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moldspace · 1 year
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mouseinsweater · 4 months
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wanted to do a @moldspace animal for some fun blockbench practice and i couldnt help but make the tarasque
(apologies for the weird flickering on the gif, blockbench does that with models with a lotta color variation LOL)
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achilles is a total bro
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fauchart · 7 months
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GRIEF
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Tarasque learns of the Papas' demise
It's brutal news, especially with Primo having been his biggest anchor since his very first days in the Ministry.
Dewdrop's words will stick - as the head of security, he should have known, should have done something, should have stuck with them every single minute just in case, he thinks. Doesn't matter that the very top of the Church made sure no word got out until the deed was done. Made sure nobody who would try to stop things would be around.
Also, ever wondered why Dewdrop's horn fell off on-stage one time? Yeah, that's why :] It held on a while but had to break eventually after sustaining so much damage and suffering Dewdrop's headbanging and jumping around during shows.
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Tarasque procession in Tarascon, Provence region of France
French vintage postcard, mailed in 1907 to Paris
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khanidae · 8 months
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THE TARASQUE
For @ardate :>
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fallbabylon · 2 years
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In Tarascon Art & History Museum the Tarasque takes centre stage of folkloric importance. 
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mythicmayhemcomic · 11 months
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Mythic Mayhem will be a smidge delayed until Saturday, so to make up for it here's a beastie preview.
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philoursmars · 3 months
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L'année du Dragon arrive !
Une longue série de dragons arrive... Ici, des dragons baroques, classiques et apparentés...
Versailles, le Bassin du Dragon
Rome, Piazza del Popolo
Marseille, MuCEM - limonaire - Paris, 1909
Tarascon - la Tarasque
Arras, musée des Beaux-Arts- expo Versailles - le Dragon du Labyrinthe
Louvre-Lens, expo "Les Tables du Pouvoir" - aiguière - Brésil, 17ème s.
idem, expo "Animaux fantastiques" - Jean Gargot - "La Grand Goule" - Abbaye Sainte-Croix de Poitiers, 1677
idem - Hendrick Goltzius, gravure d'après Cornelis Cornelisz - "Le Dragon dévorant les compagnons de Cadmos" - Haarlem, 1588
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vigoburrito · 1 year
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So, I’ve been working on a St. Martha and the Tarasque retelling here and there... 
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moldspace · 9 months
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another take on the tarasque - trying out the technique of using a stain over my usual underglaze to bring out texture
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castorrel · 1 year
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The Tarasque for my friend is done! Added a few drops of blood as per their wishes after to make it more monstruous. It was a lot of fun to do!!
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ardate · 7 months
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Since you've sent me a ranking, allow me to send you one - three favorite legendary creatures?
Oh man that's a tough one, I sure love creechur. But (mario voice) here we go!
1- The Tarasque.
Such an absurd creature, an ancient pre-christian gallic myth that survived all this time, with the story of its demise still being celebrated in the original village where it supposedly happened to this day? Very difficult for me not to be completely entranced by this strange beast and having my heart filled with affection for it.
I mean. Just look at it. ♥
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2- Dragons
Though the Tarasque technically is a dragon, I do have to add them to that list, the more common ones people think of when they hear that name.
It's an undying classic, powerful and classy, and you can absolutely never go wrong with those beasts. They always slap. Never fails.
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3- The Monkfish (or Sea Monk)
I'm just. I'm fucking. Biaised towards that poor pathetic creature. Like. I mean. Just look at this fucking thing.
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This is a monk fish. It was supposedly found somewhere in the 1500s. Apparently it does fill some sort of ecclesiastic role to bless the mermaids down there or something. Like I'm being straight up this is what they said back then. THis is so fucking funny to me. My friends and I found out about it in a book about sea myths on a vacation and we cried laughing at him for the whole week we were there and now he's legitimately our symbol.
I'm talking 'printing a flag with this goddamn drawing on it' symbol. Taking this flag wherever we go and putting it up proudly like we're the monkfish nation.
Monkfish truthers rise up. We out there.
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wodeworm · 9 months
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Tarasque 𝕾𝕸𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖙 6
The vulgar offspring of Leviathan and the Bonnacon, The Tarasque is a legendary dragon that terrorized the southern regions of France. Said to be, fatter than a bull, longer than a horse, the face of some perverse feline, with teeth and spines like swords, fowl abyssal quality's, a greasy matted mane sat a top its horrid mound of bulk and scale, A torrential miasma of rancid gas, venoms and flame would endlessly discharge out of its gaping maw, tainting the very essence of a thing . all manner of weapon or battlement would be rendered lame in its presence, its otherworldly rampages leaving mounds of viscera and tainted reality in it wake. A holy woman that bore witness to grand miracles had been charged by the people of the land to deliver them from this great plague, she confronted the dragon, caught devouring one final victim, she doused it with sacred waters. its breath extinguished. and held up a effigy, the monster was instantly subdued. it meekly lumbered up to the woman like a lamb. She promptly slipped her belt around its neck and gently led it back to the village.
The people couldn’t believe their eyes, woman was leading the Tarasque toward them. They were filled with fear and hatred and immediately began pelting stones and spears. But its impenetrable shell still rendered their assaults worthless, the now docile beast offered no retaliation. The people had such hostility toward the monster who had killed their neighbors and livestock, they relentlessly summoned all manner of hex and curse upon the beast, for all the pain they thought was owed. The poor creature whose character had been completely changed stricken by endless dread and shame fell into its own maw.
let your loathing die with the loathsome, lest ye become a Tarasque!
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Tarasque procession in Tarascon, Provence region of France
French vintage postcard, mailed in 1912
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evolutionsvoid · 9 months
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The first thing to note is that the Tarasque is not a True Dragon, as it is a mammal and thus completely out of the realm of belonging to that family. I know that will upset some folk, but that is how classifications work! Despite their scaled parts and intimidating shell, they are not reptiles, and thus not True Dragons. As I said, they are a mammal species, one that possesses a bulky, spiky shell, a wicked long tail and six legs. I will also point out that having six limbs does not automatically make you a True Dragon either, which is insane that I have to argue against that idea. Some folk have gotten it into their heads that only real dragons have six limbs: your four legs, two wings scenario. They will prattle on and on about differences between dragons, wyverns, wyrms, and what not, all on the basis of how many appendages they have. Oh, is it that easy then? Well, has anyone notified the ants yet of their apparent dragonhood? What of the beetles? Or shall I say, beetle dragons?! Goodness, why don't I graft myself two extra arms onto myself and become a dragon! It's that easy! What a load of rot. If we followed such guidelines, the whole classification system would be in shambles. May I remind you that not all True Dragons actually have six limbs? Some only have four, or two, or even none at all! You may think this impossible, as how can a classified group such as this have such wild variation, but my I point your attention to the lizards. Lizards can have four or two or no legs, this is because they are either lost or extremely reduced. Same thing is what has happened to the True Dragons, starting with six and then whittling it down as they have split and adapted to new ecosystems and lives. Now I must cease this discussion now before it consumes the entire entry! Now where were we?
The Tarasque is quite the beast, with its appearance making it very obvious on why it has been included in so many legends and tales. They walk upon six, clawed limbs, carrying a massive spiked shell on their back. Their whole body hangs with shaggy green hair, making it look like they dress themselves with grass or swamp weeds. Their tail is long and prehensile, able to strike like a serpent with its wicked point. The head is horned and ends with a feline muzzle. Some folk think it looks like an absolute monster, while others believe it was cobbled together from random leftover parts. Turtle shell, lion head, snake-like tail and what not. No matter what you feel, the Tarasque is a real creature, and it can be found in temperate climates, particularly around forests and water bodies. Rivers, lakes and ponds are favorites, and typically one Tarasque will claim an entire pond to itself, or large portions of a lake or river. When they find a good place to call home, they dig holes in the ground to act as their nest, or perhaps claim a nearby cave. The hole isn't anything impressive compared to what most people think, just a round chunk of missing earth where they can rest themselves so only the shell is exposed. They will do the same in water, lying in the shallows with only their shell and nose poking out. Though they are massive and bulky, they are quite slow. Tarasques do not believe in doing anything fast. Or at least 90% of the Tarasque thinks so.   
When you lay your eyes upon the Tarasque, one shudders to think what they eat. Such a fearsome look and size must mean a vicious appetite! Only knights and virgins for this beast, they will eat nothing else! I really don't know why legends write like that, it is really weird. Human tales would make you believe there is a whole swathe of animals on this earth that eat nothing but fair maidens. They partake in virgophagy! I am sure there is some kind of hidden message or subtext to all this, but I can't (or refuse to) wrap my head around it. No, Tarasques are omnivores, and not very picky ones at that. Anything they can get their claws on is good enough. Or rather, whatever their tail can take down. Though the beast is slow, their tail moves at a different speed then the rest of them, moving like an angry snake and striking as if it had fangs. It writhes and dances through the air, guided by the nose and ears, waiting for prey to get close. Since they move so slow and hide in water, they blend in with their environment, allowing thirsty creatures to come to them. When prey gets close, the tail whips forward and jabs them. If the prey is small, they will probably die from impalement, but if they are big, they will flee with a simple flesh wound.
It should be noted that the tail of the Tarasque has no venom glands, yet it is poisonous. The Tarasque's mouth drips with poison, with it riding on their very breath. They frequently anoint their own tails with it, which is capable of absorbing this toxin and saving it for the hunt. Prey that is pierced by them shall fall victim to this poison, perishing within the hour. At that point, the Tarasque follows the trail and scent to its fallen prey and enjoys! In some cases, if the head of the animal is close to where the Tarasque is hiding, they may simply rise up and belch out a poison cloud. When they inhale it, the effects work fast and cause prey to stumble and falter. This is typically enough for it to rise from its resting position and finish the job with tooth and claw. 
It should be noted that they don't always hunt food like this, as sometimes the Tarasque is open to easier meals. Scavenging carcasses is an option, as well as munching on fallen fruits nuts or whatever they can dig up with their claws. When in water, they often scour the bottom for any goodies buried in the muck. It is jokingly said that their diet of muddy lake plants, fish and carcasses is what makes their breath so deadly. A joke more fitting for a cockatrice, I would say, but that's just me ruining the fun. 
The tails and teeth are not just for hunting, but for protecting itself and its territory. Tarasques stake out large chunks of forest and river, and they don't like any other sizeable beast getting in their way. If another Tarasque comes poking around, their anger is terrifying to behold. They rise from the water like some kind of leviathan, their spikes changing to a violent red, and they let out a powerful roar. The two will do battle, trading claw swipes, tail stabs and crushing bites until a victor is decided. Whoever wins gets the spot, and the other must limp off in defeat. This nature is also why Tarasque are so infamous and feared, as they aren't the only species that wants these waters. Fisherman, traders and recreational boaters will find that a Tarasque is an ornery landlord that won't hesitate to take you out if you disturb them. They are particularly troublesome when it comes to rivers, because folks upstream can easily float down into Tarasque territory without knowing it. It may be smooth sailing for miles and hours at end, but then you unknowingly hit the one section of river that has a waiting Tarasque and that ominous shell begins to rise up before you. Tarasques that are infamous in certain regions can be easily identified by their scarred shells, where it is obvious that no claw did this, but rather the impact of a boat as the beast attacked the intruder. They typically capsize boats by getting in their path or ramming them, then use tail, tooth and claw to finish off floundering passengers. Those who seek to slay them will face heavy armor, thick fur and a poisonous breath. Don't think you can easily out maneuver them, because that tail makes up for their slow pace. You wouldn't believe how many stories have slayers on horseback thinking they can run circles around the creature, only to have their horse killed with a tail stab and the fallen riders instantly being shredded by horrible claws. It makes for a terrifying tale, but a frustrating one too.
Despite their anger and terrible appearance, Tarasque are rather smart animals. They may not exude this intelligence constantly, but they have been shown to learn and recognize. Most notably, they appear to remember people and smells, and create associations with it. While the stories love to paint them as vicious monsters, there are some local folk who claim that they can use the waters of the nearby Tarasque without incident. If one visits these territories enough and do not disturb the beast, it may not perceive them as a threat. If one brings offerings of food, then that is even better! Some fishermen say that they always share their catch with the Tarasque, which allows them to fish their waters in peace. Other villages see them as guardians of the water, preventing evil and outsiders from ruining this resource. Further study has indeed shown that Tarasques can recognize individuals and form these bonds. It seems their territorial nature is not triggered by human-sized beasts, but said creatures in a large boat does push that over the line. Once you get inside a sizeable vessel, you now look like something bigger and more intimidating, which causes them to attack. This is unfortunate, because you can easily see how things go wrong here. Locals live around Tarasque territory in peace, with no incident, but then someone blunders in with a boat or no respect of boundaries and angers the beast. It kills them and suddenly we have calls for slayers to do their job. It doesn't help that water is kind of a big deal for a lot of folk. You can't just leave these places alone, people need to eat, drink and live! As the number of people and dryads go up, so does the expansion towards any unclaimed body of water, which probably has a Tarasque in it, which means problems could arise. Do I blame anyone for this? No, I can't. Okay, well actually, in some scenarios I can. I have heard stories of rich idiots looking to hunt these creatures for the clout, and then they die horribly and suddenly the whole family tree wants revenge. Utter nonsense, all of it. 
These encounters and attacks give the Tarasque a fearsome reputation, when they can actually be pretty reasonable under the right circumstances. A peace can be made, we just have to put in the efforts to do it! But since enough people have died and enough fishing businesses have had their bottom lines ruined by an ornery Tarasque, there are plenty of stories to go around about how horrible and monstrous they are. So much so, that I have heard some takes of this species being that they are these ultimate monstrosities of pure destruction, abominations destined to devour the whole world. Where do people come up with this stuff?! Is this why people want to tie them to dragons? To just hate them more?! It's like a gall in my side! Some folk need to find more productive things to do with their words!
Now some may say, "well don't worry, Chlora, there are a bunch of other stories about Tarasques being nice and reasonable! I am sure that off sets the damage, right?" I appreciate the comforting words, but I don't think they do enough to really sway the public on this. Also, I know what story you all are thinking off. Of the fair maiden who befriended an angry Tarasque that was terrifying a nearby village. Thing was killing and eating fishermen and travelers who boated on the river, and she tried to put a stop to it. Went out there on her lonesome to bring it offerings of food and kindness. Took a while, but she eventually developed a bond with it. Legend says they were such a close pair that she actually led it into town to show the people how peaceful it had now become. The townsfolk responded to this by stoning and spearing the creature to death. When it died without fighting back, the folk wept over the tragedy and their hearts changed that day. Folks point to this tale to show how people can be swayed, and that eventually the fearful folk will learn the true nature of this beast. I look to this tale and think it would be a more heartwarming story if they changed their minds before they beat the poor thing to death.  
Chlora Myron
Dryad Natural Historian
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More dragons! Or "dragons," shall we say. Well, here it is "dragons," but I am sure in others it is dragon. You know what I mean!
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