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borzoilover69 · 1 month
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I like when people draw him with just the glasses and no visible pupils. Like the facade is so strong you cant see into the windows of his soul aka the most sincere parts of him. Constant smile except when he feels just a LITTTLE silly.
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teethands · 2 months
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little snapshots of a mod i have been working on for a few days, cenozoicraft, understandably based around adding cenozoic animals to the minecraft world along with neolithic tools. its heavily based around hunting and utilizing animal parts. most of what is here is tamable and rideable with fun little taming mechanics, so dont expect to be able to waltz up to a smilodon. more to come soon
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alisaint · 5 months
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SNOWJANUS — PREDATOR x PREY; IT WAS ALWAYS GOING TO END THIS WAY.
[1] Sejanus pulled up short. “You never miss a beat, do you? I remember that from school. Watching you watch other people. Pretending you weren’t. And choosing the moments you weighed in so carefully.”
[2] “I don’t have time for explanations. Right now the Plinth brat’s loose in the arena with a pack of wolves. If they see him, they’ll kill him on the spot.”
[3] Sejanus had arrived on the school playground ten years ago, a shy, sensitive boy cautiously surveying the other children with a pair of soulful brown eyes much too large for his strained face.
[4] [Coriolanus] thought of people putting a price on her. With her long, pointed nose and skinny body, Tigris was no great beauty, but she had a sweetness, a vulnerability that invited abuse.
[5] “You could send in some Peacekeepers,” Coriolanus said. “And have [Sejanus] bolt like a rabbit?” she scoffed. “Imagine that for a moment, the Peacekeepers trying to chase him down in the dark. No, we’ll have to lure him out, as uneventfully as possible, so we’ll need people he cares about. He can’t stand his father, no siblings, no other friends. That leaves you and his mother.”
[6] Maude Ivory bent over his ear and whispered, “Don’t let him around Sejanus. He’s sweet, and Billy Taupe feeds on sweet.”
[7] He padded across the dirt, channeling the circus wildcats he had seen here as a boy. Fearless, and powerful, and silent. [Coriolanus] knew he must not spook Sejanus, but he needed to get close enough to converse.
[8] As they passed him, Coriolanus locked eyes with Sejanus, and all he could see was the eight-year-old boy on the playground, the bag of gumdrops clenched in his fist. Only this boy was much, much more frightened. Sejanus’s lips formed his name, Coryo, and his face contorted in pain. But whether it was a plea for help or an accusation of his betrayal he couldn’t tell.
[9] Coriolanus buried his face in his hands. He had killed Sejanus as surely as if he’d bludgeoned him to death like Bobbin or gunned him down like Mayfair. He’d killed the person who considered him his brother. But even as the vileness of the act threatened to drown him, a tiny voice kept asking, What choice did you have? What choice? No choice.
[10] Poor Sejanus. Poor sensitive, foolish, dead Sejanus.
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bonesmarinated · 2 years
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Burner Of Ships No One Sadness One Who Return From Travel Serpent Passing Across
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puppetmaster13u · 7 months
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Thinking about Bruce’s cousin Kate Kane in the xeno AU, and just, I am obsessed with the idea of her continuously taking care of the yautja that try to enter the Gotham area to try and hunt her family. And just, her slowly gathering technology and weapons and them working together to figure out how each of them works. 
Like she is still completely human but like hell is anyone going to hurt her family, adopted or not. The bats are already stealthy, she’s already stealthy and is one of the few to use guns, so combine that with alien stealth technology and plasma weapons? Not much is going to survive her anger.
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Just found out electric eels a) technically aren't eels, they're just fish that look like eels and b) swim in a special way that make them extremely fast swimmers (with average speeds of 62 mph)
So anyway, merperson au where the speedsters are electric eels
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findafight · 1 year
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Okay I love the daemon aus floating about and whilst I have no formal knowledge on the subject, I think there's a lot of potential for Steve's Daemon to be a lion.
And how it would contribute to what people view him as. Lions are creatures we know, familiar but exotic to Indiana. Steve walks around the halls with nearly five hundred pounds of muscular lion beside him, full mane brushing his fingers. King of the Jungle... King Steve. Steve "The Hair". He's a predator, he's dangerous, he's just like his daemon.
But they're also a communal species that live in prides. They take care of each other, need each other. That's also Steve. He's not subtle and doesn't try to be with his affection. Lions do the cat forehead bumps and social licking too and I think that's so sweet.
listen I'm just blasting off ideas I just thing Steve the hair harrington with a daemon with iconic mane and that's capable of ripping out an antelope's throat is something that could be explored idk
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degendad · 1 month
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Crazy how I can be depressed and still horny.
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whatudottu · 1 year
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New OC time, and for every person to call him an animal Wrau adds another tally to his shit list-
Ough fuck my hand broke
#wrau#vulpimancer#oc#ben 10 oc#ben 10#fanart#it was a very interesting challenge to make wrau look pissed without eyes but i couldn’t use human standards#i looked at angry dogs to reference a more canindea face to snarl with- especially since adult vulpimancers (outside of ben 10k) go lipless#(or perhaps are a particular clade but i like the lipless look)#i hope he looks pissed enough he’s going to beat the shit out of you#it’s hard to come up with alien names when literally all vulpimancer characters are unnamed save for hero titles#so i decided to based wrau’s name off of a transliterated text of the sound that his name is#(by looking up what ‘woof’ is in different languages and just mixing and matching consonants and vowels)#on vulpin he goes solo and just fucks around in the numerad of intergalactic junk piles#real nasty places that tend to be avoided because sharp twisted metal and obscured vision does not mix well#that and the obvious ‘there is nothing of value here’ plants don’t grow here animals don’t graze here there is nothing to live off of#vulpinic tortugans have been here a while and have done some stuff with engineering and mechanics but not as good as the tortugan settlers#who were the ones who got stuck on vulpin in the FIRST PLACE#so while vulpimancers don’t desire nor feel the need to develop technology as a whole they’re apex predators already#(no i will not be debating their predator status- considering their teeth they have a varied diet if not a generalist species)#wrau wants to flip the bird to everyone else in the universe that turned his country into a landfill and forced his folk out of their land#they already gotta share with the weirdly hot mini towns of the tortugan who still have their eyes in the pitchblack planet#as a note: wrau is a weirdo and weirdo vulpimancers who metaphorically look to the stars are really just out to prove something#it’s just that wrau specifically is anger incarnate even to the baseline irritation of interplanetary vulpimancers#who feel the universal perspective of vulpin in its entirety weigh on their shoulders and only their own#as even vulpinic tortugan cannot speak for them for they are a descendent species of the KNOWN tortugan noted for old planetary colonisation#yeet that’s a tag ramble an d i have no idea how cohesive that is yeet
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kirby-the-gorb · 1 year
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rabbitmotifs · 9 months
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youve got your wolf coded tyler your dog coded narrator and now im saying its RABBIT coded marla singer. themes of sensuality of femininity... symbols of rebirth...
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halcarols · 3 months
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me and my mutually unrequited psychosexual polycule with my evil alter ego. and my other evil alter ego
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nemofil · 11 months
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nightlights to cope because 1. i think nightcat is really pretty and deserves everything in the world and 2. my slug children
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isaacathom · 4 months
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ooh, also, i had a fun dream last night
essentially, me and a group of friends are dealing with vampires, and are going to need to infiltrate a big party being held by a fuck ton of them. the plan we come up with is to impersonate a family who have been invited, which involves a bunch of strange stuff.
notably, i am playing the role of a woman called Josephine Brumont, wife of the other older vampire (played by a guy in our group that i have 0 romantic interest in), and who is a belgian expat (wallonia specifically, i suppose). this is something of a problem, as i am definitely not belgian, and my french is abysmal. but im the only person in the group who can possibly play josephine, so josephine i am.
we arrive just on the stroke of 10, having had an ordeal to get there in our disguises. and now that we're there, we find out what the party is really about - solving some murder than occured recently. the host had invited everyone who was a suspect, plus the +1s and so on that would make this seem normal. uhoh!!!
we're each one by one interrogated by the host. I manage to bumble my way through my interrogation, explaining my 'improved english' to the work of my dear and patient husband, and having the answers to questions bc we were quite possibly actually involved in the murder. unclear.
i'm then asked a question that i, isaac, would have no way of knowing, but josephine would know in a heartbeat. my "husband" is like 'oh shit oh fuck'. but lo! i have a lil psychic vision, and im able to explain exactly what josephine was doing at a given time. im released from talking.
that question was meant as a trap, and because i passed, they dont give a shit about me anymore. but some other guy isnt buying it. something up with me. when the lights briefly go out, he attacks me. surprising him considerably, im able to fight him off, flinging the knife he attacked me with away towards the table of refreshments, and berating him for daring to lay a hand on me in such a fashion. he gets dragged off. the vibes suggest he may have been the actual killer, but its not important.
however, i didnt fight him off that well. he stabbed him in the back, in a spot that gets hidden by my long hair (a wig?) and my shawl.
the dream at this point has what i call a 'remix' moment, where it happens close enough to being awake that i can choose to redo it. in the first version, i go up to my "husband" and inform him of The Injury, and beg him to actually turn me into a vampire so i dont die from it. there an argument, which doesnt get the chance to resolve, but i assume involves the fact we're in public and turning me now would reveal that i was human initially. problematic, yknow.
in the second version, i completely hide the injury from everyone, including from my friends, because i know vampires dont bleed. if i reveal that im bleeding, well. so i hide it, get by on adrenaline for a while. for some reason or another, our group get found out (NOT because of me, as far as i can tell) and we are forced to flee to the fancy car we drove here, and we speed off into the night.
its in the backseat of the car, with the member of my group that i'm closest to, that they found out about the successful stabbing.
in my musings later, i decided part of the reason they didnt realise i was actually injured (other than ~exceptional acting~) was that when i threw away my assailants dagger, it hit the punch bowl full of blood on the refreshments table, so that when anyone spots the bloody dagger, they assume its from the spilt bunch, not from Me, Josephine Brumont, 100% Real Vampire.
the later musings also had my friend in the backseat turning me into a vampire when it became unavoidably clear that we were not going to make it to a hospital in time for me to not actually bleed the fuck out, making it the only way to save ya bois life ✌ booyeah
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assorted-aesthetics · 8 months
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hey. hey. im gonna sound crazy as fuck here and that's fine. but what if it's called the mother goddess statue not because it's mother to the other smaller statues, but because it guards the grave of sonia. mother of hylia.
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