#mangalica

[p0rk-guts]

So a lot of new shit dropped in the latest Minecraft update but obviously I only care about the pigs. Let's discuss breeds!

Starting off with the original pig just because— this little guy's probably a Landrace pig!

They're some of the most standard domestic pigs out there along with Yorkshires, but Yorkshires have perkier ears. Landrace pig ears lay flat much more similarly to our Minecraft pigs!

Next we have the warm pigs. These babies are probably Durocs!

Look how red and beautiful they are! There aren't many common red pigs, so it was really between these guys and Tamworths. Tamworths are an Irish breed, so they don't come from a particularly hot climate. Durocs however originated from Africa from what I researched!

And finally we have the cold pigs. These guys are most definitely Mangalicas!

These guys are like. One of the most prominent breeds with thick creamy hair to keep them warm. They're also Hungarian! They're also my favorite pig breed!!!!!

Hope you learned something new about pigs ^ - ^

[xiphosuras]

Mangalica pig & warthog sketches. Warthogs are such fun animals to observe irl :)

[kosmic-apothecary]

The Mangalica pig from Hungary

They have curly coats like sheep and are also known as Mangalista.

Mangalica is one of my favorite words

[pigs-in-art]

Photo of Mangulica & Pulin Statue taken by Atlas Obscura user Fred Cherrygarden. Per Atlas Obscura,

The Mangulica (or Mangalica) is a breed of domestic pig that is unique to the region. The breed was created by crossbreeding that took place in Hungary and Croatia that mixed blond mangulitsa and Srem pigs. It’s the last remaining long coat pig breed and is known for its curly hair. The Pulin is a Serbian shepherd dog similar to Hungarian (Mudi) and Croatian shepherd dog breeds. It’s also known as one of the oldest dog breeds in the world. It’s believed the breed’s roots date back more than 2,000 years and has called this region home since ancient times. Pulins are famous for their loyalty. In 2008, the two breeds got their own statues from the thankful residents of Sremska Mitrovica and sculptor Vladimir Tović. They are located in front of the Headquarters of Nature Conservation Movement of Sremska Mitrovica and Special Nature Reserve of Zasavica. 

[sadhoglet]

Why is vector-style Mangalitsa Pig such a mood

[unevaguedeprintemps]

E voi lo conoscete il maialino pecora?

Io fino a ieri no ! 🫢

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[watercolor-rainclouds]

@lichtecht

[lichtecht]

Mangalica pig monday macht mich jedes mal so glücklich

mangalica pig is here to banish your woes 😌

[opanchu]

I was gonna submit them to that weird mammal page then I saw you can't submit domesticated animals so yknow what i'm posting them on my own. hey you have you seen a mangalica pig

[transgenderer]

The Mangalica (also Mangalitsa or Mangalitza) is a Hungarian breed of domestic pig. It was developed in the mid-19th century by crossbreeding breeds from the nearby Romanian Salonta and Hungarian Bakony with the European wild boar and the Serbian Šumadija breed.[3] The Mangalica pig grows a thick, curly coat of hair. The only other pig breed noted for having a long coat is the extinct Lincolnshire Curly Coat pig of England.

The name Mangalica derives from Serbo-Croatian, meaning approximately roll-shaped and suggesting the animals are well fed.[4]

Mangalica was the most prominent swine breed in the region until 1950 (30,000 of them were in Hungary in 1943).[1] Since then, the popularity as well as the population of Mangalica has been decreasing, with the rising availability of food from farther away and refrigeration.[7] In 1991, there were fewer than 200 remaining Mangalica in Hungary. Monte Nevado, a Spanish company began the breeding and recovery of Mangalica, and they were awarded with the Middle Cross of Hungary in 2016.[8] Nowadays, the keeping of Mangalica has become a popular hobby.[1] Slightly over 7,000 Mangalica sows in Hungary are producing around 60,000 piglets a year.[9] [this seems like a crazy number of piglets but the source corroborates it. i guess theyre all being eaten?]

In Serbia, the breed (which is called mangulica in Serbian) almost completely died out in the 1980s. In 1998, Mangalica were introduced into the Zasavica wetlands. They are left to roam free in a reservation, becoming partially feral, with cases of breeding with wild boars known.

[aria-diary]

☺️ Curly piglets 🤎

Mangalica – a breed of domestic pigs known for their distinctive woolly coat.

[p0rk-guts]

Queen Bee redesign I never posted

Took some inspiration from flies, honeypot ants, bees, wolves, and mangalica pigs

She's the embodiment of "what if all of Queen Bee's shady suspicious energy in episode 8 was actually cashed in on and she was evil all along". She pretends to be this fun-loving party girl who just wants everyone to have a good time, but in reality all the food, drinks, and drugs at her parties are laced with some gluttony magic concoction that dulls all negative emotions and simulates pleasure. Bee not only "tastes the flavor of people at her parties", but actively feeds off of their positive feelings to sustain her. She manipulates people into overindulging on their vices

As for why I made the Queen of gluttony a fat pig lady? Well I love fat pig ladies and she's fine as hell. Also atp everyone's drawn her as a bee girl

More design process stuff ⬇️

[koniknits]

So has anyone spun with pig hair yet

If you don't feel like DIY, you can buy the yarn here:

Translating the description for your pleasure:

OinkyStinky Hungarian Pig this is a VERY VEEEEEEERY rare combo first of all you have to find this breed of pig with long hair and then you need to have the skills to process it we were asked to research the feasibility of producing an "economical" yarn from a difficult fibre (and believe me pig is difficult in many technical regards, spinning and carding) this is the result 55% hungarian pig hair this is the fibre we are talking about and I know many of you wil say what the fuck do I need pig for I already have one here at home well... birds of a feather... 30% raw wool what that means in the industry is all wool thicker than 23 micron here we've got a mix of 23-27 micron so if you want soft this ain't it 15% other animal fibres this is basically a mix of mohair leftovers and rough thick micronage cashmere please never forget that those cashmere goats don't only have cuddly soft hair there's also quite some hard trash to be found on that goat it's still a goat, you know one more thing the hair of the pig has a typical odor a smell you can NEVER get rid of so if you have a sensitive nose STAY AWAY because non-castrated pigs just smell to the high heavens the boar (for those who failed bio that's what we call a male pig) emits this extreme musk and it's in its flesh and its hair not that you will faint or anything it's not the end of the world but let's say it smells like a gym full of teenagers jacked up on hormones

[the-knife-consumer]

Can they make hrt that turns you into a mangalica pig.

[simplepotatofarmer]

What do you think Techno would look like if he was either of the reskinned pigs?

i don't know what breeds the new pigs are supposed to be but i think the cold weather, lighter color one might be a mangalica.

so that'd probably make him curly! which i do think would be really cute, i won't lie. they're really neat heritage breeds and i like them quite a lot! again, i don't know if that's what they're supposed to be but that's what i'm going with, personally.

so i'm picturing techno with lots of thick body hair and curly hair!

as for the other one, the warm weather one, i think it could be either a duroc or tamworth!

so in my head, he'd be like.... very tanned with red hair! still super buff, though, some images of durocs (the first picture) are kinda crazy. i really like both breeds!

[sugar-softies]

Well I wrote it, here's the post for context

Food was hard to come by in the nether. It had always been a dangerous place, but raids from the overworld and war with the withers had left it near barren.

When a cure was found for zombification, tourists from the nether may have gone a bit overboard when they discovered overworld restaurants and shops. The shopkeeps and restaurant owners saw record breaking sales with gold tips as well as the most stressful dinner rushes of their lives. Meanwhile, after the dust settled in town, portal managers saw record breaking waistlines trying to squeeze back into the nether, often having to push on plump piglin backsides to help them get through.

It almost caused a famine, but well rewarded people with riches and provided them with an answer to a problem not long down the road...

"So... you just want us to... clean?" Mangalica asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sort of, yeah." The nervous villager that had approached their small hunting party rubbed the back of his neck. "See, the thing is, we’ve had trouble with this new coven. They’ve been reshaping the environment using a magic no one really understands yet, and the more they change things the stronger they get- we just need someone to slow their progress at least while we figure out how to stop them.”

“I don’t get it.” Duroc, a young boar with a constantly flicking right ear, said. 

“It would be easier to show you,” the villager replied. “There’s a portal not far from here, if you’d just follow me.”

Mangalica was the leader, so the others looked to her for approval. Sensing a good payday or at least a chance to make nice with a nearby overworld settlement, she nodded and followed the villager.

As they stepped through the portal it became clear they weren’t above ground, but neither did it feel like a cave.

For starters it was brightly lit, and occasionally rainbows would shoot forth across the “sky” and illuminate the area beneath in a dozen hues. 

Mangalica took the first steps forward and gave a confused snort when her hooves brushed through something cold.

Snow? She guessed, but she was only half right.

“Welcome to the candy cavity,” the villager sighed, gesturing out over mountains of chocolate topped with ice cream snow and candy cane trees. 

“Candy?” Duroc’s jaw dropped. “It’s all candy?”

“Precisely.” The villager hid his hands in his sleeves as he folded his arms together. “We were hoping… well, not to be forward but… piglins eat, yes?”

“We sure do,” Tamworth, an older and larger boar with a chipped tusk, chuckled and picked up a handful of ice cream from the ground, giving it an experimental lick.

“We’ll pay you in gold blocks per chunk cleared of sweets.”

“How much gold?” Mangalica bent down to the villager’s height, causing him to sweat.

“I’m not authorized to negotiate that, but if you want to wait for the mayor-”

“Nope! We’re good!” Duroc gave a whoop of excitement before running and jumping off a cliff, doing a cannonball into a lake of grape soda. 

Mangalica snorted with amusement and patted the villager’s shoulder as she stepped around him. “Come check back in on us in… what do you sun-touched use? Days? Yeah. A few days.”

The villager watched the piglins as they set off and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was decided that they’d make quicker work of it if they split up, so Mangalica assigned everyone a quadrant and gave a stern warning to watch their pacing so as to avoid stomachaches.

“Not that there’s been a dessert yet a piglin can’t handle,” she said. “But something about this place is magic, don’t forget.”

Normally, everyone would have taken that warning very seriously, herself included, but… well…

It was all candy.

Duroc started off by the lake he’d first jumped into, and made merry work of breaking off lollipop reeds and sucking on them as he walked along the edge. When the sugar rush first started to hit he got a bit more eager, pulling up chocolate rock from the ground and munching away, before deciding to go for a swim. Some people might have worried about cramping but piglins were great eaters and swimmers despite there being no water in the nether. Besides, he didn’t really do much swimming.

What he did, was walk over to the sodafall and turn his snout upwards happily.

He guzzled from the sodafall, dunked his head and slurped from the lake, he drank soda until his head felt silly with sugar and then he waded back out of the lake with his stomach sloshing side to side. He groaned but smiled as the soda gurgled and popped inside him, and barely had time to lift a hoof to his mouth before belching. He was able to stifle the first, but the second took him so by surprise he found his head flying back as the burp erupted from his body, shaking the candy cane trees and sending a few cotton candy bats flying with alarm. 

“Oh god that’s so good.” He rubbed his belly and noticed idly the sweetish fish swimming in the lake he’d just left. 

A few more burps escaped his snout as he waddled back to the lake and tried to grab a few. It was ridiculously easy, it was as if these things either had no natural predators or simply didn’t care if they were eaten or not. He was shoving gummy fish into his mouth faster than he could catch his breath. 

“Nn… need… need a break…” he moaned after one last fish. 

He held his belly in his hooves as he wandered over to a candy cane tree, leaning against the trunk and sliding down into a seated position.

He meant to rest his belly, feeling a stomachache coming on, but glittering dust under the tree caught his eye. 

He lifted it with his hoof and gave it a lick, tasting mint. He couldn’t help but grab handfuls, greedily shoving them past his tusks. 

He soon realized his mistake as the mint hit the soda in his belly and began to fizz and bubble.

Once again, a burp shook the cave, reaching as far as Tamworth, who looked back over his shoulder with confusion before shrugging.

Tamworth was hiking up the nearby mountain, not yet beginning his feast. He was waiting for a good opportunity to begin, and honestly wasn’t really looking forward to the work of covering ground. 

A sudden giggle distracted him, and when he tried to find the source he eventually noticed a small gingerbread man no taller than his knee waving at him.

“Huh…” he smiled, tilting his head.

The gingerbread man beckoned him over and then started to run off. Tamworth, of course, followed.

He was surprised to find a whole gingerbread village, populated with more gingerbread people living in tiny homes decorated with icing and candy.

“Well, now I feel bad for eating it.” He broke a branch off a candy cane tree and sucked on it idly as the gingerbread people came to investigate him. 

Eventually, he noticed they were all trying to urge him in one direction, so he shrugged and let them guide him over to a throne built of marshmallow. 

He sank into it with a grateful sigh, his knees needing the rest.

He felt someone poke his arm and opened his eyes, seeing a gingerbread person holding a tray with an ice cream sundae on it. “Oh, why thank you.” he accepted it, lifting the sundae to his mouth like a drink and simply tossing it to the back of his throat.

The gingerbread people all oohed and aahed before nodding and running off. 

They came back one by one, each with some part of their candy environment which they offered to Tamworth.

“I like the hospitality here,” Tamworth chuckled.

As Tamworth dug into a feast for a king, Mangalica saw the rest of her sounder assigned to their positions. It took awhile for her to find her own station, and when she did she realized she wasn’t the only one looking to eat in that spot.

As she knelt by a stream and picked up a sweetish fish, a growl sounded from behind her. She turned to see a gummy bear just as big as she was, pawing the ground and baring its gelatin teeth. 

She smirked, reaching for her sword, but reconsidering. 

“Let’s go.” She instead got into a wrestling stance, meeting the bear with hooves and tusks as it charged at her.

She grappled with the beast, taking bites whenever she could. As she fought it became clear there was no killing this beast, only devouring it. It would keep attacking so long as it had a body to attack with.

She determinedly munched away, holding the bear in such a way as to avoid being slashed with somehow sharp jelly claws. Her stomach was strong but her stamina started to flag about halfway through, and she soon found herself on her back as she held the bear above herself.

She brought it closer and closer to her mouth, eating furiously until a sort of trance came over her, lifting only when she realized there was nothing left in her hooves.

She found herself laying there, covered in bits of gummy, her stomach distended and her belt snapped.

“Mm… that’s a good start, I’d say…” she rubbed her round belly, finding it taut to the touch with only the slightest give from the humble amount of pudge she’d started with.

And so it went on like that, each piglin finding a way to clear their assigned sector. Some suffered brain freezes from ice cream, others burped for hours after drinking up lakes of soda, but everyone pushed stalwartly on.

Duroc moaned, eyes rolling back as he stood under the sodafall- which was slowing to a trickle- his snout open and his stomach hanging down past his knees. No matter how careful and slow his movements were, it sloshed back and forth with each step and sent carbonation bubbling up his throat. He even burped in his sleep whenever he paused to take naps between gorging sessions.

Tamworth patted a gingerbread man on the head lazily and fondly as another gingerbread man climbed up his mountain of a belly to drop a platter of peanut brittle into his awaiting mouth. His jaw hurt from either hanging open or chewing, but the rest of his body had never felt more relaxed. He hadn’t moved in days, he hadn’t had to. The gingerbread villagers brought him food 24/7 and fed him even as he slept. 

Mangalica licked the end of a sword sized candy cane, further sharpening the point. The ground shook as a gum worm as long as fifteen ravagers standing in a line rose up from its burrow.

Her gut and breasts jiggled as she awaited it with an eager smirk. Her belly was growling, and so was the worm as it charged her. 

She was finding it much harder to move lately, her body weighed down constantly either with the weight she was packing on at an alarming rate, or just a belly stuffed full of sweets. Normally, she would have leapt up and plunged the sword into the beast’s head, but this time she lazily dropped to her knees and lifted the sword up, letting the worm impale itself as it leapt at her.

The beast fell dead to the ground, bleeding raspberry jam and jelly beans. 

She drooled as she lifted the gum worm’s head with both hooves and bit into it viciously.

The villager assigned to check in on the piglins gave them a week and a half, assuming they’d need plenty of time. He thought that when he came to check on them, they’d be maybe a quarter of the way done, so he was surprised when his feet hit deepslate instead of cake.

“Hello?” He lifted his torch, noticing remnants of dessert in the distance. Mostly it was the sundrops that had been left behind to keep the area lit, and it was by the light of the sundrops he found six piglins larger than… well, larger than any humanoid he’d ever seen.

Tamworth’s fat roll laden body was twice as big as the entire village by now, but still he kept his snout open as gingerbread men climbed up him step by squishy step to keep him fed, which was good because he could no longer stand under his own power to find food for himself.

Duroc was panting and gasping for breath, bracing himself against a cave wall as his belly dragged on the ground. He was trying so, so hard to bend down and lick up one last puddle of soda, but whenever his belly felt even a bit of pressure from bending over it caused a belch to stop him in his tracks, his eyes rolling back. One burp sent him backwards, falling onto his flabby ass, and he decided not to get back up after that.

Mangalica was finishing off another gum worm, slurping its tail down her throat with ease, a feat that would have been impossible when she first entered this cave. She’d grown to such a size eating the large sugary beasts of this land that she now stood four times as high as her sounderkin… or rather would have if she could stand. You couldn’t even see her hooves under the mass of jiggling fat she was constantly massaging with her hoof-hand- although her hoof only really reached as far as halfway down one of her breasts, and her arms were so fat she couldn’t bend or stretch them far enough to even attempt reaching lower.

“Well… I see this was a successful mission,” the villager said in awe. “Not to worry, we’ll ask another sounder to take over the next location, and have experts come here to help you shed all that weight.”

“What?” Mangalica panted. “No, no, just roll us over to the next one and we’ll take it from there.”

The rest of the piglins all cheered, and in unison paused their cheer as half of them struggled to catch their breath after the arduous exercise of lifting their fat arms and pudgy fists to the sky and the other half erupted into wall shaking burps that echoed all the way up to the surface.