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externalmemorycomic · 1 year

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Image description: A black and white illustration, designed to look like a book cover. On a decorative ribbon, the title at the top reads “External Memory”. A scroll work border of leaves and flowers divides the illustration into three rounded panels. The largest panel is in the center and shows a caravan surrounded by greenery, puddles and potted plants. The two smaller panels beneath it show a cartoon cat and mouse respectively, facing each other. At the bottom is another decorative ribbon with the text “a diary comic by My Murphy”. After the cover follows an 8 page comic. The style is cartoonish and the colours are soft pastels. Page one: An orange cat waves and says “Hello! I’m My.” The cat holds up a white mouse and says “This is Mouse, my girlfriend.” Caption: My name is actually My, but Mouse is a nickname for comic and privacy purposes. Caption: When I started this project, me and Mouse lived on a little island off the Swedish coast. The panel shows a stylised, tiny island with a lighthouse, spruce and birch trees, leaning houses and a little dock with a row boat tied to it. The cat and mouse are standing on the cliffs and a swan floats on the water in the foreground. Page two: Caption: Now we’ve moved to Ireland where we live in a caravan in the middle of nowhere. A small caravan, surrounded by greenery, overgrown trees, rocks, puddles and potted plants. The caravan has two windows and the cat and the mouse are looking out of one window each. Caption: We lived on the island to be close to my family. A ribbon with writing on it separates and labels four characters: “mom”, an ermine, “dad”, a wolverine, “brother”, a marmot and “step mom”, a squirrel. The ribbon has been torn in between “mom” and “dad”. Caption: and we moved to Ireland to be close to Mouse’s family. Three characters are shown, each with their own ribbon label. “mother-in-law”, a deer, “sister-in-law”, a jack russell terrier and “brother-in-law”, a hedgehog. Page three: Caption: Me and the mouse are currently in our thirties. The cat lounges on an antique fainting couch and the mouse sleeps on a cushion on the floor. On the floor is an open bag of “let’s” crisps and a laptop. Caption: We’re both pretty decrepit in various ways, so for this comic I draw couches and beds as often as I draw people. Caption: Disability isn’t especially interesting to me, but if a fish made an autobiographical comic… A fish under water paints a four panel comic with a brush held in its mouth. The panels the fish has painted show bubbles, waves and splashing water. Caption: …it’d probably be partly about water, whether the fish cared about water or not. Page four: Caption: My memory has always been pretty crappy. If a friend asks me: “do you remember when...” The question is shown asked by a red robin Caption: I usually have to answer: “no, I don’t.” The panel shows the cat giving this answer while looking away and blushing. Caption: There are many things in my life I’d like to remember. Mom the ermine watches as the cat opens a Christmas gift in front of a Christmas tree. The cat is much smaller than usual, its tail is bushy with excitement and it holds up a big book, “Mort”, with a skull on the cover. Caption: This comic is my EXTERNAL MEMORY so I can capture some of those moments… The cat admires a butterfly hovering above its outstretched paw Caption: …great or small. Page five: Caption: I try to make one strip per day, give or take. Pages with dates written on them blow off of a daily wall calendar by a strong breeze. As they turn over, comic pages are revealed to be drawn on the back. One comic shows the mouse with long fangs, biting the face of the cat and then hissing behind a bat wing. One comic is a pastiche of Tim Buckley’s “Loss” comic and one features a portrait of Frasier Crane and the Seattle skyline. Caption: and on the days when nothing interesting happens A close up shows the cat’s paw drawing a comic panel. In this panel a smaller, rounder version of the cat runs happily in the sunshine carrying a backpack. Caption: I reach back and draw something from my past. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A coyote looks at the comic on its phone, strokes its chin suspiciously and asks “did that really happen?” Caption: the answer is always yes. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A monkey reads the comic in zine form and think “did they really say that?” Caption: the answer is usually yes. Page six: Caption: When a specific phrase is the point of the strip, it’s recorded verbatim. The mouse says “you’re marching to the beat of the potato drum.” Caption: is a direct quote. Caption: When the point is something else, I sometimes take small liberties to make the memory fit well inside four panels. The cat sits at its drawing table, holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a paper with two comic panels in the other. Caption: Usually that means I make myself or the mouse play the part of the straight man because it will improve a joke. The cat and the mouse, dressed as clowns, stand in a circus tent. The cat pulls the clown nose from the mouse’s face and holds up a pie, ready to strike. Caption: In reality, neither of us is much of a straight man, but all art demands some sacrifices. Caption: In every way that matters, this comic always tells the truth. The cat looks up at a large, glowing, winged sphinx statue version of itself. The statue and framing is a reference to the all knowing Southern Oracle from the film adaptation of “The Neverending Story”. Caption: I am doing this to aid my memory after all, so it wouldn’t be very helpful to make my life seem more funny, interesting or relatable than it really is. The cat draws a comic while watching paint dry on the wall. Caption: That would be a pretty cruel joke to play on my future, more confused self. The cat scratches its head at a drawing of themselves as the winner of a beauty contest, wearing a sash and crown, waving to the crowd and holding flowers. Caption: She’ll probably have enough to contend with… The cat looks suspiciously at its own reflection in the mirror, not recognising it. The drawing is a pastiche of a panel from the webcomic “Gunshow” by KC Green. Caption: Maybe some of my comics will be funny or interesting or relatable to you anyway. That would make me very happy. The cat smiles and presses its paws to its face in joy, seeing that a bear and a horse are reading the comic together and laughing. Cartoon hearts float over the cat. Caption: Some of the comics probably won’t do much for anybody but me, but that’s okay too. The cat presses a page of the comic to its chest, looking contented and protective. In the last panel, the cat and the mouse are floating on air with a blue sky and white clouds behind them. The cat is smiling and twirling around, holding a paint brush out like a wand. From the brush flows paint that swirls around the two figures and making shapes of green leaves and orange and yellow flowers. On two looping blue ribbons appear the last captions: This is a record of my silly little life. Good or bad, I’m glad I get to share it. End ID.

Here’s a little introduction to External Memory! It was fun to make a proper neat and full colour comic - it’s been a while ^^

(If you like this project, please reblog this post! You can also subscribe to my patreon where I post one comic every day ^^)

#comic #comics #original comic #web comic #webcomic #diary comic #slice of life #autobiographical comics #journal comics #comic artists on tumblr #external memory comic #slice of life comic #apologies for the long post tumblr does that any time I put in tags for some reason #described #long post

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lexezombie · 12 days

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I had a dream a few weeks ago and for some reason Alastor was just in the bg sitting at a table watching me and the lady in my dream talk?

He looked weird so I decided to draw the dream-design <<

(This was NOT made as a fix before anyone gets confused lmao -- I'm aware he'd be a pain in the ass to animate, he's a pain in my ass to draw these 3 times << Personally, I wouldn't really change anything about Alastor if I did do an actual redesign for fun lmao I love his design how he is <3)

He had facepaint/markings that looked like a deer skull, which is hard to do on a human face but whatever (I do have an alt of this I don't like much that is more dream-accurate; he's more desaturated and has string on his antlers)

Anyway, have two edits/draw overs as I continue to tweak his colours (one I turned into a ref)

I tried to make it obvious he has fangs like actual fanged deer but I don't think that worked << (bolo tie my beloved)

I kinda fucked the wall up on the screenshot edit oops

Yall thought him being solid red was bad and blending in, this mf is the sAME COLOUR AS THE WALL (which was an accident cus I picked the colour before getting the screenshot LMAO)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #alastor the radio demon #alastor #alastor hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #edit #screenshot edit #screenshot drawover #au #hazbin hotel au #redesign #kinda?#not really lmao #shit from my dream #lexart #lexeart #au alastor

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yandere-sins · 1 year

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saw your recent post. your thoughts on yandere naga! ghost and könig? 👀

I kept this ask for a bad day of mine because I knew it would make me happy to write about them ♥ Thank you for requesting!

Warning: Yandere, Implied Sexual Content

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Ghost

♡ I see him as this bulky, black-tailed snake with black scales creeping up his arms and hips and a massive skull pattern of white scales covering his back. He's definitely not in pristine condition, scars having slashed through some of those scales. However, all you can think about when looking at those scars is how hard it must have been to actually leave a wound on this guy. This creature must have fought battles that a human could only hope never to encounter, and wielding a knife or a gun doesn't make you feel safe from him either.

♡ One thing is sure, when Ghost emerges from the dark, it's over for you. He hunts from the shadows and throughout the night, breaking the bones of his prey before killing them. Despite being huge and probably hard to miss if you know what you're looking for, you don't see him coming when he hunts, a true killer on the prowl. You also don't hear or notice him stalking you through the forests, the thicket hiding him from the sun rays that might give away his presence on that fateful day.

♡ However, Ghost is patient and persistent once he has his eye on his prey. Small animals have long breathed a sigh of relief since they are not his preferred dinner anymore. However, if there are no deer or bigger animals to hunt, he doesn't mind grabbing a human to subdue hunger for a while. That is until he meets you. He usually goes for groups of men who he can crush with his tail and who will feed him for a few weeks, so Ghost doesn't need to leave his cave more often than necessary. But you're the best he could find all day, so it's no surprise that he stalks after you until you are far enough away from your pesky village so your screams can't be heard.

♡ Ghost loves the chase more than he likes to admit. It really gets his adrenaline pumping, his instincts warming up and tingling his desires. What little venom he possesses shoots into his fangs out of pure animalistic drive. When you finally catch a glimpse of his black scales reflecting the sunlight, all you hear is the cracking of tree trunks behind you as his body slams into them while he hunts you down. You might be smaller and more agile, but he has the advantage of reach, speed, and stamina. If he were to lunge at you, it would be over. He knows this, and yet, instead of simply grabbing you and snapping your neck, he lets you run away from him, leading you in circles by cutting off your paths until you notice something is wrong. It's adorable when you try to confront him with your puny knife in your shaking hands. One whose blade wouldn't even leave a scratch on his scales. When he rears up to his full size, he can watch the realization changing your expression into one of dread, and when Ghost licks the air, he tastes your fear, exciting him all the more.

♡ With one swift movement of his tail, he has it wrapped around you, your little knife plunging into his scales as you try to get him to let you go. It's barely leaving a chip on him while you feel your body getting slowly crushed. You are definitely not the type of food he was looking for. Your body is too soft and easy to snap compared to the usual mass he plays with. Most of the time, his prey is dead long before he can taste their despairing fear, but you are different, and Ghost can't stop licking the air for more. When he releases you for a moment, you make an adorable gasping sound as your lungs grasp for air, only to struggle again as he tightens his coil around you, squeezing down until your fear coats his tongue again.

♡ Ghost does that a few times, releasing, tightening, tasting. It's as good of an amusement as any, and for the first time in ages, Ghost thinks about the fun of playing around and not being as lonely as a ghost in his part of the forest. He has seen cruelty beyond his needs for food and safety, so it's a nice change to have someone who struggles and fights him despite being hopeless. You might trash and scream when he takes you from his tail and throws you over his shoulder, but the little gasp you make seeing the skull on his back is music in Ghost's ears. He also gets to hear all kinds of sounds as he puts his large hands all over you since you wiggle around so much, finding even softer and squishier places on you that intrigue him.

♡ Soon enough, he drags you into the darkness of his cave and puts you down in his nest. It's not very comfy since he doesn't need it to be. However, he catches himself thinking that something as soft as you will need an equally soft place to stay. For now, you'll have to do with his body. His tail takes up a lot of space, so even though you quickly try to climb and escape the way you thought was the exit, Ghost just picks you up and sets you back down on top of him over and over, yawning as if it was but a mild annoyance while you try to stay alive despite being in his clutches. Eventually, though, he'll have enough of your activities, wrapping your legs in his tail and your body in his arms which are just as crushing. His scales rake all over your skin as he moves every feeling part of his to experience you. His hands wander out of curiosity about your legs and small stature compared to him, pulling at your clothes and slipping beneath them. He rarely thinks about companionship, but he considers it as he continues to taste the air around you, changing from pure fear to fearful arousal while his fingers grab onto your body like the hungry beast he is. Clothes are discarded easily, and as he sandwiches you between his tail and upper body, Ghost decides you are more useful to him alive than you'll ever be as a food source. For once, he'll have some real entertainment in his life ever since he grew out of his rebellious age. It's a more mature type of fun he hadn't considered yet with how rarely he takes an interest in others, and he's all the more excited as he drags his tongue over your body, tasting you for the first time.

♡ After that first encounter, he quickly decides to make you his mate. As such, he knows there are more important things than sleep and hunt he has to do now. Now, he has to protect and feed you (and fill you), find a bigger nest to accommodate your mateship properly, and occasionally hunt you through the forest since you seem to like it just as much as he does. (You never win, but it sure is exciting for him, terrifying for you.) But having been without a companion for so long, the thing Ghost enjoys the most is relaxing with you. For the first time in his life, he likes being awake so he can feel you sprawled out on his chest. He even takes you outside to lay in the sun or bathe in the river with him, carrying you around when your legs are too shakey after another successful mating session. Life finally has meaning to him, so he can't let you go back even when your eyes are filled with longing as you look towards the direction of your village. Because that meaning is you.

König (Got a bit long so I put it under the cut whoopsie lol)

♡ He is a curious fella that, unfortunately, suffers from his extreme size. It has made him an outcast and dangerous creature even with his kind. Since he needs a lot of food, he has been banned to the harsh mountain terrains so other nagas can survive without him cleaning out the forests of any living being. He rarely shows himself to humans. However, when he's in a feeding frenzy, everything is fair game, no matter if he regrets it afterward or not. I see him colored more in earthy tones, and though he is as wide as two men standing next to each other, his tail isn't as long, though still long enough to crush his prey comfortably by wrapping it around once. He has his fair share of scars and lost scales, but it gets very much overshadowed by his steeled muscles. Looks can kill is very much a motto from him. Otherwise, nothing about him is very prominent, allowing him to hide despite his size, especially between rocks and cliffs. Though, to be fair, if he had to fight anyone, he would easily win.

♡ König might be shy, but he doesn't sleep as much as others of his kind, so he can actually experience things throughout the day while roaming his more earthy, rocky terrain. That also made him much more curious about the things that only happen throughout the day, like various visitors from the cities passing through the mountains he occupies. With a tail and strong arms, it's pretty easy for him to climb to any height, and he is intrigued by the humans he comes across since they are much less adapted than he is and still choose this path to travel back and forth. However, this terrain doesn't have much prey to offer. Thus he's plagued by hunger, which—mixed with his curiosity—makes him a dangerous entity to encounter, ready to snap at all times. Otherwise, he isn't openly hostile.

♡ It's very unfortunate that you had to cross the mountain while a storm brewed on the horizon, forcing you to take shelter in a cave. König didn't mean to follow you, but anyone rarely takes a detour in these parts of his territory. There's a moment of panic when he can't seem to find you as you hide from his sight, and he grows much more concerned about finding you than he should. You, however, get to see his tail slither by you a couple of times as you keep your mouth shut, hoping he won't find the entrance you ducked into. There's something blood-curdling about knowing there's a monster out there, apparently aware of your presence. You hope you can just hide until it loses interest. You're not that lucky.

♡ The rain makes it harder to taste you in the air, but König knows these mountains better than anyone. When he finally goes to the ground to spy into the cave, he couldn't see from high up his height, there is the human he was looking for. It's a relief to know you're okay, and his first instinct is to quickly shy away from your wide-open eyes staring at him. However, his tongue dips into the enclosed space, tasting the air. That, combined with those beautiful eyes he can't read, captivates him. You hold his gaze out of pure fear (which must mean he intrigues you too), your body shaking (König is sure that's because you're wet and it's cold), and when his tongue laps out again, he realizes that you must be scared and alone on this mountain while night falls. You're just a little human, after all. König feels bad for you, honestly. He should stay away, but seeing you so vulnerable tugs at his heartstrings. There's too much empathy in his big body to just leave, even though he knows he should. König can't help you, so why put you two in such a strange, precarious situation? He doesn't know how to make a fire, and you can't take the quicker way of falling and climbing down the mountain since you're so fragile. There are a hundred questions in his mind when he feels his stomach tighten with hunger. Thrashing his tail into the dirty ground, you jerk in surprise, and he slams his fist into his belly, refusing to acknowledge his beastly instincts. What would humans do in these situation? How can he help you?

♡ They huddle together. It's his instincts talking. The very same ones he's trying to ignore, but they are right. He might want to refuse the hunger that is making him salivate, but there are more instincts he usually keeps hidden. Ever since he left his birth family behind, he ignored the loneliness building inside of him, especially when the rest of his kind refused him as well. But not having used this ancient knowledge of his kind for so long, König doesn't know where this desire to protect and care for you comes from. All he knows is that you're cold, you keep looking at him "unafraid", and he doesn't really need food at the moment despite you looking very much like a snack. The sounds you make as he squeezes into the cave don't bother his hearing much, but he can't understand what you're saying, which is upsetting. Regardless, he keeps reassuring you that you'll be warm in no time as he pulls you against his chest and settles into his coils. At least he's feeling warm with your body snuggly against his.

♡ It's nice, he has to admit. Listening to your breathing, feeling your heartbeat. He didn't have much contact with anyone for a long time, so even though König has to hold you so he can make sure not to crush you under his body in this small space despite your wiggling, it's the closest to an embrace he has ever gotten. Strangely enough, this situation reminds him of his family and how infatuated his father was with his mate. How he, despite raising his children, was the only one allowed to huddle with König's "mother" and how his mate was his father's most precious possession. Having this kind of life companionship with another creature must be pretty nice. Someone who's warm and soft and who makes the air taste funny and tickles the rough patches on his skin. It would be nice to be less lonely on this mountain of his. To have someone he can explore with and build a nest for—just like his father did for his mate.

♡ König was planning on helping you get back on track once the storm and the night had passed, but he finds himself more and more attached to everything about you. Your tiny legs and the alluring scents coming from between them. Your little gasps and how nicely he can hold your body in his enormous hands. How vulnerable you are. And, of course, he grows attached to the illusions of companionship and killing the dreadful loneliness he was able to ignore until now. He doesn't really want to let you go by the time he had a taste of what you have to offer him. A living, breathing companion. Someone who can't tell him to leave because you don't speak the same language. Someone who has to accept his love out of fear that he doesn't realize you harbor for him. Though he fumbles and makes mistakes, König is keen on becoming a suitable mate for you, too, even if that means taking you to his burrow deeper inside the mountains. It'll be hard for you to leave on your own, but driven by his instincts, he can make it so you'll never want to go out without him. The thought of cozying up the place, preparing it for a family of his own, and then create this family with something as lovely as you are, gets his blood pumping, heart racing. Finally, he won't just have to still his curiosity from afar or become the monster everyone tells him he is. And suddenly, there are a million thoughts in his mind about everything his body and instincts know to do to a mate, overshadowing any doubt or questions he might have on how to make this work. Suddenly, there's only you, you, you, and his loneliness is gone.

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katboykirby · 5 months

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So many "Lucifer but he's a peacock" and "Mammon but he's a crow" posts and yes I love the idea of our boys having the physical forms of their actual animals it is very cute and silly HOWEVER-

Today, I come to offer you: "Satan but he's a super creepy FUCKED UP unicorn"

Make that fucker the size of a Shetland pony. I'm talking like 60cm tall, like mad small, I'm talking small as hell. Make him look like a gross amalgamation of a pony, a demonic-ass goat, and a fucked up deer with zombie wasting disease. Give him a skull face and exposed ribs where the flesh is rotting from his bones. Make his coat pitch black and wreathe his hooves with neon green flames. Give him the razor-sharp fangs of a carnivore and a horn that looks like a rusted knife blade bursting out of his head. Let him leave a trail of death and decay in his wake, like every footstep leaves behind burning green cinders and toxic smoke and ash. Make him deadly to even look upon, like existing in close proximity to him for too long would make your insides melt and liquify, make your body burn and corrode into a noxious sludge.

Like have you ever seen those fucked up zombie deer with prion disease? Make him look like that. Make him creepy as fuck. It's what he deserves.

#I'm very passionate about demons being Demons™#like let them be fucked up!#let them be creepy little horror-nightmares!#I want my brain to melt inside my skull and drip out of my orifices because I dared look upon their eldritch terror forms!#let them be gross and scary!#let them be DEMONS!#ugh they would be so cool #anyway #obey me #obey me nightbringer #omswd #obey me satan #satan #satan obey me

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weirdanimal-tournament · 1 year

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Round 1 Match 26

Muntjac: "THEYRE A DEER THEY HAVE FANGS THEY HAVE FUCKED UP SCENT GLANDS ON THEIR FACES THEIR SKULLS LOOK LIKE FUCKING DRAGONS"

Pangolin: "there is simply nothing else like him! my son"

#muntjac #pangolin #weird animals #animals #weird #competition #poll

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eldritcmor · 3 months

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“I would stay down if I were you.”

Vladimir gasped as the creature further crushed his ribs against the cracked concrete floor.

“They like it when prey fights.” The man smiled as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag of it.

“Sorry about interrupting your mission, friends.”

Soap was still reeling from the near death experience that a giant bird? Had saved him from. That bird was now perched above Makarov.

He had heard the gun go off. Had felt something heavy slam into his shoulders, as a curtain of black covered his vision. The rest of 141 shouting as something pinged off the curtain of black.

He was vaguely aware of Makarov being literally kicked out of his hiding spot. Of the man sprinting for the warehouse doors only to get scooped up and thrown into the ground. By a solider that had appeared as if from nowhere. A fanged deer skull where their head should be and with enough force that everyone heard Vladimir’s ribs crack as a crater formed in the concrete under their boots.

“We thought it was about time for a more direct approach.”

Taglist: @skylordgrey

#cod mw2 #eld writes #john soap mactavish #taskforce 141 #hutch is having a wonderful time #Vladimir is not #no beta we die like soap in mw3 #not anymore though #bell is a good bird deer hybrid thing

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oshabloodhunt · 4 months

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[@solarosha]

Little Lamplight, who is occasionally not very little, guides Daisy and Halji through Fyr-Nesk, with seeming ease. It takes a while, but nothing of note happens.

It takes a few minutes, before Daisy would catch notice of the extra red lights in the trees, slowly building up until they are very clearly many other Lamplights, lighting the night sky. The plantlife seems much more faded back, and significantly smaller.

There are branches bent and tied together, forming many baskets throughout the settlement. Some of the Lamplights are snooping in and pulling out small bits of meat or fruits.

Probably of most importance, there are some number of Krythin. There's a group of, perhaps surprisingly, young looking Krythin, gathered around an older one, who is wearing what looks like a fanged deer's skull, and maybe telling a story? It is hard to tell with the distance and other noise.

Halji looks around, and smiles to herself. The Lamplight that had led the two here flies off, perhaps grabbing somebody of authority; or at least a friend of Halji's.

#the blood queen's night

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biohazard-inevitable · 2 months

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Y’know its so funny imagining my more demonic form everytime I’m awake at night- like-

Imagine stumbling into the kitchen only to be stared at by eerie, will-o-wisp eyes in the hollow eye sockets of the skull of something not quite discovered, jaw structure like a deer but with the fangs of a predator as the pale bleached bone is illuminated by the faint golden light of the microwave, its ears flicking to the sound of the beep as it shuffles its attention forward, large taloned claws grasping at a hand towel as it opens the door and pulls out the bowl.

“It’s hot when it first comes out.” It reasons with a shrug, hooves clacking against tile as it maneuvers on wards. “You want some? Its the leftover mac n cheese I made last night. Onion cheddar, pretty good.”

It seeks not your flesh only the leftovers in your fridge

#otherkin #alterhuman #therian #demonkin #deathkin #kin posting #its so funny to imagine my true form out and about

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bitkahuna · 4 months

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possible we can get a excerpt from the Cicero x reader? dk if you have like a patreon or kofi where you post early stuff, so I figured I’d just ask

So sorry, I didn’t see this for like a week! I don’t have anything like that, I’m not sure anyone would be interested. But yea, here’s a few paragraphs from the beginning.

The Dragonborn had never been particularly religious. Religion, as she had learned, was flexible and complex. But she wouldn’t realize just how intricate and unknown it really was until she absorbed Alduin’s soul.

Taking his soul changed her.

It changed everything.

Sovngarde could no longer house her, and she let out a yelp as she was flung somewhere else.

It was pitch black, but a penetrable black. An empty black. That’s when she realized the blackness wasn't true darkness. Rather, it was empty and mailable.

The sky took to sunrise and where she walked, there was grass. It was soft. But that's all there was. Perpetual sunrise and grass. She looked around and found herself unnerved at endless plane. So she changed it again. Mountains took hold, rising from the ground as other parts dipped into itself and created lakes. Trees grew and some mix of forest and tropics grew around her. Birds and deer arrived. A cool pool of water dipped before her and a waterfall rose beside it.

She began relaxing enough to take off her armor, starting with the restrictions on her arms and legs. She always uncovered vital areas last.

Then, a deer died.

The Dragonborn's head whipped around to find an arrow pushing through the neck of a stag. She was more curious than angry as she charged toward and then past it, where the plants grew thicker. But it only took a few steps before she realized her mistake. She turned once more and realize she was now the one being chased and the stag had been a lure.

Four thundering paws hit the ground and a low growl sent fear up her spine. She pulled out her sword and held it defensively as a large wolf tackled her. The Dragonborn landed on her back and kept the sword in position, where it now was up against the throat of the beast.

There were two sets of snarling teeth and countless fangs. While those teeth remained, the rest of the beast began to change. Fur receded and flesh tanned. Some of it was disturbing to see, but it seemed painless as the beast took the form of a man with an all too-wild look in his eyes.

Her fear dropped and she let out a stale laugh. Her sword set aside. He was familiar, but she was used to him covering his head with the skull of a stag rather than wild curls that came to his collarbones.

"Hircine."

#fanfiction #cicero x reader #cicero x listener #skyrim #fanfic excerpt #ao3 author #ao3fic #fanfic

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synapsid-taxonomy · 2 months

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On Smilodon mouth tissue

Keep in mind through this entire post that this is pretty rough and I don't specifically study sabercats. But we might as well take a closer look at the controversial Smilodon lip and gum tissue and see what it'd look like step-by-step. Let's start with a Smilodon skull (real fossil, not cast) with articulated sabers. Keep in mind the tip of this saber is broken off.

You can pretty clearly see the division between the enamel-covered portion of the teeth and the cementum. In modern felids, this cementoenamel junction is roughly where the gum line ends, and this is also what Riviere and Wheeler 2005 concluded for Smilodon. So if we take that and apply a gumline to this skull, it looks like this:

Now that looks like a pretty deep gumline! The full canines of Smilodon don't necessarily need to be covered by lips; even though they are covered by enamel, it's a very thin coating that doesn't require extensive hydration. This is also the case with the fangs of musk deer and Chinese water deer, who have their canines hanging on the outside of the mouth. These fanged deer, as well as tusked synapsids like walruses and Tiarajudens, have canines that project far beyond the bottom of the lower jaw (see below for the alternative) - and none have the massive bloodhound lips you may see around for Smilodon.

The gums, however, would need to be hydrated and covered by the lips. So that pink line could be an indicator of the minimum extent of the lip margin. But what I notice about these gumline comparisons is that we're looking only at the skull. If you bring in Smilodon's mandible and articulate it so that the mouth is closed...

The gumline doesn't go below the margin of the lower jaw. So the upper lips would not need to droop beyond the margin of the lower jaw. And as discussed above, the rest of the canines wouldn't necessarily need to be covered. Goodbye bloodhound Smilodon. This is consistent with how the lips do not droop beyond the margin of the mandible in any "saber-toothed" animal. Fanged deer and walruses have exposed canines. Clouded leopards keep their impressively-sized canines in the mouth; while the lips are relatively big, they don't droop over the lower jaw...

And saber-toothed animals that aren't smilodontines - including other true sabercats like Homotherium - don't actually have teeth that project beyond the bottom of the lower jaw (accounting for tooth slippage). Most of them have a deepened "chin" that follows the sabers. So it's possible, if not likely, that these animals simply had sabers covered by the soft tissue of the lower jaw when the mouth was closed. That would keep the teeth and gums moist regardless of how far down the gums went. Even if the teeth were exposed, the upper lips still wouldn't need to go very far down to keep the gums moist (you can see where the cementoenamel joint is on the Eusmilus skull replica in the lower right).

(top: Homotherium; bottom left, Thylacosmilus)

Now let's take the rigorous reconstruction of Smilodon from Turner et al. 2011 - and overlay it over the image above, to see if "traditional" Smilodon lips would cover all of this expanded gumline or not.

That looks like a pretty close match, I'd say! Being generous (and looking at clouded leopards as a very rough guide), I can see the margin of the upper lip maybe going like this. Lippier than usually pictured, but not shockingly so.

So not much would change.

Now, why would Smilodon need such deep gums? Simple - the longer a tooth is, the easier it is to break off. So more extensive gum tissue would help stabilize the sabers in the mouth. Which makes sense. The current model for sabercat predation is that they would subdue prey using their beefy muscled forelimbs, and only use the sabers at the end for the killing neck-puncturing bite. Don't wanna break them beforehand.

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mother--of-maggots · 1 year

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WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE FOR THE MUNTJAC

FOR THE @weirdanimal-tournament !!!

The muntjac deer is one of my favourite freaks of nature and here is why.

look at this skull. looks like a fucking dragon, right?

WRONG. ITS A MUNTJAC SKULL

These bastards are some of the weirdest freaks you’ll see. on their face, they have scent glands for marking on trees. Instead of doing what almost every other animal does and peeing to mark their territory, they evolved these body horror style glands on their face to do it.

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They have fangs. why? because they can. The males use them in territory and breeding fights, but they’re really not as useful as they look. But they’re sometimes called vampire deers, so thats fun.

They bark. like a dog. or they just scream like my dad does when he stubs his toe.

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Heres some other short little fun facts! - they smell absolutely dreadful! - Indian Muntjac have fewer chromosomes than a fruit fly! - they aren’t very big at all! like, 52 cm, which is pretty small for a deer.

So. VOTE MUNTJAC DEER FOR WEIRDEST FREAK!!!!!

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spooky--spookster · 5 months

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Wendigoon’s fursona

Yes I’m a big wendigoon enjoyer, he’s perfect to have in the background while I’m drawing. Love his stuff soo much!

Anyway he’s a white tailed deer, cause, obviously. Also they’re the most common type of deer in Appalachia. Also gave him a skull face mark and lil fangs.

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kanobarlowe · 6 months

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Hi I just wrote a little something that will not make sense to anyone except like 2 people maybe but I had fun writing it. I won't spoil what but it may or may not relate to a book I'm working toward publishing.

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Blues and purples metamorphosed into reds and pinks as the morning sun dawned across the trees. The autumn leaves glowed in its cool rays, and the forest appeared engulfed in flames of dying vegetation. Thin branches shuddered as the whistling breeze swept through the woods. Lake Bozepokoj's waters lapped against rocky shores, defending its depths against the oncoming winter frost that crept in each morning.

As herders emerged from their tents, breath puffing in crisp clouds before their grizzled faces, cattle lounged and slept in a tight pack in the rocky wolow pass that arched high above the forest basin into lands beyond. The men tied their camping bundles to packmules before whistling for the hounds to rouse the cattle and guide them down into the trees toward the lake. A peaceful morning, the threat of oncoming winter slowly forgotten as the sun breached the trees each waking moment, casting light into an illustrious wood.

It woke as it did each day from its slumber deep in the cavern depths. Sunlight had not yet peeked into its forested glen, but the shimmering waters cascading around it whispered of morning.

The skull lifted from its patch of grass, eyes hollow and void of life. Then the body emerged from its jaw like pooling blood dribbling across stone, melting and bubbling into a great creature of fur and flesh. It stepped forward, inky darkness trailing behind it. Two thin, bat-like wings sprouted from its sides, but folded as clawed paws and thick hooves lurched over the ground with each step. Its breath, raspy through the skulls fangs, echoed in the caves beneath the lake.

Its bony visage peered upward, to the hole that led toward the sky. It could feel it, even from it's safe home: death. He felt the prickling of grass that screamed and wailed underfoot, in the mouth's of animals, relenting its life to the cold. Each leaf that fell from the branch cried, piercing its ears. The forest creatures, from rabbit to bear, wailing in a sickening song that burned its hollow ears.

In a home, it felt the spattering of brain on wood as a man killed another man for sleeping with his woman. Farther along, an arrow soared through the air before striking a hare that could barely squeak its pain as it perished.

It felt each pain. Stabs to the skin, grating against flesh and muscle and bone, ringing in its ears - oh, it knew the pain of death all too well.

How it longed to wail, too.

In a croaking gasp, the creature tilted its head upward... and screamed.

The howl tore through the morning air. All the forest fell silent to the ear-piercing shriek. Shepherds with their flocks and herders with their packs froze, hands to spears, searching the trees for it - for the skull, for the sign, for doom.

Deep in the cavern, its body twisted, cracking and snapping beneath the oozy blackness of its form. Black blood, thicker than the blackest inks, splattered across the cavern floor as a hand twisted out of its figure. The hand grasped the darkness and pulled, and the creature fell in a spasm on the ground. Twitching like a deer succumbing to the wracking pains of wasting, it came apart, tearing itself to pieces in screams and moans of torment.

The arm grasped the skull and pulled. A shoulder emerged from the darkness, then a torso. A human body, a man, emerged from the bestial mess and gore, skin stained with grime and blood and soot. Naked, the man stood on wobbling feet, then tore flesh from the beast, wrapping his nude figure in its wet, pungent carcass.

As he donned the decrepit skull, the flesh conformed to his, wrapping him in what became black cloaks and furs. Hollow, black eyes peered out of the skull's sockets, and a tangling, writhing mass of hair burst out of the back of the skull like a wild mane.

The man stepped forward, away from the creature that birthed him. He sucked in a breath and looked toward the sky as the sun broke out, casting light across his face as it welcomed him to morning.

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