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Arapaima (Arapaima gigas) skin detail

Photos by Pete Oxford

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another experimental art for Monroethelizard, this time a character design!

Website

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I made a new picture, you can look at it in other places.

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/atlchirico

https://bsky.app/profile/islands.bsky.social

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Six-Lined Racerunner for a $15 Ko-fi supporter

The Six-Lined Racerunner (Aspidoscelis sexlineatus) is a species of Whiptail Lizard (family Teiidae). Juveniles are known for having a blue-ish tail, which fades as they age. The species is named after the 6 yellow or green stipes found on the sides of the body, however one subspecies, the Prairie Racerunner (Aspidoscelis sexlineatus viridis), has a 7th stripe. (x, x, x)

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No I'm a bee I swear

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Drew this on to see how it would look last week. Honestly should have just sent it right then and there.

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lizard & bug

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First tattoo not on myself!! A little chicken claw for Kyle.

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Lurking pikes

Idun took shelter behind a large leaf. Screams echoed. She looked for the source. A grey horse with two riders, somehow far more conspicuous than the beast that had set his sights on it. He appeared such a natural part of the scenery; lumpy, ancient, and colossal.

Jotun. Taller than any building, with the wit of two pigeons in cahoots and the warmth of a glacier. They were horrid beings, a hodgepodge of all the murkiest, foulest parts of the forest, fixed onto a crude approximation of a human. A growl shook her to the core as he toyed with the horsemen. They tried to flee, but the creature was more nimble than he let on. He corralled them with a thin cane. The hunters put up a fight, but found arrows no match for thick hide and fur.

Idun pressed against a tree trunk, refusing to take her eyes off of the scene. Blood dripped down the Jotun’s chin, revealing why one horse carried two. The men’s screams grew more desperate, met with cruel amusement.

The Jotun doubled down, the whole forest reached a boiling point. He prepared to strike. He hesitated.

All of a sudden no birds sang, nor did bugs chirp. Even the wind took a break from rustling leaves. They stood like statues, trapped at the peak of action as the world fell silent around them. She couldn’t tell from which direction, or what it could even be, but she knew something was watching. She felt its eyes all over her.

Then a shadow emerged, as if it had willed itself visible. The Jotun froze, he had a scream on his face but could only choke out a stammer.

“What are you doing here?” the newcomer asked in a velvety voice. Another Jotun. He stood at least a head taller, circling his target like a lion. A single yellow eye, subtly flashing fangs. There was a metallic rattle. Barely audible, yet each pulse hit Idun in the gut like a brick.

“I have a right to be here,” he replied.

“Did you kill any animals, did you trample any plants?” he asked, grinning with deadened eyes.

“None of your business,” the Jotun sneered.

“Then that is your answer,”

The whole forest quaked. Idun shouted, covering her ears. Debris flew, and dust settled around a sprawling body. The horsemen seized the opportunity and fled, leaving her on her own. The challenger towered over the sight, licking blood from his claws as he caught his breath. He stood still for a minute, as if contemplating. He appeared rough, covered in dense muscle, long spines, scutes and fur. Where his left face should have been was only a cleave from lip to forehead, his eye a hollow under gnarly scars. Idun didn’t dare as much as blink. He wiped sweat from his brow, looked around, and left.

With that the birds came back to life, and the temperature seemed to go up by a few degrees. Idun couldn’t afford to relax just yet. She gripped around her belongings, too fearful to move.

Jotun weren't all just dumb and mean. Some were downright evil.

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goliath & scarab beetles

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The wonderful alien creations of Wayne Barlowe

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Men only having 3-in-1 shampoo in the shower is low hanging fruit.

Come back when you've been in a girl's shower and found nothing but Mane and Tail.

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I feel like House (the show) ending with House turning into a giant rat after injecting himself with experimental drugs to regrow his leg muscle would be very fitting.