a tiny old man who lies in a field doing a perfect imitation of a baby’s cry to attract concerned passers-by, before killing those who attempt to pick him up by rapidly increasing in weight until their bones shatter
an outhouse goblin with a long tongue who just scuttles around licking up that sweet sweet soap scum and other bathroom filth
what appears to be a man with an obscured face – when it spots someone at night, it drops trou, spreads its asscheeks to reveal a giant eyeball poking out of its anus, and then charges at its victim on all fours ass-first (seemingly for no reason other than to scare them)
a seemingly ordinary woman whose head detaches while she sleeps and flies around the garden looking for centipedes to eat
large angry goblins in straw coats that rampage through mountain villages yelling at kids to be good and not stopping until the parents appease them with booze
a giant who just squats over the japanese islands and washes his hands in the ocean (that’s literally all he does)
shapeshifting raccoons who use their enormous stretchy ballsacks to accomplish all manner of everyday tasks
goblins that live in the woods washing beans in the rivers, freaking out travelers by singing songs about washing beans that echo through the woods
a giant skeleton made of tons of normal skeletons combined like some sort of skeleton voltron
slimy balls of hair that just skitter around being nasty
a spirit that does nothing except sneak up on sleeping people, pull the pillows out from under their heads, and slides the pillows under their feet
vaguely humanoid blobs of obese, stinky flesh with no eyes or mouths that are harmless and by all accounts quite friendly – if you eat the flesh of one, you gain immortality at the cost of living your life as one of them
a little old man with a very long head who sneaks into empty houses and insists that he owns them even when the homeowners return (one of the most powerful yokai)
Most of these seem harmless or just assholes
My favourite detail about the aforementioned Voltron skeleton is that, in some folk-tales, it’s said to hunt by sneaking up on people and ambushing them.
How does a thirty-foot-tall skeleton sneak up on a person, you ask?
Simple: by exploiting the fact that nobody ever looks up.
(I’m not kidding – that’s literally the folkloric explanation for how they sneak up on you.)
“so you mean to tell me you go to town to walk around the shops and that’s it?”
*in a familiar area* “where to ____” “idk sorry”
*tries to balance weighted lap pad on my shoulder as I sleep*
Fucking mood
We’re all just confused, vaguely nomadic dragons
I support this theory!
Reblog if you’re a confused, vaguely nomadic dragon, too
Is a confused, vaguely nomadic fae dragon. Smaller and faster than the usual dragon, with pretty colors and a membry made of gossamer fibers (never catches anything, but sparkles nice during the few moments of trying).
it’s facial reconstructions of prehistoric humans!!
like, look at this part-homo sapiens, part-neandertal man from well over 30,000 years ago:
doesn’t he just look like a dude you’d wanna hang out with? like he probably washes dishes in the kitchen with you, and has excellent weed
what a charming fellow. what stories he probably has to tell. i’d definitely go shoot the shit with him on Contemplation Rock after i’d finished my day’s work carving a bone flute for the autumn hunting ceremony, or whatever
people have been people ever since people first became people, i tell you what
they all had lives and histories and families and friends and dumb gossip and games they played and total bullshit in which they believed wholeheartedly
they all argued about the nature of the world, and of themselves
they all sang songs
they all drew pictures
they all buried their dead in graves, and they buried their dead in graves well before they did a lot of that other stuff. they buried their dead with flowers, with panther claws, with the bones of animals they’d killed, with the bones of family members who had died at the same time or earlier. they buried their dead with their arms folded across their chests
they fell in love
they took care of their old and their sick and their disabled, even when it cost them
they made new things, and worried about what the new things meant for people everywhere, as a whole
Oh I like him he looks like he would appreciate my jokes
This dude would have great stories at a get-together and would bring some really great homemade dip.
I feel like he really digs Lo-Fi Music
This guy was sculpted by Alfons and Adrie Kennis, and their Neanderthal reconstructions are all delightful.
I love the kid in the last picture a lot- they look like a kid, just a little kid who’s done some mischief and is trying not to laugh about it.
I also adore their Lucy- they’ve struck a wonderful balance between the falling angel and the rising ape.
And their Turkana boy- there’s something precious and wistful in those eyes.
But my favorite has got to be their reconstruction of H. floresiensis.
Just look at her. That’s a face of someone who’s lived and seen a lot, but also a face that’s known love and joy and laughter. That’s a face with a soul.
So i went on a date to a haunted house and made friends with the girls behind us. As we’re going through, one of them is holding my hand and a guy leaps out and separates us. I panic as my date is pulling me along, I reach back for her and grab her hand in a group of three other performers and start getting out if there. After a bit I look back to check on her and I discover I’m holding the hand of a six foot tall zombie creature and not a 5’2" girl.
Cue the most terrifying realization of my life.
I had basically kidnapped this performer from his section and abandoned the girl and her friend behind us.
Yes, I screamed. My date thought it was Hilarious.
Yes, we found the girls. Turns out when I grabbed the performers hand, he grabbed theirs so our group wouldn’t be separated. So there was just this zombie in the middle of our group line for like fifty feet
What gets me is that initial pause. The bird knows this song. He knows when the drum comes in. Being able to anticipate musical rhythm is a form of intelligence very few species have, and this is the most remarkable example of it I’ve ever seen in a bird. The cockatoo knew to wait for the drums.
rhythmic awareness: a prerequisite of language evolution
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