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they're all better than you get used to your soul draining job you'll never move you can't help you're just going to let everyone down you're too slow you never reply to anything you forget everything you're just a watered down version of better peopl
Dynamic shading and posing practice with Zamos!
You didn’t honestly think all of his weight is fat?
The man is almost pure muscle under that layer of chub and he has the Mega Punch to prove it.
And, as I’ve said before, Hidden Power Dark is a hell of a drug.
Super impromptu and surprising Sadger pictures.
Duncan was made for my very skinny mate and I didn’t figure I could get into his bodysuit, but with the power of wiggle I apparently can. Woo!
More of Blueberry with a view of his adorable little stub wings and some of his favorite cake.
A big ol’ cutie cute baby dragon named Blueberry Cheesecake!
For askteamtheta <3
So, I made human versions of Rose and Zamos in my Tomodachi Life.
I figured they’d hook up, but instead Rose made friends with the one gay guy on the island and is now trying to set him and Zamos up.
Rose is officially the best wingman ever.
There were a few things Zamos had promised himself he would never do in front of Caroline, only to break them all eventually. First, he wouldn’t wear his piercings. That all but went out the window the first time she ran into him while he was working. Second, he would never cry in front of her. To be fair, that had been an extremely rough year and the anniversary of Naomi’s death was never a good day for him.
The most important, though, was the thing he managed to keep hidden the longest. It was a terrible, disgusting habit that he hated himself for having and he would quickly snap the neck of anyone who introduced it to his little girl. Feng knew about this standard, so there was hesitation in his paws when the Hypno asked for the pack of cigars in his back pocket.
The look that followed his pause sent a chill down his spine and there were no more arguments. If ever there was a time when a smoker needed to smoke, this was probably it.
The guards from the prison were finally starting to clear out and, despite a few disapproving looks from one of them, no one bothered Zamos as he lit the tobacco filled stick and slumped back against the wall of his old home. Everything had happened so fast and his head was still reeling to catch up.
Caroline showing up, paws covered in blood and too hysterical to say anything that made sense. The frantic trip back to the house when the words ‘He’s dead!’ finally got through. Standing with Caroline and doing his best to be comforting while the guards were called.
Glancing over, he noted that Atlas had finally showed up and was doing a much better job at the whole comforting thing than he ever could. She was smiling again and apologizing about her running eyeliner. Good. It had been hard enough watching her shake while trying to explain what she saw to the guards, if the Sandile could distract her, then he wasn’t going to bother them. Besides, he suddenly had a much bigger problem as Lyse finally slipped away from the house and beckoned him over.
For reasons Zamos hadn’t wanted to ask, Lyse knew a lot about corpses and determining causes of death. Thankfully, he’d been spending the night with him and Feng before everything went to Hell and volunteered to come along. With plenty of time alone to look over the unfortunate stranger before the guards arrived, the Hypno could only hope as he walked over that he’d come up with something more helpful than the ‘it’s a real shame. We’ll keep an eye out for your missing Zoroark’ they got from one of the guards.
"Well, I got news. It’s not good, but it’s news." That was not what he wanted to hear. With a quick look over at Caroline, the Sableye lowered his voice before continuing. "Look, the guy was slaughtered. Beaten, throat slit, no fuckin’ mercy." A nasty feeling crept into the pit of Zamos’s stomach. Someone had been brutally murdered in the same room as Rose and now she was missing along with Cardinal?
"The thing that worries me is what actually killed him." That got his attention. Having your throat cut open was normally a pretty good way to die, so if that hadn’t killed him, what had? Lyse seemed to be preparing himself for what he was about to say, almost as if it pained him. The Hypno frowned. He knew something. "It’s a good thing your kid didn’t try to roll him over. I know Fairy energy when I feel it and the best thing I can figure is the poor fuck got a full power Moonblast to the chest." Zamos really felt that the thought should have bothered him more, but maybe he was just running numb after the morning’s events.
"Caroline described a Gothitelle and someone with long hair in her psychic vision nonse-" Lyse stumbled on the descriptor as he was shot a nasty glare. "Er… thing, right?" Zamos started to nod, but then a thought hit him hard enough to nearly cause his cigar to fall from his lips. The pieces were coming together and every one of them were painted with the potential blood of his family. "Rose is a Dark type. Her son is a mutt that goes against everything the Night Eyes stand for. If Malakai heard about her…" Lyse’s voice trailed off, the pained look returning. "If. . if someone told him. Someone we thought had gotten better. . "
Now it made sense.
It made so much sense and Zamos could feel his blood running cold. The Night Eyes had Rose. They had Cardinal, a Dark Psychic mix. If they just wanted to kill them, they could’ve easily done so just like they did with that strange Zoroark. The group was known for being merciless and cruel, leading a barrage of tortures and slow, painful deaths to flash across the Hypno’s mind before he could stop them.
Screams overtook his hearing, the sounds of a tormented soul begging for death. The wretched sobbing of a mother forced to watch her son slip away just out of reach. The sickening thud and silence of an existence cut short.
Wherever Rose was, they had to find her. He had to find her. He would not stand by idly while another piece of his heart was torn away.
He would fight. Each and every fighter the Night Eyes had could keep coming and he’d slaughter the entire damn cult before he let them put a hand on his family.
They were not getting torn apart again.
YOU’RE KILLING ME WITH THIS CUTE
HAVE YOU NO RESPECT FOR THE READER’S HEART?
someone messaged me asking how i make my fursuit heads and i said i’d do a quick tutorial!
i left out ALOT of small details and other things like how to make a balaclava and etc but this is the basics. i didn’t want to write a book. if you have any questions you can just ask me separately.
i know its probably not the best tutorial but i hope it helps someone!
i should of typed because my handwriting is bad