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Quinn Red

@quinnred.bsky.social

Dark Orchid pt 3

Some creatures from my old sci-fi horror doodle project when I was a late teen.
Might resurrect and rework it someday.

Descriptions in the alt text.

"Venture further into the colony and the afflicted get...stranger. The most common things you'll see are the Effigers, pigs broken into a childish shape. They walk on two legs, supported by what used to be theirs hocks. Their front legs are extended into arms, with their hooves multiplied and stretched into stiff crude fingers. The neck is curled forward, carrying a head that appears as if the snout was smashed in and bent with a hammer. Those eyes are saggy, and surrounded by wrinkle and dark meat with oily tears.

Their virtually harmless, waddling on their awkward limbs and focusing solely on making crude objects and sculpters out of whatever materials available, from feces and mud to scavenged body parts. These crafts resemble toys and people, as if the Effigers are trying to recreate something. Their affectionately called "Jimmies" by some folks, but most prefer not to grow endearment for any of the Orchid's abominations.

In desperate times we hunt them. Their easy prey, cant move fast and cant really fight, you don't even need to sneak up on them. Just walk up and club them. The Effiger's screams make it harder. Pigs usually sound pretty horrible, but these don't squeal...they scream, like children...... Best not to think too much on that. Their still just swine....just eerie swine. "

"The presence of the Orchid does not seem to recognize a difference between human beings and artificial intelligence, both are equally alive to it. A.I. were infested with a new sort of self awareness and a desperate wish to be human. Most were immobile boxes of metal and circuit, going mad from their own futility and brimming with intense spite and depression, something they never felt before.
For others, those with access to mobile functions, they began the construction of their bodies. Most of these were quite crude, being A.I. who were never quite familiar with anatomy. Medical A.I. tended to have more sophisticated bodies, with the smarts to near accurately mimic the human body with synthetic muscle and access to medi-tech.
A common technique borrowed from one "Pinocchio" A.I. to another is to hunt the loose pigs and use their skin as their own. This both avoids their still lingering safety protocols against harming humans, and satisfies their need to have skin. Some even trade skins and parts with fellow Pinocchios.
The safety protocols also stop them from hurting the "Affected", they still recognize them as human despite their mutations.
The Pinocchios are generally harmless towards humans, in fact often friendly. Their just....off putting to say the least."

"If you are to venture through were the pigs make crude effigies from mud, you will be pursued by their cruel counterpart. The Meddlers are absorbed in curiosity and a need to take things apart, object or living, but rarely put things back together. At least not correctly.

Their whole anatomy is backwards, with it's spine facing forward, arms broken back like mantis limbs, legs facing the back of the body, and a head twisted into a mess. Despite this abnormality, they can move quite fast, often hopping or sprinting towards a target, or even sliding "belly" first on the mud.

These creatures often destroy the muddy constructions of the Effiger pigs, or simply house themselves in them. They never attack the pigs themselves though, my guess is that they've taken enough pigs apart to be bored of them. Since they live so close to the poor things, anybody trying to get some meat has to deal with the Meddlers first.

I think they were cats once, or dogs...maybe both?"

"Unfortunate worms, confused in their new forms, writhing in desperate attempt to understand what they are. They can no longer bark as they used to, or wag their tail, but new communication is found in the whimpers and gurgling whistles they share as they comfort each other. As they gather they realize a new purpose, a familiar and old thought prevails amongst their simple new minds. A desire for shelter, but not of metal or wood, but of flesh, of mother, of womb.

The serpentine hounds learn to slither and move through clumsy trial and error, tasting the earth for signs of their goal. They find a man, one who once looked at them with love, now in terror. The Ensconce don't understand why the man is scared, but it doesn't matter, the goal is clear, they need it.
In seconds they grab on with the remains of their limbs and burrow into the man's abdomen. They curl and hum inside his guts, finding peace in his warm quaking body, over come with nostalgia of the womb. The swarm bloats their corpse home, all at peace, until this body grows cold and a new hunt begins."

December 1, 2024 at 4:11 PM

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Quinn Red

@quinnred.bsky.social

Dark Orchid pt 2

Some creatures from my old sci-fi horror doodle project when I was a late teen.
Might resurrect and rework it someday.

Descriptions in the alt text.

"It roams the remnants of happy places, large hands playfully interacting with forgotten playgrounds and abandoned toys. It's grounds are used and damaged, no sense of organization, just scattered play things. The Frolic loves to have fun, but it does not know a limit. It's territory is marked by corpses of those who were either caught unaware, or grew too sympathetic for it's childlike behavior.
Running is verily an option. It scrambles faster than any man can sprint, limbs moving more like a spider than the monkey it resembles, and the man it once was.
Distract it with colourful bauble , and you may be able to pass through. But keep watch, Hide and Seek is amongst the Frolic's favorite games."

"Tall ones, strolling through the water, carrying nets of chain and spears of girder. Their guts hang stringy, stretching with victims they have swallowed. Their face grows in front of their maw, like a hood, with coos and moans echoing from within. The horn is sensitive to something, something of their prey. Maybe sound, maybe smell, or something else, but it makes it hard to hide from them.
Avoid the lake, for the Wailers are glutton for fools."

"She is blubber and lip, in a smothering of moisture. She seeks, with those innocent blue eyes and vivid clubs one might recognize as hands and feet, for something to nurture, to love unconditionally.
She does not know that the violence she causes, the brutality, the violation.
Those caught by her meet a horrendous demise.
An embrace with layers of extending, suffocating lips engulfing their face, and thick limbs crushing bone and organ into pulpy soup.
Such victims decorate her nest, not as prize but as nostalgia."

"Unfortunate. As one scampers through the colony they may come across incarnations of failure. These mangled messes of humanity were destined to be as the other victims of the Presence, but instead they were abandoned, aborted from their chrysalis as unfinished sculptures of meat. Their skin is tender as a newborn's, but darkened by broken veins. Rubbery bones twist and collapse, rib cage extended forth, protruding the flesh as one would pitch a tent. Muscle and sinew stretch and feather, much of the strands left exposed and frayed, unknitted from the limb it was meant to be.

Most of the Misborn died in the first days of the Orchid's influence, but some still cling to life, moaning and sobbing of their condition. Others are envious of all, dragging themselves towards any sign of life, attempting to kill out of frustration or simply because they are too afraid to commit suicide. It is recommend to put them out of their misery, though a scrambled nervous system denies them a quick death."

December 1, 2024 at 4:06 PM

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⛧𝕺𝖒𝖊𝖌𝖆 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝕶⛧

@omegablack.bsky.social

We saw granny last night

December 1, 2024 at 5:47 AM

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WolfhideWinter

@wolfhidewinter.bsky.social

mini illustration for Skylover55 :)

December 1, 2024 at 12:01 AM

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Matt Kehler

@mattkehlerart.bsky.social

If you see this, post a dino

December 1, 2024 at 12:55 PM

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ogyhara

@ogyhara.bsky.social

シチパチ
カラバリです

October 19, 2024 at 11:52 AM

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Darren Bartley

@fightpunch.bsky.social

UNDERGROWTH

Who doesn't like spiders on undead ferrets??

November 30, 2024 at 2:25 PM

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Dusty Ray

@sloppjockey.bsky.social

pinenun. gouache watercolor

November 29, 2024 at 7:20 PM

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Gray

@grays.art

Female asiatic wall jumping spider (Attulus fasciger)

She lived on the planters and porch this last season. Taken June 2024. This is her waiting for a larger, zebra male, to pass unaware.

#arachnids #spiders #jumpers #jumpingSpiders #arthropods #gardens #gardening #photography #macroPhotography

November 30, 2024 at 4:57 PM

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JLynn

@jlynnart.bsky.social

A pair of Dromaeosaurid based on the cedar waxwing 💕

A pair of Dromaeosaurid playing together. One is bowing to the other. Their colors are similar to the cedar waxwing bird. The piece is shades of pink and purple with accents of yellow. The background is plain except for subtle flowers and dirt near their feet.

November 29, 2024 at 4:11 PM

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Devin - Print Shop Open!

@devinellekurtz.bsky.social

Chasing the mermaid

A digital illustration of two young boys in a small playroom. The playroom appears to be underwater, in a kelp forest. The walls and windows are covered in childlike drawings and maps of a mermaid swimming around the outside of their house. They are both looking studiously at their maps and drawings. The mermaid swims through the kelp out a window behind them.

The boys run down a hallway. Outside the large windows, a mermaid hangs on the tail of a hammerhead shark. The colors are blue, with a pop of orange through their doorway.

The boys rave across a landing. Out the window is a pod of orcas. The mermaid swims ahead. The colors are blue.

November 29, 2024 at 9:38 PM

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Melinda Vass

@whiteraven90.bsky.social

~7 ton flying meathook t-rex vs. monkey with stick, but mp4

#animation #OC #Tetra #Griffin

November 30, 2024 at 2:50 AM

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Rudolf Hima

@himarudolf.bsky.social

Southern wyrm Megalania

November 29, 2024 at 2:04 PM

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@omegablack.bsky.social

Argos’ Lullaby

Going to explain this one cuz it’s I’m sure relatable and one of the apostles I’ve made that I feel sharing.

(1/???) 🧵

A large dog shaped creature. It’s face is bound by rags and a hard shell like mask. The mask has a protruding umbilical cord that drags on the floor. The creature is hunched and in a defensive pose. It’s back has scars that resemble surgery scars, all going down it’s back. The creature has pieces of metal frame sticking out of its back and front legs. Out of its left front leg two IV tubes flow outward, one white, one pink. The creature’s back legs are bound and don’t have any function. This implying the creature drags itself because it’s back legs don’t work anymore.

November 29, 2024 at 3:07 AM

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Natalia Jagielska

@nataliajagielska.bsky.social

the martyr

November 28, 2024 at 10:30 PM

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ascalaphid

@ascalaphid.com

Ptusked Ptinid

November 28, 2024 at 5:40 AM

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Lē Yamamura/山村れぇ

@gomalemo.bsky.social

Peacock Griffin

November 28, 2024 at 12:51 PM

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Stiv

@stivkun.bsky.social

Sorry for all the Spore posting lately, every year or two I open the game and get absorbed by it for a month or so.

But! It's really cool for working out funny creatures.

November 27, 2024 at 1:06 PM

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Evelyndroid's Habronattus Holidays To All Good People 🏳️‍⚧️🕷️

@apsciencebylyn.bsky.social

Went out this afternoon hoping to see more Brown Creepers, and was successful. Look at her 🥹
(Attidops cinctipes, a tiny jumping spider which seems much more interested in creeping than jumping)