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trippin-chippin · 3 months
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The three siblings again :D
Also here it is without the flowers
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wyztereo · 8 months
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Ghost of my Hart
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butt-puncher · 5 months
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California ghost deer 👻🦌
Scrapped designs for my school's cryptid summer zine! Even tho I chose a totally different cryptid to submit to the zine I decided to finish painting these bad boys. I'll post the fresno nightcrawlers later uwu
Fresno nightcrawlers! 👖
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kayllek · 6 months
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Ghost deer
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valerian-insomniac · 7 months
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1. GHOST + REINDEER
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seagull-michael · 4 months
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Silly little OC post (TW: Depiction of blood and heavy injury)
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He's a ghost!!
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scpwiki-official · 8 months
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dumb scp specific sona
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clarafordahwin · 2 years
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Find the print here // Relm Art
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veryluckyclovers · 9 months
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I doodled today yay
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diejager · 2 months
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I know this kinda sounds stupid- but can you do a feral deer reader who was found by the task force? The reader has some magical healing abilities, so she ended up captured and hired as a medic. Since the reader never really communicated with humans/ other hybrids and was mostly by herself, she doesn't understand social stuff. For example, she can be convinced that getting groped is a greeting, and she'll agree since she never interacted with other hybrids before. So she's pretty much oblivious.
If possible- make her a bit fluffy? 👉👈
I’m going to make this the continuation to Doe because I can!! Muhahahahahah!!!!!! ψ(`∇´)ψ
Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, non-con touching, magic, hybrid, groping, tell me if I missed any.
You were introduced to Laswell after the mission, dressed in better clothing than the tattered dress you wore, antlers cleaned from all the leaves and officially claimed by the Task Force, you found a place in their group. Going through a few rough patches and scuffles to get you out of your home, they watched you tend to your wounds, your hands glowing over the scrapes and tongue lapping at your bleeding fingers. Your… ability was the driving nail that forced Laswell to bend to their words, she’d been hounding them to get a medic or someone with better medical knowledge than the four of them combined. 
After all the paperwork and sweat, Price had the honour of locking the pretty collar they team bought you around your neck, the insignia gleaming under the office light was the final step to bind you to them as your handlers, a poor and fragile, little deer they saved from the freezing Canadian wilderness. But in all honesty, all they did was separate you from your herd, the warmer spring announcing the end of your antlers and the growth of a new set, it made frolicking and dancing easier than winter did. You were plucked from everything you knew, ripped from your lush forest and livelihood where you watched over the fauna and little critters that came to you for healing, and forcefully placed in a dead and unfeeling world where grey buildings towered over the forests and life restrained to small patches of dying soil. It made you uncomfortable, but the binding words the four men - human men - and the nice but stoic lady (she looked so tired, it made your hands itch to soothe her aches) shared with you made it seem like it was impossible for you to return to your home. 
“This is your new home, sweetheart,” the bear-like man said, his gruff voice and imposing figure had you shuddering in your seat, much more than the energetic man with electric, blue eyes that you then learned was Soap. 
You wanted to argue, but your voice died in your throat when they all stared at you with dark and expectant eyes, seemingly anticipating submission and obedience from you as a deer. How could you fight when they held such an oppressive air around them, but perhaps it was just their broad and muscular bodies that made your nerves bristle; perhaps they were nicer than they looked, gentler and tender like the way that man with brown eyes held you in the metal bird, whispering sweet and comforting words; or perhaps they were truly mean and dominating, like some pack of wolves that shared your home. You hoped they were as nice as the Gaz, who made you call him by his… real name? You were confused, but you did as he asked, calling him Kyle unlike the other men. 
You gave Price a muted nod, eyes cast down and fingers scratching and pulling at your restrictive clothes, feeling too covered and your skin too sensitive by all the irritating fabrics and silks. It hadn’t taken them much time to intergrate you in their schedule, finding you a place in their group to stare at and work despite your clear confusion about the social norms and your sudden duty. The human world was a stranger to you, foreign acts and alien words that you needed help with: you could read some words while others were completely incomprehensible for your feral mind, or your confusion about the use for phones and anything too advanced had you fumbling with your words.
It’s good that you had them to help you, no? 
Price made you attend classes with him and Ghost, being taught the alphabet and complicated words after the training drills and morning rituals, sometimes seated between them, squeezed so tightly between their broad shoulders, and other times seated on their laps, their shadow looming over you when they bent over to show you something. They touched you a lot, Ghost having less restraint than his Captain, his rough, gloveless fingers sliding beneath your shirt and groping the softness of your stomach and kneading your breasts, feeling its weight and perky nipples. You squirmed on his lap, whined out your discomfort, used to physical interaction in your herd, but never something so forward, but Ghost had reassured you that this was a normal human behaviour towards someone they cared deeply for.
Price kept his to your stomach and ass, feeling the fat of your cheeks and occasionally standing a hit, drinking in your yelps and whimpers from his touches. He, alike Ghost did, assured you that it was normal that he hooked his arm around your hip and holding you flushed to his side, his musky scent wafting around you like a thick cloud of smoke. He ruffled your hair once your antlers fell, petting you like he would a dog, carding through your washed locks and chuckling when your ears twitched from being handled. He would often call you to his office at random times, allegedly wanting you to train healing them since humans were slightly different than hybrids and having you lick his paper cut with your pink tongue. He liked shoving two fingers down your throat and pumping until you gagged and choked, drooling down his wrist while he breathed heavily and palmed himself.
Gaz and Soap helped you with other things: understanding human behaviour, training you mind and body and helping you around the base when you were lost and disoriented. Both men were enthused to be your chaperone, excited to take part in your schooling in other ways. Gaz lead you around the base hand in hand, his fingers intertwined with yours in a strong and unmoving grip while he pulled you forward, your tail flicking anxiously when people gazed your way, their eyes probing your uniform-clad figure. He was more upfront than the older men, pulling you to his chest and cuddling you in public areas, the bigger rec room, the mess hall or the gym, nuzzling the crook of your neck, lips drawling pretty words on your throat and shoulder and hair tickling your skin, mumbling the sweetest praises despite your obvious stiffness.
Soap, not unlike Gaz, had you call him Johnny (Ghost called him that too, you quickly found out) and was the touchiest of the four, always placing a hand on you even in awkward and weird situations. Soap was more animalistic than the others, panting and huffing when he spent too long around you, rutting your thigh like a wolf in rut or another reindeer deep in the season, you were quite sure this one wasn’t that much of a norm, seeing people avert their eyes or Ghost scruffing Soap and hissing degrading words. He especially loved sparring with you, pinning you on the mat, hand wrapped around your nap and putting his weight on your struggling body. He’d grind his hard bulge against your ass, ignoring your cries and whines, happily huffing and groaning in your ear while Gaz and Ghost watched on, admiring the sight, a pretty and vulnerable deer with little stubs and flickering ears, writhing under the mutt of the Task Force. 
Even if your initial use was for healing wounds and supporting the team, they found a secondary task for you in all the chaos and caution, to help you open up to them faster and easier. It’d only take a few kisses, cuddling and sessions until you grow attune and accept your new home.
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theveryworstthing · 2 years
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revisiting the diner part 4.
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trippin-chippin · 23 days
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Moose
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endlessmisanthropy · 6 months
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icecream-gh0st · 1 year
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New Year, new deer! Here is a commission I completed in 2022, made for FunnyWalter on Instagram! 🦌🦋
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darksilvania · 7 months
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TROPHAWN [Trophy-Fawn] -Ghost -The Antlers Pokemon -Ability: Battle Armor/Intimidate - Weak Armor(HA) -Dex: "It was born when the spirit of a hunted pokemon possesed some discarded bones, it now wanders the area where its life was ended looking for retribution. It uses its glowing antlers to lure people deep into the forest to get them lost." -Moveset: -Horn Attack     -Headbutt       -Shadow Sneak       -Confuse Ray
-->Evolves after learning Will-O-Wisp at night<--
WILLOWIGHT [Will O' Wisp-Wight] -Ghost/Fire -The Burning Bones Pokemon -Ability: Battle Armor/Intimidate- Flame Body(HA) -Dex: "It is believed this is the soul and burnt remains of a pokemon who died during a forest fire, its bones still on flames, yet never completely consumed and never burning out. It wanders the woods at night, its ghostly flames glowing in the darkness, making those who see them disoriented, luring them into danger. " -Moveset:     -Flare Blitz      -Shadow Bone      -Megahorn     -Will-o-Wisp
I has been wanting to remake this pair for some time now and since we are on spooky season I decided this was the best time to do it
Their new shiny colors are a reference to their previous color palette, with some changes
Also, fun fact, this is my fakemon line that has been remade the most time, with 4 remakes in total, it’s fun to see how my style has changed over the past 10+ years
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dewedup · 8 months
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it’s my birthday so please feast on Rain not watching where he’s going during watcher in the sky (ironic)
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