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Hello! I am the Zed! I am a Published Writer, Professional Animator, On the Side Draw Guy, Armature stand up comedian, and General Dreamer. On this blog expect Art/writing, animation, and maybe even a station wagon or two. The possibilities are endless! Until possibilities run out https://linktr.ee/the_zombaholic

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Sick jacket Jenny

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Vylet Pony's "The Slow Dance" has been in my head for a few days so I wanted to draw something for how it's inspired me

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Linework of an older OC named Dolly Cogworth. She does a lot of metal working, and likes explosives. It's taken a toll on her, but she's still ready to be pissed off at her two brothers. Though to be fair, she's usually grumpy

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Alan Wake 2 has been on my mind lately and I got to fantasizing about a FBC version of my sona.

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Well, June 21st is Indigenous People's Day in Canada, and if you want to help a non-binary, queer, first nations artist down on their luck reach their goal so I can pay rent and get some food it would mean a bunch! Thank you to those who have been helping and I appreciate my followers patience as I still try to navigate my footing. And I hope you're well out there!

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It's June 21st and it's National Indigenous Peoples Day. I'm proudly Plains Cree and originally from the Little Black Bear band. I'm in dire need of help with rent, and bills currently as a struggling queer artist. If you could help me reach my goal today it would help me rest easy. Thank you

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Finished an old sketch of my argonian communist captain and coloured it up.

The Captain is pretty pissed at the state of affairs today, and she might have a point (or more based off those chainsaws)!

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Finished an old sketch of my argonian communist captain and coloured it up.

The Captain is pretty pissed at the state of affairs today, and she might have a point (or more based off those chainsaws)!

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Well, June 21st is Indigenous People's Day in Canada, and if you want to help a non-binary, queer, first nations artist down on their luck reach their goal so I can pay rent and get some food it would mean a bunch! Thank you to those who have been helping and I appreciate my followers patience as I still try to navigate my footing. And I hope you're well out there!

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It's not going well for your local Zedbra as they try to find a job

Finally got around to learning a program that lets me do arcs, keyframe offsets, and moving holds! Wow! Audio from Homestar Runner Blubb-O's Commercial

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Rendition of my dear friends Mule Pixie. She's on the town and ready to score!

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Zombie Zebra at it again. They got a bit too chewy in their time

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Style test starring me and my best friend. We solve old crimes. I've been listening to Stupendium's, "A Queso Peculiar" a lot and I also have been really wanting to play Mouse P.I. for Hire, but I can't afford it so figured I might as draw a little something.

My head cannon for the two is Zedbra is a disgraced discharged soldier who refused orders to do something morally unjust and got punished for it then sent home. Private Eye Robo needed their old friend and partner to solve a murder case involving someone coming home from the war. It's also an opportunity to uplift their old down and out friend to get them back on their feet. Through their story they uncover a conspiracy of drugs, munition, and all manners of sordid affairs that goes right to the top!

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Style test starring me and my best friend. We solve old crimes. I've been listening to Stupendium's, "A Queso Peculiar" a lot and I also have been really wanting to play Mouse P.I. for Hire, but I can't afford it so figured I might as draw a little something.

My head cannon for the two is Zedbra is a disgraced discharged soldier who refused orders to do something morally unjust and got punished for it then sent home. Private Eye Robo needed their old friend and partner to solve a murder case involving someone coming home from the war. It's also an opportunity to uplift their old down and out friend to get them back on their feet. Through their story they uncover a conspiracy of drugs, munition, and all manners of sordid affairs that goes right to the top!

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Hello, I'm a first nations non-binary animator needing help to stay afloat. I'm asking for help as I'm being overwhelmed with bills and still needing help with rent while still looking for work in a troubled working climate. I've hopefully got a few leads I'm waiting to hear back from, but until then I'm posting my ko-fi and asking for help as things are fairly dire on my end. If you like what I do or just want to support a queer first nations for a month follow the link and chip in! It would mean a lot right now if you could. Otherwise just share my post and check out my art! It's always good to know someone out there likes what I do. Thank you for your time.

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Took a bunch of screenshots of my funny animal critters in Tomodachi Life so I figured I'd redraw some moments here and there to keep sharp. Samantha's far too busy for such trivial matters such as the news

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Turkey gal Luckie has been through a lot, but she's starting to get sick with a few questions she's been receiving lately. No it's not about the arm. Haven't seen her since 2019!

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A poem about someone I know

I stare through the window that is my bathroom mirror.

I am disgusted by the flab, and rolls along their hideous body.

I see their large turkey thighs and am repulsed at how they can’t run,

There is nothing but revulsion by the fat that dangles from under their biceps,

Such a repulsive creature.

I hear the pounding of a heart that will give any day now.

I can see the clogged arteries and veins under their brown skin, which is so despised,

I am witness to a lack of muscle in their sad form,

There is nothing but wasted potential in these years,

And it’s not going to get any better.

With fury I look to the face of the creature that stands before me.

With anger I scan the chubby cheeks and unkempt hair of what struggles to fill this void.

I am enraged as I dare this waste try to convince me of their worth.

And I see the sad eyes of a child who has had their heart broken so often

Tears streak down those reddened chubby cheeks,

A frown that is struggling against the weight of the world,

They look back to the only person in the world they can truly trust when they say,

“I love you.”