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possumcollege · 8 months
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Bucket Champagne: celebrate sentience with a headache you'll never forget.
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dinotazz-arts · 6 months
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Ikhthus, the denizens of the shallows and the deep
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new harold's sketchbook page yipppeeeee yahooo !!!!!! time to make more of them
here r sum close ups
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la-hannya · 5 months
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Me and my Beast Boss manga is hitting all my monsterfucker kinks.
Monster husbando who gets territorial when someone touches their human boo? F*ing delicious. Absolutely eating that shit up.
Anyway, volume 2 is out in English finally. Go get it! ❤️
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oldschoolfrp · 2 years
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The Traladaran hero Halav, his magical bronze armor glowing, engages in a final battle with the leader of the Beast-Men (Walter Velez, AD&D 2e Mystara Campaign boxed set Karameikos, Kingdom of Adventure, TSR, 1994) Same scene, different style as Eric Hotz’s version a few pages earlier in the same book
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nazrigar · 11 months
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Mermay 2023: Introducing Kara Otodona, the Main Character of my Beast Fables setting.
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It’s that time of year again! Mermay! AKA the month where my my most popular world building project began!
All the way from here. Heck, there’s many returning characters from last year’s Mermay drawings!
Context: Beast Fables is set in the world of Urvara, a world where the seas are ruled by merfolk, and the land is ruled by werebeasts. There are no regular humans here, because ALL humans are werebeasts in this setting.
As it’s set in the equivalent of the late 18th to 19th centuries, thus smacked dab in Urvara’s equivalent of the Age of Enlightenment and Age of Exploration... and since Merfolk as a whole try to keep themselves hidden, the increasing enroachment of werebeasts in the open ocean can only mean bad things.
Kara here is a councillor’s daughter, and thus has a LOT of responsibilities, from greeting visitors, to breaking up fights, to taking care of respected elders.
She’s also a big sister to a very curious lamprey named Petra, whose fascination with the landlubbers is very charming, though she also always tries her best to make sure she steers away from trouble.
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jazafras · 5 months
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New shithead for a new campaign
Going back to my scaly roots with a croc beastfolk named Kha 🐊 Currently playing them as a knave in the ttrpg ICON
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lotusmoonbunni · 4 months
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Tauren/Cowfolk druid for @molonginkdragon 💜
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surrogate-gaia-art · 5 months
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The Circus of Chaos is staffed by a wide cast of identities, from the mundane, to the extraordinary. A big family that would do anything to keep the circus alive and thriving.
Piriola is the Master of Music, being the composer, conductor, and head musician of the circus orchestra. She has a love for the piano, and has taken the music by storm with her eccentric and energetic performance style, described as both a "popping" experience and "rocking the very cradle of music".
As a Percht, Piriola still hears the call of nature, especially its corrupted death throes. Her music is often a way to showcase this connection the heaviest, bringing a form of life back through the rythms and melodies of her performances.
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Made in 2019
Part of my Fantasy setting - Warmonster
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thedorfmirrin · 10 months
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I joined my first proper tabletop rpg game as of recent! My character is a funny little rabbit merchant :3
Their name is Uyuni o' Hare! They are somehow extremely good at using a gun! But don't worry they are very nice and sweet and dont like resorting to violence unless nessecary c:
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georgebennettart · 1 year
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I'm open for some creature commissions again! 🐉
Wether it's a characters familiar or a big bad boss that your party has encountered I'd love to bring your characters/ creatures to life!
I'm also open to requests for DND Beastfolk like Werewolves and Dragonborn etc. 👀
I've got 2-3 slots open. And I've got some examples below for you of what I do!
If you're interested, you can DM me here on Tumblr or email me at: [email protected]
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possumcollege · 9 months
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Feel free to ask yourself, "how many werewolves is a lot of werewolves?"
Not necessarily for this purpose, but for whatever purpose you can imagine a number of werewolves that would be enough for you to consider it noteworthy. In a world with few werewolves, three could be a lot. In times of werewolf abundance?
Is that number too many? Does it improve the situation? What did that teach you about yourself?
Write down your answer in your workbook and throw it at tonight's Buck Moon (July 3, 2023), or your next available full moon.
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A tribe composed only of men in a tropical forest. They are cannibals and eat members of other tribes and trespassers. Reader and her group was captured and since the chef and the other members found her cute and breedable, they decided to not eat her and make her the "mother" of the tribe. Thanks! —anonymous
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—a/n: hm, im a lil iffy doing this one due to potential xenophobia and cultural insensitivity (regardless of what one may think of certain customs, the tribes who inspired this such suggestion are still people who deserve a measure of respect), so i’ll be changing the species and incorporate it in my beastfolk au instead to hopefully avoid offending anyone.
also, this turned into a fic (plus me making it into beastfolk au so no claiming without permission) lmao so not really a concept anymore. sorry about that! im keeping the format tho.
also, I wanna make a note for you for the asterisk marking in the tag list. the word i made up (Ce’ne, specifically) basically meant both ‘mother’ and ‘father’ and can be passed as gender neutral, to have/give children. to be safe though, im marking it as gendered language.
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—tw / tags: gn reader, brief use of gendered language*, language barrier, injuries, horror, implied maneating, gore, multiple deaths, implied trespassing, implied beastfolk trafficking, kidnapping, confinement, body painting, teratophilia, exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw? —readers are advised to read at their own discretion.
—featured character(s): the jaguars tribe / the ‘Jags’, the Scarred One —word count: 2.1k
—this is part of my beastfolk universe! —zoo era.
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Everything hurts, especially the excruciating pain in your back. It felt as though your flesh had been flayed and then set ablaze, the agony akin to acid being poured into open wounds. You groggily dragged your eyes open with a whimper choked out from your dusty throat. Needles of numbness buzzed on your damp skin and the only sound you could hear was the pounding of your own heart in your ears.
It was dark when you came to, but not pitch-black as you could see thin gaps of light creeping through wherever you were currently. The flickering golden light was in a constant motion, casting dancing shadows across the space. You could smell a smoky scent of burning wood and the air was heavy and damp, hanging on your skin like a winter blanket. Your brain was still groggy and the answers to where you were and why, were not forthcoming.
At hearing your groans, someone hissed out for your attention, “—! —! Are you okay!?” They kept their voice low, as if they were trying to avoid alerting anyone outside the threshold you were placed in.
You could barely see with the blur of pain fogging your eyes, but you slowly shook your head, “I…I don’t know.” You desperately searched for the owner of that voice, but you found nothing but a shifting blob of shadow some feet away from you. You couldn’t move, your arms tied to what felt like a wooden pole and your ankles bounded together with bushy ropes. Your head was ringing loudly and you moaned, “Wh—what happened?”
“T-the d-director fucked over all of us, —!” Their reply was edged with a sense of betrayal, “He was one of ‘em fuckin’ zoo hunters, using us to get close to the Jags—!”
Fuck. You remembered with a contorted grimace. As an up-and-coming researcher with a vested interest in studying the feral beastfolks and animals, you had ambitions and dreams realized. You had been honored to have encountered and even personally met a handful of tribal people. Although It was no grand merit, you learned enough about their customs and languages to set up a survey to map out the possible locations of local tribes.
As you’d learned, this knowledge was a dangerous thing to have.
The director must have been after a specific tribe of the feral beastfolk; the whiskeredfolks with ringed spots in their golden fur that you and your colleagues had nicknamed 'Jags.'. Unlike the timid, long-legged tribe you had befriended with and the one with thick-maned people with whom you had more tenuous relationships with, this particular one was notorious for being dangerous and killing the outsiders on sight.
Without a doubt, you and your expedition group had flown too close to the sun and got burned for it. Despite your frequent warnings, the so-called director convinced everyone to take just a 'few steps closer' to the Jags’ territory. In a blink, all hell’s broke loose.
You remembered the sound of roaring and the sight of bodies scantily clad in animal skins launching themselves at you and your people, weapons in hand. You felt a searing pain in your back and then darkness consumed you. The last thing you saw was gruesome, with a spear tearing through a fellow researcher’s chest.
The vision still burned within your mind’s eye and tears stung your bruised cheeks.
“S—shit,” You dug the soles of your bare feet (what happened to your boots?) into the wet dirt and thumped your head against the wooden pole. You tried counting what you could see, but there was only one. “w-where is everyone else?”
Your colleague went quiet. The jeering laughter and a sole human shrieking followed your question. The screaming sounded suspiciously like the director’s—and your blood went cold when that cry abruptly ended to a gurgle.
The shadow blob nodded, their motion solemn in the darkness, “We made him confessed when ‘ey tossed us in here when you were still out. Since ‘en,  ‘em cats started picking us clean one by one. ‘e bastard was the first one to go, probably because he’s big and meaty.”
You caught a hitched breath and heard them shuddering, “We’re ‘e last ones. Why didn’t we listen to you?” Your colleague choked.
Why didn’t they, you’d wonder about this for the rest of your remaining life, but now, your brain could barely function with your back throbbing in pain. You could feel the back of your shirt being soaked through with your warm blood and your body slowly going cold. With a rasping breath, you rolled over your heavy head to your fellow researcher, “H—hey, at least…at least we’re dying doing what we loved, right?”
It was a shit joke, but it was enough to get them to snort.
“Hopefully ‘ey’d put us out quicker ‘an what ‘ey did to ‘e bastard.” They mumbled.
A whispering flap of the tent’s entryway fluttered.
A flickering light blinded you, casting shadows across the dark enclosure and preventing you from seeing who had entered. Several footsteps grinding into the dirt and a brief warmth pressed against your knees. You heard a mumbling in another language, oddly approving, and a short shuffling from where your colleague was.
The light was gone and you found yourself alone in the suffocating darkness. With a slow groan, you braced for your inevitable end, hoping that at least everyone in your group had met a quick demise.
Sans that fucker of a director who lured you all into a death trap.
You closed your eyes, not expecting to see another day.
When you woke up, you saw the daylight creeping inside the gaps of the woven palm leaves and blinked in confusion. When you turned your head, you realized you were resting on a soft bedding, of dried leaves and colorful fabrics, and was staring at the knitted canopy. Weren’t you tied up to a support pole earlier, with your back gaping and bleeding?
A moan tumbled out from your lips. From the corner of your eyes, you saw movement and you jerked when a voice bellowed not too far away from you. As if they were raising an alarm—or calling for someone’s attention. Fear struck your heart—
And you so wanted to move. Your body was too stiff and your muscles soft from exhaustion and strains from your injuries. Absently, your skin itched and you somehow found enough strength to glance down your body.
You swallowed thickly at your current state.
Where had your clothes gone? Why were you half naked and wearing patterned animal skins? Why had they tended to you at all?
On your skin, leaves and odd colored globs were plastered over your injuries. Why had they spared you?
“R’oa,” a deep voice entered your ears and drenched your spine with a shiver.
Hello, you absently translated from knowing some of the local common tongue. You slowly rolled your head over and blinked at the sight of the kneeling figure. Your heart jumped to your throat when it dawned on you on who he may be.
His face and body were marked with striking decorations of rosettes and bright painted patterns you recognized as his people’s custom. He wore ornate accessories, including a heavy ring through his flared nostrils, to signify his rank in the tribe. Towering over you with ease, he was large and his presence nothing but raw power and his naked torso coiled with rippling muscles.
But, none of his features stood out as much as his scars littering his skin—and one of which had left a long, jagged  pit down his cheek and left his eye an striking grey hue. He was a well fought warrior, perhaps the best in his tribe.
Without a doubt, you were in the presence of one true predator.
Shakily, you nodded with a quiet return of his foreign language.
He seemed pleased by how submissive you were being.
There were no other option left but to humor the person who could easily shallow you whole in several gulps.
“*Canu zuhs nu i'ars nuus nil zuazsu.” He grasped on your forearm, the pads on his palm were coarse and hard on your skin, and tugged you off your bed.
Come...meet…people? You groggily tried to translate, as you went along with the whiskeredfolk’s whim. A yelp darted from your lips, when he swung you into the crook of his arm and pain rung around your eyes from the sudden movement and your injuries feeling like they were being split open once more.
“Tuil i'asu uhrthisus, ilai rsizuhs ail!”  Another voice snarled out, and you flinched as you distantly heard a slap on the whiskeredfolk's person. You glanced upward and saw him wearing a crossed brow.
Injured…that was all you understood from their exchange.
With his ears folded back to his skull, the scarred male grumbled something back to the owner of the other voice. He quietened at the growling reply, and you still trembled from the way his voice seemed to burrow deep inside your skin. You could feel his foreign words through his chest, vibrating into your aching ribs.
The other voice sounded feminine, possibly aged, and you wondered if they were the one who had nursed you back to health. You had no energy to crane your head over the scarred one’s bicep to see, catching a brief glimpse of a strange hood over their head.
The scarred one took you outside, pushing the flap aside, and you winced at how bright the dabbled sunlight was. When your eyes readjusted, you blinked and regretted every decision you’d ever made in your life. Your stomach curdled at the sight and your nose stung.
Within the ashy pit, still smoking from the previous night’s bonfire, black skeletal remains hung on their respective stakes. There was little meat left on their bones and their skulls were missing. You did not wish to dwell on why and ripped away your tearful eyes from your colleagues’ bodies.
Why were you spared?
Oh, gods, the stench in the air was foul, smelling like burnt meat and melted plastic. Smothering your hands over your lower face, you gagged the exact moment the scarred male barked out. You grimaced, trying to make sense of the words he shouted out.
“Mil zuazsu, I si'ass izar suu!”
People, call.
You were so distracted by the gruesome sight that you hadn’t realized how quiet the settlement was. Initially, the only whiskeredfolks you could see were several teenage males, looking at you with curiosity in their eyes.
When you blinked, more whiskeredfolks emerged from their homes at the scarred one’s call. They quickly surrounded you, keeping a respectable distance, their eyes burning holes into your bare skin. Some had hunger in their gazes, others quiet rage, and a few were wide-eyed and curious.
You gazed across your whiskered audience, noting their muscular body shapes, and realized that most were males. You could count the females with both hands, and a sense of dread sank into your stomach. Instinctively, you knew why you were spared, but your mind screamed in denial.
The scarred one thumped his feet and swished his tail, “Tu Ce’ne phsi'asus ir i'asus i'a sarph si'ars!” His tone was exuberant, eager, and his tribe erupted in an excited murmur.
You furrowed your brows, but you could only understand Ce’ne, which meant both Mother and Father. But, who was Ce’ne?
He jostled you to your feet and kept a grip on you when you wobbled. The scarred one leaned over you, his jagged teeth beaming in the sunlight. “Na nasu zuhss ais zuazsu rius suhsssurr,”
You jumped as the entire tribe erupted in a loud roar of joy. Their eyes glittered with delight and you could feel your fear intensifying. You felt colder than you were back in the throes of blood loss from the night before. Your heart shuddered at the way they looked at you.
“sa szuhrssu zuhsais i'a Ce’ne sa phsi'ars ir sir!” the scarred one finished and clapped both of his large claws on your shoulders. He herded you closer to the mass, as if to showcase every inch of you.
Grant us cubs. That was all you could make out from what the scarred male said. Your eyes widened at the realization and a strangled whimper rose from your parched throat.
There was no escaping this, was there?
You couldn't move as the weight of the leader bore down on your shoulders, his talons cutting into your skin. Tears welled up in your eyes as a hooded female appeared with a strangely shaped bowl in her hands. You were shaking like a leaf, when she dipped her fingers into the dark, coagulated liquid within.
You sobbed the moment she smeared the tribe’s pattern onto your exposed chest, as if marking you as their property.
The Ce’ne. You were the Ce’ne.
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fictional translation: Canu zuhs nu i'ars nuus nil zuazsu. —Come with me and meet my people.
Tuil i'asu uhrthisus, ilai rsizuhs ail! —They are injured, you stupid boy!
Mil zuazsu, I si'ass izar suu! —My people, I call upon thee!
Tu Ce’ne phsi'asus ir i'asus i'a sarph si'ars! —The Mother/Father graced us after a long last! Na nasu zuhss ais zuazsu rius suhsssurr, sa szuhrssu zuhsais i'a Ce’ne sa phsi'ars ir sir! —No more will our people suffer childless, to dwindle without a mother/father to grant us cubs!
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enbycarp · 5 months
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Beastfolk collages by b.g.alder on Instagram (store imminent, contact them on insta if you're interested in a piece)
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la-hannya · 10 months
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Them
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tigerbluethunder · 6 months
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Sketchdump of my sona
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Nothing more than that
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ira-zee · 7 months
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Been playing Icon for the first time and decided to draw the party!!! Highly recommend playing it if you like ttrpg!
( fyi, the squirrel is my character )
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