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what the sweet hell is going on in your icon this made me do a triple take
what do you mean, this is just what I look like irl

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how similar are beardies and clown agamids? do they have different temperaments and needs?
@toadscools care-wise, beardies and clown agamas are pretty similar, although from what Iâve noticed clowns seem to like it a tad bit hotter and drier. They also seem to be less prone to constipation and other GI issues that beardies get and I never soak Damascus because he simply doesnât seem to need it. Diet-wise you can feed them the same things but clowns prefer a little more protein than beardies need. They also appreciate lots of running space since they are considerably more hyperactive than bearded dragons. Like beardies they need to be able to both dig and climb, but are much more willing to climb vertical surfaces than any of my beardies have been. Temperament wise they tend to be a little more flighty initially than beardies, but with time and patience most will tame down (Damascus Just has a bad temper for a clown- his vet says heâs the meanest one sheâs ever met). Though if youâre looking for a lizard to snuggle with or to sit on your shoulder these guys probably arenât it. Iâve never seen anyoneâs clowns sit around long enough for that. Theyâre cheeky little guys too. Even though Damascus wonât let me touch him willingly heâll happily snatch food out of my hands if it looks tasty enough. Personally I love how feisty they can be. Even as a hands off pet Damascus is fun because I can look over and heâs almost always up to something (usually naughty).
As adults Iâd say that a 4x2x2 viv is probably what Iâm going to consider the minimum simply because of their hyperactivity. Theyâre smaller than beardies but they can jump a lot farther and seem to be turbo boosted when it comes to speed so itâs a good idea for them to have extra space to stretch their legs.
If youâre looking for something similar to a beardie on crack then clown agamas are great. Very fun and there are tons of ways to interact with them aside from handling if they donât go for that. I will say that from what Iâve seen from breeders talking and my own experiences that they do seem to be a bit more suspicious to start with than a baby beardy, so Iâd say itâs even more important to avoid flooding and build up trust slowly if you want to tame one, but they arenât impossible to tame. Theyâre just really smart (honestly as much as I love Aries, I think Damascus is a genius compared to him, or at the very least he seems to need a bit more mental stimulation to keep him from destroying his cage).
Anyways, if you have any other questions feel free to message me or submit another ask. Iâm happy to reply.
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Hhhh dad energies. But like. Himbo dad. Himbo that grew up and got a mortgage and is now just a loving, doting fool. Youâre just hovering in the doorway like âr ya winnin son?â And giving everyone knitwear to keep em warm
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went to sweet boyâs house. made a cake. played with their beardie. talked to their brother about philosophy until 1 A.M. watched both now you see me movies. snugged. was generally gay and in love.
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Aziraphale is not entirely sure about all of the things that make a six-thousand year friendship work. Itâs a complicated thing, full of unspoken agreements and compromises. He knows this though: in order to make an immortal friendship between an angel and a demon work, there are just certain things one doesnât bring up. This made a lot of sense to him about five or six glasses ago.Â
However, things have gotten rather fuzzy since then, and not just because he misplaced his spectacles around glass number three.Â
Theyâve known each other this long, and Aziraphale has never really managed to insult Crowley before. So why not?Â
He attempts to gather his thoughts, fails, and then goes on anyway. âCrowley,â he says, cutting the demon off mid-monologue about... something. He had been listening rather intently a moment before, but he canât exactly remember what it was they were discussing. Crowley trails off, making a noise that is both an affirmation and a question, which ends up sounding a bit like âWeh?âÂ
âYou never really told me. Why, exactly, did you Fall? What did you do?â Aziraphale asks.Â
Crowleyâs face does a number of funny things, and then eventually he lets a long, loud sigh escape his mouth. âWell, yâknow I just,â he gestures widely with his hands, âmisbehaved, I sâpose. Asked questions, I think. Itâs a bit muddled, before the Fall.âÂ
âSurely you remember some of it,â Aziraphale presses, pouring wine liberally into Crowleyâs glass.Â
Crowley gives him a bland look. Aziraphale looks back with an expectant smile, only realizing that perhaps he should have backtracked and changed the subject after Crowley opens his mouth to speak again. Heâs got a serious, rather grim look on his face. His jovial drunkenness from a moment before is gone. His cheeks are still red, speech slightly slurred, but all the enjoyment has gone.Â
âI just told you, I asked questions. About Her motivations.â Aziraphale sucks in a breath through his teeth. If there were an angel rulebook (which there isnât), heâs fairly confident that Rule One would be âDo not question Godâs motivations.âÂ
âI wanted to know! Why did She make the things She did? And why did She make them only to discard them for something newer after Sheâs had her fun? Could She never be satisfied? Make the angels, but nah, theyâre no fun anymore. Galaxies, sure, pretty, but couldnât there be more? Humans, which She supposedly cherishes, but it seems to me all theyâre really meant to do is suffer in the name of Her love,â Crowley snaps out, each word harsher than the one before.Â
Aziraphale swallows, an apology on his lips, but Crowley just shakes his head. âBest be getting on, angel. Itâs late, and I have a whole day of nefarious wrongdoing planned for tomorrow,â he says, staggering awkwardly to his feet. Aziraphale chokes out his name, but Crowley ignores him.Â
He stops at the door, and turns just enough to look at Aziraphale out of the corner of his eye. âAnd you know what the worst part is? She never actually answered any of them.â Then heâs gone, swinging out into the damp London night.Â

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Peter didnât expect Juno to be especially clingy. His detective is almost entirely composed of bladed edges, carved jagged sharp to keep everyone at a safe distance. To have him curved softly along Peterâs spine, warm puffs of breath against his shoulder blade and a heavy leg wedged between his own is⌠not exactly disconcerting, but also unfamiliar.
Unexpected.
Not even a little unwelcome.
If Juno is sharp and prickly to keep people away, Peter is so completely alienated that no one could even try. Heâs always prided himself on his ability to disappear, but itâs left him incorporeal. Entirely unknowable.
His own name hasnât even been in anotherâs mouth for near twenty years. Until Juno. Juno tumbled straight through all of Peterâs smoke and mirrors, past his cloak and dagger, caught him up in a tight grip. Pulled the spectral Peter Nureyev back into the light.
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Juno doesnât stumble up the stairs to his apartment. Itâs almost three in the morning and heâs just getting home, but he does not trip. He does not lean against the wall to catch his shaky breath and clear his spinning head. He is, stunningly, astonishingly, completely sober.
Juno Steel has been sober for a full year. (âOnly half of a Martian year!â Mick had been quick to point out, before Rita had shushed him harshly.)
Every day has been difficult. Even after the first month, the first three months, the first six. He aches for it, the burn in his stomach and the way his head feels heavy with cotton and liquor instead of his own soupy thoughts. What he does not ache for, however, is everything else that came with it. The endless hangover that could only be silenced by drinking more, being constantly half out of control, the sluggishness of his body and mind.
This is what he has reminded himself of, everyday. Three hundred and sixty six days, now.
I think the clanging noise of the stool crashing into the wall at the beginning really makes it