I oil painted your puppy I hope thats ok. Happy simply dont monday
Image descriptions:
1: A photo of a nervous-looking wolf curled up in the snow, with several layers of overlayed and scribbled out meme text over it ultimately reading “I DON’T WANT TO I dont want to”.
2: a photo of the same wolf, curled up tightly.
3. An oil painting recreation of the first image, including the text.
I did a charcoal of them too btw they just really resonate with me. you know.
hey so we put your morally grey character in a fandom. yeah half the fanbase makes them into a perfect angel who did nothing wrong and the other half depicts them as a cartoonishly evil villain who hurts people for fun. no we dont know how to explain that people can do bad things for good reasons or good things for bad reasons. sorry man
“There are no [insert hated nationality or ethnicity here] cilvilians/noncombatants” is standard genocidal rhetoric, by the way. If you are saying this, you are giving a standard justification for genocide. It’s right up there with the related tactic of insisting that all members of [insert hated nationality or ethnicity here] are guilty of some collective crime. I want to be clear here. These are both always very wrong, very bad, and very dangerous. It does not matter if you think you are right this time, and the people you are fighting are really evil and deserve it. Everyone who has ever said these things has believed that too.
What, the forest-dwelling entities with imperfect human mimicry who insinuate themselves into groups of hikers? Yeah, we had one of those. Clocked it immediately, of course. Honestly it kind of fell in that so-inept-it’s-kind-of-charming range. We just played along until it’d had it’s fill of marshmallows and shambled back into the treeline. We might have been violating some kind of killjoy wildlife contact best practices but what the hell, can’t plan around every little thing. Why, what happened to you guys
these tags are gold omg
It’s a misconception that the mimics are hunting humans when they trail along at the back of hiking groups.
In fact, the creature you’ll find suddenly walking beside you and acting as if they’ve always been there is almost certainly a juvenile, as the adults lose the ability when they reach reproductive age.
Recent studies suggest the forest mimic is less like a preying mantis (mimicry as a hunting strategy) and more like a cuckoo (mimicry as a protective strategy for their young). Adult forest mimics will leave their offspring near a group of hikers while they forage during the day, and retrieve them near trailheads in the evening. Groups of hikers provide safety from predators and allow the parents of the species the freedom to forage more widely.
For this reason, the traditional advice to never let a mimic into your vehicle is still very important, as this would separate the young mimic from its mother. If a juvenile forest mimic does follow your group to the parking lot, you can keep it entertained with trail snacks, dad jokes, and simple goofs. The mother will usually collect them shortly before sunset.
When you notice the woods around the trailhead go silent and feel a sense of nameless foreboding, find an excuse to avert your attention from the juvenile so it can sneak back into the forest to rejoin its mother, convinced it’s fooled another party of unsuspecting humans.
surprisingly wholesome takes from the cryptid community here
I am a 27 year old electrical engineer who works in a little secret lab in the middle of buttfuck Egypt. For one two month period, the office supply order changed from normal erasers to these, and I will not lie - every time I thought I was alone, I would sneak one out of my desk and eat it. They looked delicious. Tasted mid, but the appearance was so stunning that my brain just kept thinking, surely, the rest were a fluke, but THIS TIME it will taste like fruit and sugar.
Anyway, eventually the order stopped, and I was very worried that somehow, they’d found out that I was eating their erasers. So I kind of casually brought it up to my manager that I was sad that they swapped the erasers out, and he was like “yeah, but I kept eating them so they couldn’t stay.”
Is this what going to college and getting a real job does to you?
Having worked retail I can believe it
My career didn’t give me autism, autism gave me my career.
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