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andr0nap · 9 months

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cowboy au worldbuilding with the thoma

as you can see im taking some creative liberties with the giant emu by making them more diverse bc canon isnt enough for me and i have the brainworms

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standard thoma:

the original thoma and most common type available

perfect for travel, can pull wagons or carry light cargo

fast with good stamina, fastest over short distances

friendly, intelligent, energetic and quick to learn

the most diverse in terms of colors, patterns and extra traits

well rounded in all departments (theyre like the AQ horses of trigun)

draft thoma:

uncommon outside of major cities (kept by specialized breeders)

used for construction work and long haul heavy cargo transport

gentle, patient and eager to work

not built for speed but can walk for days at a steady pace without rest

dense feather coat protects them from the heat and sand

expensive to maintain and keep due to their size

theyre a relatively new type that came from selective breeding

"wild" thoma:

actually feral (aka. previously domesticated), not wild

originating from lost/runaways that have not been in contact with humans for generations

rare and elusive with a small population, sometimes spotted living near shipwrecks

people will pay top $$ for their capture

begin to exhibit adaptive mutations that help them survive the wastelands

smaller and less fluffy than their standard counterparts

dont come in many colors, mostly bays, chestnuts and blacks

hardy with incredible endurance

very stubborn, temperamental and intelligent, cant be forced to do something they dont want (like donkeys)

rarely ridden, mostly kept for crossbreeding

cattle-type thoma:

related to the standard thoma but NOT the same species

common pack animal in caravans, sometimes ridden as a cheaper alternative to the standard thoma

mainly bred for meat, hide and eggs

kept in huge open range herds that travel along worm swarms for feeding

sometimes kept as a form for anti-worm pest control

keratin crests are lightweight and used for protection and display

ranchers will paint patterns on their crests as a form of identification

not the sharpest tools in the shed, tend to bite and trample people

#trigun #trigun stampede #cowboy au #worldbuilding #andr0art #i like speculative biology idk what to tell you #its the brainworms #sorry for the horrible handwriting btw #also ik that significant adaptive mutations take longer to appear than a 100 years #but lets say they adapt fast due to genetic modification #the implications of what seeds did after the fall to adapt to the wastelands fascinates me #since thoma arent native to no mans land iirc #did they just have them on board?#what ab other animals?#what kind of non-native wildlife is there #i know there are birds and like... a cat #<- still hasnt read trimax #everything i know has been obtained via tristamp and osmosis #also yes im bringing in the og thoma #diversity win!#i needed a substitute for cows so vash and wolfwood have something to herd for cash #living the cowboy dream baby!

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manga-and-stuff · 2 months

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Source: Tsugumi Project 虎鶫とらつぐみ

by ippatu

#Tsugumi Project #ippatu #Manga and Stuff #Mangacap #Manga #Art #diversity win!!#the little bird human hybrid girl is actually a ruthless and efficient killing machine

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ostdrossel · 1 year

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It is fun

to identify different bird individuals. This year, there are several Grackles with white spots, but there is also one with missing head feathers, one with a weird eye that shall henceforth be known as Kermit, and all kinds of different shades. Long live the Grack diversity!

#birds #backyard birds #Common Grackle #Grackles #Count Grackula #bio diversity #feathers #Kermit #birds of Michigan #birds of north america #birdwatching #birdlovers #nature #Ostdrossel #birdphotography

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comparativetarot · 6 months

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Death. Art by Wes Gama, from the Mystical Forest Tarot.

#Wes Gama #Mystical Forest Tarot #Death #Major Arcana #Tarot #Tropical #Brazil #Animals #Owl #Birds #Fox #Horse #Racial Diversity

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sapphicbookclub · 8 months

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Author Spotlight: Apolline Lucy

This week, we're excited to bring you a guest essay titled Exploring the Dark and the Romantic in my Upcoming Novel: THE SILVER BIRDS from author Apolline Lucy. THE SILVER BIRDS will be released on September 26, 2023.

When the idea for my novel struck me, I immediately knew I wanted it to be a sapphic enemies-to-lovers story. Sapphic, because I wanted to write about women; enemies-to-lovers because I basically live for this trope. But I didn’t want romance to be at its core. I wanted to craft characters filled with rage and wants for revenge, characters so fiercely protective of the ones they trust enough to love, that they became monsters.

By mixing gore—the visceral, the violent, and the gruesome—and sapphic—love, desire, and identity—I wanted to explore the darkest corners of human existence, defy expectations, and create a space for queer characters to exist outside the confines of heteronormative narratives. My novel isn’t about characters being lesbian—they just happen to be. It’s about them grappling with their own demons and external threats.

That being said, the horror elements in THE SILVER BIRDS do serve as a metaphor for the discrimination and violence LGBTQ+ individuals have historically faced. The book explores the themes of survival and resilience, reflecting the real battles queer people face in their daily lives. But it’s more than just thrills; it's about empowerment. It’s about wanting to give voice to characters from different backgrounds, ethnicities, and identities, and make fantasy a more inclusive and richer genre.

As THE SILVER BIRDS is self-published, I had the freedom to explore taboos and delve deep into themes of obsession, vengeance, and the blurred lines between love and violence. Some scenes are quite graphic and might have faced heavy censorship in traditional publishing. But I believe they challenge readers to confront uncomfortable truths and question the boundaries of desire, love, and violence.

Despite the darkness, my novel ultimately celebrates sapphic love. It’s a reminder that love is a powerful force, even in the face of adversity. I’m committed to writing happy endings because the world is already a terrible place, and I want my books to offer an escape. Yes, I will torture my characters, present them with impossible choices, and reveal terrible consequences for their actions. But I will also grant them happy endings. Love must triumph, even in the darkest of places.

#booklr #wlw books #lgbt books #book recs #sapphic books #diverse books #fantasy #the silver birds #Apolline Lucy #guest post

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crows-others-and-more · 1 year

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Guess who got a new bird feeder for Christmas that the squirrels can't get into!!!!

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gallus-rising · 5 months

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obviously "man who 'pretends' to be a woman so he can sneak into women's spaces and have sex w all of them" is a horribly transphobic thing ppl say but i think it's rly funny that it's an actual thing among cuttlefish with the addition of "and also the ladies are rly into it bc his amazing disguise skills and tenacity (sneaking into a much larger male's territory, willingness to bottom to keep up the disguise) show that he's a genetically superior mate" like there are many things humans can learn from the animal kingdom. i think Shapeshift/Crossdress Cuckolding is one of the things we should be looking into

#*furious pecking*#i mean this genuinely #i love it when animals do '''weird''' s*x stuff #i love how diverse the world is #i love it so much #the fujo bird has been sustaining me all day

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thedo0zyslider · 4 months

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Realistically, the Sheriff should be at home, at his desk, probably doing all that paperwork he has been neglecting to do for weeks now. He should be hunched over a desk getting another sleepless night.

But he is not at his desk. He is not even in his house.

Instead, the Sheriff is currently sitting at his town's saloon. But not on a barstool with a drink in his hand. No, no, that was much much earlier that night. Now he sits on top of the table, on the opposite side from where the barstools are. In-between his legs stands the bartender himself, such an activity only being allowed because it's after closing hours. It was the bartender who put him up there in the first place, after all.

Instead, Martyn is currently kissing him sweetly. He rests his hands comfortably on Jimmy's waist, and the Sheriff's hands are nicely framing his face. It is a nice kiss, one that tastes sweet. Well, Martyn tastes sweet. That man tastes like honey and cinnamon and every other lovely flavor you could think of. Jimmy guesses he probably tastes like the alcohol from earlier. A fruity kind, in fact, since he had indulged himself in such a treat earlier. Not the worst drink to taste of, he clearly thinks so anyway

They pull away after a few long moments, both men decently out of breath. Jimmy smiles, and squeezes Martyn’s flushed cheeks in both his hands. The bartender smiles back up at him, warm and absolutely wonderful, and the Sheriff thinks his whole world goes fuzzy. Well, more than the lingering alcohol was making it.

"I felt you slip that money outta my pocket." Jimmy mumbled softly, brushing the stray strands of hair from his friends face. He'd felt the hand slowly slipping into his back pocket during the kiss, for it wasn't the first or last time some undergnaded criminal would try to pull that trick on him. Especially not one who stole at both of his bloody jobs. Even if Martyn was not on bandit time (or bartender time, for that matter,) he was still stupidly sneaky. Once a thief always a thief or whatever. If this guy ever stops trying to swindle money, the Sheriff will start to get truly concerned.

"I think it's justified, this time." Martyn mumbles, having probably already pocketed the cash for himself. However much he had taken. There's a smile on his face, one that undoubtedly pleased with himself. Jimmy wants to kiss it right off his face.

"How so?" The Sheriff asks, feeling the others grip on him change. Instead of simply resting his hands on the others waist, he wraps his arms around it. A much easier way to sneak more money, Jimmy mentally notes with a (slightly endeared) flick on his ear.

"Well sir, you've wracked up quite a tab here at the saloon." Martyn says, speaking to him like any other normal citizen would. Like they had been just a little bit before the saloon closed for the night. He's speaking all formal and what not, something their relationship is far, far from. Which is a little funny, because he doesn’t think the elf had ever called him sir ever before this night. A level of disrespect the great and wonderful Sheriff would only tolerate from a few people, some may even say his favorites.

"And how much is that?" Jimmy inquires, a little nervous about the answer. He, more than anyone, is aware how much work he's neglected by being in this building recently.

Martyn smiles a cheeky little smile at that, his voice dipping a little lower when he next speaks. "Let's just saw...it's get uncomfortably close to the triple digits."

"Holy moly." Jimmy mutters. If he wasn’t currently holding someone's cheeks, he would be running a stressed hand over his own face. He thinks the tab is more money than he even has, really. (Though Martyn won't ever tell, he'll soon be slipping some of his stolen earnings onto the tab. To help a poor man out, as he'll tell himself when he does it.)

"It's all the visits you pay me, Sheriff. Can't resist a good drink, can you?" Martyn says, leaning in head closer. His expression is still all cheeky, and teasing. And cute. He's so cute. Jimmy thinks he's going to die.

"Nor a pretty face." The Sheriff purrs, ignorning the slight burn in his cheeks. He guesses that he kinda has to let Martyn take that now, atter finding out how much he owes. "And I suppose you can take that money for that tab."

"You suppose?" Martyn says, acting all suprised. Sucessfully faking it, so much so that anyone who didn't really know him would most definitely buy it. This guys commitment to the bit, he swears. "Well I wouldn't want to steal now-"

His sentence is slightly cut off by a laugh, the Sheriff unable to help it. The irony in that statement.

"-Is there any way you could be sure of me taking that money?" Martyn ignores his interruption, though a smile does start to form on the corners of his mouth, and keeps talking like the laughter never happened.

Jimmy feels a smirk forming on his face, an idea poppibg into his head. He might actually get to kiss that smug, handsome little look of this man's face after all. "You could kiss me again, as payment."

"I feel like I'm being solicited." Martyn snorted, yet he leaned his head in even further. The Sheriff simply just rolls his eyes at that.

"You're the one who started it." He points out, his tone going quieter. Their noses aren't quite bumping, not just yet, but they are very close. It's already become a challenge to stay focused on what'd happening, instead of getting lost in the bartender’s pretty blue eyes like he oh so wants too.

"Fair." Martyn smiles, his head titling the side and his hold on the Sheriff's waist becoming slightly tighter. The other doesn't even care if he steals more money, if you can even call its stealing anymore.

"Now shut up and pay me." Jimmy whispers, trying not to sound so needy. And instead of replying, Martyn closes the small gap between them. He decides he'll be paying the Sheriff after all, and he'll be paying him well indeed.

The kiss is everything. It feels too long, it feels far to short when they finally pull away. It tastes like honey and cinnamon and the raspberry cocktails (Jimmy’s favorite) Marytn had mixed for the Sheriff hours before. It takes like longing and pain and joy and sadness and nothing at all. It tastes like that all at once, and for only a few blissful seconds before both men need to breathe again.

"I need to stop letting you drink here." Martyn mumbles when they pull away, his breath ghosting over the Sheriff's lips.

"Why?" Jimmy asks, noting a little sadly that the other is starting to pull away even more. He has to wonder why, and if he did something wrong. (Part of him, in the back of his mind, has to wonder if he's a toy. A joke, even.)

"I was supposed to close ten minutes ago." Martyn grumbles, but the sound is lighthearted. He goes to put up a few stray cups, ones he hadn't got before his work had been interrupted. Jimmy feels all his worries lift at that, and suddenly feels like a silly sausage as he slides off the bar counter.

After that, the two finally leave the bar. And the only reason Martyn doesn't bridal carry Jimmy out is because he knows the Sheriff would rather be caught dead than be seen like that. Can't ruin his respectful and good image, or whatever it was that he said last time he was too drunk to walk. (Even though a man letting himself be bridal carried in public makes them more respectable to Martyn. But hey, it wasn't his fairly fragile ego they were risking here, now was it)

The two men end up crashing at Jimmy’s place again, like they do everytime the Sheriff makes a nightly saloon visit. Mostly because Martyn’s house is the upstairs bedroom in the said saloon. But even still, he knows he is welcome there, and Jimmy’s home is just as welcome as his own. Where ever that home may be. The Sheriff is just overjoyed to spend another night with him, weather he be sober or not. (Though the alcohol should be out of his system now. Probably. Hopefully. He really doesn't wanna be hung over when he has to do that paper work tomorrow.)

Instead of doing his stacks and stacks of paperwork, or getting proper sleep for once in his life, the Sheriff lies in bed with another.

Instead of being productive, he half lays in Martyn’s lap. He lays there, his head snggky tucked against the others stomach, and feel more content then he probably ever had before in his life. They'd both thrown some clothes off, Martyn’s uncomfortable work shirt and his bandanna being thrown onto of both their shoes and the Sheriff’s badge. He never got around to grabbing one of the spare pajama shirts he was always offered. Jimmy is far more used to sleeping in his uniform, so his vests uncomfortablebess is now familiar to him as he lies in bed. He's slept it in more times than he would care to count or admit, for a magnitude of different reasons.

Martyn himself sits there, more relaxed and comfortable than he ever is when he's working. (He's always more relaxed in these quiet moments, Jimmy notices. Like he doesnt beed ro be on alert for some unseen danger coming to get him. And the blonde can't help but worry over that small fact every time it happens.) His hands play with the Sheriff hair idly, his hat being hung on the bedpost for the night. Jimmy watches him fondly, and smiles all dopey like.

After a few more minutes of their little heaven, Martyn seems to notice the looks he's being given. He raises a curious eyebrow, giving a small scratch behind Jimmy’s right ear. "What's that smile for?" He asks, tone quiet to fit the moment.

In response, Jimmy just smiles again. "You're just so beautiful." He says, earnest leaking out of him like a broken pipe. He thinks he hears the elves breath hitch.

"All of you." Without thinking, he moves his head upwards. Jimmy places two kisses right on Martyn’s chest, directly on two matching scars. He thinks the other melts a bit, physically and mentally.

After a few more minutes, the two of them sitting in comfortably silence, Martyn aims to fill it. He starts humming, a familiar tune. He hums the song he had first sung to Jimmy all those months ago, on one of their first nights alone after hours in the saloon. The wedding song, and the Sheirff had taken to calling it.

Jimmy smiles even wider at hearing their song again, and starts to hum along as well.

#ron.writing #bandit au #empires smp #jimmy solidarity #inthelittlewood #empiresshipping #trafficshipping #solidwood #mirror birds #SURPRISE!!! THE LOCAL BANDIT IS TRANS!!#diversity win!!!

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