today we are going to learn about horses
horse fact 1: horses are partially exoskeletal
horse fact 2: horses are partially trees
horse fact 3: got frogs in em
these are all the facts we have about horses.
“Remember, we don’t leave until we catch that clam and rescue me dollar!”
Matias hatred of humans is extreme and the only people who have ever been able to get him to spare a human's life, are his daughter and grandson.
And no that doesn't mean they convince him humans are anything other than vermin and food, it just means he respects Eimear and Archie and his love of them is greater than his hatred of humanity.
Hence why threats to their lives and well being set him off the deep end and into such a feral rage.
Stray Child Continued
What a wonderous experience! A friendly golem and one that could communicate! They normally were silent guardians strolling around towns, uninterested in anything that didn't involve protecting their Villagers.
"I can understand you, good sir. Who were those strangers back there? They seemed to want this little one and I don't think it was for benevolent purposes." Matias cast a glare over his shoulder even though they were long gone.
"There were three of them but I think I smelled a fourth, someone they had interacted with a short while ago."
'I see...' The Golem signed 'I do not know of those three... But if they were friendly, I would not be here... My summoner is Orchid the cleric. She has gray skin like you... She can summon me if she needs assistance or I would summon myself if she was unable to protect herself...' the golem stopped and realized 'Sorry... Where are my manners... My name is George.'
"George is a nice name!" Matias said, still getting over his unease. The baby was so happy and content, chewing on the offered flowers.
"And it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Matias, I come from a far off land. Camping in the area and doing some...er...hunting." He left out what he had been trying to find, he did not wish to experience a strike from George.
Particles began to gather around the baby though, crackles and sparks of magic emitted all around her, and then there was a small yet flashy explosion!
What the hell?!? Had...had the baby EXPLODED?? Matias fell onto the ground in a daze, and felt his back give out.
"Ohh... My head...." A female voice came from the dissipating smoke. "... What happened?" She was holding her head as George worried over both Illagers...
The Pillager shook his head, trying to settle his senses. There was a grown Illager woman in place of the infant! She was equally confused and was completely unfamiliar. Who had cursed her to be a child? Who was she with? Oooh no, his hip and back had been aggravated by the blast and fall.
"My dear, what tribe are you from?" He grumbled, straining to sit up. "My name is Matias Ironheart, I'm from the clan of Dragon's Maw. My apologies, these old bones aren't what they used to be."
forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again
love letters, victoria chang
Ben's very existence along with that of his monster Sanctuary would anger plenty of vampire hunters and others like them.
But there's literally nothing they can do about it! Unless they want the protective magic to explode them or turn them into one of the things they hunt. The latter also curses them to be forever hunted and hated by their families and friends and organizations they're a part of.
The world will see no value in them, just how they see no value in the monsters they hunt.
A delicious type of karmatic justice.
The three different versions of Adrian. It’s still him but from different alternate worlds
Left- Pillager!Adrian (Never left to become an illusioner. Just stayed with the pillagers who saved him after his exile (also at 14))
Middle- Mercenary!Adrian (Stayed in the mansion but that like broke him. He ran away and eventually became a mercenary)
Right- Canon!Adrian (Gets exiled at 14, gets saved by pillagers, goes on to become a very powerful illusioner) (this is what canonically happens to him)
Another (rough) #paleostream sketch
Capromeryx, a small pronghorn, resting between the antlers of a giant Cervalces.
The word "small" here is doing a lot of heavy lifting. These guys were tiny. We're talking about an animal that comes up to about knee-height.
Imagine a dik-dik, but a dik-dik that's more closely related to giraffes than to other artiodactyls. That's Capromeryx.
It's true, here you have Capromeryx next to a Californian turkey, which was just a tiny bit larger than the modern turkey. Both have been found in the La Brea tar pits.
On a cold day Matias is sleeping under a blanket, completely covered. Its an enchanted traveler one that emits soothing heat without being overwhelming. It relieves his aches and pains and he rumbles happily in his sleep, unaware he is doing so.
An exhausted and delirious Hero is walking along and sees the mass in the shadows and hears the purring noise. A cat?! He had found a huge cat! He goes up and lays on the on the feline, headache reduced significantly from this wonderful find. The other animals at his base wouldn't be happy but too bad! He would take this amazing find home!
"Awww, where's your cute face?" Hero reaches in and feels a face, but it's hairless aside from fluffy, bristly eyebrows. Face was also not cat shaped either. It was an Illager! Hero throws himself off as it stirs and yawns, getting out of sight just as it rises to its feet. Now it was snuffling around for him...oh gods.
Matias was wide awake and hungry, smelling his favorite food but unable to find it; hindered by the wind that was now blowing away. He crouched in the tall grass and waited, going completely silent after acting like he was walking off.
Some minutes later the human emerges from hiding but doesn't feel safe. Out of the corner of his eye he notices something large moving stealthily towards him, like a lion. It stopped when he looked in the direction and didn't advance.
The Pillager was feeling his age this day, otherwise he would have attacked by now. His back, knee, and shoulder were particularly stiff and he needed to get closer in order to score a meal. The human looked swift and was primed to run for it. Matias melted into the brush more, hoping the human would turn his back at least for another moment. Oh how he longed for his youthful days...
But the human was onto him and backed away without turning around. Damn! Matias growled in frustration. He did have his crossbow! And was an excellent shot. He jumped up, staggering as he felt his back twinge sharply and lunged for his weapon. Unfortunately his pause from the agony was all time the human needed. It was off like a deer, loping up the hill and out of sight.
A tree trunk suffered that day as Matias took out his rage at losing upon the wood, raking it with his claws, biting it, and hitting it with his throwing ax. Now with splinters to tend to, he slumped to the ground, regretting his outburst. He would head home in a few hours, after another good nap. The blanket calmed the pain from the punched nerve and allowed the old beast to settle down quickly. Soon his eyes were closed and the rumble started up again.
He would be mortified if he found out what he sounded like, but his nap was too deep for him to realize the serious lapse in intimidation.
So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.
Not sure what’s going on right now over in Conservative World, but it’s a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch from “Oh no! The left is sexualizing our children!” to “Oh no! The left is asexualizing our children!”
It’s a reminder, I guess, that they’re coming for all of us. The fash and the white supremacists will not make nice distinctions between the queers when they put us up against the wall. There is no gatekeeping, no label-policing, no purity-purging and no assimilation that any of us can do that will save us. They want us dead, and while they’ll start with whoever is most vulnerable at any given time, they’ll get around to all of us eventually.
Queer solidarity means all of us because the fash are coming for all of us.
All Dividers are Feds. Stand united or die separately.
ANYONE who is trying to divide our community is a fucking Fed. That includes other queers who like to argue about who is and isn’t “allowed” in our community.
Sorry to everyone who’s enjoyed the last 130 years of science and culture journalism, but Disney needs the money to fund Toy Story 9
Tapped out creatively, physically and emotionally. Can shit stop happening for one fucking day so I can DRAW AGAIN.
