#peyote coyote

[prxckedradiolove]

Peyote!!!

Redesign of an old character

HE LOOKS STELLAR!!!!! so happy with this 🥰

[dylanisdazed]

kinda wanna change my name to peyote coyote

[coomara-art]

[polturn]

What do leery mimics do when they possess you? Just goof off and make mischief because coyotes are tricksters? Or do they like kill you? And can it happen to like dogs or wolves? What happens if a coywolf gets struck? Also are there mime clown apes? K byeeeeee

Thanks for the questions!

They dont kill the people they possess. There really is no other intention behind it other than their own entertainment, curiosity, and yes mischief.

The Leerys mischievousness is a nod to the trickster coyote. I dont see it as something happening with another type of canid anyway, because I like that it being a coyote grounds the creature in the desert of north america. Theres an inspiration throughline of "altered states" in all the mimic designs and the Leerys possession of people is supposed to also be able to be read as a peyote trip.

The mimics series is mainly a character design exercise for me. (atm they dont have plot beyond their backstories)

The inspiration throughlines in all the mimic creature designs are: altered states of consciousness, folklore, human interactions with wild animals/nature (specifically fumbled or negative interactions), and mimes/clowns/harlequins (kinda random but whatever).

The mime part is kinda baked into the "mimic" concept, buuuuut I have wanted to design a species based off of the term "mimetolith".

Mimetoliths are an example of pareidolia, which is a type of apophenia (the tendency to perceive meaningful connections between unrelated things). Apophenia can be taken to the extreme where it could be listed as a symptom of schizophrenia. To me this fits into my altered states of conciousness inspiration. I also have ideas about rock stacking I wanted to work in...

ooooo u got me thinkin... might work on a new creature design tonight to add to the mimics

[smallpoxlarry]

Artfight 2024 💥 this year i fought for my life to defend Team Seafoam... character credits are below the cut

@leporellian (Carlos Vargas, the revenge-seeking coyote)

themightyoliver (Audrey, the fennec fox matador)

@fixkuwili (Judicaël Kermorvran, the werecat smuggler)

@heyitsphoenix2006 (Capella Danica, the seraphim)

@mt-beast (Memphis, the Rock 'n Roll troll)

AmIGodYet (Self, the peyote-intoxicated snake)

@shredder-orpheus (Johnny Xythorax, the 90s alien college gamer)

@newportangels (Edison Bennett, the miserable son of a railroad magnate, with a guest appearance of Luzhin and Lebezyatnikov)

Ziztofrania (Piño el Travieso aka Señorita Piña, the mosquito bandit with an alter ego)

[hyenaboon]

Life itself 🌵🪶

A piece about reconnecting with my culture

I took inspiration from various indigenous Mexican tribes' traditional peyote art for this one. Peyote has long been used in spiritual and medicinal practices by my tribe, and several tribes in Mexico, for generations.

The sun represents life, the continuation of it, and personal significance for my theriotypes (primarily baboon), which have folklore surrounding the sun in their native territories.

The rebozo being worn is a common design by the Rarámuri. The feathers are cooper's hawk feathers, a bird that holds personal significance for me. And the necklace being worn is one that I actually own! Made with beads and real coyote claws- it was created by a Cherokee artisan.

[milanesa42]

Soy, soy lo que dejaron Soy toda la sobra de lo que se robaron Un pueblo escondido en la cima Mi piel es de cuero, por eso aguanta cualquier clima

Soy una fábrica de humo Mano de obra campesina para tu consumo Frente de frío en el medio del verano El amor en los tiempos del cólera, mi hermano

El sol que nace y el día que muere Con los mejores atardeceres Soy el desarrollo en carne viva Un discurso político sin saliva

Las caras más bonitas que he conocido Soy la fotografía de un desaparecido La sangre dentro de tus venas Soy un pedazo de tierra que vale la pena

Una canasta con frijoles Soy Maradona contra Inglaterra anotándote dos goles Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera La espina dorsal del planeta es mi cordillera

Soy lo que me enseñó mi padre El que no quiere a su patria, no quiere a su madre Soy América Latina Un pueblo sin piernas, pero que camina, ¡oye!

Tú no puedes comprar al viento Tú no puedes comprar al sol Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia Tú no puedes comprar el calor

Tú no puedes comprar las nubes Tú no puedes comprar los colores Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores

Tú no puedes comprar al viento Tú no puedes comprar al sol Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia Tú no puedes comprar el calor

Tú no puedes comprar las nubes Tú no puedes comprar los colores Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores

Tengo los lagos, tengo los ríos Tengo mis dientes pa' cuando me sonrío La nieve que maquilla mis montañas Tengo el sol que me seca y la lluvia que me baña

Un desierto embriagado con peyote Un trago de pulque para cantar con los coyotes Todo lo que necesito Tengo a mis pulmones respirando azul clarito

La altura que sofoca Soy las muelas de mi boca mascando coca El otoño con sus hojas desmalladas Los versos escritos bajo la noche estrellada

Una viña repleta de uvas Un cañaveral bajo el sol en Cuba Soy el mar Caribe que vigila las casitas Haciendo rituales de agua bendita

El viento que peina mi cabello Soy todos los santos que cuelgan de mi cuello El jugo de mi lucha no es artificial Porque el abono de mi tierra es natural

Tú no puedes comprar el viento Tú no puedes comprar el sol Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia Tú no puedes comprar el calor

Tú no puedes comprar las nubes Tú no puedes comprar los colores Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores

Não se pode comprar o vento Não se pode comprar o sol Não se pode comprar a chuva Não se pode comprar o calor

Não se pode comprar as nuvens Não se pode comprar as cores Não se pode comprar minha alegria Não se pode comprar minhas dores

No puedes comprar el sol No puedes comprar la lluvia (Vamos caminando) (Vamos caminando) (Vamos dibujando el camino) No puedes comprar mi vida (vamos caminando) La tierra no se vende

Trabajo bruto, pero con orgullo Aquí se comparte, lo mío es tuyo Este pueblo no se ahoga con marullos Y si se derrumba yo lo reconstruyo

Tampoco pestañeo cuando te miro Para que te recuerde' de mi apellido La Operación Cóndor invadiendo mi nido Perdono, pero nunca olvido, ¡oye!

Aquí se respira lucha (Vamos caminando) Yo canto porque se escucha (Vamos dibujando el camino) Oh, sí, sí, eso (Vamos caminando) Aquí estamos de pie ¡Qué viva la América!

No puedes comprar mi vida

[badluckinawasteland]

red gold sunset melts over cold desert sand. crack a beer & a can of beans while the coyotes cry. the smoke sits like a wool blanket over yr scratched-up stetsons. pluck peyote from the parched sands and let it linger on yr tongue. break the blues harp out of yr blue 501s and play for the stars and the saguaros and the sage of the desert. hear the cactus wren call for you at dawn. this desert song wont leave yr heart. and this loneliness wont leave yr soul. but may the road be strong and level under yr feet and may the rain never last longer than a minute on yr back and may the sun never shine too hard in yr eyes. the desert loves you.

[asirensrage]

When I was seventeen, my uncle (on the Native side) took the sister closest to me camping with him and my cousins. Up to Manitoulin Island. Back then, it was EXTREMELY remote. And when you went camping with him, it was bare bones camping. Lean to's, sleeping bags on the ground, catching and foraging for your food. Old school Native. Anyway, he brought peyote that he'd picked up when he visited South Dakota. A friend of his from the Rosebud reservation. So be boiled into a tea.

Well let me tell you...

The northern lights were even more vibrant, the coyotes and wolves seemed louder and closer, I swear I saw things moving in the trees. I drank so much peyote tea, I hallucinated for four days.

Omg lol that sounds wild but also great. You know I've never seen the northern lights but I've always wanted to? I'm a little jealous...but not about the hallucinating for days lol

Thanks for sharing!!

sleepover with asirensrage

[jazpers-vampyr-kronikkerz]

"We can't stop here this is bat country!"

Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest

Better bet I’ll never settle and

I never could rest

Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west

A rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest

I won’t stop to drop to draw

A line in the sand

‘Cause I’ll be picked apart

To pieces by coyotes

I’m a lizard in the hand of the medicine man

Who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote

Woah

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions

I’m done relaxing, I am a chemical reaction

Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas

Where the sentimental value of

The city around you

Is deleted obsolete and still

Completely will stun you

I’m tripping like a klutz and

I’m rolling like thunder

I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches

A rotten spot of mold with

My hands on a cactus

My mouth is dry and my eyes are red

I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the

Desert’s in my head

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions

I’m done relaxing, I am a chemical reaction

Wretch and pule this panoramic

Stretched out view is fat with panic

Precognition lacks in hindsight

We caught the illness back

Before the twilight

I might be a saint worth steeples

I might be the brain of evil

Bad things happen to good people

Good things happen to me

[eremitical]

not looking it up. is peyote pronounced like coyote

[pointreyesjournal]

Riders of the Storm : ep157

Stainless steel operating tables at veterinary clinics aren’t “people length” … they’re just long enough to hold a golden retriever. Dangerous Dave’s head and torso fit on the table, but his legs from about mid-femur are dangling off the end. Dave is on his back passed out cold. The veterinarian is unzipping Dave’s jacket so that he can remove it and begin to treat the compound fractured collar bone sticking out of his shoulder. It’s a gruesome and bloody mess.

Dangerous Dave regains consciousness while we’re removing his helmet and immediately panics and tries to leap off of the table. The veterinary nurses are experts at restraining wild animals and settle him back down onto the table before he can further injure himself or anyone else.

The Veterinarian: I need to stabilize this man while we wait for the ambulance to arrive. Sir, can you tell me, on a scale of one to ten, are you in pain?

Dangerous Dave: Ten! One hundred! Five thousand!

The Veterinarian: Where are you feeling pain sir?

Dangerous Dave: My shoulder!

The Veterinarian: You have a compound fracture in your collarbone. The bone has punctured the skin. May I remove your jacket so we can begin to stabilize the wound?

Dangerous Dave: Yes. Pain. I need something for the pain!

The Veterinarian does a pretty good job as an ER doctor for humans (considering that his last patient is now a carcass scattered across Highway One) and removes Dave’s leather jacket without destroying it and begins to stabilize the bleeding.

Dangerous Dave: Doc! Pain. I need pain medication!

The Veterinarian: Sir, I’m not authorized to administer drugs for you at this time.

Dangerous Dave: What the hell kind of doctor can’t administer pain medication?!

The Veterinarian: Sir, I’m a veterinarian.

Dangerous Dave: A VETERINARIAN??

He had no idea that we carried him on our shoulders the 75 yards to the dog and cat hospital after he fainted, and just assumed he was in the emergency room.

Dangerous Dave: Doc! Doc! Doc! Reach into the pocket of my jacket. There’s three hundred dollars cash in there. GIVE ME THE OPIOIDS!

Opioids are easily metabolized across a variety of species, and according to the National Institute on Drug Abuse, much of the supply of opioids that end up illegally in the hands of drug abusers comes through the veterinary channel.

The Veterinarian takes the cash and asks the nurse to fetch a saline IV bag from the other room. While she’s gone, he surreptitiously injects Dave with something. The effect is powerful and immediate. Dave is no longer Dave. His eyes roll back in his head with delight as he transforms into a shape shifting technicolor desert coyote, speaking in tongues. He’s a fat bloated Jim Morrison, speaking poetry verse into a microphone between gulps of whisky. He’s the tribal warrior making his right of passage on peyote and the veterinarian is his shaman.

Dave’s brain is squirmin' like a toad when the ambulance arrives. The paramedics get him on the stretcher and as they’re carting him off to the ambulance, a lady in the lobby tells the nurse “Hi, I’m here to pick up Rover. The little white Westie”

[joestreng]

PSX Picayune – Year-End Edition

Another exciting PSX season is wrapping up and this one was a doozy. Congrats to the V&D crew for grabbing first place by the throat at the end of April and never letting go. The only drama in the last few weeks was the race for second, which – as of this writing – is still to be determined between Joltin’ Joes and Ugly Finders. A big shout-out to KMA for finishing in the money for the second year in a row.

Rather than break down each team’s performance, this edition of the PSX Picayune is dedicated to the Joltin’ Joe’s journey through the season.

April

The Jolts blow the draft day budget on big sticks and speedsters. The team also stocks up on horse steroids, Nugenix (because as the Big Hurt says, “She’ll like it, too”) and a mystery cream that makes hitters extremely rageful when they see an off-speed pitch. The investments pay immediate dividends as the Jolts offense blasts out of the gate with a historic run. Meanwhile, Aaron Nola and Adam Wainwright are seen throwing baseballs off a brick wall outside the Jolts training complex and asking if anyone has a bottle of water they might be able to use for basic hygiene purposes.

May

The Jolts offensive onslaught continues. A conga line of Bryce Harper clones is seen marching across home plate. Freddie Freeman slugs a rare six-base hit that scores eight runs. Waiver-wire claim Jon Berti is seen leaving Wile E. Coyote behind in a plume of desert dust. Meanwhile, a bleary-eyed Jolts GM comes off a six-week peyote binge and asks, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE DRAFTED TWO ROCKIES PITCHERS?” Meanwhile, a team of Ivy League interns are seen transporting Jolts Castle stone-by-stone from Pleasanton to an undisclosed location in Napa.

June

The offensive juggernaut is unstoppable, posting a perfect score of 60 across all batting categories. Jolts Owner and Dictator-for-Life installs a 10,000 square-foot spa staffed by nubile masseuses to soothe weary hitters. Meanwhile, the Jolts GM decides it might not be a bad idea to add a starter to the staff and trades every player under the age of 25 for Max Scherzer. German Marquez is thrown to a pack of hyenas hopped up on Mountain Dew. Morale improves.

July

Undaunted by an injury to Bryce Harper, the Jolts offensive machine continues to plow through the competition like a deleted scene from Mad Max: Fury Road. At the trade deadline, the Jolts GM trades the future of the franchise for a super-closer and another stud starter. A massive amount of champagne is ordered and street closures are planned for a victory parade through the streets of Napa. The Jolts are a lock to celebrate their first championship in 20 years.

August

OhGod … OhNo … NONONONONONO … WTF Josh Hader??? Pablo Lopez has a 6+ ERA??? We cut Kyle Finnegan, then traded to get him back? WHY??? When did Alex Wood start to suck so badly??? Blake Snell remembers how to pitch after he’s traded? What do you mean we spent $25 on Brandon Marsh? And who the hell is Jason Delay and why is he catching for us? Why has God forsaken me? Oh, how I long for the sweet release that death will bring!

September

Like the last janitor in the Red Sox clubhouse after Game 6 of the 1986 World Series, the Jolts stagger aimlessly through the final month of the season. In the last few weeks, the Ugly Finders pull alongside the Jolts’ team bus and honk as they speed past. The Jolts give it a little bit of gas to catch up, but they know this race was lost on that Saturday night in early April when the GM went all-in on offense and tried to build a pitching staff on the fly.

As the last great Commissioner A. Bartlett Giamatti wrote: “[Baseball] is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall all alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.”

And as the great teacher and philosopher Crash Davis said: “Well, fuck this fucking game.”

Enjoy the off-season and congrats again to the 2022 PSX Champions Vicious & Delicious!

[the-not-so-dark-age]

Sento odore di asfalto freschissimo

[oreopata]

Anyone else want to play GTA5 just so you can play as all these animals for as long as you like? Hell, you can even do wildlife photography in this game. 

I just love games where you play as animals. Like as close to natural as possible. Wish there were more of them. 

[bastardzrus-a]

Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest Better bet I'll never settle, and I never could rest Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west A rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest I won't stop to drop to draw a line in the sand 'Cause I'll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes I'm a lizard in the hand of the medicine man Who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I'm taking action Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I'm gaining traction Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions I'm done relaxing I am a chemical reaction