#animalhumanity

[digitalerrabe]

[ID. Four paintings of sphinxes. The first has a light orange background and a blue sphinx with a wing instead of arms, stretching upwards. The second has a dark orange background with a pink sphinx sitting on a piece of fabric and wearing gold jewellery on her tail, arm and around her head. The third has a dark green background and a orange sphinx who is wrapped in a piece of see-through fabric. The fourth as a light orange background and a two headed sphinx with wings instead of arms, wearing golden armour around her neck, chest and belly. End ID]

Leonor Fini

[coquettedragoon]

Can taurs and non-taurs have kids and if so are the taur-status and species separately heritable? (for example a zebra-person and a deer-taur have a zebra-taur as a kid?)

basically how it works, as the animal-humans and taurs in coquette are artificially designed species it basically follows flowchart logic:

a child born to two separate animal species parents is a 50/50 of one or the other (cat and dog can have cats and dogs as children), for animalhuman x taur the animalhuman/taur form is determined by whoever is carrying the child (to ensure a safe birth), taurs can only be hoofed mammals, so the 50/50 rule applies if the animalhuman is also a hoofed mammal like the zebra-taur example. if a catgirl knocks up a horsetaur the child will be a horsetaur. if a horsetaur knocks up a catgirl itll be 50/50 cat or horse person

for like regular genetics etc it all works the normal way, only the animal traits are separated and follow these rules

as far as things like specific animal breeds or coat colours etc.. i think they might work as they do for animals if both parents are the same species? does a labrador girl x poodle girl have labradoodle kids... the many mysteries of coquette dragoon

[wiredaughter]

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@tropetember #7: historical au

palaeolithic ish ☆ platonic relationship ☆ abe sapien & ofc ☆ making friends w the fish man ☆ hyena pet ☆ 825 words ☆ ao3

blue

Blue. So blue I thought he was dying of cold and water when I first saw him, floating along the coastline. I'd readied my blade to spare him the suffering - and maybe make an easy meal after leaving my last tribe two nights ago, when he lashed at me, faster than most dying men could. Most living too. Teeth like a beast's, claws short but rather sharp looking. Oh, how bare I felt then, with my brittle nails and my agreeable teeth.

But I'm still the best lancer I know, and so we tumbled through the wet sand, trying our damnest to kill each other for a good while before I remembered I wasn't necessarily trying to hurt him in the first place. Figured he wouldn't believe or understand me unless I gave him a good reason to. Like putting him down with my weight on his chest knife to his throat, but my knees slid off his skin like wet seaweed, and then it was him holding me down unarmed. I wasn't necessarily trying to hurt him, but called for Hyena. After weeks trying to learn to cohabit with the tribe, she was dubious to hunt like she naturally does, but tackled him off alright. Then I looked down at my legs to see what I'd slipped on, and I understood.

Azure. The liquid was viscose, not water at all. His blood. Not blood, like any I'd seen, but I thought he'd die without it all the same. I called Hyena off, and she put her tail off at me, but obeyed all the same. She's a crossbreed and that's probably the only reason she hasn't killed me. But I'm a crossbreed too, my mother said, so I guess that's why I don't kill her. The idea that he might be a one as well gave me just enough bravado to approach him, letting my spear and axe down, hands raised. He tried to raise on his elbows, before giving up and falling flat on his back. I tried wrapping him on my cloak, thinking I could go for a swim anyway, but he gripped my wrist, asking me to take him to the water. I looked at Hyena, wondering what she made of all this. She looked at me with her dark intelligent eyes, then turn around and digged into the warm sand for a cosy nap spot.

But I lead him to the water. He relaxed at that. The tribe I travelled with four full months ago told stories of animalhumans. Maybe he's a fishman. I took the chance to look for molluscs. Hyena dislikes the fruit which constitutes our remaining food, and I knew I'd have to bribe her to carry this man back to our cave. We both held our ends: at first confused by the shells, she seemed to like them enough once I broke them open.

The fishman was pale and exhausted by the time we made it back, which only made his disappearance by next morning more worrying. Even more unexplainably, he was back when Hyena and I returned from our hunt, cleaning a fish bigger than I'd ever seen. I started a fire, which seemed to amaze him even though he ate his own with bones and all, just like Hyena the deer we took down earlier that day. I offered the fox I'd shot, but he rejected it abjectly. Alright, fishman. After our meal I skinned and salted the fox, carefully taking out the teeth which I fashioned into pendants to thank him for the fish. He was touched, he didn't wear any before, and seeing him wear mine felt like drizzle on a sunny day.

He's travelled with us since, after he retrieved his possessions from a cave I tried to reach with him but couldn't, least I died of water and air. He's got a woven basket with dirt where he says we'll have berries soon, a few blades as long as my thigh, and a pot that shimmers in the moonlight. I have my spear, axe and slingshot and a flute shaped like a snake tongue. At night I play it sometimes and he sings in a voice like I've never heard before. Sometimes he just fills his pot with water and we watch the shapes move inside.

We stay on the ground, close enough to the water. He runs and climbs and swims just like us. Eats, more like Hyena than me, but it's close enough. Last sunset I scored him a moa egg, and he was so delighted he weaved me a hand cover of sorts. He was right about his basket, sort of. There's a blade of grass growing on it, and I don't know it'll give us berries, but Hyena is leading us towards a warmer land, and I'm a good shot and he showed me how to find better molluscs, so I think we'll be fine anyway.

[kroghsrestaurantandbrewpub]

We switched out the Giving Tap to our Prohibition Red Ale! This seasonal features our Alpine Glow Red Ale with more corn and flaked wheat over barley. These two ingredients were readily available during prohibition and they make this a very drinkable, very light, and very refreshing beer. Also, corn and wheat are two farm crops making this a fitting beer for our April's Giving Tap recipient, Found in Thyme, Inc., a 501c3 non-profit farm sanctuary that specializes in welcoming disabled, neglected, senior and special needs barnyard animals. They rehabilitate and care for these animals on their historic farm in Wantage. Follow the important work they do on social media! Krogh's is proud to donate $1.00 from every draft sold from the Giving Tap to this local non-profit! 🐄🐐🐑🐴🐖⬇️ @foundinthyme @foundinthyme #animalsanctuary #animlasonthefarm #rescuedanimals #barnyardanimals #animalhumanity #helptheanimals #communityhelp #communitysupport #kroghs #kroghbar #brewpub #brewpubnj #thegivingtap #drinkbeer #drinkbeeranddonate #donateforagoodcause #charity #foragoodcause #lendahelpinghand #connectivity #giveback #peoplehelpingpeople #handcraftbeer #handcraftbeernj #craftbeer #craftbeernj #lakemohawk #lakemohawknj #spartanj (at Krogh's Restaurant & Brew Pub) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb-phjDuIgh/?utm_medium=tumblr

[digitalerrabe]

[ID: Photograph of a black mermaid in front of a white background. The model has a very thin body, dark skin, long hair and a smooth black tail. End ID.]

oilnymph by fritz kok

[cor-ardens-archive]

Bodies That Bleed: Metamorphosis in Angela Carter’s Fairy Tales, Anna Pasolini

[bluebeardsbride-archive]

Adrenaline isn’t interested in ennui. Adrenaline floods, regardless, in my state not just the human fibres but lupine leftovers too, those creature dregs that hadn’t fully conceded transformation.

Glen Duncan, The Last Werewolf

[sarakstar]

QUARTINE FUN WITH MOZZIE : IM HAVING TO MUCH FUN WITH THESE ANIMALS ....

I love my animals so much being part of the Animal Humaine society is beautiful meeting animal lovers from around the world #petco #quartine #animalhumane  #aspca

[digitalerrabe]

[ID: photo of a book cover. It shows an illustration of a small, naked child kneeling with their hands on their face. They have huge, lime colored butterfly wings that take up most of the picture. The background is blue . End ID.]

Harvest Moon, illustrated by Okamoto Kiichi (1921)

[ranime90]

[opuntie]

Lots of ears.

[elnazjavani]

#elnazjavani #studioview fiberart #fiberartist #puppets #dolls #studio #artiststudio #stitch #sewing #hands #animalhuman #abandonedbodies #red #drawing https://www.instagram.com/p/BdX2MQYnpSH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1q0slu053p1yt

[maryjanebegin]

Their Name is Thumper. (Oil study) Inspired by Terry Windling’s “The Woodwife” #thewoodwife #fantasyart #fantasyartwork #woodlandcreatures #animalhuman #rabbithuman #oilpainting #oilstudy #animalart #furry #rabbits #portrait #rabbitsofinstagram #humanrabbit https://www.instagram.com/p/Cejl9o2Prce/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kroghsrestaurantandbrewpub]

The recipient of April's Giving Tap is Found in Thyme, Inc., a 501c3 non-profit farm sanctuary that specializes in welcoming disabled, neglected, senior and special needs barnyard animals. Their mission is to provide every animal placed on their farm with a soft and loving place to land, ensuring that they receive the proper care and treatment that they deserve. Found in Thyme has been rescuing farm animals in need since 2017 and they stand on four foundation pillars: 🚜 Rescuing: Found in Thyme has rescued animals from various situations. Many animal surrenders have come from abandonment, improper knowledge of keeping a farm animal, auction sites and rescuing from abusive petting zoo operations. 🐄 Advocacy: With this initiative, our goal is to support the welfare of animals in need. With the support of our dedicated community, it is important to connect with the community about the realities of a farm sanctuary and all the work that goes into caring for these beloved animals. 🐖 Rehabilitation: Animals often arrive at the sanctuary in terrible health, sometimes with life-threatening medical conditions. It is Found in Thyme's mission to provide the best possible care we can. A large majority of our funding goes into vet care and long-term treatments for our animals. 🐴 Adoption: The ultimate goal for Found in Thyme is to rehabilitate animals to the point where they can be adopted back out to family farms to live a high quality of life. They do not want to create a petting zoo, but the reality is some animals will have to live out their lives at the sanctuary under special care. 🐑 Money raised by the Giving Tap will go towards updates and improvements for the animal enclosures. They are constantly improving fencing and doing everything they can to maximize space so that the animals can be integrated into the most natural surrounding that they are intended to be in. 🐐 @foundinthyme #foundinthyme #animalsanctuary #animlasonthefarm #rescuedanimals #barnyardanimals #animalhumanity #helptheanimals #communitysupport #kroghs #brewpub #brewpubnj #thegivingtap #drinkbeeranddonate #donateforagoodcause #charity #spartanj (at Krogh's Restaurant & Brew Pub) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb0ERPsA7mA/?utm_medium=tumblr

[cor-ardens-archive]

The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering. In place of formal correspondences, what Bacon’s painting constitutes is a zone of indiscernibility or undecidability between man and animal. Man becomes animal, but not without the animal becoming spirit at the same time, the spirit of man, the physical spirit of man presented in the mirror as Eumenides or Fate. It is never a combination of forms, but rather the common fact: the common fact of man and animal. Bacon pushes this to the point where even his most isolated Figure is already a coupled Figure; man is coupled with his animal in a latent bullfight.

Francis Bacon: The Logic of Sensation, Gilles Deleuze, tr. Daniel W. Smith

[digitalerrabe]

[ID: Green, blue and orange drawing of two chairs. On one of the chairs sits a big, ant-like insect, on the other sits a small person. End ID]