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sorrelpaws · 1 year
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NOW EAT THIS SUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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stiffyck · 7 months
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Some art from today :3
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naffeclipse · 7 months
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I've been writing Harpy!Y/N with the siren babies and I can't stop thinking about the twins grown up but still young, paired with the fact that their one parent is a harpy, and that one scene from Tarzan keeps replaying over and over in my head of grown-up scary siren Moon creeping along the surface to the edge of icy land, about to scare his small harpy parent but—
Harpy!Y/N: *preening their feathers and doesn't look up* Don't even think about it.
Orca!Moon: *pouts and half-flops on the ice beside Harpy!Y/N* How'd you know it was me?
Harpy!Y/N: I'm your parent, chick, I know everything. Now where is your brother?
Orca!Moon: *grinning like Eclipse* I thought you knew everything—OUGH *pulled into the water by Orca!Sun as they begin roughhousing and splashing water onto the ice*
Orca!Sun: *popping his head out of the water while shoving Orca!Moon under* Good morning! You're looking remarkedly preened today.
Harpy!Y/N: *softly, amused* Hello, chick.
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sanlangsaturday · 7 days
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harpy eagle ..harpy liu qingge + a lbh for monsterfucker monday magma
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sorcerous-caress · 6 months
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There is something so hot about a human finding out that the "pet" you've been keeping actually considers you their pet.
The harpy you've let make a nest on the hill in your backyard started giving you her shiniest feather, clawing at your window at night and taking you to her nest, leaving "food" and dead roddent on your doorstep each morning. She never sings to lure you in, never treats you as a prey. Easily breaking into your home when she's in a sour mood just to cuddle you, pull at your silly human clothes and pick you up to take you on a flight if she felt like it.
The cantaur who starts frequenting your little home in the woods. You offer him some apples and veggies from your garden and suddenly he is here every day. Bring you various things from his hunt in the woods, he's surprisingly good with a bow and arrow. Making you braid and wash his hair and groom him. Spending the entirety of his rut in your home uninvited and keeping you caged under him.
Just the idea of extending basic human decency to someone from a different species and having them interpret it as you offering yourself to them. What you thought was your attempt at connecting with nature, was just someone else finding a naive human and claiming them as their own.
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finchwingart · 1 year
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harpy eagle cat thing
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hideousvampire · 9 days
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duality.
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maracllea · 2 months
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ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴋᴏɴɴᴇɴ ʜᴀʀᴘɪᴇꜱ & ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ | Dune 2
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loud-whistling-yes · 2 months
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so as literally everyone following me in the past 24 hours knows, im fucking obsessed with her. take her shes everything i have
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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So I wanna work on more oneshots...
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So have a paragraph or two of each & do the poll if you want lol.
Mothman- He could hold onto the small (so small!) child easily with one pair of arms, and use another for his emergency grappling hook, but that would… maybe have the same issue as flying with them would have. Did he want to risk the trouble he’d no doubt be in?  Well, he was already going to be scolded for going out… 
Werebat- “Master Bruce.”  Bruce froze mid drying his fur at Alfred’s voice, a very clipped tone to it that instantly brought back every lecture he’d ever gotten as a pup. He tried to wipe any guilt from his body language as he looked up from his chair in front of the computer, the toddler in his lap grabbing at the towel, cooing around the binkie.  An eyebrow rose, a silent request to explain himself.
Owl Harpy- He hissed at the feeling of the blade digging into his limb- it had hit right in the opening of his armor, right in the fleshy part of his wing. Dick’s eyes were wide, terrified and with dawning recognition that he couldn’t look into due to more blades whistling through the air.  Leaping away- with Dick still in his wings- his head snapped towards where the knives had come from, a flicker of gold amidst the shadows confirming what the knives already told him. Talons. 
Ghost- Can you kill what has already died, many wonder as specters leap across the roofs, flitting in the shadows of the night as though mere flickers of the light. Mere hallucinations in the smog until they brush against your body, as real as the stone beneath your feet.   Many have tried, echoes of blood spilling across the cracked stone and forms writhing through shadows. Yet when one looked, there was no corpse to be found. For the ghosts of the city had no bodies to lose anymore. 
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ritens · 4 months
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just learned about oxcarts in dd2. my silly ass is absolutely going to take a nap every time i get the chance. im not a smart man.
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hakusins · 2 months
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great hawk the adorable the terror doodles!
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apersonwholikeslotus · 2 months
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hmmmmm been watching a lot of psychological horror movies recently, and a lot of them feature a character being haunted but not interacting with the dead? Like they're in the same room and the deceased says nothing.
I've been pondering Britannia showing up that way to Arthur, he's drunk one night, sitting in his study far later then he should and suddenly she's there just across from him. He never saw his mother, but there she is in front of him looking the same she was the moment she died. He's not even scared, but he doesn't believe its her even though he knows with every fiber of his being it is.
His mother was a warrior, that's all anyone ever said of her, his siblings had overly idealized notions of things she did. They were far older than him, they remembered her, he didn't believe the things they said about her were true. The woman sitting across from him doesn't look like a warrior, she looks worn and defeated, she's covered in sweat and blood, and there's tear tracks on her face.
And this little shit always preached her death necessary for his life, it was a trade off and she knew it before he was born. He was the death of her and he didn't care but she's here now, she's going to force him to care. He just watches her, he doesn't know how long they sit there but he wakes up in his bed the next morning. He doesn't know if she was real or not, but he saw her regardless
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cherry-207 · 9 months
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"Hello?" Scriabin said, walking closer, careful not to startle the injured creature. One golden eye snapped open to look at him.
"Leave," it rumbled, voice hoarse and weak. Scriabin froze. He certainly hadn’t expected it to speak.
“What?” He blinked, trying to process.
"Get off my territory," Edgar growled. "I'm warning you."
"This is your island?" Scriabin inquired softly. His voice instinctively dropped to a gentle timber, not wanting to offend or startle the creature. He was smart enough to recognize the dangers of pressing in on an injured animal.
It all made sense then, why there were stories of good fishing. Of lost sailors finding this island, but never returning. Which he had chalked up to as a fable, because honestly if people didn't make it back from the island, how would there be stories? But seeing this feathered beast of myth made him worry if he was about to become part of those legends.
"It is. Now begone human, before I. . . " Edgar replied, his breathing labored as he shifted to look his way directly. Scriabin's eyes widened at the sight. Deep gashes tore across the harpy's face, dried trails crusting down his cheeks.
"Hey, that doesn't look so good," Scriabin observed, taking a half step closer...
Ok, @metamorphmigus and me made another Au!!! (surprise) and decided to start a little story with that premise, which basically Edgar is a harpy and Scriabin is a pirate, they both get stranded on an island, if you want to know more, please read Skybound Serenade in AO3! This is a picture of chapter 1! I will try to illustrate each chapter as Meta updates it ♥ Although this is an Au, Scriabin still belongs to @zarla-s!
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adventsuwuzers · 11 days
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\\TW: GORE, BLOOD, RELIGOUS THEMES (probably), BRIGHT COLOURS (i think)\\
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Art from an aggie (or magma) drawing session ✨✨
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enchantedwolfoon · 5 months
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Harpy Pearl & Harpy Bill
I wrote a lore bit with Bill and how The Axolotl let him keep his ability of shape-shifting via mimicry, so Bill is supposed to be mimicking Harpy Eda, same thing goes to my Titan Bill & Cipher Fury designs.
“Well, what about Pearl?” Idk I just felt like it one day, y’all haven’t even seen her Light Fury form yet
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