#ambush predator

[obaewankenope]

In honour of the new recruits from reddit and shitter, poll for you:

[whereserpentswalk]

Some people sat the grim reaper is cruel, others say he is kind, he is neither actually. The grim reaper is basically a creature, he may be intelligent but he has the mind of an ambush predator. If he's nice to the people he's taking its basically the equivalent of an orca playing with its food, same goes for if he chases you or plays chess with you or something. He doesn't think about things like good and evil, he just finds reaping souls fun and it nourishes him. Sometimes he'll chase someone and then let them go for fun. Some people are spared by him simply so that he can hunt more people later. He's not good or evil, he's part of nature, just a part of nature that hurts humans.

[amcattos]

© LIA 2024

Mimic

I have previously done a rainbow one of these and realised afterwards that I never introduced the creature! Mimics are not cattos but devious impersonators that skulk around in the undergrowth, luring in extroverted cattos hoping to make new friends (who never get another chance to). They have a single, simple eye on the end of each of their tendrils and two slightly lighter-coloured shiny bumps resembling two more eyes. Of course, real cattos often have just one eye so the exact reason for the additional fakes is still not well understood. They must hide their flexible, gloopy bodies so that only their tendrils are visible for the deceit to work. Then when a catto has come up close enough, its tendrils will wrap around them in a flash, restrain them and pull them into its gaping mouth.

My first sketches of it are below.

[zxomon]

Just a cute little ambush predator.

I was going to draw a huge, terrifying underwater monster but it turned out like this. Meaning, it wasn't supposed to be so crocodile. Meaning, yes, it's not anatomically, crocodilian correct but it is what it is and I wont change it becaus I want to draw something else now.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

"Mayan Derriere"

This Triangular Spider species (Arkys curtulus) is an ambush predator, not a web-based hunter like most.

By Jamie Hall

Close-Up Photographer of the Year Awards

[ladythatsmyskull]

Squadron-Leader Braddock published in Dracula #6 (November 1972). Art by Enric Sió. English version translated by Laurence James.

[an-eddy-in-the-river]

Found a beautiful tree bark camouflaged mantis while working on Halloween decorations.

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

There's a flurry of dust, massive claws digging in, before the air clears.

Two horns and a pair of wings stick out of the ground. Conspicuous.

[heya-moth]

So you know that scary witch that bites of Mami’s head in episode three of madoka magica? Yeah yeah turn that into a clown and…

[skelefinding-your-house]

I long for the day when I'm one with blood again, such an experience. The deep red colour with a crimson allure and that metallic scent drawing you ever closer. Then once you're close enough,

I'll strike

[crocuta1]

Marie's Spinosaurus 💔💔💔💔

I haven't decided if I like the name Calzone or Hot-pocket for maries spino :/. WHICH ONE SUITS HIM BETTER GUYS......

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Kinktober 7 - Slasher Chase

Slasher Ghoap x Reader

CW: Anxiety/panic, minor character death, Brandon mention, confusion, Final Girl Actions, no smut, a tiny smooch

Note: This is unrelated to the existing slasher universe, because Slasher Ghost is rude and has been fighting me all month.

Mind the tags

You can see road. The parking lot of the little general store, it’s right there, you just have to keep running. Your lungs are screaming at you, but if you can just get to the lights -

You almost don’t believe it when you spill through the tree line. There’s only one truck near you, but a man is there, putting paper bags into the bed. Brandon. For once, you’re glad to see him. You’re too breathless to shout, so you just stumble toward him while waving one arm wildly.

When he sees you, his usual smarmy smirk falls, just a touch. He doesn’t approach you, though, just puts his hands in the pockets of his stupid, puffy jacket and watches you stumble closer.

“Damn, Kitten,” he calls, that damn pet name, but you’re so close to safety. “What happened to y-”

You’re halfway to him when a crack echoes off the mountains and the brick of the building. Brandon’s head snaps backwards. The rest of his body follows, crumpling at the same time as you do. You barely feel the concrete scrape up your hands as you collapse. You watch as the front right tire pops from another shot, and then a hole pierces the body of the truck. It doesn’t take long for you to smell gas.

You’re not sure how long you’re there, panting and shaking on your knees. Your mind is racing so fast it feels quiet. Your heart pounds like it’s arrested. You don’t have any tears left.

“Ghost did tell him naetae talk to ye again.”

You can’t even flinch as Soap strides past you, whistling a jaunty little tune that will haunt your nightmares, if you survive this. You watch him crouch over Brandon’s body, the red skull of his mask cocked to examine the damage you can’t see. You don’t feel anything when he lifts Brandon’s slack arm, until he strips his wrist of that stupid, fancy camping watch.

That watch was two and a half thousand dollars, and Brandon had ruined your life over it.

That’s the only thing you can focus on, as you clamber to your feet. Your hands hurt, but not as much as that watch. You’re exhausted, but nothing is as exhausting as that watch. You need to run, but not as much as you need that fucking watch.

Soap watches you approach with that infuriating smirk. “Aw, hello, hen.”

Your knuckles crack against his jaw. You know that the only reason your fist connects is because he isn’t expecting it. You expect the way he laughs, but that doesn’t matter. You snatch the watch from his hand.

What you don’t expect is the huge hand that closes around your throat from behind. You flail, catching Soap in the thigh with a desperate kick, but Ghost has you well in hand before you can do anything else.

He pries your fingers open, but lets you keep your thumb gripped around the band of the watch. “Well, well. Kitty’s first trophy.”

Soap makes a disgruntled noise, even as he catches the rifle Ghost tosses his way.. “Finders keepers!”

“Don’t get greedy,” Ghost growls. The arm he’s wrapped around your upper chest gives you a squeeze. “She ‘elped line up the shot, she gets to pick ‘er prize.”

“Wasnae hardly a help,” Soap grumbles, kicking Brandon’s sprawled body. “Fucker lined himself up.”

You feel like throwing up as Ghost turns you around and pets a huge hand over the top of your head. The edge of his skull mask is hard against your eyebrow when he dips down to kiss your cheekbone through his mask.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckles. “Everyone starts somewhere. We’ll make an 'unter of you, yet.”

[satans-knitwear]

There is a little dog hiding in this photo but you have to look really carefully.

(behind the tree, zoom in if you must)

[beatcroc]

pest control TWO!!!!! heres the first one

adn heres the obligatory bonus bc i can't help myself :')

[funkbun]

haven't drawn a baby grumpy in so long.... grumpus grub

[jenfoundabug]

Ambush bug (a type of assassin bug) in the genus Phymata. These predatory insects hide on or under flowers, waiting to attack unsuspecting pollinators.