#polar speaks

[polarized-here]

Not to be cringe on main again. But chat guys. Please I’m sobbing look at them. LOOK AT THEM

LOOK AT THEM ALL… irresponsible financial decision galore… gosh my cuties

[polar-hypnos]

Hey fellow veiny arm/hand owner! I also have been told it’s very attractive, haha.

I think part of it is that it’s visual shorthand for a lack of fat and a good ratio of muscle mass. But largely from those I’ve talked to, they say they also don’t know why they’re attractive, “they just are”

[cockroachesunite]

From In the Land of the Penguins by Georges Lecointe

[bearotonin-international]

Please don’t tell Beejee that Narwhal Slammin Saturday doesn’t really have the right ring to it.

[mitskisong]

cornelius hickey spring breakers (gone wrong) (gone evil)

flash warning, warning for blood, warning for like everything else that happens in the terror

[mirages-and-polar-ice]

you never forget your first (polar explorer you were obsessed with)

[stealingyourbones]

I’m having a heated debate with a friend and I need opinions. What would my fursona be

[polarized-here]

Guess who got good headphones that have noise cancellation for Christmas

[hmstartnell]

don’t you just love it when you’re reading a book on polar exploration and the author uses Francis Rawdon Moira Crozier’s full name?

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Minor correction to the polar bear post: polar bears are actually likely unable to see green. Like canines they only have two color-recieving cones, and they may have trouble distinguishing green from other colors, but there's no definitive proof one way or the other. That's my bad- I misread the article I was using as a source.

Anyway, back to our regularly scheduled March Mammal madness!

[naffeclipse]

I HAVE THR GREATEST IDEA!! Raindeer centaur!Y/n with orca!Eclipse and she finds two calves of sun and moon raindeer centaurs and bring to eclipse how would he react??

Oh my gosh, Reindeer Centaur Y/N!! You'd have a thick, brown coat and velvet horns. Strong and stout, you traverse the ice and snow with a silent forbearance.

Eclipse sees you before you ever see him. He's immediately enamored by the beautiful centaur trotting around snowbanks—he has to see you up close! It takes patience, but he follows from the coast, and he's rewarded. He finds you. He introduces himself the only way he knows how.

You kneel at the water's edge, hooves folded underneath your body as you wash your hands in the thick salt. The taste warns you to not drink it, but it does well cleaning away the sweat and grime from constantly moving. You lower your hands, cupping a gentle handful to wash the fine, velveteen fur of your neck when you realize a face is staring at you from below the surface, grinning.

You slowly straighten where you sit and he follows, emerging from the water in soft splashes and a gleaming gaze. He sizes you up as if deciding where to take the bite first. You, calmly, regard him, and listen to his gushing of how beautiful and handsome you are! He flicks his tongue over his teeth when he tells his name. When you share your own, you study how his claws thrum against the ice and how intently he locks eyes with you.

He often calls you 'my dear' and adores touching your antlers and stroking your thick, velvet fur. You take your time letting him close. When you're not racing along the ocean shore, you'll watch Eclipse breach, showing off with grandiose splashes before he pops up to catch your reaction.

On one rare occasion, he convinces you to lie down on your side, four cervine legs sprawled out, and lay your head on his stomach. You're both quiet the sight, a centaur and a siren, sprawled close together, but you don't mind his claws petting through your hair and scratching between your antlers so long as he's gentle. He sings you lullabies that lull you to sleep (you swore you wouldn't drift away so easily but he had other plans.)

When you're ready, you stroke his head fins and touch his flukes. He's practically beaming under your interest and snowflake-soft palming. He melts when you allow him to press his cheek against the velveteen fur on your reindeer half. He's clingy, but you gradually settle into his constant touches and affectionate affirmations with your treasured time.

Later, much later, when you cross a field, and discover two small bodies with bumbling cervine legs struggling through the snow, you calmly take a calf of beige and buttery yellow colors, and the other, blue metal and silvery, under your arms. They're just old enough to hold themselves up. They bawl, not yet having found their words. The twins nuzzle into your fur. It's not a pretty picture—two abandoned centaur young, but it's nothing you and Eclipse can't handle.

He accepts them without hesitation as you thought he might. It's not a question of acceptance but a matter of finding the right manner in which to tend to the children. You gently point out to Eclipse how the nub markings show how the buttery-yellow babe will have horns like a blossom of petals or a fan of sun rays, and the blue metal babe will have a singular horn like a shooting star or the crescent curve of the waning moon.

(He names them Sun and Moon, and you agree; it fits them fine.)

Eclipse watches over the three of you at night, quietly lapping at the ice's edge while you hold the babies close and provide them with warmth. (Eclipse laughs when the babes attempt to suckle on you, much to your bemusement.) During the day, he stows away though never too far and you find good moss and ferns that Sun and Moon can nibble on. You watch over them, minding predators and coaxing them to stabilize their gangly legs and hold themselves high. Evening falls, and you reunite. Eclipse plays with them tenderly, keeping them from falling into the sea but stimulating them to build their strength and their mind. They take to you both, much to your silent fondness. It's an odd little sight, but you're a family.

You wouldn't have chosen any other.

[shipsandtea]

Pssst… if any of you have JSTOR access through your university or library. You should check to see if May We Be Spared to Meet on Earth: Letters of the Lost Franklin Arctic Expedition is included in that access.

[femininedating]

A lot of women live by the saying "Never depend on a man" then get mad when they have to do everything themselves in a relationship...

That's the energy you put out into the universe. So don't be surprised when that's what you manifest & attract.

[tawdis]

First time drawing in months. Still feeling rusty but it was nice doing something creative after drowning nonstop in schoolwork 🐻‍❄️

[mirages-and-polar-ice]

There’s a certain level of madness that comes with being obsessed with polar explorers and I think I’ve just reached it

So…

This is my lock screen now apparently

[tbartss]

Its actually kinda funny how often I vascillate between feeling absolutely bombastic fantastic about my art skills to the point I’m convinced I could be hired by studio ghibli as their concept artist AND feeling so frustrated and disgusted with my art that I’m considering never picking up the pen again. it’s kinda crazy actually. Artistry is an illness and I petition it to be added to the DSM-6