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I was traveling recently and I saw some of these cool deer while reading TTT in the scene with Artemis
#trials of apollo#toa#percy jackson#rick riordan#artemis and apollo#artemis pjo#artemis#deer#winter#pretty#idk what tipe they were#I think mule deer?#pjo hoo toa
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my au where theyre open season because i thought about it and liked it
#dungeon meshi#open season#kabru#laios touden#side note: did you know elliot is probs a whitetail deer and the rest of the deer in open season are most likely mule deer#here ive made laios a mule deer and kabru is obvi a blackbear like kermode bear maybe. he doesnt have the same boog backstory#but they would both have analogous backstories like laios gets kicked out for being a lyra heartstrings humanfanboy or something#oh also shaw is the winged lion and he still hits laios-deer with a truck even tho hes a bigass muledeer bc he has a bigger truck#in this i do think kabru is much more reluctant than boog to return but laios is way enthused for it#like the elliot drinking coffee scene with more weight or smth idk imagine shaw is a beautiful but evil 'big game hunter'=poacher#shaw as the winged lion i mean you have to imagine the cartoonish villain style im thinking like the villain from the missing lynx#doodles#ENJOY ALL#labru#boog as marcille would also work but i adamantly believe in open season as a gay romcom so i will not be making her kiss laios#i just dont think thats true
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^ double digits!
#010#deer#mule deer#doe#fawn#dont mind the fact that theyre in the void...#i think i might try doing lineless more#double digits!! ten days !!!#🎉🎉🎉 woo#with ref
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Buck Gordon I can babygirlify you if no one else will. He won the Sky City bi-weekly bake-off with his cornbread muffins once and he has yet to shut up about it.
#my art#anthro#wizard101#buck Gordon#I base him off of a mule deer because they have weird thick ass necks like he does#also cause I think making him and Tessa different deer species is fun#his antlers aren’t real hashtag trans rights#ok peace and love goodbye
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i guess i’ve never posted these here!!! still super love these pieces i did for my BFA show in my last semester at school. i still think about how i could keep spending time adding more and more to these forever
colored pencil on paper, 2019
#my art#traditional art#colored pencil#mule deer#roosevelt elk#glacier bear#i can't BELIEVE i havent posted these here#i went to go rb it bc now im thinking about them but man!! i hadnt ever posted them!!!#i still looooove the deer one#it was so fun to work on#still wish i'd gone a bit more heavy-handed w the colored pencil#but i also kind of like the softness??? idk!!!#i love.... mixing colors#like i mixed complimentary colors to make neutrals rather than using neutrals outright#so like i made black by layering yellow and blue and red over and over again#i also made the frames hehe that was fun too
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Courting Pursuit
Part 1
Prologue
Alastor X Deer Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ (gn) gender neutral reader, mule deer reader, assuming alastor is a marsh deer, flustered alastor, Spanish translated, food mention-not specific, italics= thoughts, mentions of dismemberment ⚠
You had gotten Alastor's attention after that peck on the forehead.
It annoyed him though.
How dare some demon think to kiss him, the frightening Radio Demon, who slaughtered other Overlords to get to the top. He should be feared!
But after that day all you did was give him gentle smiles and what he assumes are compliments in Spanish. He's had to get a dictionary to translate them, not wanting to go to Vaggie every time.
After learning how to properly translate in his radio tower, he's left with a flushed face.
Damn that sleepy eyed deer- He huffs and tosses the book away.
Then he starts to notice more things about you. Mostly because he's trying to figure out a way to get you back for daring to touch him.
You look sleepy, almost all the time.
Noticing how strong you are when you lift one of the couches for Niffty to clean under it. How big your antlers are and how often you have to lower your head in order to enter a room without hitting your antlers on the door frame. Damn Angel for pointing out your big build and chest.
A button has shot out and broken a glass at the bar, the thread having finally snapped from the constant tension.
"Holy shit!", Angel laughed and turned to the white haired demon. "Hey vagina! You owe me a twenty!"
He learned the proper shirt size for you so that it wouldn't happen again.
Then he's noticed that you like to stand near him when given the chance. Sitting on the chair next to him when having dinner with everyone, sometimes following him to the bar, and then watching him cook.
It annoys him.
You still don't fear him.
Another night, another meal to be made and you're watching him cook again. The Radio Demon finally speaks up about your presence in the kitchen.
"If you aren't going to contribute in making the food, then leave.", he glances over his shoulder with a slight glare.
The mule deer stays leaning against the door frame for a second longer before pushing themselves off, walking over while rolling up their sleeves.
"Te ayudaré." (I will help you.)
It is quiet in the kitchen, save for the occasional ask for spices and other ingredients.
You are quite skilled with a knife.
He watches from the corner of his eye as you mince the vegetables.
After everything is done, you get the plates and set them down on the counter before starting to serve some the food one one of them.
"Who are you serving?", he questions.
You don't reply, instead you finish piling food on the plate before offering it to him with the same smile you always show him.
"Eat."
The Radio Demon was confused but took the plate anyway. It was the cook that ate last, it's always been that way.
"I don't really understand why you served me first. The others are in the dining room.", he said.
Before he could put his plate down, you stopped him and gave him a utensil.
"Please, eat. Has trabajado duro, así que come y relájate. Yo serviré.", you flashed another smile and gathered up the other food filled plates, balancing them on your arms as you made your way over to the door. (You have worked hard, so eat and relax. I will serve.)
He stood there as he watched you leave the room, taking a glance at the plate in his hands.
What exactly were you trying to do?
Later in the week, Alastor decided to pay a visit to Rosie and brought some food that you had made after finding out where he was going.
He sat on one of the arm chairs as the woman across from him complimented your food.
"I need advise for a problem."
The black eyed woman lifted a brow.
"You? Now this must be something good. You never ask for advise unless something has really stumped ya.", she said and dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
"It's about that mule deer I brought with me last time, the hotel guest.", his smile strained slightly. "I don't understand why aren't scared of me like other sinners. Hell, even the Princess knows to be wary of me but the damn demon just smiles at me."
This gets her attention and she sits up a bit straighter.
"Go on.."
"Not only that, they dare to peck me on the forehead.", he looks away. "I hate that they aren't afraid. They sit close to me, compliment me, follow me around sometimes, helped me in the kitchen just a few days ago. Served me a plate even!", he raised a hand up in annoyance. "I've ripped demons apart in front of them but they still act so strangely around me! I don't understand! Why are they so odd!?"
Rosie laughs as she places her elbow on the arm rest, leaning her chin in the palm of her hand, wearing a knowing smile.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're being courted."
Alastor turned to look at his friend.
"A what now?"
You..courting him?
How absurd! Laughable even.
"Hahahaha!", he wiped a tear away. "I didn't think you'd make such a ridiculous joke, ha.."
The woman crossed her arms and stared him down with a look.
"Surely you jest.", he says.
Rosie sighs and stands from her seat. "Dear old friend, what are the ways to court or show interest in a person?"
"Ah..well. You know I've never-", he begins but is cut off.
"The most popular ways to court someone are to give the person of their interest compliments, attention, gifts, acts of service, and often treated in a respectable manner.", she lists off and she walks over to stand next to his chair. "And the oh so famous line of reaching a person's heart is through their stomach.", she says and pokes his mid section. "It sounds a lot like what that big darling deer is doing for you."
Alastor left, not knowing what else to say after his friend laid out the evidence so plainly for him to see. Once he arrived back at the hotel, he noticed the mule deer sleeping in the lobby on one of the couches.
"Everyone else is asleep in their rooms.", Husk spoke up fron the bar.
The spider demon is at the bar drinking a maroon liquid from a martini glass in his hand.
"Why are they..here?", the Radio Demon gestures to you.
"Said something about making sure to welcome you when you got back. I don't know why they'd want to though.", the cat demon serves himself a drink.
"Gentle Giant is real sweet, that's why.", Angel places his cup on the bar counter. "Damn, I'd want some hot demon to welcome me back home.", he says before leaning closer to the bartender. "Oh Husk~"
Husk just rolls his eyes and drinks his alcohol.
"They gotta sleep in their room. The couch is not that comfortable.", Husk mentions.
Not too long later, the two demons at the bar leave to go to their rooms to retire for the night.
Alastor now left with the task of waking you up.
He goes over and places a hand on your shoulder, beginning to shake you slightly.
"Wake up. You have to go to your room.", he says.
You slowly blink your eyes open and stare at him for a second. Then that soft dopey smile forms on your face.
"Bienvenido de nuevo.", you mumbled out. (Welcome back.)
". . . . . . . . ."
Shit.
He made sure you didn't hit anything on your way back to your room. Immediately walking away after your door closes to think over a few things.
Fun fact: Female deer can also have antlers but it is very rare and only occurs when there is a hormonal imbalance of testosterone/regulation issues.
~Seline, the person.
Part 2
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In a Humans are Space Orcs universe, this is the type of video you show your alien friend to prove how fucking confusing Earth is.
So in this video we've got
-A young deer, small, oblivious to predators while its eating (since it had a startled reaction), herbivore, prey animal
-A small obligate carnivore predator animal that evolved from a very large predator and still technically has its evolutionary instincts
-The small predator is a version of the animal that just kinda domesticated itself to the sentient apex predator of the planet for its own benefit
-The apex predator of the planet went along with this because "omg look at the cutie!" pack bonding trait
-Small predator animal attacks prey animal playfully not aiming to kill, for its own enjoyment and curiosity
-Young prey animal doesn't really know what to do so just.... steps on it
-Small predator was not expecting that response so runs away..... the predator ran away from the prey it chose to toy with
I've been reading waaaaayyyy to much HASO stuff , I love it. I think about it a lot when animal videos (which youtube now keeps recommending me because I click on like all of them) come up— I've been getting a lot of youtube shorts. I think of humans being confusing to aliens every time I see big cats being treated like house cats at animal sanctuaries. Like yes please boop the snoot of a fucking TIGER. And the Tiger, this massive killing machine, is just a-okay with this because weird hairless being gives food, comfortable living, cardboard boxes, and enjoyable pets.
#humans are space orcs#humans are weird#earth is a deathworld#i love this genre#id dip my toe into writing but i hate prose#i like screen style more#or some hybrid#anyways
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how old is Prowl, Spike and Fang? Also DAYUM Deepdark is younger than Nightberry. Nightberry why is this young man so much more successful than you??? Gurl you are this old and still living in your clans basement??? Dayum. You have magic powers or wherever, go use them to make a cult, I was running a cult by the time I was 14 why ain’t you????
Copying this from an older ask: "Spike is 8-ish, Prowl is 11, and Fang is 12. For their relative species it means Spike is the youngest, Fang and Deepdark are a bit above middle-aged, and Prowl is old, but not elderly."
Mule deer have an average lifespan of 11 in the wild, so Deepdark is actually about the same age as Nightberry in terms of deer years. Also, don't diss Nightberry... she wouldn't want to run a cult. You should go read my "Sunny Skies and Deep Water" story if you want to see the two of them squaring off.
She was younger in my original drafts of the script, just like Plumstripe and Beeface were younger, but I've aged her up a bit since then. This is the line you're thinking of from Issue 3:
Which can still hold mostly true, I suppose. Egrettail is 6 years old, the same as Rainhaze and Slugpelt. She's not exactly an elder, but not quite as young as this early line was probably implying. Things tend to shift and change a bit as you write long projects!
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Hi, I just stumbled upon your page and was wondering if I could make a fanfic request?
The request is as follows: Platonic Vox & GN!Reader who's rational, calm and level-headed but also playful and snarky at times.
Basically, Reader is a teenage sinner (17-18) who made a deal with Vox and works for him as an assistant. Reader is kind of like the voice of reason whenever Vox has impulsive outbursts, and either goes along with his evil plans or banters with him about them if they're super ridiculous. Reader is probably the employee Vox is closest to and whom he trusts enough to even vent to (especially about Alastor). At one point, Reader casually reveals their age and Vox is just like "holy shit you are a ki-", and becomes more protective of them. Even going as far as to threaten demons who so much as curse at them ("hey that's MY employee, only I can do that")
After a while, Vox and Reader get kind of a parent/child type relationship, they still get on each other's nerves but are there for each other when it's needed.
If you don't want to write this, that's completely alright, you can just ignore it!
𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚! 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩/𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮. 💗
𝓘 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽!
𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩!𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙭 𝙆𝙞𝙙!𝙂𝙉!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮/𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙙/𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚.
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 💗
(𝙃𝘼𝙕𝘽𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀! 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 💗)
“I mean, what does that chicken-legged mule deer have that I fuckin’ don’t?” Vox complained, claws barely managing to not tear his desk into a million pieces for the fifth time this week. You only rolled your eyes and pulled your VoxPod closer to your chest.
“I don’t know, sir, but you need to calm down. You’re gonna fry your circuits again.” You tried to reason with him.
“But it’s such BULLSH-ZZTIT-IT!” He growled, opting to only slam his fist into the desk instead. You sighed and tapped away on your device, clearing up the night on his schedule. He whined, like a small child, as he contemplated his choices. “What if… I blow up that little hotel of his!”
“No offense, sir,” you started, glancing up at him as he finally turned in his spin-chair to face you with narrowed eyes. You continued with a deadpan expression. “But that’s a stupid idea. We have already confirmed that hotel has a magical force around it, and it’s ruin your reputation if you killed the princess.”
You were a bit surprised when he didn’t moan and yell in your face, instead seeming to take your words into consideration and taking a moment to think. When his face lit up (a bit literally), you raised a brow.
“So then we’ll just kill him, instead. Silently, of course…” He grinned menacing and straightened his poster along with his tie as he looked to you for your final opinion. You looked to the ground in thought, then to his schedule.
“If we grow a bit more in power in the next month, and redirect the public’s attention back onto us entirely instead of the Radio Demon…” you mumbled to yourself, carefully considering your options. Finally, you looked to him with a dark gaze. “Then of course we can.”
The TV demon guffawed in victory, his excitement flying through the roof as he jumped around the platform. As you watched him, you rolled your eyes. Suddenly, taking your eyes off him, he picked you up by your shoulders, causing you to yelp a bit.
“V- Sir!” You stuttered, trying not to drop your VoxPod from the height. Vox only chuckled and put you down gently.
“Oh, whatever. Call me Vox when we’re outa the public eye.” He waved his hand at you absentmindedly. On the high of an undefeated football team, he suggested, “We need to go out to drink tonight!”
“I knew you were gonna say that, I already cleared your schedule.” You smirked, reaching out to pick up the messy papers that fell on the floor during Vox’s tantrum. Vox hand stops you and picks it up himself. “Nuh-uh-uh, you’ve gotta come along too.”
“Really, sir?” You almost beamed, smiling softly.
“Yep! So you’ve gotta clear your evening up as well.” He declared.
“Damn, I’m lucky this is hell, so I can probably drink.” You thought out loud, earning Vox’s attention again.
“What? Why wouldn’t you be aloud to drink?” He rose a brow; had you stollen something from the bartender they always went to? Or maybe one on earth?
“Oh, I’m 17. And, you know, if it wasn’t hell, I wouldn’t be able to go to the bar with you.” You stated, tapping away on your device again before looking at Vox once again, who only stood there wide eyed.
“Wait, you’re a kid?” He pointed at you dumbfounded. You nodded before he laughed. “Hah! I thought you were just fuckin’ short!”
you rolled your eyes and went back to the screen you were tapping on as he thought out loud. “Wait, how’d you even survive this long? You’ve worked for me for around a year now… holy shit! You died when you were, like, 16?”
“Well, 15, but close enough.” You corrected half-heartedly. Vox was all but flabbergasted. Suddenly, the door to his office opened abruptly.
“Vox, why the hell did you cancel your whole afternoon?” Velvette complained, turning to you and pointing he finger your direction. “What the fuck did ‘e do?”
“Hey! Chill the hell out Velvette, and don’t swear at my employees, only I can do that.” He warned sternly, and you rose a brow in his direction. “We're going drinking tonight, tell Val.”
Velvette’s mood did a 180 as she squealed and left the room. He smiled proudly of himself and turned to you, where you were giving a “really?” look. “What?”
“So now that I tell you that I’m not over 19 years old, you’re gonna act like I don’t appear much less childish than you?” You sneered.
“Uh, ouch, you can tuck right off with that,” he waved you off. “And yes. I am. And you aren’t drinking anything heavy tonight.”
You rolled your eyes for the millionth time today, but smiled a bit to yourself. At least he cared.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩! 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜! 💗
𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚
#Vox#dad vox#hazbin hotel#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#Vox being a little softy for reader
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Someone asked me for my rant on MLP Gen 5 so ima post as much as i can remember here.
I wanted to redesign Sunny Starscout and Izzy MoonBow. Sunny is gonna be mule based and Izzy crystal pony based, also i personally believe gen 5 is in their teens compared to gen 4 in their college-adulting age. I hate that she calls herself a princess... like i dont like that mlp treats alicorns as a royalty thing and not a demi-god thing but Sunny just ticks me off bad
Gen 5 has minimal and uninteresting story, character personality, character design, etc. Most of the main cast look like background recolor ponies, their designs have nothing to 'grasp on to' and their personalities dont have anything to care for or about. And their names SUCK! They tried to continue a; Twilight Sparkle and Lyra Heartstrings, type name but failed. Their all duplicates of eachother besides their personal 'thing': Main pony, artsy pony, influencer pony, tomboy pony, guy pony, weirdly in-depth character pony.
Whats worse than that is looking at the concepts. Their new gen had decent concepts, but seeing that they were going to recreate gen 4 was devastating. Monster high is doing the same thing?? They have the same characters but with small tweaks and differences. i think it would have been easier to just remake gen 4 instead of making a new gen, ugh.
Also the story doesnt make since/ sounds so weird if its the same timeline as gen 4 but n/a time passed. Gen 4 ended with P!Twi making a school for magic for all races, and gen 5 opens up to REVERYONE separated? By race and pony race?? And everyones left in the dark about it since none of the main cast are relevant enough to know, and no one to give that info besides the villain but why would she just tellnthe audience??? if everyone separated again wouldnt Windigos be affecting this? Wouldnt a windigo villian make more since than a continuity error 'alicorn'???
Theres more to add but i cant think without combining my own headcannon in right now, bleh.
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Little known fact about me, I hate to kill.
I was a life long hunter, did it from a very young age. I did it to put food on the families table, I did it for the hunt.
But, after hunting the most dangerous predictor on the planet my bottle was filled up with all the killing I ever needed to see.
The last time I hunted was in 2011, I took a 230 pound, 4 point (8 point Easter count) Mule deer and I hated every second of it. It's not that I don't know how to do it, it's not like I can't do it but after seeing so much loss of life, I just hate to do it.
This poor Quail had a broken wing, I hat to either put it down like Old Yeller of clean up the remains when the local stray cats tore it a part.
Fuck! I hate killing.
Maybe if people had as much remorse about killing a each other as I did shooting a bird that needed to be put down the world would be a better place.
Some of you might think me a pussy for my feelings, I said I hated the killing not that I'm not trained and capable of doing the hard work when it needs to be done.
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Got a new sona artwork from my friend tuna (FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/goatuna) and really happy how it turned out. Is based on my time in Utah and Bryce Canyon. She is a mule deer which are common in the park. Wish I was allowed to keep the uniform to do this exact pose irl lol.
Hoping to experiment with the red highlights in the hair down the line too. I think a Mule Deer better reflects my personality than a shark tbh. I'm really chill, until not and get really skittish and panicked.
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After, no joke like 2 or 3 months of concepting and bothering my friends for opinions, I FINALLY have a main fursona again LOL. After years of not having one!
Don't worry my other ocs aren't going anywhere, I will always have multiple sonas and I love them all. but now i have a main and that feels nice! My dragon ocs are mostly seperate from the furry Fandom in my mind even though I know that distinction doesn't really matter much for others, it feels wrong to draw them as anthros for some reason :p
Shes based on a piebald deer as well as my faun oc cause I absolutely adore her. Shed also a mule deer x fallow, 2 of my favorite deer species! I dont think those 2 can actually hybridize in nature but its okay, im mixed irl and I think its cute. Shes also a talking deer.
Im excited to slowly start getting art of her with friends and drawing her when I have time!
If drawn with hair she can have long 3c type hair like mine irl, or french curl braids which ive also had irl ✨️🌸
You can find out more about her on my th page: https://toyhou.se/23341128.pidgedove
#piebald deer#sona#fursona#truesona#furry#mixed#poc#bipoc furries#heartspark#my art#myartwork#my artwork#myart
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Mule deer does (I think??), Jackson Hole, WY [2-2-24]
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There's also the robustly tested physics equationp=mvor momentum (p) is equal to mass (m) times velocity (v).Mean mass of a male population is reliably, and considerably higher than a female one, as is maximum velocity
So, first, a piece of advice, “equationp=mvor” is not a real physics equation, certainly not the F=MA one that you're trying to reference.
Now, do you understand how stupid citing this equation is in this situation?
First of all, F=MA, or P=MV, don't actually concern themselves with maximum velocity. If taken literally, “maximum velocity,” means a grain of sand striking with enough force to vaporize you. Since you can't vaporize people with your hands, I think it's safe to say your arms are moving a little bit slower.
“But, wait,” you cry, “girls are small!” And, you know what, that's true (sometimes.) The average weight of a woman in the US is ~167.6 lbs (this number is technically a little higher, because the data set I'm looking at is indexed by age.) In turn, the average male in the US weighs about 197.9lbs. But, there's a fatal problem with this thought process. You're not hitting people by leaping from passing buildings and slamming into them. You're (in theory) punching people. Now, this may be a shocking revelation, but your hand weighs a bit less than 200lbs. And by a bit less, I mean, on average about 1.2lbs. The average woman's hand weighs about 0.8 pounds. So, that sounds significant, right?
Well, not that much, actually. You see, when you sit down and start calculating something like F=MA, you're normally worried about calculating fairly chunky numbers, like that grain of sand example above, where if you try to solve for F when F=Mc... it doesn't matter, because c is goddamn infinite. (Technically, it's 3x10^8m/s, but the result is sufficiently extreme that, “infinite,” is close enough.)
So, what you've actually proven here... if a man steps off the curb in front of an uptown bus going 60mph, he will do more damage to it, than if a woman performed the same feat. Though, at that point, you're basically claiming you're an inferior fighter to such martial arts masters as, “a light pole,” “a slab of concrete,” “a mule deer,” and “an octogenarian oak tree.”
My money's on the mule deer.
While physics is important, we're talking about an object that weighs, on average, about 1lb, hitting another squishy sack of meat, traveling at about 15mph. But, there's a problem here, boxers frequently punch at speeds of up to 35mph. And if you remember the physics a moment ago, you'll remember that this is multiplied. Going off of simple raw kinetic force, that punch is going to be hitting over twice as hard. This eats the that .8lb vs 1.2lb average weight differential.
And it gets worse. Smaller martial artists and boxers find it much easier to reach even higher speeds. Small men and women, with a martial arts backgrounds have had strikes clocked at 45mph. At that point, they're basically tripling the force of their impact, before you try to account for their smaller hands, which still doesn't drag them below hitting with more than twice the force you can muster.
So how does this happen? Well, it's physics. It's easier to get a smaller object moving faster, than a larger one. F=MA, works both ways. The force you have to put in is related to the mass of the object and the desired speed. So, for a woman, it takes significantly less power to get their hand moving at speeds your muscles simply cannot match. Ironically, this is one place where smaller men do lose out, because, while their hands are smaller overall, they're still larger in relation to their body mass, than a woman's. (Each hand is ~0.65% of your weight if you're male, if you're female the average is ~0.5% So, if you have two 120lb fighters, with one being male and one being female, the woman's hands will be lighter than the man's. And, if their training is roughly equivalent, it's likely she'll still have an observable speed advantage.)
Also, in case anyone's wondering, the overall statistics for your arms exhibits similar sexual dimorphism; women's arms average about 5% of their total body, with men their average is about 5.7% of their total weight. (Those statistics are for each arm, so for women, about 10% of their total body weight is in their arms.)
Things get a little more interesting when you look at the legs, a larger portion of a woman's total weight is in her legs (~18.4%) versus men (16.7%). This creates a situation where the small man might have a marginal speed advantage for kicking.
There's something else I'm skimming over here, but it's important to remember when you try to dig out physics in combat: Fighting is not turn based. It's not like, “oh, the girl got to go first, but I'll hit her after her turn's over;” that never happens. A speed advantage frequently means you don't get to respond. You get hit, and then while you're trying to recover, you get hit again, and while you're trying to recover from that, you hit again. Until you are neutralized.
Any competent martial artist, with a practical background, will know how to neutralize you before you can figure out, “buh, wait, it's supposed to be my turn now.”
Now, physics does teach you something important in this situation, someone with a martial background (whether that's sports, recreational martial arts, or practical hand to hand training) will hit more than twice as hard as your untrained ass. That obliterates, your, “buh I'm bigger, I can hits harder,” margin. And as the cranial injuries stack up, and you start slipping out of consciousness, “but I'm bigger,” doesn't fucking matter.
-Starke
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Fursona history dump!!
Literally gonna dump a bunch of art of EVERY past fursona of mine I could find. Some of them seem to have had every piece of art erased from existence so RIP Snowrush </3 but anyway. All sonas under the cut.
-Scruffy (Wolf)
Scruffy was my first EVER sona. By that I mean I made him when I was like 6-7 and would roleplay as him 24/7, I literally convinced myself I WAS him. My friends called me Scruffy, I drew myself as Scruffy, I was Scruffy y'all. Wasn't until I was like 10 that I knew what a fursona was though, but he definitely was one. Anyway my friends and I called ourselves "the secret animals" at the time. The tiger and fox are two of them, and the cat is still my best friend to this day (she's a bunny now ofc but back then she was a black cat called Starlight) god I am getting nostalgic just typing this. Good times <3
-Alaska (Fox)
Last piece by @mungosaur-4
Alaska was my fursona for YEARS. I'm still attached to her bc she was the sona I had when I was getting really into the actual fandom. Online, people knew me as her. Technically she was a fox/wolf/hyena hybrid but primarily she was a fox so lets just call her that. She was blue because I watched a lot of Pocari Roo at the time. To this day, I think Alaska is still the sona I've kept for the longest and in general have the most art of, because other people would draw her at the time online.
-Moth (Fox)
All pieces except the first are by @bluedivvy
Moth was my reluctant break away from Alaska, when I was going through an identity crisis. They were still a fox because I wasn't ready to break FULLY away from that yet, but they also had an enfield form because literally why not. I liked Moth, thought they were cute but I didn't keep them for very long.
-Moth (Maned wolf)
Second and last pieces by @bluedivvy, other character in the first also belongs to them
Moth was literally just a test really. She kept the name of my last sona because I went by that name at the time and wanted to keep it for my sonas. She was a maned wolf bc I discovered that the animal was pretty similar to me, and I loved the way they looked, but I didn't keep either Moth for very long.
-Mulee (Mule deer)
Second piece by @mungosaur-4 and third by @bluedivvy, other character in the first also belongs to bluedivvy
I made Mulee when I was super obsessed with deer, especially mule deer, because at the time my daemon was near settling as one and I was filming some local deer for a school project. I loved Mulee, mainly because she felt more unique and distinct than my previous canine sonas, and also I LOVED her colours. That being said I was never really satisfied with her because I didn't feel like a deer fit me as an animal in the way canines and such did. Still, I had Mulee for a long time and loved her a lot.
-Corvix (Corsac fox)
Maned wolf in the second pic belongs to mungosaur
I was back on my fox bullshit with Corvix. I abandoned Mulee in favour of a canine eventually, and I went for a corsac fox. She was cute, I liked her, but I never got really attached to her as a sona. She was more of a temporary thing.
-Grizzlee (Bear)
Bird in the first one belongs to mungosaur, rabbit is my bestie obv
And that brings us to Grizzlee, my current sona and the first one since Alaska I've felt satisfied with. I went back to Mulee's colours for her as well, strayed away from canines for some variety, but didn't stray TOO far from canines. So pretty much I feel like I wanna make a suit of her bc she's my favourite and I'm glad I waited to find one I really liked.
Okay that's the sona lore dump of all time goodbye!
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