time in Brethil to be honest.

Lalaith loved chasing butterflies! She also likes bunnies and chickens.

Morwen I’m uncertain about. I don’t think she has a favorite animal but if she does, she’s certainly not going to say it. She tends to be extremely unsentimental when it comes to animals though she does have fond memories of her father taking her to watch birds as a young child on early mornings when he was home and of catching lizards with Rían in the summer.

I do headcanon she is unafraid of skeletons and especially as a child and teenager had an interest in the bones because as I’ve said, she was a morbid child 🍃. I love theoppositeofprofound ‘s image of her as a child with a crown made from starling(?) bones. That exactly fits my thoughts about her, her aesthetic and her disposition.

Niënor liked bugs and frogs as a kid. She liked to find and save bugs in the house and bring them outside. She developed a rather unsentimental view of some animals as a child such as rabbits and some birds which they could occasionally kill to eat.

I love exploring the connections and associations with her and deer

Sador enjoys the animals he sees from his windows, especially rabbits and red foxes. He is rather intimidated by horses. They are Unpredictable.

Aerin, who I headcanon as an animal lover in general, really loves horses! I’ve talked about this a lot, most recently here, but them and the role they play in Hadorian society is extremely important to her.

She also has a pet goat which she adores. Goats aren’t usually raised by the Hadorians but this one she got from a passing group who occasionally traded with her people. She raised it from when it was a baby with a bottle. Aerin also likes bumblebees and hedgehogs

She has a complicated feelings about pigeons

Rían loves colorful animals especially. Birds, butterflies and dragonflies, brightly colored lizards she would see on sunny days in Ladros, even some beetles. She also has a fondness for owls and crickets.

Note: didn’t put Brodda on this list because he doesn’t deserve to be on it.

As always please feel free to ask more!

[linka-from-captain-planet]

no so much a director's cut as it is a teaser, trailer or sneak peak, but do you have any tidbits from WIP fics (for any pairing) that you can share?

Due to being lizard-brained, most of my drafts/WIPS live in the primordial soup of my mind until I can dump them into a doc in a dedicated writing session, but I have a little written down to share!

Below the cut:

sneak peek at Minthara/Florrick #3

two snippets from Shadowheart/Nocturne fics I wish my brain would let me finish

a chunk of an abandoned followup to 'when my blue moon turns to gold again', a Shadowheart/Lae'zel fic focusing on Lae'zel raising the gith egg alone on K'liir/ the Astral Plane.

The first two installments of I could liken you to a werewolf (but I admit I provided a full moon) (Minthara/Florrick) are very much about Minthara with Florrick just being along for the ride, but the third installment is much more about Florrick and her life, both with and without Minthara. Florrick being polyamorous and having other lovers has been brought up in passing, but by the time of this third installment, Minthara is much more oriented to her true feelings for Florrick and the existence of (perceived) rivals becomes Relevant, even as they've developed a sort of tense, weird-vibed domesticity in the months since fic #2.

The evening is golden, cool and clear as the infernal sun sets behind the open veranda door. Florrick, matron of her own hideously modest House at the edge of the Upper and Lower City, overlooking the park, sent her only full-time servant home in the early afternoon, and so Minthara hovers about the sink as she braises vegetables from her garden and sears thick steaks of venison from her man.  On the counter, a smart pair of black-dyed buckskin gloves stand out against the light-oiled wood. “I understand if you don’t want them,” Florrick had floated cautiously the night before, placing them like an olive branch where they still lie, untouched, “but Ambrose just wanted to say hello.”  They looks like they would fit perfectly, the cuff and palm sewn deliberately to fit a battle-thickened wrist, and Minthara’s stomach sours for the dozenth time as she dwells on it. Minthara had thought it pragmatic at first, that Florrick should keep a pet man on a long leash, far from dirtying her fastidiously clean home but close enough to rub her feet or pleasure her on demand. Minthara herself had kept several jaluk to the same effect in Menzoberranzan. But Ambrose is no pet.

I want to return to the Shadowheart/Nocturne arena sometime soon, so I have two WIPs percolating for them. One is from Selunite Shadowheart's perspective and takes place post-canon, where she meets Nocturne again in her travels. I've mentioned it before, to be titled "under your skin, over the moon."

In Baldur’s Gate, in those first few weeks she hung around and helped heal wounds and cart away rubble, she could hardly take a step without someone reaching out to shake her hand, to offer her a bottle of fine vintage or the watch off their wrist in gratitude, to beseech her to lay a hand in blessing on their child. For someone raised in a locked vault, spewing the virtues of a life spent skulking the shadows, the sudden thrust into the limelight was… uncomfortable, to be charitable. She already felt like enough of a fraud. Felt enough like her skin was stretched too tight over her frayed nerves and her grief, as if it were someone else’s, bleached and cut and sewn into a grotesque costume. She looks in the mirror, and she sees the ragged faces of her parents framed in unearned silver. Forty years held captive. Tortured by her own hand, at times. Sacrificed, for her—for nothing. Because in the end, it was exactly as she’d been taught in the dark: only nothingness endures.

I also have another Shadowheart/Nocturne WIP, from Nocturne's perspective, that I wanted to cover the whole of their relationship in the cloister. This has been tricky because writing religious indoctrination is pretty hard without any of that experience IRL, and keeping the balance of what the narration says and what's actually happening, so it's been slow going and this WIP has been parked in the same state for months. If I ever finish it, this is 'my sparrow blue'.

The night is black and moonless, blanketing the Lower City beneath them in Her sacred darkness. It was on a similar night those decades ago that Nocturne found her name, looking up at the endless, empty void of space, swallowed up by it, listening to the crickets sing Her somber melody. It was then, and remains as always, just as the Mother Superior taught: “The Dark Lady guides us all. We find our true selves in Her embrace.” If she had a mother before the Mother, Nocturne doesn’t recall; that part of her life is mercifully blank, long since surrendered in Her name. Who or what she was before then is irrelevant, although she supposes she may owe a thank-you to whatever whore, herself devil-cursed or lain with such, that must have begat and abandoned her. She’s seen plenty enough of tiefling urchins swarming in the muck like rats, slithering aimlessly through their invariably short lives. Without Lady Shar, she would have nothing. She would be nothing. Through Her, and the Mother, and the cloister, Nocturne has not only a home, meals, and education, but a purpose and an identity—and with guidance, difficult as it may have been, the right identity, to boot. And, she has a friend. Supper is several hours behind them by now, by design the most meager meal of the day. Emptiness is a holy state, they’re taught, and so an empty belly is said to enhance an evening spent contemplating Her canon, but…  Nocturne’s belly feels chock-full of butterflies, and all she can contemplate is the warmth seeping into her thigh from Shadowheart’s foot pressed, just barely, against it.  Initiates aren’t supposed to touch each other outside of training, and even then, instructors are quick with a lashing. They aren’t kids anymore, with a blind eye turned on play-wrestling or braiding one another’s hair; they’re expected to practice restraint and turn from, not toward, false comforts. Perhaps it’d be easier if Shadowheart were better at meeting expectations. But Shadowheart has always seemed so special, so important despite her failings. To the Dark Lady, to Mother.

Lastly, I was going to write a sequel to 'when my blue moon turns to gold again', but I think this one's solidly abandoned, especially after being torpedoed by Patch 5. This fic is mostly about Lae'zel raising the gith egg baby, named Jenevelle, alone in the Astral plane, but with Shadowheart always on her mind. I was also playing with gith biology in this one.

Even the kind-faced new varsh, hand-selected by Lae’zel herself, quirked a brow when presented with a late-stage githyanki egg that had been dormant for nearly half a decade. The sentiment was shared. Its odds were poor, especially knowing that the egg was a slow hatch to begin with. But Shadowheart bathed that egg in milk every night for weeks, an old gith trick, to put it into stasis until it could be a found a safer creche to resume incubation and, hopefully, hatch. Shadowheart helped shield it from the hungry owlbear cub and the odd ambush in camp. Shadowheart rocked it in her arms on chilly nights, worried about it freezing—a pointless paranoia, but by then, Lae’zel had learned well that acts of love aren’t always optimized for efficiency. So, she had to try.

It took several years of hard-won battles, campaigning, all but pulling out a lute and singing of the lich queen’s betrayal, but Lae’zel did not merely find a safe creche: she rebuilt one. Hers. Creche K’liir, nestled inside the moon-bathed asteroid of Stardock, trailing Selûne. It seemed fitting for Shadowheart’s egg. Lae’zel told herself that she was finished with it, then. She’d done what she’d promised herself she would: found the egg a safe place and a fair chance. But it wasn’t a week later before Varsh D’narav approached her with wrung hands and news that the youngling was attempting to hatch, but the egg only rocked back and forth listlessly in the pool. It was unable to breach the shell like the others, and soon, the egg’s air sac would fail and its nutrients would be depleted. Varsh D’narav wanted to verify whether the old procedure should apply. They had skirted the issue in prior discussions—optimism and foolishness, all the same. A part of Lae’zel wanted to bark an affirmative and berate the varsh for barging in on her war-room just to share news of a weakling needing to be culled. The rest ran to the hatchery and scooped the trembling egg from the pool with her bare hands, ignoring the sting as acid splashed up her arms. For all the slates in the vast library, there would be none prescribing a procedure. If a githyanki had ever before attempted to rescue a failing hatch, they would have been wise not to leave evidence behind. Under Vlaakith’s rule, such shameful tenderness would have the egg and the gith flung into the abyss such that it couldn’t spread. But some instinct roared within Lae’zel, from somewhere deep inside down to her very being, buried underneath her lifetime of training and the embers of her indoctrination. It was as if the instructions were whispered directly into her ear by Mother Gith herself. She tore into the leathery shell with her teeth, puncturing it right over the dead space above the shriveled air sac. Pressure released from the hole, and Lae’zel pried it larger with her fingers and claws. A serous liquid seeped out, soothing the acid burns on her skin, like that was the way it was always supposed to be done. A tiny fist shot out of the tear as soon as enough space was made for it. Shadowheart’s youngling wanted to live. She worked quickly, desperately. Eggs are weaker from within than the outside, so she uses her fingers hooked into the hole to rend the shell wide enough that she could pull the air sac out entirely. In doing so, she uncovered the hatchling’s nose and mouth, exposing it to the outside world for the first time. It sneezed. Sputtered. Wailed.  Lae’zel hardly heard it.  She was too transfixed on the hatchling’s black hair. The peach tint to her skin. The nose that was still unmistakably gith, but also so unmistakably reminiscent of a larger, fleshier one that she derisively called ‘decadent’ just once, but later kissed goodnight far too few times. She hadn’t known that non-gith could imprint on a gith egg.

[caseydundrich]

Welcome to Aurora Bay @aurorabayaesthetic, [CASEY DUNDRICH]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ELLIOT FLETCHER]. You must be the [TWENTY-SEVEN] year old [CHILDREN'S NOVELIST/ILLUSTRATOR]. Word is you’re [EMPATHETIC] but can also be a bit [INTROVERTED] and your favorite song is [THE GARDEN GOBLIN BY KING GIZZARD & THE LIZARD WIZARD]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER'S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

Name: Casey Dundrich Nickname: Case Age: 27 Faceclaim: Elliot Fletcher Gender: Trans Man Pronouns: He/Him Height: 5'7 Build: Slim Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Education Level: College graduate with a degree in creative writing Occupation: Children's Novelist/Illustrator Vices: Alcohol, Cannabis, Gum Favorite Color: Blue & Green Favorite Halloween Candy: Kitkats

Quick Facts

Growing up an only child who didn't make friends easily, Casey quickly became drawn to the written word. An avid reader at a very young age it didn't take long for Casey to soon become interested in writing and jotting down the stories that his overactive imagination came up with. From the start Casey was destined to be a writer. He entered many young authors competitions and while he never won his second place and third place finishes were enough to continue fueling his passion. Along with writing Casey spent a lot of time drawing using that as a medium to get his ideas across when words failed him.

Casey went to college in New York for creative writing where he was absolutely ripped to shreds by his professors. There was always a child-like quality to his writing that was frowned upon by the courses he took. Distraught by the criticism Casey almost gave up on his dream but still finished out his degree even though it wound up with him taking his extensive knowledge of literature and working in a bookstore in NYC.

At the age of twenty-five Casey finally got the idea for a story about two brothers with a magical stone that transports them to distant lands (think of something along the lines of The Magic Tree House series). He pitched the story to some publishers and it became an instant hit amongst young readers which earned Casey a multi book deal.

Eventually Casey got fed up with the hustle and bustle of New York City. He knew he didn't want to return to Milwaukee where he grew up so he found himself in need of a new home. He always had a desire to travel and now that his book series is taking off he's no longer tied to any location to work. Casey decided on Aurora Bay for now. Seeing what it might be like to live on the other side of the country. Right now they just project living there while he works on his current book.

He is currently working on the third book in the series and has hit a major bout of writer's block. He still has more to say in regards to the series he just doesn't have the words for it and deadlines are swiftly approaching.

When he isn't reading, writing, or drawing Casey is usually playing video games. He's a big fan of RPGs and fantasy games and still is an avid World of Warcraft player in 2024 (you should really see his mount collection).

Casey has never been in a serious relationship (though he desperately wants to be in one). He's had a few flings over the years but people tended to disappoint him or not be interested in taking things to the next level.

He's much more of an introvert than an extrovert. Making friends has never come easy to him but he's tried to put himself out there more after moving to Aurora Bay.

Casey is a DM for D&D and has been looking to start up a new campaign since moving to Aurora Bay. He goes quite over the top with his storytelling and hangs around the local game shop in search of new players (potential wanted connection!). He's also a big Magic the Gathering player but isn't as committed as he used to be in college (and is now saving a lot of money). You can still catch him heading to bigger cities for prerelease though when a set intrigues him.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

The oriental garden lizard that can change colours, similar to chameleons. Males develop a red-coloured head and crest during the mating season, due to which the species is also called a “bloodsucker”. Unfortunately, due to raging exotic pet trade, the reptile has now been introduced outside its native range, thus making it an invasive species in many areas.

Photo by Akash Subhash Dolas.

[mintybagels]

Hi idk if you've talked about your rottmnt oc's somewhere else before but I just saw art of them and they look cool so would you mind talking abt them?

yea for sure! most of the stuff i make for them doesn’t get shared publicly since it’s mostly just me shitposting with discord buds😅 but i have 3 different ones:

my sea turtle mutant Lev who is a chill travelling musician who lives in an RV

my newest boi Vinnie the oriental garden lizard yokai who can turn from his tiny form into a giant hulk monster

and my mutant chameleon Jasper whose mystic ability is breaking the fourth wall and being cringe with his bf Luya

They’ve all got their own lore that relates to rottmnt so i might make a few mini comics related to that at some point thanks for asking about them though ! i love talking about these guys :> i’m hoping once my work schedule isn’t as packed i can make some content i can share publicly for them

i do have some halloween art i made of all of them together :3

[slashcrz]

( alexander ludwig , 28 , he/him , cis man , merian 4 ) - have you seen MATTHIAS MERIAN?  we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re PROTECTIVE but also DESTRUCTIVE. when you think of them , you think of GOLDEN FLAMES FLICKERING IN CRUMBLING CHAPELS, DISTANT SOUNDS OF COMBAT && THE FEELING OF SNOWFALL, CRIMSON AGAINST ICE, A SNEER TO HIDE A HIDDEN HEART.

TWs; violence, war, miscarriage, death, loss, blood mention/injury mentions, religious themes.

name; matthias merian.

nicknames; none.

birth date; april 11th, an aries

orientation; heterosexual

relationship; single, one former marriage, annulled.

politics; fuck the french, war is the only way to protect one's self && nation, trust no one.

religion; struggling within his faith; used to be a devout catholic, now feels he doesn't know what to believe.

languages; tba.

headcanons && backstory.

the beginning of his story is one full of family, laughter, joy, and activity. long nights spent in the church, a head ducked in prayer, chasing his siblings around the training grounds; teasing his youngest brother, finding lizards to spook his sister, eating persimmons from the trees in the horse yards. he'd always been strong, climbing trees as soon as he could walk, and never balking at a skinned knee. when matthias first grabbed a sword, later a musket, he realized he was a proficient fighter - and balanced his time between church && prayer, and fighting && training. he was one of the best; brutal, a force to reckon with, and took on the hope to be a defender. switzerland trained a powerful army NOT for themselves, but to help others in need, to assist others during wartime. love came swiftly, or some form of it. maybe it was never meant for more than just a crush in the gardens, a laugh after a first kiss, but she was a perfect puzzle piece to what matthias thought his life would be. a wedding followed quickly- they'd courted only a year, and as a new badge was pinned to his uniform, matthias wondered if he was on the top of the world. but then france attacked, and only sweden answered their call for help. switzerland was left largely on their own, but had the forces to defend themselves. the battle was brutal, and it thinned their army, it changed the lives of his family, even for his sweet younger brother, now broken from the sight of the horrors of a battlefield washed in blood. matthias was full of anger; he had hate in his heart, and nowhere to put it. god had betrayed switzerland. his father had died. his friends had died. matthias lost his faith, he lost his way, and he found himself growing cold && harsh under the weight of his anger. romance fizzled out quickly with he && his wife after switzerland pulled through their victory, and he returned home. he was too angry now to remember to be a good husband, and though he was never abusive... he was absent, he was cold, his heart had closed, and she found herself falling into deep unhappiness. matthias did not even realize that she written to the pope, to request an annulment. it was granted only when the prince departed from the church in a raging outburst, cursing god && his followers, shouting in the middle of the chapel his grief, his anger towards the sky, calling their priest a fool. he was marked as haunted, a man who had lost his god, and she was given permission to divorce him without fault. he did not know until after she left, that during the months since he had been home, his wife had been with child, but had lost it in the night while he was gone, bitching in a cavern with his valets about the woes of the world. their marriage was a three-year ordeal, and when she left, his home stayed dark && empty && alone until matthias moved back into the swiss palace from his estate, and took up his place within the militia once more.

[witchzoe]

A sketch of the Fire Warrior Base, done in Inkarnate.

Floor plan of the Fire Warrior House.

Floor plan of the underground part of the Fire Warrior Base.

A few notes:

The house was previously Hama's inn and the underground base incorporates the place were Hama kept the townsfolk captured.

Missing from the floor plan is the cellar under the house, Darika's herb garden and the secret exits from the underground base. The cellar is mostly used for storage and is connect to the underground base.

The underground part of the base is not fully to scale due to the spacial limitations of the map. A few corridors are probably longer than shown on the map.

For comparison the war room is almost as big as an entire floor of the house.

the orientation of the three parts is also not as rigidly as suggested by the map. The mongoose-lizard barn is located, were Hama kept her prisoners, and the aviary faces away from the village.