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toacody · 4 months
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Scarabax
A simple bug from a simple desert.
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Creator: FeroxJ
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pacificremains · 5 months
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Wolf (left) and coyote (right) jaws.
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ancientorigins · 13 days
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A jaw-dropping discovery was made in a European home! A visit to his parents' newly renovated home led to an unexpected find for this dentist. Embedded within a travertine tile was a human jawbone, sparking excitement and speculation about its origin and age
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lys-judges-you · 1 year
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Welp, more AUs fanart ! This one loosely based on @prettyflyshyguy 's plaga/mandibles Leon AU, it's a bit harder to find so here's a summary :
Leon is infected by the plaga but unlike the original, some events make the plaga parasite grow more agressively and more towards his head and brain. As it grows and develops, these messy mandibles grow.
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saintsenara · 7 months
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written for day 13 of @remadoramicrofics, for the prompt bones.
There was whisky in the sideboard.
It was Muggle whisky. Dad’s. From some distillery in the middle of nowhere in the Outer Hebrides, sold in Harrods and delivered by Uncle Tony every Christmas in wrapping paper printed with snowmen scrabbled from the bargain bin at Woolworth’s.
It was used exclusively for celebration. For the days you wanted to preserve in amber; the days when dad was pink-cheeked and roaring with laughter, and mum was tipsy and willing to regale them both with ridiculous stories from her childhood, instead of keeping all of it locked up in some secret place they could never reach from their little suburban house. It was whisky you toasted with, and tossed back on New Year’s Eve, and looked the other way about when your daughter and her best mate got pissed as newts on it the day their OWL results came, and Jade was sick in the bin and she was sick in mum’s hydrangeas.
It was whisky for joy.
That was, perhaps, why it hadn’t been opened the day she’d announced she was married.
There was stubble on Remus’ chin, its brown - mousy, rather than wolfy - flecked with grey. His face was growing sharper; he was no giddy newlywed, content to grow fat on his loving wife’s cooking now he’d left his bachelor days behind him. His wife could cook nothing more sophisticated than supernoodles, could do nothing more than press kisses to hollowing cheeks, to the angular juncture where the jawbone meets the neck, as if to say, let me warm you up, since I cannot make you any fatter, I can at least make you warm.
‘Did you find him?’ she asked, and it shocked her to hear that her voice was so small, as if something of it had been left in the night skies, caught by a Death Eater’s curse.
Remus shook his head. His temples were grey too, and she cursed herself for not being able to coax colour back into them. Love should have done that. It had for her, had turned her back into the rainbow-lustered creature who looked so wrong in mum’s neat living room, with its doilies and its aspidistra. Her childhood had been one of scolding, for chocolatey fingers on the chintzy arms of chairs and the coffee table broken when she tripped and fell over it.
‘Hagrid upended the entire lounge,’ mum had sniffed, when she’d returned - shaking and weary-eyed - from the Burrow. That could be easily translated, provided you were fluent in Andromeda Tonks, to Nymphadora, I’m so frightened.
‘Yeah, well, he’s massive, isn’t he?’ she had replied. That meant your sister tried to kill me. You have the same eyes.
And then she had sat in the dark, a mug of tea untouched before her, the milk turning to scum as it cooled. Her thoughts were nothing more coherent than flashes. Of green light. Of the set of Bill’s jaw, knotty scars running down it. Of Muggle towns twinkling below her like stars. Of the wobble in Mad-Eye’s jowls they all used to tease him about - on the easy days in the office, before there had been a war on - formed by the ready supply of chocolate biscuits in the staff kitchen. Of the way his face had been clenched - in the way you had to know him well to notice, but which, if you did, you knew meant he was worried - just before they’d risen from the ground into armageddon.
Almost as if he’d been expecting it.
She had sat, a picture-reel flickering in her mind, and waited for the scrape of a key in the door and the weary trudge of a man who should have been too young to be weary. Who should have bounced across the threshold to meet her, a bridegroom desperate to get home to his bride.
‘Did you find him?’
Remus shook his head. He was thin. When they lay in bed together, she could run her fingers up each bump in his spine, across each rib, along the hollows of his hip bones. Like an explorer, searching for something lovely in a wasteland, for a place where the sun shone upon pale stone. For a place where she could be the sun. Let me warm you up.
‘No,’ he said, and his voice was hoarse. He had obviously used up all the vigour he possessed to yell at Harry.
He walked to the sideboard and took out the whisky. Because he didn’t know that it wasn't the time to drink it, that it wasn't the booze they brought out in times of mourning. Because he was a stranger to the house, and that was why there was tension in every bone of mum’s hands when she passed him his morning coffee at their sunny little breakfast table, and that was why she looked at Tonks as though she had brought doom into their perfect world.
That’s vampires, mum. You don’t have to worry about inviting werewolves in, she had thought. What she had said was, ‘stop being so fucking prejudiced.’
‘Your father is making plans to flee,’ mum had replied, matter-of-factly, as if she said such things every day. ‘When the Dark Lord takes over. It will not be safe for him to remain here, not when there will be two wanted paramilitaries living in the house.’ She stirred a spoon through her tea, clinking it against the side of the mug. ‘We were left alone by him last time, of course. We kept our heads down. But you and Remus have put paid to that.’
And, for once, there had been no second meaning.
‘No,’ he said. He poured the whisky into a glass, his thin fingers tight around it, as though he was hoping it would shatter and rip through his flesh to the bone. He tossed his drink back. ‘No. The Death Eaters probably got there first.’
‘Oh.’
A muscle ticked in his jaw. She wanted to kiss him, to cup his face with her hands, to graze her teeth across his stubble and make him forget. She wanted to make him warm, to make him say that he loved her, to lie down with him and count the ladder of his vertebrae, and ignore for a few tender hours the fact that their days were running out. She wanted to pretend that their number had not become one fewer that night.
‘I’m going to bed,’ he said.
He pressed a kiss - lips closed and tight - to her cheekbone. And his skin was cold from his futile toil in the night air.
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clems-grove · 5 months
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Little do they know they will b friends and even brothers. FOREVAAA
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15-blade · 9 months
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spiritmoodboards · 1 month
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Moodboard for General Mandible (AntZ) manipulation/seemingly knowing everything/eyes/rusty red themes For @neverendingsuburbia :D Hope you like this a bunch!
Send an ask, we're open!! :)
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allyooops · 2 years
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Thanks for the suggestions!! Took the potential interests from that one post and ran with it xD Hope you like these imaginary babies!! Honestly, Riff is just too cute. Angry little fluffy bucket!
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sporesnmore · 1 year
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toacody · 2 months
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Bionicle Sentinel Carnivore MOC
So you made the defensive robot crave flesh... why?
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Creator: CISsuperdroid
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punkxpride · 11 months
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A new reference for one of my chrysluna kids! Mandible helps people with their nightmares (when xey're not giving them to people that is)
See more about Xem here
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th3b0neguy · 6 months
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I would love to hold my own mandible in my hand.
The fact that I can only hold my jaw through layers of flesh upsets me! Just let me cradle my own bones while I think about my place in the world.
I just want to hold my mandible and look at it and see how it’s shaped. I want to look at how the mandibles shape has changed from that of my ancestors and their ancestors
god just let me study bones already
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hookaroo · 8 months
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@cocohook38 also (I forgot)... Mandible!
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