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arthistoryanimalia · 3 months

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Happy #MooseDay!

Tom Thomson (Canadian, 1877-1917)

Moose at Night, 1916

oil on wood, 20.9 x 26.9 cm

National Gallery of Canada 1545

#animals in art #animal holiday #20th century art #Tom Thomson #Group of Seven #Canadian art #1910s #painting #oil painting #National Gallery of Canada #Moose Day #moose #landscape art #wildlife art

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ghouljams · 9 months

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I do love the mental image you supplied of Price being out there with a broom trying to shoo the Mimic away, like-

Price: Get out of here, shoo!

Mimic: :((

Price: No! Go find another witch to snack on! *whacks*

Mimic: :(((((

You watch from your window as Price leaves your garden. The not-moose moves from one side of the wall towards Price. You aren't sure why that makes your stomach twist. You grip your chest, twisting your shirt in your hand, feeling that warm magic buzz at the tips of your finger again. Price can take care of himself, you're sure of it.

Price feels his tethers pull tight as the mimic walks towards him. The overgrown beast doesn't even have the common courtesy to pretend to be a regular animal. It stares right at him, it's eyes moving in different directions as it attempts to keep its focus on you as well as the new threat. Price cracks his knuckles, moves towards the mimic with the same predatory intent that it had been.

"Fuck off," Price advises the mimic, "kindly."

The mimic stops, shakes it's head. It's lips pull back in what Price is sure is supposed to be a terrifying display. He will admit that the noise it makes is downright unsettling, the sobbing wail that seems to broadcast from the mimic. It's face doesn't move at all, the sound just shakes out of it. Price raises a brow.

"You don't look starving."

Another wail from the mimic, the moose turns and butts its horns against the threshold. The twist of horn against your wards makes even Price grimace. It unhinges its jaw to press the full extent of its teeth against the garden's barrier. Price growls, leaning to reach over the wall to grab your watering can.

The iron burns.

Price twitches, his jaw clenched as his head pulls to one side. The unnatural sting of metal against his skin is almost as unpleasant as the scream the mimic lets out upon seeing it. The glassy eyes of it roll to look at him, it slides its teeth off the threshold like dragging knives through molasses. It gives another wail, almost bargaining. Price weighs the sentiment against the iron in his grasp before swinging the can hard at the mimic.

The creature flinches, stumbling back away from him. It drops its head low, menacing. Price doesn't move except to raise his free hand and make a shoo-ing motion.

"If you're not going to leave on your own I have no qualms makin' you."

The mimics eyes roll between Price and the house. It's lips curl, tongue lolling out over its razor sharp teeth. The menacing posturing doesn't let up, in fact the mimic almost seems to be challenging that assertion.

"Price," it sobs in your voice. Price's eyes narrow, his grip on the iron watering can tightening. The burn of it bites into his flesh.

"Now you're tryin' to make me mad." He growls, the mimic takes a half step back, "I'm tryin' to be civil, bet you can't even remember that part of yourself."

A step forward, the mimic attempts another show of aggression only to be caught by the swing of cold iron. The metal scrapes fur and flesh from its muzzle, oily blood sloughing off it into the snow before it can pull its skin back together. It scrambles back away from Price, away from your property. The mimic tries another sobbing voice, aiming for sympathy over threats. Isn't it pathetic? Cursed with only might and the decaying sense it once had as a human. If it could just get enough magic...

"Then find another witch to snack on, this one's mine." Though Price imagines any witch it finds will yield the exact same results. Well, maybe not exactly the same. He can't think of a single other fae that would- That would be eager to help? Have the tethers to be called on? The conviction to grab Iron in defense of their- of a witch. God help him this is getting out of hand.

The mimic seems to ponder this for a moment. It's neck twisting its head one way then another, its horns scraping the snowy ground as it does. It lets out an agreeable is terrified scream, before turning and making its way back into the thicket of trees. Price watches it go for a moment before tossing the watering can back towards the fence with a pained swear.

He grips his wrist, staring at the consumed flesh, the sinew revealed by the acidic burn of the iron. His fingers clench and shake, the muscles pulled tight with pain. Behind him the house door opens and closes, the iron back gate creaks, the sound of rapid footsteps through snow reaches him. He turns in time for you to throw your arms around him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," You squeeze your arms tightly around his shoulders. Price wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you more securely against his chest. You pull away too quickly to cup his face graciously, briefly, between your hands. He can feel his tethers singing for you as you leave his hold, eager to have you close again. His fingers still drag along your waist, reluctant to stop touching you as you turn to grab his injured hand.

Your fingers are so gentle as they graze the outer edges of the wound. Your expression pained, it makes him want to rip his hand from your hold. Instead he lets you finish your exam, his fingers tightening on your waist when you prod a little too hard. You mumble a quiet apology and release his hand, crouching to pick up a handful of snow.

"This might feel a little strange," You tell him, without actually telling him what exactly it is that's going to feel strange. You press the snow against his hand, careful to spread the ice down his fingers as well. Sort of weird that you'd think he'd never iced a burn before.

You lean over his hand, your face close to the snow, close enough he can feel the brush of your breath as you exhale. Then your lips move, and he feels it. The soft shift of the wind, the ringing in his ears, the lacing of his skin knitting back together under rapidly melting ice, the magic that races up his arm and circulates through his heart like a shot of ecstasy. Your grip on his wrist is far flung from the light touches it was, and he sees why now.

Your magic makes him want to jerk away, an involuntary reaction that he tries to steady as soon as it happens. It's hot and molten, it rustles past his ears like a sea breeze, and it is a foreign body invading his own. Price's pulse races, instinct keyed to the highest settings, and you are mouthwatering. All potential power and pretty packaging. He brushes your hair off your neck with his uninjured hand. You're so trusting. He can feel the itch in his teeth, and smell blood.

Price grips your shoulder hard enough to bruise, and leans down to press his teeth to your neck. He can feel your pulse rushing under his tongue, smell your scent under all those lovely herbs. You drop his hand and he's quick to thread it through your hair, to hold your neck long for his consumption. There's no pain, and the tethers between you are so brilliantly warm. No pain. Price blinks. The ringing is gone, the sea breeze gone, you're not holding his hand. You're finished.

He pull back, looks at how you've squeezed your eyes shut, lips thin with fear. That's not right. Fuck.

"Fuck," Price clears his throat, it feels like he hasn't had anything to drink in days, "I'm not gonna hurt you, that's-" He takes his hands off you, as a show of sincerity. Tension bleeds out of you as you open your eyes.

"I told you, it'll feel weird." You tell him, turning quickly to go and grab your watering can. Weird is not how he'd describe it, nor is that how he would've warned about it. But it's done now.

"That was real magic," Price swallows, flexes his fingers now miraculously, magically, healed. You don't miss a step in your quick pace back to your garden.

"It's all real magic," You call over your shoulder, "I just didn't use a buffer this time."

You only turn to look at him when you're closing your garden gate, your smile a little shy and your cheeks pink. You mouth a last 'thank you' and disappear into your house. It's strange. There should be a new tether between you, something solid, something the weight of unfiltered magical expertise, but there's nothing. Even done out of just the kindness of your heart he should have some evidence that you'd done him a service, nobody gives themselves that freely. Even those that do, a recipient would never accept such a gift without a debt; save maybe the few foolish enough to think they're in love.

Fuck.

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parappaya · 29 days

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Happy Zim day yall!❗️🗣🩷

#my art #digital art #fav chara #fanart #invader zim #iz #zim day #gir #mini moose #fav

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twisted-moose · 2 months

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date night

#moose art #bandera art #bandera #chimera #fursona #valentine #valentines day #oc art #tw guns #anthro #fire #mantissa #dnd #dnd art

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mooseonahunt · 2 months

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Day 1 - Valentine’s Day

Luis gets a bouquet from Leon :D

#I’m so sorry for how ass this is ksfjadl #I put a lot more time and energy into days 2 and 3 though so #looking forward to that #anyways HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SERENNEDY WEEK #serennedy #serennedyweek2024 #serennedy week 2024 #moose posting #moose draws #moose draws re #moose draws resident evil #luis serra #luis serra navarro #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy

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planetbeanie · 1 year

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Todays beanie of the day is

Marbles the Moose!

Released in 2003

#marbles the moose #beanie of the day #ty punkies #beanie babies #beanie baby #ty beanie babies #kidcore #toywave #nostalgia #stuffed animals #90s toys #stuffies #y2k #beanie baby of the day

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forgetful-river · 10 months

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My two beautiful cats, and yes, they smoke weed

#For some reason I misremembered Pounce de Leon as being the size of a moose and they're fully not? They're like. Cougar sized at most #cougar as in mountain lion not the other one #my friends moved into a new apartment like a month ago and they've just decided to leave their cat tree in the middle of the living room #it kinda blocks the tv but its fine. they have cute cats #nepeta leijon #day 17 #I have no idea if I'm on the right day but I'm too tired to go back and check #furfty days of nepurrta #my art #hs #homestuck

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draculagerard · 4 months

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YELL

honey i think he might also play something else as a member of green day. idk tho aljddhdhskskdjjd

HELP???

#BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG. THE HARMONICA PLAYER #moose asks #newt #green day

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ruthytwoshakes · 24 days

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holy freakshow I tototally forgot to show off my new epic fursona deisgng

bask in her glory whyis this image so large

her name is Ruth becuausde my name is awesome and it stands for ruthless unstoppable terrorizing hellspawn . She’s 16 and wants to kill you but she can’t because she has braces and it hurts to bite. She glows in da dark because she’s really cool and her favorite food is caramel apple lollipops.

#furry art #sfw furry #fursona #Jumpscare to people who follow me for tf2 (everybody) but I didn’t make any art today to share so I thought I should post this #Maybe I should make fursonas for the tf2s #spy would be a sheep with a wolf mask. Fox mask. Whatfere Mayhaps he would be a ram instead. Mayhaps #mayhaps mayhaps #whst the hell das that word even mean #scout is a hare creepy mf. Maybe with horns because spy dad. Jackalope #demo?? I’m getting flamingo for some reason. Maybe those Scottish cows.#soldier is a moose or a griffin. Yeah #heavy is bear. Obviously.#medic is wolf? Maybe one of those freaky tall wolves? Maybe bird of prey hmmmm #engineer is hornet. Maybe a beagle. Or a big cat like a mountain lion. Or a bull.#sniper??? Idk man kiwi? That’s too cute for him. Something fucked up. Like a coyote. Or an alligator. A lanky gator.#Pyroooo hmmmmmmmmmmm I think bug. Fly. Skunk. Cat. Creature. Definitely a creature. Hmmmmmmmm chimera? Pony? So many choices.#pauling is a mouse and administrator is a cougar. saxton is terrifying and bidwell is a cat. Gray man is a vulture and Olivia is a turkey #I could go off on this all day but I have homework goodbye #ruths doodles

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miniimoose · 5 months

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This was a good opening joke for the update

#upd8 #hsbc #homestuck beyond canon #hs bc #hs: bc #homestuck #hsbc update #hsbc upd8 #moose talk #redraw #if i had the time i would draw this as jake and brain ghost dirk #maybe ill do it when i get home in a few days

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imagionary · 8 months

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Car doodles; I guess women were on my mind xD

(Unfinished Belle doodle under cut)

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enhanced-operatives-division · 1 month

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Roxana Prism and the Horrific Realisation She has a Crush on her Coworker

#started doodling this yesterday then....life. the horrors.#shes sooooo silly like I used to headcanon her being aroace because she didn't have the agency guide to seduction at her house #because i thought i was funny like that #and i still hc her as being either greyaroace or demiromantic & demisexual #so she gets a crush like. once a decade #and when she realises she does her immediate reaction is just. terrible news.#ieytd #i expect you to die #[agent moose's art]#roxana prism #roxanna prism #uhhhh #the fabricator #she's KIND OF THERE #roxafabby (??????????????)#im so scared to draw like serious ship art because god forbid people kiss in my sketchbook #plus idk if i could quite draw things in my mind thats why i value the written word because you really can get so much nuance in there #but SPECIFICALLY for ships #anything else i prefer to draw #idk maybe as i get better I'll be more bold about getting john juniper to kiss mista crane #ONE DAY I'll draw it properly

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ghouljams · 9 months

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I'm really late to the party with this, but I have a fae-like character to share if you're interested 0w0

Basically, he was originally a human who tried to outsmart a fae by tricking it into giving him powers. Sadly, this didn't go too well for him and he ended up reduced to a monster roaming the woods in search of its next meal.

He wanted the power to change his appearance and, the fae, angry at the human for trying to deceive them, gave him exactly what he asked for. The man wanted to test out his new powers and turned himself into a moose, only it didn't work out quite right. His new body was deformed and monstrous and he found he could no longer return to his old human form.

The man can now no longer be considered human, rather a mimic that looks like a 's pretending to be a moose. While he can no longer change his form, he can mimic the sound of people's voices when he hears them, often using them to call out to friends and family, luring them into the woods to be consumed.

He can't speak in his own voice anymore, having long since forgotten how it used to sound, instead just copying the dying screams and begs for help of its prey. (Think the bear monster from annihilation).

I have a picture of him here if you're interested. (Hopefully this link works!)

I wonder if the Witch would encounter the Mimic at any point since she lives near the woods. LMAO I'm just imagining how fun it would be for it to try mimicking Price's voice to lure her over. Or perhaps one of the other darlings considering the Witch might be a little too clever to fall for such a thing.

Oooh I love this, love the horror, plus annihilation is one of my favorite movies. I hope you don't mind if I write a little something because this absolutely inspired me :)

You don't know what it is, but you've seen it, heard it. The crying, the wailing sob of a young woman, the screams of a child. The echoes of it through the thin limned trees and snow. You've watched, crouched behind your garden wall as the moose that isn't a moose wanders past with its strange and horrible cries. It scares you enough to pour salt along your wall, the purest barrier you can think of, a defense actually visible to you. You trust your threshold, but better safe than sorry.

You don't call Price, you should call Price. At least ask him to shoo the thing away. It keeps hanging around. Almost as bad as Price himself, but at least when Price spooks you, you know how to combat it. This thing is... you can't describe the feeling of it. Slick like oil, the magic simply doesn't mix with yours. Even the wisps of it through the cold of Winter give you a clear enough picture to not want it near your fence.

But it feels like it's getting closer.

Price left a little bit ago. You're back to your gardening, crouched next to the asparagus breaking off stalks with practiced fingers. You produce is coming in well this season, probably all the extra time you've been spending in the garden.

"Witch," Price calls behind you, you hum in answer, he must have forgotten something. "Sweetheart," He tries again, almost pleading. You blink, you've never heard that tone before. You stand and turn to face him.

Turn to face the dead glassy eyes of the Moose that isn't a moose as it snuffles at your salt barrier. Your ribs clench tight, stopping your breath before you can draw in a gasp. It's mouth opens to speak again, to croak out Price's voice from behind rows of needling teeth, its lips drawing too far back, predatory. It's ears twitch, listening for any sound of you. It can't get through your barrier, you remind yourself.

That doesn't stop it from trying. It's overgrown and stained horns scraping against the threshold, as it follows the line of the wall. The soft crunch of snow that follows it is too delicate for a beast that size. You turn to watch its path, the sickly matted fur, the raw musculature, you try your best to breath shallow and even. The slick magic around it is so at odds with everything you know about magic. The corrupted wild magic of human ambition and hubris where it meets a petty fae. If you weren't rooted in place you might throw up.

You press a hand to your chest, trying to feel for the strands you'd been steadfastly ignoring. Something to ground you to a feeling of safety and not this overwhelming fear. You don't know what to do but hold onto one of your ties to Price and wait for the creature to give up and leave.

When it finally does go it's with the same wailing cry you've heard so many times. It seems to be directed at you. The punishing sound of it for your ears only, crying over a lost meal. The scratches you feel on the threshold as it continues dragging its horns along it are raw and throbbing. The only solace you have is that for now your barriers have held up. You only hope that the creature is smart enough to recognize this failed attempt as a futile one, that it will find a new area to hunt in.

You'll work on a banishing spell just in case.

#oc: witch #fae au #oc talk #oh spooky scary moose we love you #Price feels his tethers light up with fear and is like: probably not a good sign #I imagine Price shoos the moose away from Witch's house with a broom #go on get outta here #just so tired of dealing with aggressive fae all day

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rabbitcruiser · 1 month

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Alpine Lake

What do you think about my pic?

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fjordfolk · 2 months

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despite what some might think, buhunds really aren't very popular in norway. fanciers tried to give them a boost a few years back, presenting them as a nifty modern apartment dog, which resulted in: a lot of buhund rehoming ads.

i am not overly familiar with the temperament of the norwegian farm dog. but i am very familiar with the temperament of norwegian farmers, so this did not surprise me.

#you put em in an enclosed space and tell em to be amiable and mind their own business even though everyone elses business is Right There #ofc its going to start #hating the neighbours and disappearing in the woods for days at a time #hunting deer or moose or fish or the biggest bird it can find thats just #how these things go

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mooseonahunt · 8 months

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“Lighten up, cowboy.”

#debated posting this but just hnngng #he’s probably disturbed by something Leon did but he’s still into it #one day I’ll have the patience to draw his jacket #luis serra #luis serra navarro #Luis Babygirl Serra #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #re4 #re4r #moose posting #moose draws #moose draws re #moose draws resident evil

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