#morphIO

[auopielux]

Last Smurf pack released. And yeah Zeus and Morphio are in it.

Cause the DEEP DIVE is real, baby!

[bluebluebluewoods]

Got shown this bizarre cunt in a meme in the Smurfs server, said I could fix him by giving him beautiful tits, and proceeded to go ham redesigning him when people said I should, entirely based on this single blurry screenshot because. Well someone’s gotta

[olightsource]

Kirk design notes. Kirk is a rather uninspired character. He has long blonde hair that goes into bangs with some freckles around his face and that's about it. the rest of his design is an Attack on Titan cosplay wholesale. Kirk being a huge weeb, cosplays day in and day out.

In his insect form, he takes the look of a Morpho Butterfly. He wears tights, but covers himself officially using his wings. His insect form gets next to no play, but he does like to pretend he's a super hero in this form(even if that's how he actually looks and his human form is the actual disguise).

Overall, Kirk has a rather slender but built frame. A bit of a twink through and through. His body is built for swimming, and activity he actually excels at. He is fraternal twins to the character Kate.

[ajrblog-com]

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[emmatheyoshi]

So I someone posted a screenshot of part of the Divus Episode 25 script, and it had Morphio looking at a roomba. I originally planned on just drawing Morphio, but I then decided to put a cat on top of the roomba, because cats do that. And that cat wound up being Purity; considering she’s a code-born demon, I don’t think the laws of physics/weight always apply to her.

Morphio belongs to dollmotion/The Divus Series.

[studio-helsinki]

X lab at Tokyo Univ. has many other projects relevant to soft robots such as below 

[fateshurly]

Okay so apparently this is weird but I love existential/inhuman horror stories.

Oh you married a goddess? Are you aware that she cannot comprehend what it is like to be mortal and will probably do things against your will on account that she doesn't understand why you might think it's wrong because to her you are the scale of an insect and you life will be a blink in her eye no matter how much she loves you?

Oh you married a monster? Are you prepared to watch it devour other humans because it isn't one? Does it occur to you that it will never be human and won't ever want to be one?

I do this with dsmp fanfic sometimes. Like, yeah, ranboo has teeth and claws and spines and will consume human flesh but they won't consume Tubbo's flesh so it's a non issue. Yeah, philza married a goddess of unfathomable power and scale but he dosent see her all the time so he isn't scared of her.

I have created plenty of unique species, the one this best fits into is Morphios. Morphios are shape shifters who are more intelligent than humans and have their own religion and kingdoms and laws and all that, and will occasionally mix with humans (because they can mate/bond with any creature they can shift into) and it tends to scars their partners when they learn that their terrifying monster of a husband won't stop preying on/hunting humans for sport just because they married a human.

It's just a really cool concept.

[decayedhearts]

I’m thinking Nymphalius or maybe Morphio (bc I think the morpho peleides fits him), but Morphio reminds me a bit too much of Morpheus, and he has nothing to do with the Greeks u.u

Then AGAIN.. Satyrinae 👀

Satyrus.. ? 🤔

[matbenetti17]

Penny, Daisy, Greg and Morphio belong to DollMotion

[fantasticstoryteller]

Kingdoms ch. 91

The pale light of false dawn lit the battlefield to the defenders as they watched the horizon. Most of the recruits were still raw, having never faced real battle before, but they all held like pros. They stood, still as Death, as they watched for the incoming enemy. They knew their lines. They knew what they had to do. More importantly; they knew that they were the last line of defense.

Standing in front of the army with impossible patience, stood a tall, foreboding figure in blood red. The muscular alpha stood tall, twin swords on his back in black leather sheaths. The only sounds that could be heard were those of the nature around the army as it waited.

As the sun rose the sky was tinted red, then orange—and the invading army was revealed on the other side of the field. For one long moment, the two sides gazed at each other. Then, the enemy commander with his heavy golden crown, used his sword to galvanize his force forward.

The defending army, resplendent with the icons of their goddesses, waited. Silently. Patiently.

The galloping horses thundered across the field—only to fall to the first of the traps. The horses screamed as their bodies fell onto spikes, humans screamed as they died, and the raw smell of fresh blood assaulted both sides.

The defending army did not move. They did not cheer, did not rant, did not taunt. They knew, they all knew, how much the invading army needed to be whittled down. The invaders were not near that point.

What the invaders didn’t know had to do with the spiders. Primarily, the little spiders. Most of the big spiders, rider spiders and so on, were diurnal to match their humans. Most of them. But the little spiders? Most of the little spiders were still nocturnal. They moved at night, under the cover of darkness. And the robot spiders that had come with the reinforcements could move at any time at all. The tricky part had been getting the spiders to understand what was needed, but that was where Peter had come in.

Harry Osborn, commander of the Arachnid army and, by mutual consent, the Morphio and Mysterio that were on the battlefield, watched his opponents with narrowed eyes through his helmet. If he had been the one leading the army, he would call a retreat. A chance for the army to lick its wounds and figure out just how badly the field between the two armies was trapped.

The enemy commander did nothing of the sort. With another wave of his sword the army surged forward once again, horses leaping over pits that had been revealed—only to fall to the second wave of traps as spiders, both living and robotic, turned over tracts of grass and attacked.

None of the Arachnids had ever seen a spider attack a human before. Why would they? Spiders were the sweetest, cuddliest creatures in the world. The closest any of them had come to seeing an attack was when the formerly feral spider now known as Unicorn had attacked a horse.

Harry had no idea what Peter had told the spiders for them to attack the enemy so viciously. They bit, clawed, and ripped people (never horses, but the people riding them) in half before retreating across the field to the main part of the defending army and melting into the lines. Healers tended to the spiders, making sure they had taken no fatal damage at the hands of the enemy, as the two sides stared once again.

The invading army was now down a third from its original numbers. Now they about equaled the defenders. If the two of them met in heated battle now, it would be hard to tell who would win.

The enemy commander waved his army forwards once again—and into the third trap of the battlefield. In the night, under the cover of darkness, the spiders had created a web across a crevasse that neatly separated the battlefield into two sections. Human helpers had covered the web with sod and leaf litter from the forest, making look like solid land—an impression helped by the spiders that had run across it. What none of the enemy realized, however, was that the spiders had all been of the smaller sizes—and weighed merely a fraction of what a human did. Combine that weight with a horse, and the webbing snapped.

The invading army was now outmatched. Victory, for the defenders, was almost inevitable. They waited for the enemy to close, once again before attacking—and Wade, in his distinctive clothes, cut down bloody swaths of the enemy, bathing those around him in their blood. Victory was almost certain.

Then the enemy’s god took to the field.

[obtener2]

By the standards of medical knowledge at the outset of Civil War, bleeding and cupping were often used but declining, and the doses of calomel dispensed were later found to be poisonous.

"Willow trees are leafing out and a few other varieties. Also, several kinds of flowers are springing up. Last night I spent outside of our pickets. One of our patients had gone out to guard a planter's property from the depredations of the federal soldiers and was suddenly taken with pleurisy. I found him suffering greatly, took nearly a pint of blood from right arm. This relieved him some but the pains soon returned with all their former severity. Then I cupped on sich [sic] and took more blood again. Some relief, administered calomel doses, blister to sich and take two doses of Morphio. Patients sleep heavily all night."

T.S. Hawley, M.D. LaGrange Hospital, Tenn. March 13, 1863

Journal of a Cavalry Bugler

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[greekbros]

(Some dollmotion fanart of Morphios.)

[shirtoid]

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[hustleyears]

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[tinydanceman-reblorg]

Crimson Dracanea

A large, space faring beast, a Crimson Dracanea swims the solar seas, consuming nebulous vapors. They are said to originate from the holy mountains of Morphio, where they are revered as liberators of the species. Myths speak of taming one, though few attempts have been made; to approach a Crimson Dracanea is to accept oblivion.

[markmonckton]

Blue Morphio. #insects #insect #macrophotography #butterfly #butterflyphotography #nature #photography #naturelovers #naturephotography