Skull Preservation TutorialSkull Preservation Tutorial6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've been asked multiple times how I go about cleaning and preserving the skulls that I find so I've decided to put together a sort of FAQ/how-to regarding this subject. Please keep in mind that there is more than one "right" way to achieve things in the realm of taxidermy. This is just the way I do my skulls/bones.
You will need:
Plastic bag for picking up your treasure
A good sized flower pot
An ant hill (if possible)
Disposable plastic gloves
Nice sized metal pot kept solely for boiling skulls/bones
Plastic container for soaking the skull/bones in
Hydrogen peroxide 3%-7%
Small pokey thing for helping remove brain bits and other yuck
Super glue, tacky glue, or Elmer's glue for putting the teeth back in
Hokay. While out hiking, I've come across many different skulls/bones of animals in various stages of decomposition. The best ones are when nature has already done most of the work for you and it's already pretty clean. One of the drawbacks of finding them like this tho
The Eevee Cometh - EpilogueValerie looked out over the Blackthorn mountains and contemplated what exactly she was doing. Sure, she was living in the mountains; duh, that was kind of obvious. But, she was also training. Why she was training she wasn't sure. Certainly that creature, the one who had called itself an Eevee, was still out there, but Valerie still wasn't sure if it had truly escaped.The Eevee Cometh - Epilogue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then again, there was also the possibility of other of these creatures emerging, but Valerie was likewise not sure how likely it was that they would emerge. They hadn't exactly been prolific thus far, and though dangerous, they didn't seem capable of doing too awful much by themselves if Valerie alone could take down two of them. Although, they had both escaped
Valerie sighed and turned back to her pokémon. Matthias had grown spectacularly over the past two months, both in terms of general personality and fighting capability. He already was able to take on Electabuzz fairly evenly, though Graveler and Fearow we
Date Me July: Malady: MadaHinaTitle: MaladyDate Me July: Malady: MadaHina6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Theme: Blockbuster- Elizabeth (play)
Impatient feet paced circles around the room. Dark eyes narrowed into mere slits of their former selves as the Dowager Empress, her long black hair highlighted with streaks of gray; read a letter from her son. Each line was dripping with praise for her daughter-in-law. Oh how that girl set Mikoto's teeth on edge. She was so unlike Sasuke in that the girl could not be pinned down with a glare. Mikoto could not utter stern enough words to make the younger woman cower and be willing to be lead around by the ear.
No, quite the opposite in fact. One cross word and the girl rebelled, doing completely the opposite of what she was told. It wasn't direct opposition though, oh no. The girl was all smiles and sweetness in front of the Emperor, her husband and Mikoto's darling son. What a charmer. What a deceiver. What a detestable little viper.
With so much poison towards the young woman pumping insid
Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.Sometimes, it's the little things.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
An unfiltered distillation of a humanitarian ocean.
He accepted me, gills and all -
He knew that I needed my eccentricities to breathe
under the seascrapers of pollution
that hung over my head.
Or he said he did.
At the end of it all,
he tugged the gills open to expose me;
my innards trailed across the coral reef
as I swam trustingly forward, hoping for the best.
I tried to believe.
I believed him, gills and all -
But eventually, he left me, with holes in my sides
Where he had spooned out my intestines
To tether them to a boulder.
I tried to breathe.
He always told me I was deep.
It must have been a surprise to read:
Death by puddle.
Ib's Lullaby [Draft]Ib's Lullaby [Draft]3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[In the early afternoon, under a gray sky, Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery.
"Did you remember everything, Ib?
Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?
Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!]
Come, let us play a game
No adults will ever know
That you disappeared
To our little show
Come into the portal
Many friends are waiting
For you to arrive
To a world of paintings
Just take a step
Into the deep Abyss
You'll be fine, just trust me
We promise that you won't be missed
Keep your rose close to you
5 petals, see?
Each one that's pulled off
Represents an injury
Don't get too close to the walls
Don't break the mannequins
Each holds many consequences
Make sure you don't lose your senses
Come, let us play a game
A game which will risk your life
Three you will hold
Don't fill them with strife
Such a colorful world
For you all to explore
Don't get lost in it
Just keep walking forward
Find the key and
Quickly head for home
i write bad poetry.You are made of bone, sinew, gristle, synapse, skin, keratini write bad poetry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not inkwells and Hemingway, galaxy-cuttings and star-trimmings
or dream, Edgar Allen Poe, absinthe, reflections and sin.
You know a hundred words to describe every pockmark that dots
your face and the way your pens fit into arrow-quivers by that
ricketty old desk of yours but
Words will not
from your mother-of-pearl lips
Apply cleverly-done descending letters here
and sprinkle one jaunty hyphen across the page
because after all, punctuation is a hitchhiker
and you're speeding down the word count like a cargo truck
till you crash into an abrupt ending or more likely
a lack of poetic inspiration.
Today and yesterday and seven days before, you might have
prostituted your muses, a penny for your thoughts, looked with
cross-eyes at your empty lined pad of paper and then
wrote seven pages about a cloud you saw that eventually scattered
into dreamy folds and smoke.
The sky is blue.
The sky is big.
Apply 'the sky is
Sorry I was born a PitbullDear owner please don't hurt meSorry I was born a Pitbull9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I truly didnt know
that chewing shoes and licking your face made me dangerous
I'm sorry I was born with a jaw that is so fierce
and then the BSL came and said that we are all
doomed, for something SOME pitbulls might do.
And some things I NEVER did.
I'm sorry my mom was a pitbull, and I'm sorry dad was too.
but if you ban my breed now, who will be there to protect you?
There won't be any rotties, or bulls of any kind
regular dogs not brave the dogs who cry and whine
Please help fight the BSL for they're blaming my whole breed
as well as other bulls and rotties who have even helped people.
animals that were strong and were bred for loyalty
now at the vet in the euthanasia line.
Its not fair that they condemn me for things I never did
but we're capable of doing such things, is what the government says
they don't care if we're loved
they rip us away from our last hugs.
With the owners that loved us dearly
It's not right that they have to suff
Collab: holding starsDid I tell you about that girl?Collab: holding stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should have done, always talking of her
Always on my mind
Jumping on my mind
I have no ways to explain how she makes me feel...
What words in the world could we use to describe
What words could you use to describe how much
you really love somebody?
Maybe a thousand astral cords tied to the tip of
your tongue, and maybe just one spiral galaxy
wrapped around your ankles.
But what is as perfect as a hundred leagues
under the sea, that first gasp of ocean and rock
salt, with years of rainwater rushing through
the gaps between your ribs and the walls of your
Our love growing like the universe, by particle, by stars, by worlds, getting ever wider to line up our perfect future, our world together, her love is my star, the warmth of the sun by her touch, the smile as wonderful as the eclipse but never as rare but still as perfect.
The shooting I saw on its path,
RequiscatHe walked through the hospital as slowly as he could, fidgeting nervously with his white suit. He didnt want to be here in fact he would pay any amount of money to be elsewhere, doing anything else. Anything but this. He was new to this, after his transfer from his previous occupation, this should have been a cakewalk but it wasnt. This was nowhere near to easy. Death, though it could be a release, was never easy. For this man, who wasnt really a man, it was even worse.Requiscat9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He looked left and right at the orderlies and doctors slowly walking by him. None of them seemed to see him, and he wasnt surprised at that. Few people could see him, mostly because they didnt want to. Man never wanted to face death.
He closed his eyes. He wasnt THE Death, just an Angel of Death. Death was known as Azrael, one of the Archangels of Heaven.
Fear Not...Those who fear shadows,Fear Not...9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Will see not reality,
No true Hunter hides
Those poor blinded souls,
Blind prey is easy to catch,
Only Light can Blind
Fear not what hides in the shadows, but what stands proudly in the Light. A Hunter hides not from its Prey.
CannibalHelp me please,Cannibal8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am down on blood red knees,
I must claw,
I must bite,
I fell like I have to fight.
Spill their blood,
Drink it all,
Tear out their hearts and crush their skulls.
Crying red tinted tears,
Saying sorry all the way.
I have to devour them,
Bones, skin, flesh and all.
When stomachs near popping,
I puke them up and start again.
I have swords,
I have no guns,
Only my teeth and bloodied hands.
I keep killing them,
Cant stop murdering them,
Every woman, man, and child.
Tearing through her,
Ripping through him,
I have gone beyond wild.
I dont want this,
I cant stand this,
But still the massacre goes on.
I am crying,
They are sobbing,
But still this madness is not stopping.
Their blood sticking to me,
Drenching me in human life.
Must keep killing, slashing bashing,
Ripping tearing, goring, gouging,
Smashing hacking, clawing, biting .
I keep eating them,
Cant stop eating them.
Burning hunger deep inside me,
I just cannot satisfy it.
WolvesThe Howl The NightWolves11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Did Not Oppose
By Justin Borer
In the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.
Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.
The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.
Then moonlight shines through the trees.
The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.
Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.
A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.
Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.
The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.
Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.
This figure has nothing to prove.
Steathy and strong it continued to move.
The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.
Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.
With its pointed ears every creature it does know.
The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.
He felt alone, that, no one could deny.
through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.
He looked up at the bright full moon.
He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.
DEATH NOTE GUINESS RECORDSGUINESS WORLD RECORDS PROUDLY PRESENTS:DEATH NOTE GUINESS RECORDS5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DEATH NOTE AWARDS !!!!!
People from Death Note are very special and they all have great talents, so we decided to gave them deserved awards!
The performance starts now:
1. For LIGHT YAGAMI For world's stupidest evil laugh ever seen.
Public: *fangirlish shouting*
Light: -.- For what?! My evil laugh is perfect and EVIL. You damn award givers don't know how good is it! I'm a God? Hello?
Award giver: No. You're just gay. Now shut up and take the award. We don't have much time left.
2. For MISA AMANE For wearing world's shortest gothic skirt AND for being the stupidest person, like, ever.
Misa: 8D Yeeey! Misa Misa won an award! Misa Misa is awesome AND pretty! Wow!
Award giver: *silence* Oh my God .
Misa Misa: MY god!!!!!!!!
Award giver: What ever. Could we just go on?
3. For L For eating just sugar and sleeping absolutely never. The wonder is- he's still alive.
Public: Yaaay! *-, *
L: Aww, thank
What If We Were Poets?Do you ever wonder what it's like to come face-to-faceWhat If We Were Poets?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the planets? To curl your fingers in the air without
meeting thousands of plaster ceilings? What if I showed you
how to cross Saturn's rings, inhale the atmosphere of Venus?
You would enter the Earth (and it's a strange place to call home,
really) with ice crystals at the corners of your mouth and ash
clouds stuck to the insides of your fingernails. Let me tell you,
it's a beginner's worry that you'll burn up in the atmosphere,
but I've had helium and hydrogen daubed on the base of my tongue.
Oh, and do you ever brush past the windows on train carriages
and wonder what cornfields are like when they're your sky
and your Earth's crust? What if I took you to the white cliffs
of somewhere or other and taught you how to spread your wings
and not hit the ground? What if I showed you mazes, and became
the red threads around your thumbs? If you'll just trust me, I'll let you
see that getting lost should only worry you in jungles of co
LOS prologue - revisedLOS prologue - revised4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young brunette lay quietly on the bed, her eyes closed, her breaths short and shallow. Holding her hand gently, the Demon next to her watched as her chest rose and fell, stroking her hair as she slept quietly in the failing evening light.
It had been only 14 short years since this small human girl found her way into his life, and even shorter still since she had found her way into his heart. She looked nearly the same as she did when he first found her crouched inside a partially burnt cupboard, sobbing quietly. She had the same long, wavy, walnut colored hair, the same green eyes, and the same fair skin. Only her skin was quite a bit paler now, as she clung to her last moments.
He pondered for a moment the briefness of mortal life, and how in an instant it could be cut even shorter than it already was. Even though he'd grown closer
Compulsive Liar (spinning stories)The fox won't let me tell you the truth, not even a fragment. He is glintingCompulsive Liar (spinning stories)4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at me from orange eyes again. 'Don't tell them anything. pretend. Imagine,
like you did when you were younger and spun stories from paper. It's all a big
game.' The dog has his ears pricked forward and is chasing his tail next to my
I don't think he doubts me.
The fox wants me to open up a conveyor belt leading straight from the back of
my mouth into peoples' waiting ears. He has made his own production line for
me: a thousand identities like shedded skins, two eye-colours, alternate beauty
marks, three accents and a past straight out of Shakespeare's quill. He wants
me to flick my tongue and weave an odyssey, spin on the spot and become a boy,
then a girl, then a woman, then a Hollywood star with sunken cheeks.
The hound is sat by my feet, panting. He wants me to smile widely, say that no,
I am one girl with one accent, green eyes, no frills on my clothes or gemstones
on my toes. The fox gla
There's a god on my streetThere's a god on my streetThere's a god on my street2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
glorious and radiant
blind and crippled
begging for loose change.
Everyday I drop him four quarters
Ping Ping Ping Ping
they sound in god's cup
and I'm sure they ring
like mellifluous bells
for the world to hear
from my disgusting street.
However I don't stay with this god
nor does he stay with me
he stays on this street
this street is his home
and my home is elsewhere
away from such a disgraceful hovel.
There's a god on my street
however once I leave him
he will not see me
he sees nothing at all
does nothing at all
living of the four glorious pings
which I bless upon him.
There's a god on my street
starving and bare
a god which has nothing to live for.
No one will bless his name
as he passes
as he cries
WolfI saw my soul that dayWolf10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw it in a pair of amber eyes
Full of sorrow and understanding
I saw the true me that day
In the swiftness of running
On four feet instead of two
Claws and teeth ferocious
As well as kind
I found my true name
In the warm grey fur
Hard and stiff like rocks
Yet soft like velvet
I saw how wonderous the wild is
In song, and soft moss bedding
To work as a team, and to love
I found myself that day
I was lost and blind before
I found myself in the eyes
The eyes of a wolf
He showed me the path
That was hidden
The magic of living again
Not dying, if not for him
I would be dead
I shall never forget that wolf
Who saved my life
Who showed me my true self
My true name
And who to trust it with
Bed MonsterLisa was a seven year old with a bedtime ritual. Every night she went to bed at 11.30 after her father had come home. She would go upstairs leaving her parents together downstairs. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, up and down like her dentist showed her. Then she went to her bedroom and changed into her pyjamas. She brushed her hair, seven strokes to each area of her hair, one for each year of her age. Then she opened her bedroom curtains, turned off the light and climbed on top of her toy chest and jumped from it to her bed to avoid the long arms of the monster under her bed. When she crashed onto the bed she would pull the covers up to her neck, and lie on her back rigid and staring into the dark. The monster would scratch on the bottom of her bed and whisper to her, but her parents never heard her crying over their arguments. Sometimes she would just cry silently until she fell asleep. In the morning she would wake up to its snuffling and sniffing. Lisa would jump offBed Monster9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
SometimesSometimes it embarrasses meSometimes1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I have this need
To show her the things
That I hold dear to me
In hope that she too
Would love them.
Sometimes it scares me.
When I stand naked before her
My raw nerve endings exposed
To show her my emotions
As I am sometimes to enclosed
Sometimes it makes me feel sexy.
To sense her lust as strong as mine
Our souls dripping with passion
Our curvious bodies intertwined
Sometimes it makes me feel overjoyed.
When we are alone
Just us two
We create a light
That shines bright
A tremendous but
And I only feel these things
On PigsOn Pigs4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Let's make it clear: I have nothing against carnivory. I myself try to consume as many animals as possible.
It's just that I hate hypocrisy. Dogs and cats are exempt from being feasted up, because they somehow are intelligent, while a pig is worthy of eating.
Yet pigs are more intelligent than dogs and cats combined. Studies show that they are as smart as children. They most certainly are as smart as the average toothed cetacean, their marine relatives.
It's telling when history recognises this. Who is the symbol of mankind's dark intelligence, as seen in ambition and greed? The pig. Who has eyes that reminds us of black holes, concentrating the molecules to explode in primordial radiance? The pig. Who is the symbol of the Sun, of fertility, virility, Spring and fiery wrath? The boar. The wolf and the dog were always either cancer or servants. The dog is filthy, rolling in it's own shit, while the pig cleans itself. If pigs are dirty, is because they select their diet as to make their
Pokemon Creepypasta Mad LibTHE FOLLOWING ABOMINATION YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ WAS WRITTEN FOR COMEDIC PURPOSES ONLY, AND THUS SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY AT ALL.Pokemon Creepypasta Mad Lib5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
i may luv pokemon but they dun liek me. wen i wuz __(number) years old i got a copy of _____ (Pokemon game) that i luvd very much and i playd it evry day after _____(daily event). i luvd my whole team and treated them liek family but the 1 i luvd most of all was ____(nickname) who was a ____(Pokemon). (he/she/it) was my bestest frend in the hole world. we wud do evrything together in da game and i wud take the game evrywear i went so i cud be with (him/her/it) always.
but then 1 day my old game _____________ (excuse for why you can't play the game anymore) and then i cudnt play it anymoar. i wuz sad now becuz i cudnt see ____(Pokemon's nickname) anymoar and i cryed a lot evryday becuz it wuz gon.
but then __(number) years later i found another copy of the game dat i lost and i b
AstroYou are a trajectory from which I have fallen, Moon-boundAstro2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Earth-boy. With height and speed your molecules shifted;
I dropped away by degrees — further, then further.
There must be all the sky between us now,
but I taste your dust with my fingertips,