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Two different colors out of the same maceration tub!
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Shoutout to this massive buck that had a third antler growing in
#been getting a lot of freaks in lately and I am a-ok with that#third antlers like this can sometimes happen when cells from the pedacle of an antler get transferred to another spot via injury#this will then cause an antler to grow in that location because antler growth is one hell of an adaptation#now was this from an injury? no idea#genuinely I think it’s just a funky mutation#european mount#whitetail deer#skull#taxidermy#vulture culture#taxidermist#cw dead animal#tw animal death#tw dead animal#cw animal death#oddities
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[whitetail deer skull]
throwback to 2023 when i whitened this skull and added fake foliage to it :) i think it turned out really well! this is also up on my main but i figured i’d make a new post here. (i’m also down to sell this one in particular, will listen to offers lol)
#bacchus’ cabinet of curiosities#tw dead animal#taxidermy#vulture culture#skull#whitetail deer skull#skull art#animal skull
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i finally got my buck finished 🥲
only took me a solid year and a half
i’m pretty proud of it! I took this head from whole and frozen to fully cleaned, whitened, and displayable entirely by myself. i only lost one premolar during the maceration process. he was whitened in the sun, so his antlers are pretty bleached, but that’s why i did this one first and not the one with the more impressive rack. next time i’ll cover the antlers before exposed to the sun.
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oh dear
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whyyyyyyy is it the WEEK of the taxidermy show do all the wishlist figurine sellers I follow start posting really good deals for dream pieces 😭😭😭😭
#also some good fur and skull deals going on too but I wanna get stuff from the con#I still see that hartebeest pedestal in my dreams 😭😭😭😭😭#most of the african/uncommon species max out at around 300 which I've budgeted for#(it's so they don't have to pack as many big mounts back up and truck it to the next one)#(cue everything but the giraffe and like. Cape Buffalo. being the same price ±50 bucks (ha!) as a whitetail shoulder mount)
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😤 😤 😤
Win.
#my deer#deer#bones#antlers#buck#bigbuck#huntingwin#rifle kill#hunting#hunter#skull#deer skull#deer antlers#whitetail#white tailed deer
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From our earliest days, humans have built stacks. Ancient sites are hallmarked by assemblages of stones, of skulls, of pounded earth. The habit spread around the globe, people everywhere finding new things to pile up—fresh-picked fruit, bolts of cloth, books, barrels, treasure, garbage…and, animals.
Long ago sailors piled their ships' holds with giant tortoises—living rations, ready to be cracked open when hardtack became intolerable. The bones of bison formed cairns to mark the boundaries of a shrinking wilderness, while billions of pigeons were shot from its sky to be heaped into mountains of their own.
The problem of mass consumption is approaching a violent crescendo; yet, modern pyramids are less visible, obfuscated by distance and deniability. While a lone exotic bird in a pet store may catch our eye, it's easy to overlook the unseen multitudes that are trafficked each year to satisfy human greed and ego---the tigers that are poached; the farmed stags, bred with antlers too heavy to lift their heads.
Will we continue to build until we are the ones who are finally crushed at the bottom?
In this series of oil paintings on canvas, I use stacking as a visual metaphor for human use and misuse, and more specifically as a way to represent the commodification that has impacted an assortment of different animals: parrots, elephants, giant tortoises, tigers, and whitetail deer:
Polly Chromatic, 20x24 inches
Mountains Crossed, Built, Destroyed 24x36 inches
Ship's Larder 20x24 inches
Catacomb 20x24 inches
The Trophy Farm 36x40 inches
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homebound
Fandom: Far Cry 5
Relationship: Jacob Seed x F!Deputy
Rating: M (mature)
Words: 700
Author's Note: I've already confessed my preference for a possessive male love interest (link), so that's the romance trope I'm guilty of in this one.
Jacob Seed pulled back your leash the night you stepped foot out of his sight.
It turned out that his collar was tighter than you thought, as he tracked your scent down in spite of you splashing through every stream on your way down the Whitetail Mountains.
Under the full moon, surrounded by snarling Judges and challenged by his Chosen, you shivered. Then, bitting down on your thrumming heart with clattering teeth, you braced yourself for their Bliss bullets. Yet, none ever got to graze your gooseflesh that night.
"Hold your fire," you heard him howl before he manifested in the moonlight. "At ease," he lowered his hand, and the others lowered their guns with it. "C'mere," he called to you as if you were one of his Judges.
You disobeyed him, standing up as straight and as tall as your shivering spine allowed.
"C'mere," he waved you over as if you were one of his bitches. "Let's get you back home."
"I'm not going back into that kennel," you barked, voice breaking and chest heaving.
Under the moon, in the spotlight, your wet shirt clung to your skin, to the swell of your breasts and their perked-up peaks. And you only saw yourself exposed through his eyes, through the glare he gave his men as he grazed past them.
"At attention."
Because he could stand both straight and tall, he did, and all the others around him averted their gaze as he advanced toward you. With one last glower, he shot down the stares of the soldiers further undressing your form.
"I warned you, angel," Jacob Seed said softly, like a lullaby. "I warned you 'bout strayin' from the path. You must be fuckin' freezin'." He undressed, stripping the jacket off of his shoulders, and suspending it in the air, up at around your height. "C'mere," he called to you, like a song refrain you already knew.
Stepping into the open jacket, you sighed when its warmth was wrapped around your freezing shoulders.
"That's it."
And you gasped when you were gathered into his arms and your feet stopped touching the ground.
"That's a good girl."
With his arm around your sore shoulders, his hand squeezed your bruised bicep. With his other arm under both of your knobby knees, he turned around
"There a problem, soldier?" He raised his voice once more, directing it at the man who didn't divert his eyes from you, from his angel.
"N-no, sir."
"We're moving out," he began his trek back to the truck. Back home.
"Yes, sir."
You were halfway up the mountain and all the way up in Jacob Seed's lap when realization set in, seeping into your bones like the icy streams you crossed to wash off his scent: your collar was never coming off.
He words seeped into the base of your skull, his nose buried into the knotted hair at the back of your neck. "Did you think you were free?" He breathed you in, the ravenous rumbling in his chest vibrating through the back it was set against. "You've forgotten your purpose." And his words now seeped into your spine, into the pit of your stomach and bottom of your belly. "You've forgotten who you belong to."
When his tongue lapped up the salty sweat and fresh water running down the side of your neck, you tasted your own hunger on yours. And when you swallowed the scent that surrounded you, the scent that clung to his jacket, you also distinguished the dampness in your already wet jeans. And the musk marinating in his own.
Your seat was hot because Jacob Seed was hot. And the bulge he sat you down on was burning, not nursed by the friction forming between it and your bottom.
When his lips latched onto that strip of skin covering your jugular vein, you tilted your head to make room for his teeth.
His canines pressed against your pulse, and his hand came around to tighten around your throat. "Mine." As his fangs forced themselves into your flesh, you felt the pull of his leash and the squeeze of his collar. "You're mine."
You swallowed a scream and wound up your spine like a bow against his chest, your cushiony ass arching back against his hard cock. And he licked at your wound, winding the invisible collar even tighter and visibly marking you.
"You belong to me."
#far cry 5#jacob seed#jacob seed x deputy#jacob seed x female deputy#jacob seed x reader#the deputy#deputy rook#fanfic#my fic
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Found an illegal dump site today. Only took the one photo, but there were 5 partial whitetail deer skeletons across maybe a quarter mile of the road. All were shot (shotgun shells present and pellets in some of the bones/on the ground near the bones). Found two doe skulls, and I'm pretty certain it's illegal to kill female deer. Processing the bones I recovered over the next couple of weeks. There were so many vertebral disks, so I'm gonna have a field day making heart-shaped stuff from those :3
#vulture culture#bone#skull#vc#bones#dead#oddities#skeleton#illegal dumping#I've never found a site like this before so it was kind of exciting#there's a massive deer problem in the area i found these in so i don't feel it's immoral for someone to have shot them#like. i used to live out that way and there were constantly accidents because of deer overpopulation.#i also found an opossum skull. but it disintegrated when i touched it - as they tend to do.
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I think this whitetail buck had bone cancer, or at least a bad bone infection. His antlers were shed when he died (check out the rodent chew marks on the pedicle).
The other pedicle is just... gone? It didn't simply break off, either. Look at how the bone of the orbit is eaten away, and how the sutures got warped and moved by the growth. Also there's a new hole up there.
Wild.
#deer skull#pathology#vulture culture#oddities#pathological skull#whitetail skull#antler growth#bone cancer
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A couple of nice skulls I’ve cleaned recently!
#aoudad#whitetail deer#european mount#taxidermy#vulture culture#taxidermist#cw dead animal#tw animal death#tw dead animal#cw animal death#oddities#skull
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What's up vide noir fandom. Is this anything
[Image ID: A digital sketch-reference-thing of Buck Vernon from Vide Noir, except he's been turned into an anthropomorphic whitetail deer skeleton. He's even got cute deer ears. He holds his guitar in one skeletal hand, hollow eye sockets holding just tiny lights in them. In the top two corners are profiles of his skull; to the left, with Vide Noir dripping down his jaw, and to the right, with smoke billowing from the mouth. Another sketch shows Buck staring sadly at his emerald ring, thinking about the past or something. The whole image is tinted in dark green, and a starry background sits behind the drawings. A box in the bottom left is titled 'Buck Vernon But Weird', and lists four points: 'Whitetail deer skeleton', 'usually coughing something up', 'Blackened brain, charred lungs, and worst of all, a broken heart :(', and 'he's so sad it's like if depression had a fursona'. End ID]
#sorry it's so rough i was tired and didnt want to keep drawing skeletons lol#i plan to do lee and z'oiseau this way as well so if anyone has ideas on how to fuck em up a bit that'd be cool#vide noir#vide noir film#buck vernon#art#lord huron#drugs mention#deer#strange trails#deer skeleton#artists on tumblr#rook roars!#rook draws!#drugs tw#hmm should i tag the other albums#lonesome dreams#long lost
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WIP Poll Results
Thank you to all who voted! Tagging those of you who reacted in case you're interested:
@ivymarquis @unholymilf @icespinosaur @megraen @roofgeese @adelaidedrubman @yokobai @chazz-anova @neonneurons @statichvm @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @eclecticwildflowers @direwombat @neverthesameneveranother @kyber-infinitygems @kirjanikv6ilill @clicheantagonist @chadillacboseman @nightbloodbix @stacispratt @wrathfulrook
Here's the results of my hard work, admittedly some fics got more than what they should have but too bad (also there is smut at the end so minors DNI):
THE WINNER: The Animal in Me (fc5 werewolf au) - 13 sentences
The liquor coursed through her system making her head spin and legs feel like jelly that moved at the speed of thick molasses. Light-headed, she stumbled through the door of Jacob’s cabin and made her way to the living room, narrowly missing Princess before flopping down onto the nearby couch.
The white wolf, having once been laying curled up, happily dozing on the rug on the floor, lifted her head and tipped it, trying to get a better sense of why this woman had invaded her territory.
Jacob made his way towards the couch, stalking towards her in the dark room. His sharp, pointed canine slipping out from below his upper lip as he smirked. “Whiskey sure did a number on ya, didn’t it?”
Kit’s legs hung draped over the armrest as she scooped her hair out from behind her head, stretching her arms out above her. “I never could have had this much before." Looking up at him with a grin as he untied and removed the boots from her feet. "I still have enough sense of myself even if my legs would like to tell you differently.”
“Guess you’re happy that I turned you now, huh?”
Kit rolled her eyes and rubbed at her forehead, trying to fight off the cascading waves that hit the inside of her skull. “I wouldn’t say that.”
American Beasts (kit's fc5 canon timeline) - 9 sentences
“She’s like the Predator, man. Comes in all stealthy like, so we gotta fight her the same way Dutch did.”
“Wait, when did her and Dutch fight?”
��No man, not that Dutch, you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger. The fuckin’ terminator. We gotta trap her and then instead of her tryin’ to blow us up we do that to her.”
“You wanna blow her up?”
“She’s a fuckin’ freak, my dude. You heard about what she did in that video. She’s with them, man. She’s with the cult, she killed Jess and she killed Eli and the other Whitetails. You think she gives a shit about any of us? I severely fuckin’ doubt it.”
Only you (fc5 soulmate au) - 6 sentences
"You know them best, what's their next move?"
"That doesn't matter. They need to be taken out of their element. Joey is strong, she needs someone who can break her. Staci's willing to do whatever's asked of him as long as there's good reason for it, he's got no backbone -- he's weak. And as for Whitehorse, he's complacent, does only what is needed to keep the county afloat."
Jacob stood hunched over his map looking at her, "Go on."
"Joey goes to John, Staci with us and Whitehorse goes to Faith."
"Works for me, angel."
Kakia (Kit's Herald/Role Swap AU) - 5 sentences
(apparently I'm writing this one in present tense, not sure why, but going with it for now)
Jacob knocks, heavy strikes with the side of his fist against thick wooden doors. It takes some time but the doors finally open, revealing a redheaded woman with the coolest blue eyes he’d ever seen besides his own, wearing little more than a silk robe the color of ivy. He’s meant to be there for business not pleasure, but he can’t help when his eyes travel over her form hungrily, barely able to hide the attraction he’s feeling for this strange woman in his midst.
“Good morning…” Her eyes scan over the height and width of him, until they land on his badge and a smile creeps across her lips. “...Sheriff.”
He clears his throat, trying so hard to remember why he came here in the first place. “Ms. Cross.”
Arcadia & Empyrean (New Dawn AU) - 6 sentences
Her eyes widened, pupils made into pin pricks at the realization of what he meant. It was a death sentence without calling it that. She had no allies, no safe haven, she’d be fodder for the Highwaymen and the creatures outside their walls all the same. "Exile. You're banishing me?"
"Like Adam and Eve."
Kit's lip trembled, her hands falling to her sides in tightly clenched fists as her nails carved crescents into her palm, fighting the seething rage inside her. "You will bring nothing but death upon our people, Joseph. Do you hear me? I upheld the peace. I played my part. I did what you asked of me."
"The Lion is no longer needed." Joseph turned to the Judge, nodding for him to complete the sentencing.
Even with the mask on she could tell the man underneath was hesitating. Trapped between his loyalty to the Father and to the woman who saved his life all those years ago, the woman who he joined the cult for. He stared at her for a moment, head tipping slightly and she could picture the brown eyes behind the dark holes trying to beg her for forgiveness for what he was about to do. Slamming his fist down on the table like a gavel her sentencing was complete. She was Persona Non Grata once more.
Pred/Prey Smut (MINORS DNI)- 9 sentences
“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it angel?”
Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close, he was going to make her cum any second.
Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deep. Muffling her noises with his tongue, biting down on her lower lip when she cried out, his hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit.
She became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her.
Music Box Smut (Minors DNI) - 5 Sentences
As the music dug into her brain, seeping into her every synapse, rewiring her mind, her thoughts were in a state of war. One half controlled, ready to kill and destroy, the other desperate to please, filtered down to her base desires, animalistic and wild. He’d tested and proven his theory on so many unwilling subjects and now to have her at his fingertips fully accepting of whatever happened while she was under the effects of the conditioning, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited at the prospect.
Her eyes snapped open, and the deep recesses of her mind could be seen in her eyes. Icy, cavernous and dark, no light could be seen in them at all. She pushed him off of her, her strength channeled into enough force to send him to the floor. Pulling away from the bed, shoulders and back rising up from it first, her feet landed on the wooden floorboards. Eyes kept focused entirely on him, stepping towards him with long strides as he backed up trying to regain his footing.
Grabbing the rough camo of his jacket in her fist she dragged him up to stand and face her. Clawing at him once he was in her clutches, her nails ripped at his shirt as she dragged him down into her embrace and then forced him further down onto his knees. Kit’s fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as she gripped his ginger tresses tight in her fist and forced his head back, exposing his jugular. That cold, dead stare of hers traced down the length of his throat, over the bobbing of his adam’s apple and landed on where his arteries kept his blood flowing.
“You gonna hurt me, angel?” Jacob asked, testing the waters, checking to see if any part of her might still be in there at all or if she was all machine.
Her face remained placid, as static and unchanging as marble. “Only if you tell me to.”
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Zooks gasped, awakening to darkness.
Well, that wasn’t quite true. The darkness that surrounded Zooks wasn’t impenetrable; there was a faint, dark orange light that was filtering in through an opening in the wall. Zooks felt the cold, rough ground beneath his claws and surmise he was in some sort of cave.
As confident as Zooks had been when he’d launched himself headfirst into the dark mirror of the Tree of Harmony, this hadn’t been part of the plan. Apparently the Phobophages still had a few tricks up their sleeves.
Or, maybe it was just the same trick again.
As Zooks crept his way toward the light, A voice echoed around the cave. It had a slithering quality and a sharp bite to it that made it distinctly unfriendly.
“So, little arcanist… Do you truly comprehend what you have wrought?”
“You can’t tell me anything I don’t already know.” Zooks replied as he climbed over a few large rocks. The light at the end of the tunnel was getting brighter.
“But do you comprehend what you know?” The voice replied, slick as oil. “Do you truly realize the scale of the disaster you’ve single-handedly created?”
Zooks could see the end of the tunnel clearly now; he could see the sky out of the end; It was glowing orange.
Zooks hesitated just before the threshold.
“Universal.” Zooks replied. “I’ve created a universal catastrophe.”
As Zook emerged from the cave, he was able to fully absorb the landscape outside. What he saw before him was Central Equestria, just a lot worse off than when he’d last seen it. On the right he could spot Mount Canter, on top of which rested the decapitated bases of countless ivory towers and houses. Below the mountain on the left he could see a massive plume of smoke rising from where Ponyville ought to have been. The Everfree had expanded to swallow whitetail woods and the surrounding meadows, and it was still visibly growing as he watched. Cloudsdale was falling to pieces and dissipating in the wind as he watched, and Zooks had no doubt that, if he looked, he could find the hollowed-out husk that was once Rainbow Falls. The entire scene was lit by a sun that hung eternally on the horizon; after all, there were no princesses left to move it.
“Yessss…” The voice said, reveling in the image before them. “This is what you’ve enabled, Hippogriffin. Look upon it and despair.”
Zooks looked out on the scene.
“Eh… I’d rather not.” He said nonchalantly. Then he proceeded to clamber down the slope, looking intently through the rocks.
The voice seemed stunned for a few moments. “Um… Did you not hear me? All of this is your fault!”
“No, I heard you.” Zooks said, not even looking up from traversing the incline. “And you would be absolutely right… if any of this had happened yet. But it hasn’t.”
Zooks’ descent was halted by a crack underfoot. When Zooks lifted his foreleg to see what he had stepped on, he discovered an entire pony skeleton; unicorn, judging by the skull. It’s brittle foreleg had broken in two from his weight.
“Ah. Dead Pony. I’d call it nice attention to detail, but that skeleton is way too brittle to have died recently. His death was tangentially related to me at best.”
“You… what? No. You’re supposed to fear me!” The voice said.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Zooks replied. “You’re a mimic, Not something to fear in and of yourself. You’re an actor pretending to be scary for whatever bits you can scavenge on the street corner.”
Zooks began swiping the air in front of him, like he was feeling for something he couldn’t see.
“I can… manifest your greatest fears!” The voice tried.
“You can look like my greatest fears.” Zooks said. “And that’s not nearly so effective once you know the trick to it.”
Zooks’ claw hit upon something solid mid-air.
“Speaking of which…” Zooks said. He placed his other claw on the invisible object and pulled. Whatever it was, it felt like it was attached to where it was by hundreds of tiny rubber bands. Luckily, the rubber bands felt like they were beginning to snap.
“No! Don’t-” The voice said. Before it could formulate a proper argument, The object snapped off in Zooks’ hands. When he opened them, he saw a rough, yellow gem shaped vaguely like a spinning teardrop.
“Bingo.” Zooks said.
“That is ours! Give it back!” The voice said.
“Not true. As you have so helpfully pointed out, this thing is my responsibility.” Zooks replied. “I’m just taking it off your hands.”
The voice was not persuaded by this logic. “Give it BA-”
Zooks awoke to darkness. This time it was true, complete darkness. He was still clasping the gem tightly in his claws.
Also he couldn’t breathe.
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Continuing the story with @nox-lunarwing!
Thanks for the asks from @2b1s-and-co, @theherothestars, and @lil-potat3! Sorry for making you guys wait for so long!
EDIT: forgot to credit @asktwilighteclipse for Draco Eclipse and @drem0raman for at least the concept behind the psi-eonix. (I didn't really get any input from them for the design, but their ask gave me the potion that manifested it!)
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I don't remember if I've ever shown my vulture culture display here but after fixing a few things that fell over I figured I'd take some snaps
We have: many different whitetail deer, an armadillo(it still needs a bath shhh), bobcat, golden retriever, 2 racoons, an opossum, gray fox, and cow mandibles (WAS a whole skull but the actual skull was stolen. Man I do not miss apartments), and a whole shed of I think a garter snake.
All bones I found and cleaned myself except the bobcat that I got in a trade and the fox that my BIL found and gave me. All the taxidermy fur pieces were trades too.
Eventually I need to get the rest of my bones out of storage, been really wanting to put my catfish in the display.
#vulture culture#bones#animal death#when you have 160 acres of land you find a LOT of shit#the dog was roadkill tho#poor pupper#also i had a WHOLE coyote once that i had stashed in a tree#for the scavengers to pick at#and then it stormed and blew into the pond :/#obv i am not a professional at this lmao
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