#Hairless Bat

[loveisinthebat]

Oh no, Him Nakey

[transgender-chiroptera]

Hi, I really love your art, always so so happy to see accurate batties on my dash! Such variety in Chiroptera and so few artists seem to utilize it </3

But, I digress. Would love to see a greater naked bat (Cheiromeles torquatus) if it interests you; you'd probably be the first! They're so friend-shaped

I love these silly guys too :3

Also I couldn't agree more! Most bat art is just nebulously long-eared bats or vaguely vampire bat-ish, but i love them all for their specific charms and my art is all very heavily referenced so they actually look like what they're meant to be!

[cvst3r]

☆ . My theriotypes

[see-arcane]

You know, while not particularly an accurate adaptation by any means I do appreciate that The Last Voyage of the Demeter stayed true to the overall themes of the novel.

…considering how it ends and assuming he actually lives long enough to run into them, how do you think Clemens would play off the OG protags?

I already theorized that, if even partially aligned with canon, what's left of Clemens is likely to end up in a washbowl of bloodied water within Dracula's Piccadilly house

But! That could be anyone's blood. So, in the timeline where Clemens lives, I think Mina would immediately lock onto him for interviewing and transcribing reasons. Give Her the Demeter Details Exclusive 📝

He would have to endure at least one (1) solid hour of monologuing from Van Helsing regarding his bravery and ingenuity and manfulness, as is right

Jack gets a new crush

Jonathan and Clemens become their own Trapped with Dracula PTSD support group

Quincey laments to him that all he got to do was shoot the old bat in the ass, Clemens' work sounds far more impressive

Arthur 'All My Loved Ones (and Soon One of My Best Friends) are Dead' Holmwood is just happy to have another ally/new friend in the Drac Attack Pack

[ohmaerieme]

silly hcs for my silly little hocotatian design.....

[deathpowerphantomjester5110]

[dancingbugs]

My niece's new kitten is such a trip.

[localvoidcat]

ill consult the masses for this one. what animals would adam and jonah be

[cuntftmtf]

Hey, it takes cis men 20 years to grow a beard. You've got 18 more before you need to worry!

that is true and i try to keep that in mind, thanks anon <3

[loveisinthebat]

What a Skrungle

[transgender-chiroptera]

I NEED YOUR TOP FIVE BATS!!!!!

mine are:

1. Spectral Bat (cool ass carnivore)

2. Brown Long-Eared Bat (look at those ear!!! hear so good)

3. Tomes's sword-nosed bat (sniff sniff)

4. Hondura White Bat (So fluffy, so small....)

5. Pied butterfly bat (better parents then pandas)

6. Every other Bat species not listed here!!!!!!

YEAAHHH GOOD PICKS!!!! Top five... tough ass question. Let's see.

Common Pipistrelle

2. Common Vampire Bat

all of the following ones change depending on the day okay dskjds

3. Hairless Bat

4. Wahlberg's Epauletted Fruit Bat

5. Gould's Wattled Bat

6. Pallid bat

7. I LOVE BATS ALL BATS THEYRE SO COOOOOOLLLLLL

Had to mention the pallid tho because I made my current dnd character a non canon fursona which is a pallid. I am bringing this up because I am obsessed with him. Here is is under the cut sorry.

my brain is full of worms and they shout POST ARCHY TALK ABOUT ARCHY POST ARCHY and i go 'okay' and then do it. sorry for adding him to your ask skdjldslj.

[machveil]

do you think könig is the type of guy who can’t get it up if your pussy is shaved/waxed?

I think König is the type of guy who can’t get it down

CW: Fem!Reader, pubic hair, oral mention (fem!recieving)

first of all, he’s just happy you’ll let him touch you down there to begin with, lets be real. confident, cocky Colonel? yes, confident, cocky civilian? absolutely not. if he’s dating you, sleeping with you no less, he’s low-key thanking a higher power he won you over somehow (easily)

secondly, he’s supportive of whatever hair care you do down there. shave it and keep it smooth? he’ll help if you want, or just sit with you and watch. is it a little odd? maybe, but he’s legitimately just interested - as long as you’re comfortable with him being there he’ll just hang out when you shave or wax it. I think he’s a little enamored by how smooth and soft it is, he’s a decently hairy guy, has rough, marred skin. he likes the contrast, might smooth his finger pads over you if you’d let him. not with sexual intentions, he just wants feel you

it’s not a turn-off if you shave or wax, he’s less focused on that and more focused on you overall. he could think about you in a potato sack and get it up, being hairless? that doesn’t deter him, hardly crosses his mind

on the flip side, if you’re worried about having a bush - again, he’s loves you however you present yourself to him. he’ll still bury his head between your thighs and go to town. do you feel good? that’s what matters to König. he doesn’t need shaved legs or a waxed cunt, he just needs you, you’re the one getting him hard. if you ever worry about him finding it gross and bring it up he’ll tell you he doesn’t mind it. where some men have a preference for no hair, König is neutral

what I’m saying is, König just wants you to feel good in your own body - he’ll get it up without batting an eye (sometimes it’s a problem, he could just see you and— ah, damnit! there it goes)

[canisalbus]

Please please share some info on your Claydol/Umbreon sona 👀 👀

Well they're not a very lore heavy character ´v` Just a fun design I got attached to more than I intended I guess.

It's genderless, sexless and doesn't seem to age (it/they pronouns)

It's sentient but in a hard to decipher way. It prefers solitude and sparsely communicates with other beings.

It's seven eyes can move independently from each other.

The head can rotate and spin freely, and while it's not attached to the body, it usually maintains it's position, hovering at the end of the nonexistent neck.

The ears and tail are fully rigid. The tail can be bent from the base but the ears are always static (I think of them as baseball bat-like).

The mouth is a dead end and disappears completely when closed, but it can open very wide and is full of teeth (canines in particular are very sharp, curved and prominent).

The skin is firm, smooth, hairless and matte, similar to unglazed ceramic, and it matches the ambient temperature of the surroundings.

It's mostly odorless but has a faint aroma of dirt and myrrh.

It's resistant to heat and cold but can't stand water. It gets slow, lethargic and confused and starts to suffer tissue damage if it gets wet enough.

It's about the size of a caracal.

It doesn't breathe.

It doesn't seem to need to eat, and it doesn't have a working digestive tract. The internal organs it has are only vaguely reminescent of organic viscera and don't have a clear purpose, they're all uniformly orange and have the consistency of hard boiled egg yolk.

It sleeps a lot, or maybe hibernates, often in oddly upright and stiff positions.

It's generally a quiet and fairly inactive creature, but when it moves it can be surprisingly swift and nimble, the locomotion is mostly a mix of cat, dog and hare movements.

Sometimes it makes various hollow hissing and rattling noises when it moves, or sounds similar to two pieces of pottery or stone being ground together.

It's most common active vocalization is barking and it sounds like the clack of hyoshigi:

It's not aggressive, but can inflict feelings of anxiety, disorientation and mild catatonia on onlookers when threatened, and being on the receiving end of it's psychic attacks sounds like a bullroarer:

[januaryembrs]

hot chocolate + a drabble about reader and jaime lannister having a baby at casterly rock? 🥹

BABY MINE | Jaime Lannister x reader

description: you give Jaime an heir to Casterly Rock

length: 500 wds ish

warnings: AFAB!Reader, use of mother to describe reader, nude, rough Labour mentioned.

“She’s so beautiful,” You cooed, stroking the faint honey curls, the sparse few she’d been born with thin and wispy and you would have thought she was entirely hairless had the two of you not held her close since your labours. 

It had been long and arduous, just like the entirety of your third trimester, and there was a moment where Jaime was struck with a worry that you would succumb to haemorrhaging like his mother had when Tyrion was born. It wasn’t entirely uncommon, it had played on his mind more than he’d ever admit. But the second you’d heard that wailing cry of your baby bursting into the world with all the dramatic flair of her father, you’d quickly found the strength to pull through. 

“Of course she's beautiful, you’re her mother,” Jaime said, the two of you entirely topless as you leaned back against his chest on your bedding, a squirming bundle of creamy skin and silken blankets in your arms. You hummed with a small smile, leaning back to rest your head against his cheek, his left hand squeezing you tightly to his body. He paused for a moment, and it was like you could hear him thinking, “Help me take this off, darling. I don’t want to frighten her,” 

His right arm came up to where you wriggled a hand free, resting her tiny body in the crook of your arm. Jaime’s golden hand glinted in the soft chamber light, cold to the touch and just that bit too rough for a newborn’s skin despite the fact you wanted to reassure him he could never scare his little girl. 

Biting your cheek, you unstrapped his wrist for him, the solid weight slipping off the side of the bed with a thumb that stirred her little eyes to bat open, not that Jaime cared particularly about the prosthetic when his baby’s eyes fluttered behind thick, dark lashes and she looked up at two faces that smiled dotingly at her despite only knowing her a few hours. 

Jaime brought his good hand up to the back of her scalp, his residual limb on his other side slipping under her body to hold her warm skin lovingly. 

“I don't care if I sound bias, she’s perfect,” You murmured, tired eyes roving over every inch of her unable to pick a single fault. She was like the Seven had blessed her between each of their gifting hands, like an angel had befell your arms, like you wouldn’t be surprised to see a halo and wings sprouting any second now. A thought struck you, and you bit your lip, glancing up at the side of Jaime’s face, as she let out the world’s smallest yawn, her gums entirely toothless and pinker than peonies, “You’re not disappointed she’s not a boy, are you? I know your father wanted you to have an heir-”

Jaime interrupted you with a soft kiss to your hairline, sticky where you’d sweated in between curse words as you’d began contracting, where he’d held your hand the entire time. 

“I don’t care if she were born with twelve toes and green hair, I love her more than I ever knew it possible; I love you, more than I deserve to,” He replied gently, his sea foam eyes roving over your face where you sighed happily and lay back on his collar, feeling his heartbeat raw and steady against your back, almost rocking you to sleep the way yours had done your baby. 

“I love you too, Jamie Lannister,” 

[dubiousculturalartifact]

Honestly, hammer-headed bats aren't even the weirdest bat, let alone the weirdest mammal

yes, I know, not on blog theme, but we're a bunch of dino lovers so I wanted to see what we thought was weird in mammals

[bogleech]

I am thinking once again about plausible speculative mammals that would weaponize their parasites, and in my mind, one of them would live in North America alongside skunks and porcupines, completing a long overdue trifecta of funny woodland critter with a deeply unpleasant defensive strategy. CLOCKWISE: 1) A very large rodent that has its own alarmingly large fleas, like the real life fleas of mountain beavers. Most of its body is hairless with thick, wrinkled skin that discourages flea activity, so they're left with no choice but to concentrate in its big, bushy tail. A high concentration of blood vessels in the tail keep the fleas fed, and a low concentration of nerves keep them from being too irritating. When this animal gets upset it curls the tail over itself, spreading its fur so wide that the fleas feel exposed. Parting the fur of a wild animal is incidentally a surefire way to get a bunch of fleas jumping ship to you and immediately biting you. Now look at this mountain beaver flea next to a more normal size flea and imagine the pain:

2) A big ground-dwelling cousin of the silky anteater. A combination of long, course, tightly interwoven hairs and a thick underlying layer of fluff are impenetrable to most pests, but a bald patch of thick leathery skin on its back is an ideal attachment point for its specialized ticks, kind of like right whale callosities and whale lice. The anteater can sweat a thick, suffocating grease from this area that forces ticks to let go and scatter in search of another attachment point (LIKE YOU!!!! Leave wildlife alone!!!). Maybe It has pouchlike hairless underarms to serve as refuges for even more ticks, or ticks in their juvenile stage? If they co-evolved closely enough, the ticks could have developed an instinct to migrate up to the back only with their final molt. Maybe they're even as neurotoxic (to other animals) as Australia's paralysis tick? Maybe the ticks are also brightly colored, so predators can tell at a glance to stay away. 3) A desman-like animal, but maybe it's a marsupial or even a monotreme? I feel this one would have an unconventional symbiote; like how beavers have the only fur-dwelling beetles, sloths have their own moths and hairless bats have their own skin-dwelling earwigs. None of those examples, however, are parasites! As far as we know, all three of those insects just chill on those animals and possibly clean them. So what if this one had fur dwelling blister beetles? Blister beetles are a huge diverse group of beetles whose defensive secretions can severely burn skin, and accidentally ingesting a blister beetle can be deadly to even large mammals like horses. This guy's matted wool would be thick enough near the skin to shield it from its own insects, keeping them in the matted outer fluff, where they would maybe feed on whatever sustains beaver beetles (we actually aren't 100% sure! We just know it isn't blood!). If you make this thingy angry, it curls up like a pangolin, and anything that keeps messing around with the big hairball is probably going to keep pissing off, damaging or accidentally eating the worst beetles to ever do anything of those things to.

I also want to say I didn't think of names, but if one or all of these existed I wouldn't want them to get names like "tickbacked antsloth" or anything like that. They'd deserve their own original words like squirrel or fox or bear. But I think it should sound as nasty as they are to mess with. Like a vlykus or a thobb or a snentch. Probably any of these could be a snentch maybe. Nobody tell me if that's already an urbandictionary word for something worse, let me have snentch.