#they have such cool looking antlers

[deer-a-day]

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vector art today

[geniemillies]

it came to me in a dream, im so close to doing it (acotar style ofc ofc)

[fisherrprince]

A kissaroo from me to you! (judo flips kan-e-senna)

also I had a dream everyone turned into a dragon . alphiesaur

[hickeygender]

honestly being in some tall CRP grasses and brambles and brush would fix me <- a man who hasn't walked in the countryside in over a year

[bookwyrminspiration]

Silly Game Time: Everyone is getting horns/antlers! What kind are you choosing, and any particular reason for that choice?

I think I'd keep it quite simplistic--something like this:

(from this etsy store)

Less weight on the head, and with the direction of growth you wouldn't have to worry about it interfering with line of sight or growing into your skull and brain.

I'd go for either plain black, black-silver, or green or pink for colors I think. Gotta stick to my color palette <3

[assassin-artist]

what if a cat and a deer kissed,

[saturnniidae]

Deer are sooo crazy underrated?? (In places they're abundant at least) like look at u go, funky double unicorn critter?? ur so awesome and cool pls don't get hit by a car my love

[luddlestons]

Since horns and hooves and fingernails are made of the same thing, keratin, do you think people might make jewelry for it? I'm not talking wrapping around them, I'm talking nailing/drilling and stuff. Like tieflings and dragonborns and such.

Absolutely! I think it would be super cool to have carvings in horns, or piercings in the keratin layer. I’ve done some cursory research and it seems like beneath the keratin there’s bone, and the bone has a big ol nerve in it—at least for mammalian horns, idk what dragonborn could have going on—so I don’t think you could drill all the way through without pain, but as long as you didn’t get through the keratin layer you’d be able to put jewelry there!

Doing that or having carvings in them might make them easier to break, so I could see it being a sign of wealth, like a thing you only do if you know you’re never going to be in a place where your horns might get damaged.

Considering they’re made of the same things nails are, it makes me wonder if painting horns would be a common practice too, it’s like a manicure for your head! It would probably be harder to do yourself though, I’m sorta glad I only have nails to paint

[cosmicraelum]

Some concept work of my OC Oz!

[pyomatic]

lying on my stomach, kicking my feet up in the air, smiling at my computer, you look at the monitor and i;m staring at osteoarchaeology and strontium

[coochiekrab]

big antler Rumi actually looks so cool and idk somehow those antlers looks quite feminine no idea how but damn can we have more pretty please..? I can`t say what but it have something in design...

Maybe we can consider canon big antler Rumi

[creativibee]

genuinely probably one of the coolest designs for the player I've seen

I love ur design for the player/Soul :)

thank you! been thinking of something like this for a long while. there were a few early attempts until i ended up with whatever this thing is

[deathnguts]

Ok but think about knowingly off putting little brother regulus and obliviously supportive older brother Sirius who still get along so Sirius excitedly introduces his wonderful brother to his friends and is just completely unaware of how regulus is purposefully freaking them out and much it’s working, like

Regulus: … your animagus form is a stag right?

James: how… how do you know that?

Regulus: I know a lot of things, is it a stag?

James: uh, yeah?

Regulus: cool. Have you shed your antlers yet?

James: … what 😀

Regulus: deer shed their antlers every year. It’s really gruesome, look *shows him a picture from a book* you should tell me how it feels when it happens.

James: 😟

-Later-

Sirius: isn’t he great? 😊

James, fidgeting with his head where his antlers are in his animagus form: yeah… yeah he’s something…

[jack-of-fractals]

I think at the core of it is that Evan will always approach the Quohlye looking for a way to Win The Exchange, Obtain the Maximized Win Condition, and that's simply not the kind of knowledge that the Quohlye deals in. The Quohlye deals in understanding, connection, and that entails knowing that the best, most useful knowledge you could attain from it will still not lead you to the ultimate good. I think Evan chafes against this, against the idea of this mystery and ambiguity, but he also fundamentally understands that he simply is not compatible with that kind of magical knowledge. Sam is. The gift you receive from the Quohlye is not a server full of raw potential. It is not an antler shaped scar across your pectoral that is the mark of something ancient and cthonic protecting you. It is not raw creation smoldering off the surface of your skin, making you six and a half feet tall. It is understanding. It is knowing you have power and the amount you have is enough. Sam took understanding, and when Evan fought so that she could have even more, she was given something that would make that understanding shine bright and gold in her hair and in her hands. Evan knows that Sam made the right choice between understanding and power. Evan will still choose power. Evan will still demand power. The Quohlye offers an alternative. Does magic have symmetry or does it not have symmetry? Will you also get a cool color-coded set of powers or will you gain a gift that actually matches the magic you are approaching?

[thefreakandthehair]

cabin.

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | prompts: cabin | wc: 699 | rating: teen & up | tags: steve pov, steve harrington has a crush on eddie munson, good uncle wayne, sharing body heat, one bed, fluff, getting together

Wayne and Eddie have been so accommodating, so kind, and almost embarrassingly welcoming to him joining their annual ice fishing road trip to Michigan that asking for an extra blanket feels criminal. With how much they’ve opened their arms to him after his parents all but ghosted for the holiday season, he’d rather freeze to death in this fucking cabin than dare to ask for something as stupid as an extra blanket. Besides, the cabin is small enough that he and Eddie are sharing a room; eventually, he’ll come to bed, feel how cold it is for himself, and go grab extra blankets on his own. 

He’ll survive for as long as it takes for Eddie and Wayne to finish the spaghetti western they’d been watching when he came to bed. 

Steve’s been through worse. 

Cool moonlight streams in beneath the thick, plaid curtains and illuminates the far wall, accentuating its wooden details and the knickknacks lining the shelves— a collection of small, handmade stuffed wildlife, framed photos of the lake, books with worn spines well-loved over the years. It’s a quiet space, a sanctuary that Steve’s never had even if he might lose a few toes. 

Is the cabin the sanctuary? Or is it the rare time alone with Eddie? 

He tries not to think about how many times he’s thought of this over the last couple years, how often he’s laid in bed imagining Eddie coming to bed with him and not just in the ways that make him squirm and sweat. He’s pictured it a hundred times over: Eddie sneaking in beneath the covers, trying not to wake him up but it’s not like Eddie has ever been smooth a day in his life. Steve would wake up from a light sleep, turning over to welcome him in and pull him close, wrinkling his nose against Eddie’s frizzy curls as he buries his face in Steve’s neck. He’d listen to him breathe, feel his body grow heavier and heavier against Steve’s and fall asleep to the even cadence of his heartbeat. 

Steve takes a deep breath and shakes his head, focusing instead on the organic spirals and swirls of the logs that make up the cabin walls. With heavy-lidded eyes that grow heavier despite the cold, he traces the markings and imagines patterns and pictures in them the way he had the starts as a kid. One looks like a moose without its antlers, another like an abstract palm tree. He doesn’t find a third one, and falls asleep trying. 

When he wakes up a couple of hours later, Steve’s warm. 

Extra blankets, soft wool, weigh him down and he sighs into the comforting presence that engulfs him. One tattooed arm rests over his hip and another squeezes beneath his pillow, a hand outstretched with silver rings that cover each finger and gleam in the slivers of light that continue to creep in between the curtains. Blinking his eyes open and biting the inside of his cheek to make sure he’s not dreaming, Steve realizes the warmth he’d woken up chasing is Eddie. 

Do I move over? Does he realize I’m not a pillow? Does he actually want this the way I want this? Did I die of hypothermia after all? Does he— 

“You think really loud, Steve,” Eddie whispers into the dark, his lips moving against Steve’s hair as he squeezes him gently around the middle. “Is this okay?” 

“Mhm,” Steve hums. “You’re so warm.” 

“Good, you were shivering when I came to bed.” He feels Eddie chuckle behind him, quiet breaths against his neck. He wants to turn around, to tuck himself into Eddie’s comfort and maybe just never leave. 

“Didn’t wanna bother you or Wayne for another blanket. Kinda glad I didn’t now,” Steve admits, words slurring as his shoulders sag. He wiggles back, trying to get impossibly closer. 

“We’ll talk more about that in the morning.” Eddie squeezes a knee between Steve’s and tangles their legs together. 

Steve nods wordlessly, pulling the top blanket further up beneath his chin. 

The last thing he remembers before drifting back to a dream that has no chance of rivaling reality is the feeling of Eddie’s lips against his temple. 

[skeletalheartattack]

im sure he's relaxing on a beach somewhere. i bet he's still single.

a bestie can be anything. a bestie can be the 2007 roblox chain chomp face changer. ive known him since childhood. we grew up together. he literally changed my face and it was so cool. i hope he's still out there causing a ruckus and shit.