Very fun to make Pachyrhinosaurus! ❤️❄️

One of my favorites, and a recent YouTube video I just did. Link to vid below!

Strongly recommend giving what you can to the Arab Group for the Protection of Nature's Gaza work, which is actively restoring and utilising farmland in Gaza to grow and provide food especially fresh vegetables.

The Crinoid hat video is finally up on my Youtube channel! it'll help if you can like or comment on it so that the algorithm won't yeet it into the shadow realm

Lemuria Phase II is done,

at least when it comes to streams! In 19 pieces we canonized over 800 taxa, probably closer to 900. So here they are again, the Oligocene of Lemuria, laid out for you! Let me know which are your favorite!

Coral reefs

Snail reefs

Seagrass meadows

Coasts

Mangroves

Karstic stone forests

Rivers

Tropical rainforest

Canopy

Leaf litter

Pluvial temperate forests

Open woodlands

Bushlands

Subterranean

Hot deserts

Cold deserts

Central wetland

For people not aware: Lemuria is a spec evo project of the #paleostream community. It follows the evolution of organisms living on the fictional continent of Lemuria (fusion of Madagascar and India) from the Cretaceous to the Pleistocene. We are in the Oligocene #LemuriaChallenge

I have to thank the team behind the organisation of this challenge, our Lemuria council as well as the many many people who submitted their work to be included.

Introducing a character who’s been established for a while, but for whatever reason I never posted about here. Her whole gimmick is being an extremely Average civil servant to the vast machine of the Twowi empire. Also was Swooce’s boss at some point. Chezuk’s role is to secure product from a circuit of clan towns and ensure their redistribution as needed from a regional imperial storehouse. Since her district is on the empire’s periphery, she frequently endures long trips, uncomfortable lodging, and general lawlessness. She smokes too much and is hooked an opiate like venom (slumberbug/dreamsting), which helps a little with sleeping and achy joints. Definitely needs a vacation.

All this to give context to another round of ask meme responses to some pesky questions from @merkabatraindepot

Torosaurus vs T.rex WIP Lineart

Speculative moth-like coloration in a wukongopterus. Since this is quite a small pterosaur, the eye pattern on its wings would scary pottential predators while its darker backside would serve as camouflage in the foliage. Inspired by the sick dragon design by Alexander Ostrowski.

So much is going on that I'm struggling to keep producing, Ostrowski work gave me some inspiration😅

Skwutt

Pictured: Arquatella citropelma

Of their kin, these lanitubates are noteworthy for a number of distinctive traits, not least of which is their peculiar manner of locomotion. While in possession of small, clawed feet, they hang uselessly beneath their bellies, and are never used to propel their fatty bodies over the earth. They instead walk along the ground by alternately clinging with a flared oral and anal pad, each of which is capable of generating significant suction, particularly on smooth surfaces. Once so adhered, one will find them quite impossible to remove, though harassing these creatures in such a way is an endeavor ill advised.

Of all lanitubates they are some of the most benevolent yet encountered, being almost entirely pacifistic consumers of the small plants, fungi, and films which grow in abundance upon the moistened surfaces of logs and stones. I have yet to observe any partake of the flesh of any animate thing that was, at time of consumption, animate in that particular moment. In general they seem fundamentally unselective in their intake, with their preference for the stationary more a consequence of their restricted style of locomotion above all.

Many of these creatures are clothed spectacularly in shining, iridescent coats of fine, soft bristles in every visible hue. We have seen the Pimchit killing them quite deftly to harvest their pelage, which they craft into the most marvelous ornaments and garb. In the second week of the hot moon, we came upon one community which had seemingly specialized itself in the accumulation and trade of skwutt-hairs. The grounds of their compound were crawling with the things! Whether they had cultivated a habitat particularly amenable to the creatures, artificially perpetuated their breeding, or where simply blessed by fortune to have settled in a place with such animal wealth, we had not the time nor communicative ability to ascertain. Regardless, while surely fortunate from an economic standpoint, I do not know how they could live with the anxiety!

Given their gentle natures and splendid adornments, that the Skwutt should have a flaw as crippling as theirs seems inevitable in an almost cosmic way – they absolutely reek! Not only is their flesh and blood completely foul in both odor and taste, but they have the reprehensible habit of standing upright, anchored firmly by the mouth, and aiming their rears towards any presence that offends them. Their anal pads are often pigmented so as to contrast strikingly with their coats, a fair warning indeed! Should the unfortunate in question persist in their campaign of harassment, they will find themself soaked with the most fetid substance any living organism has surely ever produced.

While I have thus-far avoided such mishap, we cannot say the same for poor Ititiim Ibibit. On the eve of our departure from the Swkutt-ranchers, the sorry fool made the mistake of approaching a Low Jobeltine to relieve himself beneath its leaves, as the ranchers, like most Pimchit we have encountered, seem hesitant to allow us interlopers to make use of their compound lavatories. While crawling beneath, he was surprised by a particularly marvelous skwutt, which blasted him with a particularly foul spray, point blank!

Needless to say, on our trek to the next nearest compound, he held up the rear. Though, to his credit, though unintentional and undeserved, the walk was particularly uneventful, and we never felt the shadow of any monstrous presence at our backs. Perhaps there is good reason beyond the gathering of shining fur to keep such rancid company close.