#terra-tortoise

[reallypheelingit]

my part of an art trade with @terra-tortoise !! it's his bogsneak Carya the enthusiastic archeologist!

[fr-familiar-bracket]

[thedailydragon]

#010 -- a flight rising spiral dragon!

[transtundras-fr]

Another lil grub, this time for @terra-tortoise !! I love drawing these guys.

[bellasdragons]

Commission for @terra-tortoise of Pine! A very cute plushie~

I'm not used to drawing Nocturnes, so this was a challenge for me, but it was lots of fun! :D

[tomswifty-fr]

tagged by @everysinglepheel !

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

T - Turn It Up - Joseph Williams O - Online - TWRP M - Modern Girl - Meat Loaf S - Silk Chiffon - MUNA W - Will I Make it Through the Eighties? - Julie Brown I - I Never Met a Rose - Richard Kiley F - Fig Newton - Magic Conch T - That's What I Want - Lil Nas X Y - You Don't Know Me - Demon Waffle F - Face in the Crowd - The Nylons R - Rock Me - Bubblegum Crisis soundtrack

Not gonna tag 11 people but: @bellasdragons @terra-tortoise @kairyudee-fr @dikdikrising @transtundras-fr @bonepriests and anyone else who wants to, please consider yourself tagged!

[icharchivist]

Terra is in Rising. A part of the story is set on her back. While she doesn't have a 3D model, she even gets a nice art. So only the HL players and the fighting game people know about the Eternal's pet tortoise

HELP? that's so funny omg.

okay so at least two type of people knows Terra, that's good. thank you Terra for always being here for us.

[sayitalianolearns]

Multilingual post about (some random) animals!

ENG - ITA - FRA - ESP - KOR

Animals - (gli) Animali - (les) Animaux - (los) Animales - 동물들

dog - (il) cane - (le) chien - (el) perro - 개 cat - (il) gatto - (le) chat - (el) gato - 고양이 goldfish - (il) pesce rosso - (le) poisson rouge - (el) pez dorado, (el) pez de colores - 금붕어 turtle - (la) tartaruga (d'acqua) - (la) tortue - (la) tortuga - (바다)거북 tortoise - (la) tartaruga (di terra) - (la) tortue (terrestre) - (la) tortuga (de tierra) - 거북 bird - (l')uccello - (l')oiseaux - (el) pájaro - 새 pig - (il) maiale - (le) cochon - (el) cerdo - 돼지 donkey - (l')asino - (l')âne - (el) burro - 당나귀

cow - (la) mucca, (la) vacca - (la) vache - (la) vaca - 소 horse - (il) cavallo - (le) cheval - (el) caballo - 말 sheep - (la) pecora - (la) brebis - (la) oveja - 양 rooster - (il) gallo - (le) coq - (el) gallo - 수탉/닭 hen - (la) gallina - (la) poule - (la) gallina - 수탉 swan - (il) cigno - (le) cygne - (el) cisne - 백조 duck - (l')anatra, (la) papera - (le) canard - (el) pato - 오리 goose - (l')oca - (l')oie - (el) ganso - 똥침 fox - (la) volpe - (le) renard - (el) zorro - 여우 goat - (la) capra - (la) chèvre - (la) cabra - 염소

mouse - (il) topo - (la) souris - (el) ratón - 생쥐 rabbit - (il) coniglio - (le) lapin - (el) conejo - 토끼 hamster - (il) criceto - (l')hamster - (el) hámster - 햄스터 squirrel - (lo) scoiattolo - (l')écureuil - (la) ardilla - 다람쥐 snake - (il) serpente - (le) serpent - (la) serpiente - 뱀 fish - (il) pesce - (le) poisson - (el) pez - 물고기 bear - (l')orso - (l')ours - (el) oso - 곰 crocodile - (il) coccodrillo - (le) crocodile - (el) cocodrilo - 크로코다일

giraffe - (la) giraffa - (la) girafe - (la) jirafa - 기린 elephant - (l')elefante - (l')éléphant - (el) elefante - 코끼리 lion - (il) leone - (le) lion - (el) león - 사자 zebra - (la) zebra - (le) zèbre - (la) cebra - 얼룩말 monkey - (la) scimmia - (le) singe - (el) mono - 원숭이 dolphin - (il) delfino - (le) dauphin - (el) delfín - 돌고래 whale - (la) balena - (la) baleine - (la) ballena - 고래 shark - (lo) squalo - (le) requin - (el) tiburón - 상어

(bros, you really didn't have another word for hamster?) for Korean nouns I didn't know I used Papago

[mekha-draws]

🥭🍌🍏 !

--terra-tortoise

🥭Show off a dragon who's doomed by the narrative and talk about them!

everyone here is haunted by the narrative where do i even begin lmao(?

actually thinking of it, Morus might be a better example here. He was born with a silver spoon, anything he could ever imagine or desire was within his reach and under his whims. A spoiled child that wore his parents' patience thin more often than not to the point that they took harsh measures to limit his excess and give him proper eduation and values to not take everything for granted. Being young at the time he just handwaved their lectures.

Once reaching adulthood he came to meet Rubra, a coatl of lower class, humble but also one to keep real to him and not shy to confront him and his attitude which made something in his demeanor change gradually coming to appreciate her being in many ways. Their friendship (and love) was denied by his parents and while they are conscious that they might have gone overboard in their actions they knew it was for the best to rid of the rotting issues before Morus did something really reprochable.

Morus never knew who was the perpetrator, where she was disposed of or the reasons if any; but the quick dismissal of his superiors made him take actions to answer those questions on his own, setting on a journey he came to learn of her fate and of those that came to guard her last resting place, a place he is not allowed to enter as they don't deem him worthy of his apologies and presence no matter how much wealth and threats he throws to earn their... whatever he needs to get to her.

He is haunted by her memory and everything both enjoyed together. And so he currently struggles to figure what to do to get it all back, to get the only one he really cares for, back.

🍌Show off your favorite couple/throuple/etc and share some information on how they first met, fell in love, etc!

ok im gonna go banana here sorry in advance (also gonna keep it super vague on some details because this is something im figuring to adapt so it makes better sense later hehe)

I did mention their relationship is a bit of a conflict and yeah, thats very much it at first lol. Their lore in general is based on another concept/worldbuilding thing im just re-adapting from. For the moment just know that chimeras, manticores, jailers and hermits are titles for sacred/revered beings, with the former two being always at conflict with each other to the point of being considered natural enemies.

Sen is a trained hunter, at first that was not her role but ones beyond her clan knew the potential for a greater chimera to be made from her and so she was enlisted and trained properly to fit that (and had some greater education on the side as well, ordered by her own clan who didnt want her to become some mindless fool nor weapon if they could avoid that).

Joule on the other hand was the runt of the litter on a continuous effort to create [the] manticore. Althought his chances for survival were slim he was kept safe by his sibling(s) to spare him the rejection of the rest of the clan. Eventually he would become the true manticore their clan was aiming to create but that came with a cost and his own escape.

Their first meeting was a messy one, not one of Sen's best days on the prowl and just another disastrous one for Joule. At this point in time Sen spends her days chasing and exterminating beasts and pests to earn her living beyond the watching eyes of the masters she resents; she got notice of the bounty on some "disruptor beast" and while she would usually reject any quest involving other dragonkind or anything ambiguous in nature she took it on insistence of a friend.

Once the identity of the disruptor beast was cleared as Joule, she was about to spare him without much fanfare but her instinct took in after understanding the true creature before her, getting each other into a fight -one where Joule was the less experienced one- as he tried to avoid as much as he could, all coming to an end as he managed to incapacitate the other by a lucky hit forcing Sen to break away.

Future encounters would follow the same pattern, sometimes conflict being initiated by Joule himself as he gained more confidence but most of them ending in bitter stalemates until both became too tired of the routine and eventually learned to bear each other long enough to keep a truce and figure what the hell they were falling into.

Their relationship starts with a slow mutual understanding of their shitty situation(s) and how they might be able to help each other and become better than what they were meant to be. Feelings come and go but neither have the experience or knowledge to call it love (yet) they will be it's just gonna take a while~

🍏Show off a dragon family and talk about them! Do you have siblings, parents & kids, etc? (If you don't have any families in your lore, choose one of the other prompts instead!)

There is more found families here actually(?, I have a couple WIPs but they are so early in what I wanna do with them that I dont feel confident saying anything for them yet ;-;

Instead I'll share another pathetic boyo because that's fun <3

and of course, it's a tundra! Sarqi only has two modes: epic traveller with a knack for grandiose storytelling involving his many discoveries across the land and sad cursed motherfucker that is just one bad day away of getting murder-killed by vengeful spirits coming for the many trinkets he has pilfered without knowledge.

And really, one would think he is getting his ass cursed on purpose to set some sort of record but he does not seem to connect the dots between his misfortune and the ominously lighted piece of scrap he just picked up outside some abandoned shack in the middle of the road.

"That's just superstisions! why would this random broken badge be haunted it's just kinda ugly and rusted and I doubt there is much value on it to even be worthy of causing despair over it" *said badge belonged to an old era sorcerer and it was a gift from their wife, the ghost is kinda mad that he stole it from his unmarked grave*

(oh also! he was born my country's equivalent of april fools which is just a bit funny to me in particular)

[frost-the-soulcrow-elytrian]

Silly Game Time: For reasons that aren't all that interesting to discuss (just some time travel and some pirates, the usual), I am now responsible for taking care of a mated pair of galapagos tortoises.

What should I name them?

Tor and Terra

( and that was YOU who took my damn trinkets and shines?!?!)

[writer59january13]

Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late and dollar short, I opted to post poem acknowledging the second of February, where eponymous groundhog gets his (most often male) foretelling whether there will be six more weeks of winter upon oblate spheroid generating hoopla whether spring will arrive early and satiate those folks who favor spring.

Already noticeably marked

increase in daylight

yours truly courtesy affected

qua heliotropic phenomenon

finds me noggin gently being tugged

upward and westward ho toward sun

after dark mine talking head

rests downward and eastward and as a humble Earthling bows sayonara to Gaia.

Soon very indistinct

environmental intimations

regarding onomatopoeic

ubiquitous murmurings,

whereby old man winter

ever so faintly

relinquishes, loosens, forsakes...

Judas Priest Iron Maiden grip

upon emergent biosphere

suddenly awakened when

Mother Earth generates

invisible signals transmitted

across world wide web

analogous to conductor

standing on podium

with baton in her/his hand

orchestra playing on cue

perhaps choice selection Rite of Spring

work by Russian composer Igor Fyodorovich Stravinsky

or Flight of the Bumblebee

written by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov.

Soon dormant species will exhibit rebirth

out their linkedin hibernation

flora and fauna tentatively

begin to issue forth out their slumbers

shoots poke thru across terra firma

insync with twittering tweeting creatures

hint viz verdant and/or fecund potential ready to burst forth and proliferate

instinctively trumpeting joie de vivre.

Sensational show stopping, eye catching

breathtaking... parade of sights and sounds

await buzzfeeding eyes and ears

about six weeks hence,

within mine home box office

here at Highland Manor apartments

quite affordable rent

allows, enables and provides

radiant quiescence, preponderant observance,

nonresistant magnificence, jubilant innocence,

exuberant deliverance,

concurrent buoyant abundance.

Accordingly and allegedly other than meteorologists plenti schooled ascertaining onset of temperate air more particularly otter den non humans unassumingly (ferreted out), who bear the tidings, when that season of rebirth dawns with crystal clear blue skies, and terrain where deer and antelope eagerly play without despair purportedly realized, reassured, recounted...drear re: days vamoosed foretold by

Punxsutawney Phil, or one of his progeny on Groundhog Day February second - requires one with acute hearing to cock, and ear turnips tickling the nose nostrils delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly, markedly, lively..., yet gently flair soon harkening shrieks of delightful analogous funfair no stranger to Renaissance Faire

of pitch perfect gamesomeness will seem as... otherworldly pleasant ah heaven sent giftware, where all creatures great and small sing psalms, upon arrival when hardware trappings of winter shucked witnessing unrolled welcome Scottish mat so hare and tortoise can race, cuz vernal equinox, sports a linkedin improvisational, ebulliently educational, cerebral, audiological...

twittering melange I will hear,

and grateful no defect doth impair ability to revel silence, slake, soak... insatiable thirst even prodding junketeer, panhandler, vendor...

the last named,

perhaps selling kitchenware

knicknacks, keepsakes...

to hippies, and/or aging long hair pencil neck geeks

(think yours truly)

with long wavy hair interwoven with Kahila Garden Lily, Laurel, Maidenhair... profusion of sensual delight brings Mother Earth near, the body, mind, and soul espying frolicsome Homo sapiens donned with minimal outerwear infusing all living things

common native plants and animals

in conjunction with resident outlier particularly those pining to answer call of the wild overdare ring and bee zee lee court'n prepare ring to beget young as singular requisite quintessential profiteer fluttering, instagramming emoji, sans shutterfly puppeteer as audience visually already reddit

regarding acting entire scenes, viz Biblical Genesis answering prayer particularly if gnostic, heterodox, queer...,

finally relieved, sans polar vortex albeit somewhat rare

atmospheric phenomena, how ideal if said rabid Jack Frost would sink icy bite - part and parcel green gang at much more favorably time reappear

during oppressive heat spell during sweltering triple digits temperature summer re: at various times throughout the year across the world arbitrarily and randomly zeroing in on The Democratic Republic of the Congo, also known as Congo-Kinshasa, DRC, DR Congo, or simply the Congo and known from 1971–1997 as Zaire.

[terra-tortoise]

oh yeah.... its all coming together

[fr-familiar-bracket]

[loverboy-ish-fr]

[cross-posted from the creative corner forums, link in rb]

1. milton, the mossy pohip

summary: the coliseum team - rosie, florence, and belvedere - spar with beastclans, and come up against a mossy pohip.

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Rosie clacks her teeth, gnashes at the air, making that wretched sucking sound with her tongue against the back of them. Her nerves, her anticipation, and Florence is more than understanding, but the sounds grate at his nerves and if she carries on for much longer there'll be a friendly-fire tussle about it. Belvedere will watch, nonplussed, possibly calculating whether it'd be worth it to patch either one up afterwards - should there be any wounds at all, that is, which is unlikely despite the aggravation.

"Rosie."

She pauses, eyes wide as she tilts towards him. She blinks once, twice, thrice, in rapid succession - the absolute picture of innocence.

"My dearest..."

"Ye-es, sweet Flori?"

She teases him, rotten Tundie. He lunges at her with a snap at the air near her face, and she laughs, giggles, half-stepping back. Crowds in closer, as though he's about to nip at her face, then-- drags his tongue flat across her face. Rosie splutters and laughs again, trying to get away.

"You do that on purpose, dear."

"Oh, sometimes!" Her grin is as wide as a summer's day is long: unabashed.

"You two should get ready," comes in Belvedere's even tone, "I see a couple of Deer getting bored."

"A throuple of Deer," Rosie 'corrects'.

"... yes... of course."

Rosie hums, pleased with herself, leading the way, and the two larger dragons follow suit.

***

Wood Ear and White Rot Deer; Lilium and Petalmane Floron; Travelling Garden and Terra Tortoise; Rosaline and Buttercup Strangler; Fingi of Moonlight and Sage; Alstroemeria and Myosotis Foxes; Aspen Gall Dryad and Barkskin Watcher; Five-toed and Venomtooth Pilco; Frostbite and Sunbeam Dryard; Maned and Flora Cerdae; Palefoot and Ruffletail Tadhop; Grove Piper and Spotted Faun - all fought, all vicious, all for the sake of fun. Some were more willing to talk afterwards (but offered little in the way of contacting them again), others preferred to move on immediately post-spar.

And still, after a good long afternoon of sparring, Rosie still itched for another round. Belvedere was tending to a minor wound, and mulled it over, and Florence was in two minds about it: go home to rest, or finish with one last round, a flourish.

They agreed.

Such hubris granted them the audience of a Mossy Pohip.

"... Ah."

"Mm."

"..."

The Mossy Pohip grinned at them, lumbering closer to the coliseum clearing.

"Good evening, little hatchlings." The voice booms, low and bassy across the clearing, and he receives a muted chorus of 'good evening' in return. "Let us fight!"

Rosie nods, shaking, but still hoping for the best - whether they win or lose (and quite frankly, she's sure they'll lose), it should be fun.

The Pohip surged, a beast of such phenomenal power that it didn't matter if he was accurate or not, his attack still shook the ground and caused even Belvedere to tremble and waver. Rosie's Mana Bolt and Enfeeble was little use against him; both Florence and Belvedere's Scratching seemed to slide right off of the Pohip, barely giving him pause; Eliminate just about worked, but even then the Pohip never faltered. His jaws would come close, incisors large and crushing, as he'd sling a Mist Slash at either one of them, or cast Shroud to blind the two Arcane dragons, leaving Belvedere to flounder unassisted.

They lost, of course, with Belvedere being the last to collapse on his side, exhausted and on the verge of passing out; Florence was still clawing at the ground, despite being so winded, and Rosie had already lost consciousness, limp on the ground. The Guardian watched as the Pohip came closer, apparently wanting more from his winning.

"I must say, little hatchlings," he boomed again, only just causing Rosie to stir with a groan, "you all gave quite the fight, but I have won, and so must collect my prize."

Prize? Belvedere frowned; this was all for the sport of it, there was no prize.

"And I must say... I am rather... hungry."

Oh. Oh no. The Guardian struggles, manages to skitter backwards, only bearing both Florence and Rosie in half a mind, hoping the Pohip focuses on him rather than his wards (his friends), even when his heart is hammering away in a panicking hummingbird rhythm. He doesn't get far, too exhausted, and the Pohip too persistant even if he wasn't. His breath hitches as the Pohip gets closer, jaws wider again, teeth glistening with saliva, closer, closer, closer--

Then the Pohip pulls back, holding his head aloft and his mouth now mostly closed. Hm?

"But... I am a... vegetarian." Then the Pohip grins, and laughs, and it is as booming as his talking voice, so much that Rosie claps a paw over her ear, and it disturbs nearby birds from their resting places.

"A good fight from you all! What a good fight!"

He stays for a little while as the three dragons recuperate some, allowing Belvedere to rest against him. Tells them his name is Milton, and it's more than even the friendliest of previous sparring 'enemies' had given, so they lean into idle chatter for an hour: chatter about preferred climes; talk of ideal holiday destinations; favourite vegetables and fruit; Milton mentions a crush on a Flowering Pohip called Florentina.

When the three are able to stand without wobbling, Milton bids them a goodnight, and they the same to him. On the way home, they consider whether or not to fib a little - say they won every fight, yes even against a Pohip. Rosie decides against it, deciding a little humility for one's hubris - her own, no-one else's (although Florence would call it arrogance) - would be worth it.

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can't end these things satisfactorily enough to save my life lol but anyway this was a fun little exercise :^)

[transtundras-fr]

Alecto for @terra-tortoise !!!!! He was so fun to draw, thank you so much for commissioning me!!!!!

[crystalis]

wow this is crazy

turtle + twig = Turtwig

grotto + turtle = Grotle

tortoise + terra = Torterra