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the dusky lory……sunset bird????? they literally look like a sunset. absolutely gorgeous
idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little
apples trees in winter snow
Seraph, fresco from the Ferapontov Monastery, 1495-1496.
5 of Wands
Angels and pomegranates
obsessed. also makes sense when you remember than butterflies drink blood
My cat has to wear a cone this week and it made me think of an angel whose halo is a cone.
Mooshroom and Mooblooms 🍄🌻
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oyster mushrooms!!!
Worlds Within: Pill Bug Terrarium
Bioluminescent mushrooms are just magical~ I hope to see these in real life one day :D In the meantime, I can dream and paint them instead.
last of the animal terrarium series~ I had to take a long break due to being super sick for a while but I’m so glad have to finished the 6 part series~ Thank you all who suggested which animals I should draw :D
kinda basic but a dragon shifter woman w scales and a tail and dragon eyes x vampire woman who fall in love, and nsfw if thats okay? the vampire is also queen of the vampire clan and the dragon is a cult escapee
also!! i forgot to add but the dragoness’s name is celant and the vampire queen’s name isviolet! thank you!!
Hope you actually remember sending this ask in!! Sorry it’s taken me so long to do. This was for the 10 free thank you stories in honour of the blog hitting 1000 followers. I’ve got two more left now, and you can find others here. Those requests are now closed.
Vampire Queen x Female Dragon Shifter (nsfw)
Violet laystretched out under an endless canopy of stars above. Her eyes, the irises sosubtly different from humans’, picked out colours of the spectrum no one elsehad access to, and she savoured – craved– these rare nights alone on the plain.
As far as even hereyes could see, the grasses blew, wafting and shifting, hissing, whispering thesecrets of the land and bringing with them the scents of the night. A haremoved quietly with barely a rustle; a fox stalked it. An owl glided on silentwings, seeking mice, and far enough away to maintain his respectful distance,her most faithful servant and bodyguard stood watch over her.
She had learned tobe alone with Endon in a way that she could with no one else.
Everyone assumedthat she would one day wed Endon, but she had no interest in men. Theirrelationship was closer to brother and sister, though he was ever deferentialto his queen.
As she lay on herback, Endon’s horse stamped a hoof and snorted, and the warder patted themare’s black neck. “Easy, Orchid,” he murmured, his voice deep and quiet as thenight itself.
Violet knew shewould have to return to the castle, to her duties, to her empire of the night,but just a few moments longer was all she could hope for.
Endon’s headsnapped around, his attention fixed on something to the east, and his sword wasout of its scabbard in a heartbeat, and Violet sat up, fingers pressing intothe grass.
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Changeling Boyfriend
Given that the town you live in is tiny and isolated, the amount of men you could court is awfully small. As the other girls begin growing into womanhood, the boys started to be snatched up faster than you can blink. Given that you had very little interest in marriage, much to your father’s chagrin, you ended up getting the leftovers of the pot when you were finally convinced to settle down.
It is not as though you don’t like any of the boys, you just don’t see how you can raise a family with them. Deciding who to spend the rest of your life with, for better or for worse, is no small task. Your mother calls you overly picky, but how can anyone blame you?
After quickly shifting through the others, you manage to start courting one of the Miller boys. Duncan has a mop of red curls, his skin peppered with countless freckles. He is a few inches taller than you, strong from carrying bags of grain to and fro, and has the most charming laugh. There is the slightest limp in his walk from an accident at the mill, barely noticeable to anyone who does not know him. Maybe not the most handsome of the town, but certainly reliable.
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tell me something nice
The point of this painting is mostly that anyone who tags my creepy angel beings as gender are extremely valid and correct
THE LAST OF MY OLD POSTER REMAKES this one took a while on account of “I forgot I was doing these”
It’ll definitely be a poster– will it be a foil poster someday? maybe. We’ll see if I remember to order it!
YE!!!!
Super proud of this one!!! ^w^ The eye crowns especially I really loved working on :D
eastern jack-o-lantern mushrooms (Omphalotus illudens) completely encircling the base of this giant northern red oak tree
Amazing day to night time-lapse of a Ghost fungus.
It has bioluminescent properties and is known to be found primarily in southern Australia and Tasmania
At the library I picked up Venomous by Christie Wilcox, a nonfiction book about venom, on a whim and holy shit. I just finished it. I’ve never torn through a non-fiction book this fast. Absolutely fucking amazing i am just reeling from the pure wonder and fascination and the absurd amounts of cursed knowledge
@sendhelpimstupid MY GOD I LOVE MUSHROOMS THIS LIT UP MY WEEK
Um hi yes, Uh I just drew this little mushroom spirit and I thought you might like it ;-; anyway hope you're having a good day okay bye
Oh my gosh they’re BEAUTIFUL!! HOLY MOLY the detail is stunning, and their expression is so soft and melancholy! And the little ghostly mushroom friends are flipping adorable!! You’re very talented! Thank you for sharing them with me!!
Behold, birds who have lost the ability to can!
Just kidding, guys. These birds are just trolling the hell out of ants. I really, really wanted to show you this clip of a Galapagos finch or something harassing the shit out of formica ants and then being all “Yes, yes, bathe me in your fury! Your chemical defenses are now my own! Mwahahahaha!”, but the closest thing I could find is this video of David Attenborough pissing off some wood ants. It was basically like that, only instead of an Englishman with a stick, it was a bird stomping around with its wings spread just being an absolute asshole about everything.
This behavior is actually called anting, and there are two types of anting that birds can engage in. One is just anting, where birds will rub ants all over themselves to get that precious, precious formic acid all up in their feathers. They’ll also do it with mothballs, cigarette butts, and certain sorts of beetles and millipedes. The other one is passive anting, where a particularly lazy bird will find an anthill and just flop down on it with all their feathers spread and puffed and annoy the ants until they hop to and try to make them leave, at which point the bird rubs its wings together and goes “Yeeeeeess.”
They do this to get rid of external parasites, because external parasites are annoying. Ant-eating birds who do this are getting a two-for deal out of it, because they get the ants to empty their acid sacs in a beneficial location (the bird’s feathers) and then get to eat them without having to deal with the acid in their crops, so it’s basically like if your bug-spray or deoderant came in a bacon bottle.
Formica ants get the brunt of this, because they’re super-common and quite frequently spray the acid instead of trying to inject it, so the bird can get itself doused and then preen it into its feathers. Considering the spraying of acid is like the ant way of saying “Oh my god go away you dickhead I hate you we all hate you why are you still here jesus christ what is wrong with you,” we can be reasonably sure that they’re not super-thrilled by this bird behavior. Since the birds keep doing it, we can be reasonably sure that they don’t care about the ants’ feelings.
