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TFW I'm an early hominid and a rival walks up to me and attempts to snap my penis bone clean in half but I don't even have one
New fantasy project.
I wanted to go back to speculative evolution and reimagining fantasy races, and decided that the ideas I had were worth doing a new world to host them. It's going to be called The Cross Lands and I will tag any post of this project by that name to differentiate from encounters in the frontier.
ORCS:
They live in a mountainous region, divided into many warm and wet valleys. Their society is similar to that of gorillas, so they are very sexually dimorphic and live in harems with a dominant male, his females and his children. Male children get kicked out once they reach adulthood and Dominant males guard their territory and females from other males.
-Regarding their biology.
They are more intelligent than gorillas and actually very similar to humans/neanderthals so they do have some cooperation between dominant males of different harems, but these are limited and they tend to stick to smaller, close knit groups.
Their diet is omnivorous but contains more plant matter than that of humans. They also can't drink milk once they stop getting breastfed.
They have mostly fast twitch muscle fibers so they are capable of great explosive strength but not for long and don't have much stamina.
Females are generally smaller, have less muscle mass and hair. Female orcs are usually more comfortable moving on all legs (knuckle walking) and can't stand the bipedal position for that long, while orc males usually stand upright. This is due to the female's pelvis structure, which makes it harder to stand upright but makes childbirth way easier and safer than in humans.
Orcs live roughly as long as their human counterparts, but their children grow faster, although they reach sexual maturity later than humans.
-Regarding their culture.
They have varied cultures just like humans but there are some commonalities.
Their groups usually consist of a dominant male, around 20-40 adult female orcs, children, and some non-dominant males, that live within the group but don't reproduce due to old or young age or just submission.
Change between dominant males usually happens once the older dominant male is too old to defend its harem, and a younger newcomer challenges him. This does not always result in a fight and rarely ends up in murder. Usually the older male is left to live in the group as a non-dominant male. The newcomer usually respects the former leader's not yet mature sons and takes care of them, as long as the no longer fertile older females.
Their society can seem patriarchal, and it is in many ways, but different from human patriarchy. They are matrilocal, so women always stay in their family's territory and it's the males that need to go out and live with their new female's family. It's often desired to have female children, since they stay in the harem and help with work and males are often seen as an annoyance as they grow up.
Positions of power and craftsmanship traditions are held by women and passed on from generation to generation.
A tribe's culture and identity is held by the women and the new coming dominant males are seen as kind of foreigners. Culture and like, attachment to the land is seen as a femenine trait.
-Relation with humans.
Orcs adopted agriculture due to contact with neighboring human societies. This allowed their population to grow and reduced child mortality.
An increase in the female population was not seen as that big of a deal and was actually desirable, but the increase in male population brought many problems. Many young males faced too much competition and not enough females so they gathered into all male groups (often brothers) for longer than usual and went outside of their usual habitat and into human societies. There, they got hired by human armies as mercenaries and after their service, they got metal weapons and other resources (which they didn't yet produce), that they used to go back home and steal the women of older males, usually by murder (which was not that common before).
So basically the orc society is going through a lot of instability and more violence than usual due to this arms race and male successions being done by murder more than before. Also, they usually participate in human wars as shock infantry, so there are a lot of casualties (this kind of keeps the male population down though), and the ones that come back are very violent and have the orc equivalent of PTSD. So this new generation of dominant males are younger and more violent than ever in recent memory.
Their high strength + being naturally territorial + the only time humans see orcs is when they hire them for war + current instability and violence in their society has led humans to just say orcs are savage and violent, when in reality it's more complex and actually due in great part to human intervention.
-Human cultural influences.
Orc males that serve in human armies seem to admire human patriarchal power and identity, so they adopt a lot of human military culture, so back home, orcs are indirectly seeing a lot of human influence. You would often see these new orc leaders calling themselves generals, kings or priests... and imitating certain human costumes, clothing, rituals and traditions, often in a way that would not be recognizable by humans.
For example the orc showing his teeth in this picture is an orc participating in human wars and, although orcs don't develop balding as they age, he has shaved his head to imitate the older, balding men he saw in higher positions in the army.
I'll do another post on the gnomes and giants once I feel more sure about certain details. (You have probably noticed that the giants are the summer folk design reused, and their lore is also very similar but not quite, I just felt like they belonged here as well).
Am inspired
I wonder what it was like for the first person to have ocs. Telling stories about people who donāt exist
can the butt sides of dicephs communicate with the head half
Thankfully no, but imagine if they could.
Loving the wild ergonomics here
my friend said this video is what he imagines data dreams about so obviously i had to make this
Tutorial for drawing characters with Down syndrome.
DISCLAIMER: Please keep in mind that this is an introductory drawing tutorial and has some generalizations in it, so not every āX is Zā statement will be true for Actual People. It's more of an overview of features that are common in people with Down syndrome, not meaning to imply that every person with DS has all of them š thanks.
If you draw any characters using this feel free to tag me.
Consider supporting me on ko-fi if you find this to be helpful.
This is great, thank you for the guide c:
I know I just reblogged this but the idea of recreating art from your ancestors FIFTEEN THOUSAND years later is quite beautiful. Like, imagine someone in the year 17,025 recreating art you did just cuz they like it.
You may have liked your artwork or you may have been like 'meh, not my best work', but literal hundreds of generations after you died, a person speaking a language you cannot understand, living in a future so alien to you that you couldn't possibly imagine it, made a sculpture of your art and shared it with thousands and thousands of people on a communication network that uses lightening inside flattened rocks and invisible waves of light that travels to where the stars live and back. And they all love it. Everyone who sees it is like 'aww, that's nice' or 'holy shit I love this'.
They never knew. They, their kids, and their kid's kids never knew that this would happen to that art.
Much the same as you'll never know if your fun little bits of art may survive a crazy long time and be loved by future people.
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this thang is full of meat!!!! :P
Sapien boy and neanderthal girl doze in the springtime, finally together again
My two yr old is looking through a book about prehistoric art and she saw a picture of those cave painting of hands and she held up her own and said "hand!" And I gotta be honest. That hit
Oh my god, this reminds me of the childrens garden of our local botanical garden. Thereās one section thatās called the prehistoric lives garden or smth, and itās full of native plants that indigenous people 2000 years ago would have eaten and used as medicine, etc. And within this little garden, thereās an adobe style playhouse, which for some reason (probably lighting reasons) has no roof, which means the rusty red dirt floor is often quite muddy.
And this series of events has led to my favorite interactive art piece ever.
Handprints.
Little tiny handprints at the bottom. Big teenager and adult sized handprints at the top. Handprints upon handprints upon handprints, a modern day continuation of an ancient tradition.
Most of the people who contributed were probably doing so because they thought it would be fun, not for any deep philosophical reason. Heck, you can tell based on the height of the larger handprints that their owners were having a jumping competition. They didnāt think about the fact that they were creating art in the exact same way the earliest humans created art. They didnāt think about the fact that humans have always been and will always be humans, and the ways we interact with each other and the world have always stayed the same in the most important ways.
But I did. I thought about it. And I am in love with humanity all over again.
Orcs are large to medium sized sphynx, massive scale terraformers and permaculturists, nomadic between structures to manage resources. Their sophoncy and their size mean they need more food to sustain themselves, as such they need to change the landscape around themselves if they live in large numbers or risk stripping their surroundings of food. Agriculture helps, and they eat large quantities of grains and roots and tubers, they canāt digest fruit unless it is fermented though, so fruit trees are mostly used to feed prey and livestock they cultivate.
Orcs have a largely wholistic mentality, unlikely to be rigid and take many things, including conflicts, as natural cycles of the world, and the natural world as part of the artificial one and vice-versa.
Their languages have a certain ātoki-ponaā quality to them for this reason, though not in sound.
Their gauntlets are made of wrought iron, cast iron, or lead. Heavy metal is more feasible for them to wield due to their strength and size, and given their thick hide and dense sturdy bones, adding weight adds to danger and lethality in a genuine conflict, both with other orcs and other large sphynx, ones less compassionate or honorable than they are.
Orcsā having evolved from large solitary sphynx, who are cunning, underhanded and large predators in tense competition approached socializing differently, they they gained the instinct of assimilation and imitation from being brood parasites, raised by other species til adulthood.
As they diverged from other sphynx, they were too small to handle sphynx alone, they evolved to work together and tire out eachotherās competitive instinct with roughhousing and ritualized combat.
Orcs created an unusual economy because of these problems and their resource difficulties. They needed a way to ensure that they wouldnāt turn on eachother. They started to carry and wear heavy stones and dense metal weights for this reason, it became a show of strength and of trustworthiness, weighed down, it would be too tiring to fight, so we will just share what we have or leave eachother alone, they said.
The exact weight and size would vary, it was always just enough that they werenāt completely incapacitated and had one hunt or fight or amount of work in them. This worked wonders at forcing them to work together, though left them hungry and exhausted and eventually this didnāt stop genuine conflicts anymore. From this, two styles emerged:
In one, they embraced the possibility of violence. They began to make their weights into weapons, heavy carved stone bracelets, gauntlets, and a sort of morningstar made with a large stone or metal bead on a short rope. Whenever they had a need for a resource, and one was unarmed, the armed would give the unarmed a weapon so they could fight for more, and protect what they had. This became a form of honor, you do not take from those unarmed, and if you do you arm them first. And second, you give to others enough for a fair fight. And it also became an almost spiritual and love-bound bond of mutually assured destruction. Siblings in sharing, siblings in violence. Weapons then, became a sort of agreement that two orcs, or two bands of orcs will keep a level battlefield when they do fight, and collaborate, share, trade with eachother at other times.
In the other, they would continue as they did before, but with a trade: work for burden. To receive a good or service, you also had to take on someone elseās burdens, be they the heavy weights, or something else. This became a system of currency with negative value, to purchase something you also take money from the seller, and the seller is now free to take both a resource and more burden from somebody else. In this system, poverty doesnāt really exist. If you lack resources and burden, you can always take on burden in exchange for resource. Or do work and just receive resources. If you have an excess of resources to burdens, you are abundant, and if you have burdens but no resources, you can always take more burden with a resource, and āsellā it to someone else with a higher amount of burden as cost.
These two economies intertwine, and are compatible as the burden currency is typically used in places with more resources and the weapon currency by many nomads and in places with less resources, who often raid when conditions are unfavorable, and are given burdensome weights to carry in penitence and as the monetary cost to āpay forā what they took. This agreement also lessens the amount of genuine threat the raiders pose, as they will opt to take burden in exchange instead of pillaging, and they can then make some of these weights into weapons for their own system. Similarly, accepting trade with these nomads is an invitation to join them as an ally or foe in combat, and their weapons are quite heavy and serve well as burdens even if they never need to be used in skirmishes.
There will be more soon, see you then! c:
A lil boost c:
Context for words: wup=orc offspring, teffrel=a thirdgender role in nobility who handle trade, messenging and recordkeeping (variations are either social-status indifferent or plural form of the word.)
The Gentlest Teffrel
It was captured when it was a very small wup, from a orc clan near the City.
The adults, scared off for being dangerous, left the child there. And the guardsmen took it in, brought it to the Monren (nobles).
They decided it needed a propper education, they raised it carefully but it was just so illmannered til it grew old enough to speak.
But it was growing, and clumsy. They always felt the need to stretch out, to run, to use their full strength, and taught strictly to use it to restrict their own strength instead
They had a bed, a room, and Mother would have them sit at the table with her during important dinners and meetings. As they grew, so did their spot at the table
Their heart was soft, and their voice was terrifying, they didn't know that. They thought they were told to be quiet bc they were not grown enough yet to speak on such important matters between the Montre or older tefferen.
Dance, gentleness, quiet manners, no running or stretching, and now they were learning to write as a teffer should at their age
They learned to read, and had asked how they were born, why it was different for them. "You were found outside the city, abandoned by those raiding, scavenging monsters who had taken you from own." Said their mentor.
They grew larger, and they needed a special pen made from the leg of a small table. They began to tremble with their caution in this small delicate home.
And one day this tremble would ruin Matron's important dinner meeting. A pearl plate fell and shattered, an heirloom, a traditional and personally sacred thing to the Matron and her peers.
They were scolded by the company over, monsterous, the guests said, "proof it cannot be done", the guests said.
They banished from the dinner, their door barred, as it hadn't been since they were a roughousing child crashing through the halls after a boring, pent up fiveday.
They asked to be let out, they cried, promising to be good and that they didn't mean to. They only heard the guardsmen putting more bars on their door
When their consequence was over they were told they needed to be on their best behavior, to study hard in reading, not taking, managment of documents and to listen quietly at the dinner meetings so they could learn an example of the gentlest and most diligent of Teffren there, for they would be given a proudly title, the Gentlest Teffrel, soon.
They trembled and their muscles grew sore, they craved bigger helpings, which they were given. The chef came by their room, and even the courtyards frequently and gave the best, fattest steaks, bone, broths. The physician came by often, to check on them and measure their body with all manner of sticks and tapes and pronged things, the physician would first congratulate them, speak to the Matron and chef, then depart.
The gentleness teacher said it was time for them to wear shoes and gloves.
They performed their gentleness demonstration, supressing every tremor, their muscles grew hot. Everyone was so surprised, they said, excitedly telling matron as they walked besides her to dinner, and she said her approvals, pat their head like they used to as a child. "Soon you'll be given a ribbon of snail silk to show your gentleness, and your proudly title of Gentlest Teffrel if you keep up on this progress."
They followed Matron and sat at the table, their cushion somewhat too small for them, the cuttlery now easily shattered without care, and the food cut into small bites that were small enough to swallow, but not small enough to eat without chewing.
The guests arrived, they looked busy, didn't acknowledge them, and during dinner they were distracted watching them. Until they swallowed their food before chewing, on accident
And coughed, a huge cough, they coughed until they fell off their cushion, and being off balance they kicked out their legs and upset the table and it all collapsed and was ruined, they were dragged by many guardsmen back to their room still coughing now confused and they cried out "wait!" Strained
Not just from the food, and the fright of falling over but the sadness that maybe they ruined it again and hope that itd be understood a mistake
They reached out and left a huge tear in the carpets and boards, they tried to crawl forward and dragged with them the guardsmen and didn't see, more ropes, more men
They were locked in their room again
The word "monsterous" repeating again and again.
This time when the door was shut they were too distracted by this thought to knock and try to open their door and plead for forgiveness
In their next lesson they learned more of the monsters that lived far from the courtyards, far from the city, the things that pillaged and tore and pummeled through homes and ate the good people.
"Orc".
On the stroll to dinner with the Matron, they told her what they had learned that day, about those fierce orcs and how the guardsmen outside the city and in the towers protected the people from the momsterous "Orcs"
Matron stopped, then kept walking. Stimming differently than usual. "Those men are brave men. They cannot be gentle, so they help everyone else who is gentle. They stay outside the city walls and the ones who are less brave stay within them and work the fields so we all have grain to eat." When the both of them arrived at the dining hall, the Matron paused. "Because of your recent behavior, you cannot join our meeting. I hope you understand."
They drooped, and sat outside the door til they fell asleep.
Guests spilled into the dining hall, stepping amxiously past the soon to be Gentlest Teffrel, and joined in the dinner. They discussed with the Matron of the heavy hill of grain, and trade, and the sooncoming seasonal rebuilding and storage of resources. They spoke of a recent attack, a band of orcs, a minimum of ten but likely more, had breached one of the rifletowers, wiping out a squadron of men.
At this, the soon Gentlest Teffrel woke, their ears perked by interest in what they had learned, for they could hear through the thick walls.
"It is a horrible and impending doom to keep an orc in the high manor of heavy hill! And soon you will see its full nature as it matures into its instincts!"
Others agreed, or interjected, some sarcastic. "Everyone the creature has been carefully shaped by our customs and the best of our science and medicine to serve the Heavy Hill manor and steered away from its base nature. It is a sculpture of society and i remind you it's strength is under MY command." She said.
"And your command is to upset The Way The Dining Hall Has Always Been? To shatter pearl and abalone cuttlery, shred mastercraft carpet and ruin the best meal in the city with its monsterous roaring tantrums? I disbelieve you! Yet you say it is the Gentlest, a title never seen before you had the physical therapist teach the thing to dance and upset the education of my tefchildren to join it in what? A sense of belonging?"
"Sphynx are intelligent animals." The matron spoke up. "Anything out of place, or so singled out as to signify its difference and it would be overridden with dangerous pride and gluttony so wretched you might see yourself as graceful."
They heard the two's dialogue dissolve into insults, and others join in, or try to resolve it. Before finally
"I will not stay and meet-dine with a matron who endangers the rest to strongarm her scientific superiority, nor will i stay here where a Thing could tear me apart! I take my leave"
Right then, the steps of the-other-matron-mother-was-angry-with's footsteps came close, duck down? Pretend to sleep still? Was i supposed to hear this? Would mothe-Matron be angry with me? Would-
The door opened, the-creature-that-mother-was-angry-with-and-currently inside my- Moth-
"YOU COME TO OUR HOUSE, INSULT MY MOTHER AND TELL HER LIES ABOUT THE PROUDLY HONOR OF GENTLEST AND INSULT MY MOTH-AT-ATRON-"
"M-MAtron's house-"
"MEN!" Screamed mother
Ropes. Chains-
Pulled back towards their room
Now past it
Now down
Terror. There was not a down on Heavy Hill within the manor.
Aching gave way to pulsing, trembling that supressed trembling burst open into rippling, rippling into pulsing, pulsing into throbbing throbbing into crashing and crashing into tearing and cracking and cracking into thrashing and thrashing was a childhood pent-up dash and the the dash was a hundred ruined feasts and a hundred ruined feasts could not stop and terror gave way to the unvisited feeling of being completely lost and the things that were grabbing it and prodding and pulling were shaken off in a mighty tremble that made the manor walls groan and the stone inbetween was now wooden and the wood was now paper and the paper was now-
"Mother! I found you!" but years of learning to speak had broken when the things that clung and stung were shaken off and rough voice the loud voice was left behind and mother did not did not place her hand upon its head and the matron called out eyes full of terror "RELEASE THE ORCS!" and somewhere deep behind them a gate was opened and huge heavy things lumbered towards them at the speed of a hundred felled trees and a hand was placed on their back,
Then pain as claws dug deep into the unfettered muscle, and clung to hide
And they turned their head to see that the orc was something just like them, but harnessed and steered by a man in armor and monster was both a suit of armor holding riegns and an enourmous beast that saw eye to eye but could not speak
And matr-mother was something small. "I can protect you, i am not gentle i tried to be, i am not the gentlest. I cannot have a ribbon of snailsilk but i can keep you safe and protect the manor-"
And Matron only heard roaring, not in her ears but in her heart.
And the Bravest locked hand with hand and saw-sanded nail to claw and saw that it was the same as their own, and behind both of them a small thing that was terrified and empowered and stood on two legs and spoke in high smooth voices and wore something flimsy to establish their purpose and in front of them was something that was free to tear and gallop and could not speak and never had learned to write and tore through walls and destroyed everything they touched and neither of them was gentle at all, and both were nothing without the biped behind them and both couldn't enjoy the privelidge they had been given for it wasn't made for them at all
And the matron was gone, and the soldier had dismounted, and neither knew how to stop in their restlessness, and they tore at eachother under both forgot what for, and the riflemen came and brave they were not, and the two orcs clashed through the city til they weren't in the city and rocks gave them bruises and the moss soothed their wounds and river both cleaned and dirtied them and they stopped to drink, and continued again til the old harnessed one was exhausted, and the Bravest sat over the other, and took in its form and collapsed into sleep.
And in the morning was scarred, and hungry, and called out in a high and strained voice that they were ready to dress, and were hungry, and opened their eyes and were on the hard ground and not their bed, and a beast lay on the ground half-in the river and it was a monster and its wounds had not closed yet.
And the city was far away, and a the gentlest had a limp now, and the blood and the prints in the dirt reminded them of every bruise, and the remembered that they are not the gentlest
And that the monster was a suit of armor and a harness and the head of the house, and broken tables and pearl and a door barred shut and the word Monster was the beasts that lived outside the city, and that the city had barred its doors
And the orc hadnāt found happiness yet, but it was the end of what the it thought was Gentleness.
[ Artfight 2025 ] [15]
Blade-Beaked Beast
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I am making so many āhey mutuals!ā posts but this one is serious and it applies to everyone who sees this post actually. PLEASE REBLOG.
I just had to block someone with this flag as their pfp -
For those who donāt know, this is the MAP pride flag. This flag represents pedophiles.
Please reblog so people know that they are not welcome anywhere. Mutuals I BETTER see yāall reblogging this
EVERYONE REBLOG!!!!
I have to break my silence because this is an EMERGENCY, BLOCK AND REPORT ANYONE that has this in their profile or if they support these pathetic excuses for diarrhoea. They will NEVER belong here, blocking and reporting them WILL help save potential victims. Please also REBLOG so more people are aware of this!
Boost!
Canāt risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
reblogging cause i canāt take the chanceee
neither can I
*sighhh
this is actually legitness
Gotta add the spiritual successor (among us medallion) + live among us reaction