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nyanto5 · 1 year

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#art #this is just a digtially painted collage for the background but the fries and deer are me #humans are animals so this is redundant but its a good representation of how it feels to me #4rt by m3

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convelocity · 4 months

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Kings and queens, immune to mortal ill. Gods, as they are called, but these I cannot kill.

#artists on tumblr #artwork #drawing #digitalart #digital drawing #digital painting #dark art #deer art #painting #support human artists

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happyheidi · 1 year

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deer walks into a store and later brings her whole family for another visit 🛒

Horsetooth Store, Gas, and RV Park

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#she said matriarchal goddess powers activate!#and can we talk about the name #Horsetooth store?? YES #lol I love that so much #cottagecore #deer #funny #animals in store #odd news #cool #wholesome #cute #wild animals #story #america #photography #gas station #irony here is it’s probably family owned and operated #headline: “’showing nature AND humans who’s boss’

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nonbinarycollector · 11 months

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um um. yeah :)

#deltarune #noelle holiday #susie deltarune #suselle #kris dreemurr #described #safe utdr #star art #was talkin in suselle about wheel chair user noelle and made these #it was originally about human noelle but. i like drawing deer #i wanna design a cane and crutches too... also crutches kris? i like the headcanon #noelle has so much object design potential because of her themeing

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multifandomfanatic02 · 2 months

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"Stuck in a Trap."

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : deer!Alastor x human!Reader

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 : reader finds herself wandering the woods alone and falls upon a wounded stag stuck in a bear trap.

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨 : deer Alastor, human reader, marked, soulmate trope in a way

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 1.3k

It was a cool night in spring. Nice enough to take a walk outside. You had decided to chose a descent into the woods behind your house. It wasn't dangerous or anything, had a nice gravel path. A few miles into it became an attraction to some tourists. Those who were into the whole haunting thing.

The most you heard were some silly ghost stories. What nonsense, you thought. Some believed there was a portal straight to Hell sitting in the thicket somewhere. Some believed there have victims from past murders buried in there. You weren't exactly into paranormal shit, you've lived and roamed these woods for years now.

No, the closest you have seen were the crazy amounts of dead deer lying on the floor. Hunters perhaps? Maybe mountain lions? Nah. The state of the deer made you feel bad, queezy more like. The poaching of the animals was upsetting to say the least. Whenever you went on these walks, you made sure to break whatever traps you could find. More often than not, all being bear traps. It was illegal in this area after all. Nobody really enforces the law around here considering how scared everyone was with this place.

You had been walking for what felt like a few hours. Your cue being the red and pink sky to head home. Oh but it just feels so right to be there. It wasn't until you heard a loud animal like cry that you stopped in your tracks. You bet it was a deer caught in a trap. What were you thinking following a scary sound like this. This kinda thing should only happen in scary movies.

After a few minutes of wandering around for the source of the sound, the creature in question comes in to view. It was a stag. What a divine animal this was. It was a lot larger than most deer, the biggest set of antlers you had seen. And it's color was dazzling. It was as if it reflected the crimson sky above it. There was no way that it was it's natural color.

Inching closer to it, the reason of it's cry came to your attention. A hoof was caught in a bear trap like you originally thought. Blood dripped from it's ankle, in attempt to soothe it, he licked it. Blood staining around it's mouth. Looks like he'd been there for quite some time.

Bending down to the ground, you hold up your hands hoping the creature would realize you were going to try and release it. All he did was bellow in hopes to scare you away. But you just stared in amazement. Your hand just inches away from the trap, the stag notices and understands your actions. Staying still for a few seconds.

His hoof finally free, you put the bloodied old bear trap in your bag. The beautiful creature bows his head slightly, one of his front hooves folding beneath him, obviously showing a little gratitude. You bent down to meet his gaze, returning the unusual human-like gesture. You didn't really think about it too hard.

Your hand reached out to him, in hopes he'll accept your advances. The stags ears laid back against his head as he pressed his forehead into yours. He backed away slightly, giving the entirety of your forearm a well deserved lick before bounding back into the thicket of the woods.

What a strange interaction. Something you surely won't ever forget whether you liked it or not. Upon looking down, you notice a green glow surrounding the area the creature marked. Looked like it was making out a subtle A-like symbol. Well time to proceed home and wash off.

A few years had gone by and the mark still remained on your arm. After many specialist appointments and surgeries, the doctors were just as stumped as you were. It wasn't a tattoo of any kind, no ink was found in the skin. It wasn't skin cancer. And crazy as it is, after several biopsies the mark simply grew over the scar tissue. It was a complete mystery as to what that mark was. And if you told everyone where you truly got it, they would all think you were nuts.

If that wasn't enough, you often felt prying eyes around your secluded house. The paranormal stories were beginning to sound sane after all the experiences you had. There have been many nights where the stereo would turn on by itself or static would just be heard. Or nights when a dark yet comforting shadow would loom over you as you slept. You eventually became accustomed to these intrusions. Most would have moved out by now.

Whatever was here was like a dark guardian angel. You weren't thinking about the holy ones whom would just, look after you, wish you the best of luck and bring you to heaven when you died. No. This one was different. The type to personally interfere with human affairs to keep you safe. The idea wasn't too off-putting considering you had done been in two severe car accidents and a tornado; somehow leaving all situations unscathed.

More often than not, you would have dreams about the stag you had found in the woods all those years ago. Talking about how you belonged to him. How you live under his protection. He had a name too but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. His voice was really unique and drew you in like a magnet. The dreams you've received were so surreal. Like you've known him all your life.

If this was paranormal, you were going to do some digging. The term typically refers to the dead, right? The town library should have records of your property and the folks who lived there before you.

It thankfully didn't take much to get the information you were looking for. There were several newspaper articles from the 1930's that included details of a man named Alastor. Alastor.. that was the name you heard in your dream. It explained the mark on your arm.

He was a local serial killer who targeted those who were for the most part ill intentioned. Especially toward women. He was found dead in the woods behind your house, burying one of his victims. Mistakened for an animal. Which is why to this day hunting is illegal in those set of woods.

More newspaper articles opened up about his profession. Despite the mans.. er.. hobbies, he was quite the talent as a radio host back in the 20's. Youtube even had some of the old audio recordings. Your heart soared upon hearing his voice. This was him. The stag you saved, the shadows watching over you, and the voice that whispered to you in your dreams.

What didn't make sense was.. why was he a stag of all things? Why did it feel real? Well, as it turns out, the power of the human soul varies in the afterlife. Some could just interact with inanimate objects while others can only muster a sound whether it be naturally or through something called a spirit box. Then, what was Alastor?

Ultimately, you had fallen in love with Alastor. Over the course of your life, you had gotten to know him from your sweet dreams. He often thanked you for your kindness. Never had he met someone that put his faith back into humanity. Who would show such a lowly animal mercy and generosity? And the day that you arrive in Hell, he'll be there to catch you and say.

"The name is Alastor, the radio demon. A pleasure to be finally meeting you properly. Welcome home, ma chère."

a/n: i would just like to say that none of the pictures are mine, creds to the amazing artists 🎨

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0bticeo · 2 months

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alastor | your cracks are showing.

picture this, if you will.

you, having had enough of his antics, finally snapping, telling him you see through him. his mask, that too-wide smile, is imperfect.

"your cracks are showing, alastor."

you spit his name like a curse and he feels his gut twist with something foreign. there you are, you, defiant, arms crossed over your chest, denying him his precious persona.

who the hell do you think you are?

before you know it, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him, until you meet the hard planes of his chest. he's all lean muscles you find out, writhing against him, trying to break free.

he tilts your head back with one gloved hand. the leather is thin enough for you to feel the warmth of him. if you shiver, lips parting, you'll deny it.

"careful, my dear."

with that, he kisses you, sickeningly sweet. too sweet. too much. your eyes widen at the feeling of his lips against yours, of his teeth nipping against your flesh. you taste blood. fucker bit you -

he growls, the sound rich and deep, sinking into your marrow like he does in your mouth, tasting you. you find yourself clinging to him, fingers tangling in his curls, lightly tugging at his scalp.

he lets you go, tongue darting to lick the remnants of your lifeblood on his lips. he chuckles at the sight of you - kiss-swollen, panting, pupils blown wide in furious desire.

his thumb presses against your lower lip, right where he bit you. you hiss, sweet pain settling low in your gut.

"you'll cut yourself on my edges if you get too close."

somehow, you don't mind.

#obticeo writes #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #tbh i pictured this with human alastor #this man has me weak in the knees #but it can also work for deer old alastor #anyway i'm down bad #yes this is a call to pretty please send requests

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elsa-fogen · 1 month

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i just wanna say first of all. you have been feeding my brainrot for the past month, tHANK YOU for that

2nd of all, do you have any head canons for Al about when he was alive? how do you think the story played out leading up until his death? I personally love hearing ppls takes on this

THANK YOU for enjoying my things ^^ 💖💖

Oh boyy that's a question about human Alastor. That's probably a great opportunity to draw him, huh? But i'M SO SCARED FOR SOME REASON?? You see, i saw many human versions, and very few of them actually looked like Alastor, SOO YEEAHH. I'm afraid to lose his vibe when i make his human form. But OKAY. I'LL TRY.

here we go. You have no idea how long it took for me to make my self to draw this fdolfdljfldsfsd

soo........ is is still Alastor or should i work more on his human design...

btw, guess where did i get colors for his hair and eyes :> (*pointing at myself* hehehehehehrehhwhrhhwhe there)

I don't actully have full story/headcanon for all of his life, but i have some points (tho i'm still ot sure about some of them)

I know that he was mixed, but let's say he also whitepassed for the sake of my own sanity

His first victim was his father, and he was 17 when that happened (his father killed his mother when was drunk)

- Alastor burned his house with his dad inside and enjoyed his screams

After that he faked his age and went to the WW1

He injured his leg there and was sent home (also his eyesight might worsen there)

he's enjoying beating the shit out of people with his cane

I don't have any solid headcanons after that because it needs researching and UGHSHDG i'm so lazy for it... But yeah, he became a radio host, he killed people and he were a cannibal. And then was shot while burring the body. the end.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #the radio demon #radio demon #human alastor #hazbin art #hazbin hotel mimzy #hazbin mimzy #hazbin headcanons #the deer in headlights #sudden ask lol

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icedghostlatte-art · 5 months

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Little Reindeer and the Goat.

#danny phantom #nao's art #danny fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #pompous pep #deer!danny #goat!vlad #satyr!vlad #aka krampus!vlad #but not really #the humans just call him the Krampus because he's active in the winter anf he hunts evil people

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rednotebooksworld · 3 months

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Character Info: Pike ~ Deer Hybrid

A/n: I like hybrids but I rarely see deer hybrids so I’m making one of my own

*NSFW under ‘read more’ tab*

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Summary:

In the deep forest, a forest guardian with tough and tall antlers resides. Pike, a deer hybrid is a prince of his part of the forest and that came with huge responsibilities. You, lived in a town outside of the deep woods in lived in and it was an unexpected meeting when you wandered in his forest out of pure curiosity

SFW

—pike is more of a prince in his part of the forest but still a guardian nonetheless {bros got a bambi like backstory lol}

—pike is naturally curious about new things, human society fascinates him to some degree, so meet you, was like a blessing in disguise

—he is a bit of a short boi, but makes up for it with his antlers and ability to keep his forest safe from harm

—pike is very kind soul, he gets that from his father; the guardian before him. He likes being protective and with a human in the forest such as yourself, he’ll do everything in his powers to keep you safe

—he tries to avoid violence though willing to defend himself and others against an instigator

—he knows a lot about plants and such; teaches about plants what’s good and bad

^you accidentally tried to eat a poisonous mushroom and he just smacked it out of your hand and scolds you (definitely the mom type)

—he has introduced you to his herd; mostly the does and the fawns of the herd

^honestly he doesn’t trust the other males around you, he’s touch bit possessive

NSFW

—pike never had a mate in his lifetime even as a guardian like his father before him, it’s not like he wasn’t interested just never had the time

—though meeting you changed that, mostly his sex drive

—his sex drive went from 0 to 10 real quick, he’s kinda embarrassed by it but he’s so in love with you and he can tell it doesn’t bother you since you seem to enjoy it 😏

—that being said, pike is kinda vanilla, but he’s tied you up with vines before so bondage is always on the table for him

—pike’s a soft lover, he gives you praises and compliments

^“you’re such a pretty being, my precious princess~”

—he likes when you grab his antlers or even touch them while you have sex, that’s kinda why he enjoys eating you out, so you grab onto his antlers

—his size, well his cock is not that girthy and it’s pretty average length

—pike is very dominant especially around spring time or mating season; his herd is gave their prince usually looks when the sweet little human that’s been around was with him but they also can’t help but be happy

—he has a lot of stamina, since he’s still somewhat human but his deer half adds to his stamina; 2-3 rounds at most

#monster x reader #monster x human #monster romance #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster smut #red’s oc #red’s oc: pike #deer hybrid #deer hybrid x reader #monster #monster lover

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faunamafu · 1 year

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deerly beloved— a mizuena au comic

#mizuena fairy au comic!#mizuki is a fairy who can take the form of a deer and ena is a human who often paints in mizuki's forest :)#rui is also a fairy and mizuki's emotional support alchemist #AAAAA I CAN FINALLY POST THIS COMIC IN ITS ENTIRETY #the relationship dynamics are probably outdated bc i drew this a bit after the fairy set/exciting picnic event came out? time flies...#ena shinonome #mizuki akiyama #rui kamishiro #project sekai #mizuena #mizurui #queue

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bunjywunjy · 2 months

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hey uuuh protip if any of you for whatever reason have the urge to sprint directly behind my car while I'm backing into a space, please. refrain from doing that

#I did give them the 'act like a human and not a startled deer' glare but I don't know if they got it #anyway slammed the brakes real quick yowch

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inbabylontheywept · 11 months

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"The reaper had a scythe. I have a combine harvester."

Arlach tapped his fingers nervously. He’d have gladly given up his life for the liberation of his people. A combine harvester (even a deluxe AI driven model) was a pittance compared to that. Still, he didn’t really understand what he was hearing.

“I uh… heard you’re hooking up my strawberry picker to an air defense cannon?”

The human technician assembling the gun held up a hand, finishing up some last tweaking of the wire harness. He touched two wires together carefully and swore when a shower of sparks shot out of the contact.

Set back, but not defeated, the man paused his task to answer the farmer’s question.

“See, you’re looking at this wrong. It’s an AI harvester, and it works great for strawberries, but machines don’t really see ‘strawberries’. They rate strawberry-ness. There’s a lot of ways to manage that, but it looks for a generally pointed shape, some seeds, and that nice red color. So your run of the mill strawberry generally receives an almost perfect strawberry-ness score, but something like this-”

His hands dug through all the pockets of his work suit before they finally found their target. He fished out what had been a standard ferroslug before it was painted bright red and smattered with a handful of black dots. He took a moment to admire it himself before tossing it to the farmer and continuing.

“Well, it’s not a strawberry, but it scores as one. Well enough that the machine gets positive feedback from its alignment unit every time it puts one of these babies where it's supposed to go.”

Arlach stared at him blankly.

“So what, you’re convincing it to fill a cargo container up with painted bullets?”

The technician grinned.

“There's no a limit to how fast it's allowed to fill that container up. At no point did the alignment protocol even consider that it'd be capable of throwing a 'strawberry' at mach nine. And the cargohold is important, but the rocket its attached to is more so. You know what looks a lot like a surface to orbit rocket?"

Arlach’s brain clicked.

“The hypersonic missiles they've been throwing at us.”

The grin widened. Arlach himself felt slightly awed to have found the connection.

“Will it work?”

The human nodded.

“It’s damn near the only thing that can. To shoot down something going that fast, that low, you either need a dummy missile that can brute force outrun it, or enough computing power to hack a station. The alliance is too chickenshit to send over their actual military AI's, but these myopic-type digibrains are supposed to be safe for civilian use because the idea of convincing your tractor that a bullet is a strawberry and a WMD is a cargo loader was a little too creative for the morons over at John Deere Galactic. And if that digibrain just so happens to function near the exoflop level, they're going to have a hard time sneaking anything larger than a bee through this airspace.”

The alien’s hands went over its crest as its mind reeled.

“They're not the only ones who would never think of this. It's brilliant. I never would've considered it.”

The tech shrugged good naturedly and went back to retrieve the two ends of wire that he’d dropped earlier.

“Eh, it's not coming from nowhere. There’s something of a human tradition about using farm equipment for war. I'm just lucky to be part of the next evolution in this. The reaper himself only used a scythe. Now I get to use a combine harvester.”

#hfy #humanity fuck yeah #humans are space oddities #science fiction #scifi #humans are space orcs #big fucking gun #bfg #AI theory #vaguely war in Ukraine inspired #Never pass on a chance to dunk on John Deere #humans are weird #everything can be a gun

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xx-sketchy-xx · 2 months

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