Peter Paul Rubens - The Wolf and Fox Hunt, 1616

Now held in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. It shows mounted and walking hunters chasing two wolves and three foxes. The painting was completed with the help of assistants, although the wolves were painted entirely by Rubens.

It marks the beginning of an intensive creative phase in which Rubens focused on the theme of hunting.

Rubens - The Hippopotamus and Crocodile Hunt

Rubens - The Lion Hunt

Rubens - The Tiger Hunt

Rubens - The Wild Boar Hunt

Rubens - Diana Returning from Hunt, 1615

According to the date, this was actually the first of his so-called "Hunting Phase." I'm guessing it doesn't count because it doesn't show the women actually hunting down their prey, or the men hunting for fruit...

And after painting all those damned carnivores, Sir Peter was inspired by Pythagoras's speech in Ovid's Metamorphoses, he followed up with...

Pythagoras Advocating Vegetarianism, 1618

He needed help on this painting, he wasn't very good with fruit, RAW MEAT WAS his specialty after all. He needed the help of of his buddy, Frans, seriously... Frans Snyders had to paint the fruit and he received credit with Rubens on the piece.

Don't believe me? Check it out - ROYAL COLLECTION TRUST

"It was a collaboration between Rubens, who did the figures, and Frans Snyders, who did the foodstuffs. In this case Snyders painted the fruit and vegetables first and then passed the canvas over to Rubens who was careful not to paint over any of his friend's work."

See, I wouldn't make that up. Anyway, while working on the painting he became a full-blown Renaissance Pythagorean Vegetarian (RPV). Shortly after finishing the painting, he locked himself in his studio and planning to prevent partitioning of perspective profits, proceeded to polish up on his production of painted produce. Freaking unfortunate for his ill-fated friend Frans...

Sir Peter Paul Rubens (self-portrait), c. 1620s

Born - June 28, 1577 -- Died - May 30, 1640

Still plagued with young!Pharaoh Cubfan, so I decided to draw how I think he would meet Scar (who happened to be sneaking into the palace in search of Jellie-). Don't worry, they became besties after this incident.

https://www.tumblr.com/ratspoison/723119888879763456/reading-a-hentai-and-tell-me-why-this-guy-looks?source=share

The name of this pls 🙏

NO I CANT ITS SUCH A PROBLEMATIC MANGA ILL ACTUALLY GET CANCELLED AND HAVE TO MAKE A COLLEEN HOOVER STYLE APOLOGY CAUSE THE ACTUAL NEXT LEVEL GROOMING IS-

(Hachirokusou: the confined and disgraced bride)

TW: Taxidermy of vulnerable animals.

Michels is lying about the economy under Evers, only listing the shut downs that needed to happen and was state wide because people were dying from a contagious, deadly virus. The shut downs weren’t nearly long enough, and a lot of businesses that were opened were barely considered as “essential” because they had food in them. (Like Target.) So really most jobs were still up and running.

But besides all of that I want to point out a few little details-

Tony Evers has been going to cultural festivals lately, talking to the 99% of Wisconsinites. (He also lives in Wisconsin.)

Michels visits Wisconsin to hang out with a bunch of rich, white people at a fabrication company in a room filled with taxidermy, including a hippo.

Hippos don’t just appear in the wild in America. They’re on the “vulnerable” list and they’re illegal to hunt. One of these people either went overseas to hunt a hippopotamus for game or bought one off of someone who illegally kills and sells animals on the “illegal to hunt” list for money.

Crocodiles are also illegal to kill in America and depending on the breed are somewhere between “least risk” to “critically endangered.” Though it’s hard to tell what’s next to the hippo. People are speculating that it’s a crocodile.

Not enough people are talking about how Michels is hanging out with people who casually sits in a room with dead animals that are illegal to hunt so I’m going to.

Edit: I didn’t notice the obvious ivory tusk until @yardbitch pointed it out!

Your opinion on whether or not pineapple is a legitimate pizza topping.

It's a Canadian invention, so I'm obligated by my fellow Canadians to say yes.

Pineapple is a legitimate pizza topping... but my own personal caveat, only on Hawaiian pizza.

If I get booed for this, so be it. 🍁🍕

ok apperently these hippos can fly

"'Course it had to be clowns. At this point, I don't know why anyone goes near circuses. Or carnivals. Or festivals."

Moe

[Major Mauricio Quinto]

(He/Him)

Giff Blood Hunter, Order of the Ghostslayer

Chaotic Good

Wildspacer Background - Survived Close Encounter with Space Clowns

Dice Set #259 - Dark Ruby Galaxy

1930. Indigenous people in Chad with a hippo drumstick.

The fact that Zootopia saw Hippos as prey is wild

Apparently there's an evolutionary theory that the reason why Africa has so much wild big-ass megafauna while the big-ass megafauna on all the other continents went extinct is because they evolved right beside humans, and knew us well enough to not get hunted into extinction.

So while everything from giant koalas to giant sloths barely had the time to think "what the fuck is that" before getting pierced by a spear and getting their bone marrow gently fed to babies and the toothless elderly, Africa had elephants who had all the time in the world to learn to tell apart human languages and teach the next generations of their herd which human sounds mean that this tribe won't hurt you, but humans who make this kind of sounds are a danger. And hippos learned to conclude "I think I'll fuck up this two-legged weird shit on sight."

Looking for an excuse to draw the Convex boys so heres another generic 3/4 static body pose just so i coukd get an idea what their clothes would look like. Yes, I know Ancient Egyptian royalty shave their heads but I couldn't bring myself to cut off Cub's hair so he keeps his hair.

VIDEO: कीचड़ में छुपे हिप्पो पर चढ़कर शिकार करने लगा तेंदुआ, फिर जो हुआ वो देखकर उड़ जाएंगे होश!

VIDEO: कीचड़ में छुपे हिप्पो पर चढ़कर शिकार करने लगा तेंदुआ, फिर जो हुआ वो देखकर उड़ जाएंगे होश!

जंगल का एक प्रमुख नियम है, जो सबसे मजबूत होता है वही जीवित बचता है. जंगल में जो खूंखार शिकारी होता है, वो भी कभी ना कभी किसी दूसरे जानवर से डरकर भाग निकलता है. ऐसे में कोई भी जानवर कभी भी रुख बदल देता है. यूट्यूब पर ऐसा ही एक वीडियो काफी वायरल हो रहा है जिसमें एक खूंखार शिकारी और एक विशाल जानवर (hippo fighting with leopard viral video) के बीच जंग छिड़ गई जो सबको हैरान कर रही है. लेटेस्ट साइटिंग्स…

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If animals, real or imaginary, feature heavily in your story, give this a read. In fiction, carnivores are frequently depicted as incredibly vicious and as attacking every other living creature on sight, whereas herbivores are depicted as gentle, benign, and typically only hurt humans on accident if they panic, such as by rearing or stampeding. This is bullshit. Firstly, many herbivores are incredibly vicious and are in fact far more likely to attack a person just for being nearby. This especially goes for large herd ungulates like rhinos, hippos, Cape buffalo, and moose. All of these are highly aggressive to humans and in general. Bison are considerably more chill than their African cousins, but they still send tourists flying (sometimes to their graves) in Yellowstone due to people trying to get too close and treat them like a petting zoo. Deer, often imagined as the pinnacle of fearful and delicate, will typically choose flight over fight. . .but should they choose to fight, especially a male in rut or a female with a fawn, they can and will kill a human being. Even a rabbit will do its best to fuck someone up if they feel they are threatened. Remember, every animal will fight for its life with all its got, and to herbivores, EVERYTHING is a potential threat. If an animal they’re not familiar with as “safe” is nearby, they will assume it’s a threat. There are some prey animals that are surprisingly docile---videos I’ve seen of people interacting with a wild potoroo and a Bosavi wooly rat show them to be incredibly chill, and the quokka is famous for its lack of fear towards humans—but these are the exception, not the rule. Wild carnivores aren’t cute pets just waiting for the right special animal-loving protagonist to take them home, but they aren’t these constantly-aggressive, constantly-angry, constantly-ravenous monsters either that so much media makes out. They most certainly will hunt when they’re hungry, and in the rare instance they decide to make a meal of a human, that human is indeed fucked (it’s hilarious to me how many people think they could fight off a lion, tiger, etc.) but unless it’s truly starving and desperate* most of them are not going to make a point of pursuing a potential meal, human or otherwise, to the exclusion of all else. Especially not if there’s other options around. Why expend all these energy chasing after the protagonists if there’s literally anything else they could catch and eat instead? And why do so many of these monster-animals seem so interested in catching and killing the protagonists, but not in actually eating them; a ridiculous number of predators in fiction will straight-up leave the body of a person they JUST killed behind in order to catch another human. Why? This makes no sense, I don’t care if it’s a fictional animal like a dragon or manticore, it’s not conducive to survival. Unless this animal is MEANT to have an actual sentient grudge (which CAN happen, a man in Russia once shot a tiger and took its kill; the tiger waited for him in his cabin when he returned) do away with the Super Persistent Predator trope. Especially when it’s an animal like a great white shark, whose preferred prey not only isn’t humans, we’re actually downright nasty to them because we don’t have the fat content of the seals and sea lions they typically eat (most great white “attacks” are just them checking us out or mistaking us for a delicious sea mammal) There are exceptions to this rant, though most are small creatures. For instance, stoats do engage in “surplus killing” and stockpile the bodies, and shrews are very aggressive little predators due to having incredibly fast metabolisms that mean they basically have to eat all the time to stay alive. And, yes, there are some large ones; the tiger shark will eat anything, bull sharks are pretty bad to be around, and the polar bear has actively hunted humans when the opportunity presents itself. But as with the “super gentle chill wild herbivore that is basically domesticated” they are the exceptions. And I’m sure you know of other exceptions; the fact they are “exceptions” in the first place means it’s NOT the norm. If there’s a reason the animals in your story are hyper-aggressive and persistent to a point they seem almost consciously evil, that’s fine---genetically engineered that way, for instance---but have there be a REASON. It’s seldom the default in nature. Think of it this way: You’d fight a lot harder to save your life than you would to get a hamburger (unless saving your life required that hamburger). Consider that when you write real animals, and when you craft fictional ones.  (* Which admittedly most real life man-eaters are; most large mammals that turn to actively hunting humans have been sick, elderly, or injured in such a way they can’t pursue their normal prey. But in fiction, the animals that are absurdly focused on eating humans alone always seem in perfect health and are seldom revealed as otherwise, or even having a reason at all. It’s just presented as their default behavior. Which it is not. That’s the point of this rant.)

The Birdcage

Jurassic Park: It's Ironic, by Meig of A-Dinosaur-A-Day

What follows is a retelling of the Jurassic Park story, mainly based on the 1993 film, with portions of the original novel used to supplement the story. The main point of divergence occurs when the park is unable to find workable nonavian dinosaur genetic material for cloning, since - as in the real world - dna degrades much too rapidly. Instead, the park consists only of extinct dinosaurs that can be brought back - birds from the last 2.5 million years. What happens after that is, as Ian Malcolm would say, an emerging pattern.

Thanks to beta readers @plokool, @killdeercheer, and @otussketching! Thanks to logo artist @i-draws-dinosaurs for the killer logo! Happy 30th anniversary of the Jurassic Park film!

Fic Chapter Masterpost

Prologue: The Peck of the Raptor

Robert Muldoon had seen much in his forty-odd years on planet earth. A pride of lions tearing into the carcass of a giraffe. An elephant kicking an African leopard into the air. A swarm of hyenas attempting to hunt the wildebeest, only to flee in panic from their hooves. Nile Crocodiles and Hippos fighting over river space, with no obvious winners. Wild dogs hunting him, with coordination and planning he wouldn’t have believed if he hadn’t seen it for himself. Indeed, if someone were to have asked Robert Muldoon if he had seen everything nature had to offer, he would be tempted to say yes.

At least, until today.  

It was a simple transfer operation. Take the new asset from the hatchery complex to their permanent enclosure. Introduce them to their new flock members. Try to not drown in the torrential rain, to hear each other over the violent wind. Remember that humans are warm-blooded and no matter how much the rain soaked to the bone, warmth would return. Go home in time for dinner.

The thought now, of course, made Muldoon snort out loud, though of course no one could hear him. Flock was the moniker the higher-ups had chosen, ages ago, but he knew flocks. This was no flock. Better, really, to call this grouping a pack. Not that it mattered. After this, Muldoon was certain of his course of action.

He had to recommend termination.

Everything had happened so fast. The loud calls of the other assets, anxious for their flock member far away. The container, raised to the pen entrance. Locked in, safety verified. The animal was silent, but they usually were during transfer. Muldoon had chalked it up to fear or hesitancy, though it was odd that it wasn’t calling back to the others. All workers were in their proper positions, so he called for the gate to be raised. And then, before he could register any of it, the asset had rocked against the container, shaking it loose. It managed to reach out, grab onto Jophery’s hand – the scream chilled Muldoon down to the marrow – and suddenly there was no more Jophery, apart from his second hand, grabbing for dear life to the side of the container. On instinct, Muldoon grabbed his hand, and pulled as hard as he could. Jophrey was still screaming, the other workers were shouting and scampering, alarms were blaring from the cage, a gun or two going off pointlessly. The asset, still, remained silent. It didn’t even bite, or claw, or crunch, or tear.

All it had to do was peck – at the temporal artery

Peck again – at the leg – near the femoral –

Peck again – on the neck – blood was everywhere –

A final peck, Muldoon couldn’t even see where, there were feathers and limbs and blood and screams and –

Jophery went still.

Only a few more seconds, and the asset was also down, multiple tranq darts sticking out of various places. Muldoon hadn’t even had a chance to insist on lethal ammunition, but there was no point now. The asset was neutralized. No one was in immediate danger. The alarms were still blaring, and Muldoon was starting to lose his hearing from it, as loud as it was in his ears. But he couldn’t undo Jophery’s grip – it had been so strong; it didn’t even need rigor mortis to lock in – and he found that the slippery blood oozing from Jophery’s neck and face down the arm weren’t helping matters. But Muldoon had been hired for this position for a reason – a few, actually – and he managed to take a deep breath, grit his teeth, and remove the hand from his.

Now he was walking, slowly, to his employer’s office, tracking mud and rain and blood down the hall with him. People were running, talking in hushed whispers, angrily arguing. He didn’t much care for these lab rats who never entered the tropical sun, never mind interacted with the very things they were working on. Even now, when their concerns should be one and the same, he heard mentions of rehabilitation, modification, and genetic integrity – worries from individuals who did not have blood on their hands refusing to dry in the humid air. So antiseptic they had removed their own humanity.

Muldoon couldn’t wait any longer. The image of Jophrey’s clouded eyes hung in his mind as he shouted into the hallway.

“HAMMOND.”

Ray Arnold stuck his head out from the control room, eyebrows raised over the rims of his glasses. “Hammond isn’t here. Shouldn’t you be getting cleaned up?”

“We have to shut it down.”

Arnold sighed, “You know he won’t do that, Robert.”

“This is the third worker.”

“Yes, but –“

“Third. If you think officials across the water will ignore it at this point, you’re out of your god-damned mind.”

“People die on construction projects, Rob. All the time, in fact.”

“Their corpses don’t usually come back littered with peck marks.”

“We’ve managed all crises up to this point. Hammond insists on moving forward with this asset.”

“All because his impossible pet project didn’t work out, we have to insist on these uncooperative, murder-minded –“

“They’re no more murder minded than a lion or a wolf.”

“Says someone who has never interacted with any of them.”

Arnold sighed, fidgeting with his tie. Muldoon had moved to face him directly, but Arnold continued to look at his computer screen, the lines of code reflected in his glasses.

“I’ll talk to Hammond. If we can’t even get them in the enclosure, maybe it is time to pull the plug.”

“Finally,” Muldoon spat out, “Thank you.”

“Uh-huh.” But Arnold was already back at his computer, not even facing his torso towards Muldoon. So Robert turned and walked back, through the hallway, muddy bloody footprints showing his short journey down the hall and back.

It was time to call up another family.

So i know we talk about aliens being unprepared for animals such as hippos, moose, bears, kangaroos, etc.

But what about nocturnal animals: owls swooping down on them, foxes coming and stealing supplies in the night, raccoons being FUCKING HORRIBLE?

What about the little ones, like rat bites slowly and painfully getting infected?

What about sea creatures, orcas and pirhanas and squid bigger than a school bus?

We have the shrike, which is literally called a butcher bird because it hunts and impales its prey on spikes, and sometimes this prey is BIGGER THAN IT.

All im saying is, n o w h e r e i s s a f e.