I Go By Many Names But On Here You Can Call Me Either Kasper Or Doberman. I Use He/Him Pronouns But Feel Free To Use They/Them Aswell.
I'll Be Posting Random Shit On Here, Either Through Legitimate Posts Or Reblogs, And They'll Usually Be Relating To My Intrests Or Current Fixation. I Also Might Post My Art From Time To Time!
Feel Free To Keep Scrolling Down To Learn More About Me!
On June 1st In 2026 I Was Able To Get Officially Diagnosed By Three Different Psychiatrists And A Therapist. My Diagnoses Are:
• Persistent Depressive Disorder
• Executive Funtion Disorder
• Other Specified Dissociative Disorder
•Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
• Autism (Middle Of The Spectrum)
• Severe Dyscalculia
• Illness, General, And Social Anxiety
• Psychosis
My Intrests:
• Godzilla (All-Time Favorite!)
• Daikaiju Eiga
• Sonic The Hedgehog
• Crash Bandicoot
• Demon Slayer
• Gachiakuta
•Naruto
• Pokémon
• Reading And Drawing
• The Furry Fandom
• Animated Films
• Stuffed Animals
You Are Not Too Interact With Me Personally If I Don't Know You. You Are Obviously Free To Like My Posts, Reblog, And Leave A Comment, But Anything Beyond That Will Not Be Acknowledged. If You Message Me Then You Will Either Be Ignored Or Blocked.
I Do Not Do Mutal Friends So Do Not Ask. And No I Will Not Promote/Boost Your Shit Unless I Feel Like Personally Doing So. Spam Comments Will Lead You To Being Blocked.
Hate Obviously Won't Be Tolerated. I May Reply With A Snarky Quip But All Negative Comments Will End Up Being Deleted Anyhow.
You Are Free To Ask Me Questions About Anything! But If You Are Going To Be Disrespectful Then I Will Not Answer.
Scute Is A Brown Furred Anthropomorphic Armadillo. He Has Purple Eyes, A Black Pointy Nose, A Tan Muzzle, Tan Arms, And Triangular Ears With Tan Canals. He Also Has A Patch Of Tan Fur On His Belly. He Has Brown Fluffy Hair On The Back Of His Head, Most Of It Curving Downwards. When His Hair Grows Out, A Patch Of It Can Be See Attached To His Forehead.
For Attire, Scute Wears White Gloves With Black Fingertips And With Pointy Spiked Knuckles Made Out Of Metal Attached To Them. For Shoes, He Wears Tall Black Boots That Have A White Stripe Going Up The Middle.
PERSONALITY:
Scute Is A Reserved And Level-Headed Mobian Who Rarely Wears His Emotions On His Sleeve. His Naturally Stern Expression Often Gives Others The Impression That He's Unfriendly Or Easily Irritated, But In Reality, He's Simply Quiet And Prefers To Keep To Himself. He Isn't One For Unnecessary Conversation And Would Rather Listen Than Speak, Choosing His Words Carefully When He Does Have Something To Say.
Working As A Bartender Has Made Him Surprisingly Patient And Observant. He's Developed A Knack For Reading People, Often Noticing When Someone Needs Advice Or Simply A Listening Ear Before They Even Ask. While He Won't Pry Into Anyone's Personal Life, He's Willing To Lend A Hand—Or A Drink—To Those Who Genuinely Need It.
Despite His Calm Demeanor, Scute Possesses A Stubborn Streak. Once He's Made Up His Mind, Convincing Him Otherwise Can Be Nearly Impossible. He Values Independence And Dislikes Relying On Others, Often Taking On Burdens By Himself Rather Than Asking For Help. This Habit Can Leave Him Emotionally Drained, Even If He'd Never Admit It. Those Fortunate Enough To Earn Scute's Trust Discover Someone Fiercely Loyal And Dependable. Betrayal Is Something He Struggles To Forgive, And Once Someone Loses His Trust, Rebuilding It Is A Slow Process.
Despite Usually Keeping His Emotions Tightly Under Control, There's One Exception: Shadow The Hedgehog. Scute Has Developed A Quiet But Genuine Crush On Him, Admiring His Strength, Determination, And Unwavering Resolve. He'd Never Openly Admit These Feelings, Often Becoming Noticeably Flustered Or Awkward Whenever Shadow Is Around. While He Tries To Maintain His Usual Stoic Demeanor, Those Who Know Him Well Can Easily Tell Something Is Different Whenever The Ultimate Life Form Enters The Room. Rather Than Making Grand Romantic Gestures, Scute Expresses His Feelings Through Small Acts Of Kindness And Support, Hoping His Actions Speak Louder Than Words.
At His Core, Scute Is A Dependable, Grounded Individual Who Values Honesty, Loyalty, And Peace. Though He Isn't The Most Expressive Or Outgoing Person, His Quiet Reliability Makes Him Someone Others Can Always Count On When It Matters Most—Even If He'd Rather Deny Having A Soft Side.
Jabber's Broken Arm Lay Limp As He Was Thrown Into The Ground By His Opponent, A Crater Forming Underneath Due To The Power Of The Blow. He Didn't Yelp, Nor Did He Shriek, Jabber Just Allowed Himself To Be Tossed Around In Stunned Silence. Never In A Million Years Did He Think That Fu Orostor's Vital Instrument Would Be Its Own Seperate Being, An Aggresive And Rude Chatacter That Overpowered Jabber With Ease.
Jabber Spat Out A Thick Gob Of Blood, His Vision Blurring As He Lay There. How Could Such A Cowardly Guy Hold So Much Power? It Was Exhilarating, Yet Also A Bit Humbling. Jabber Loved To Fight, But He Preferred Being The One Who Tore Everything Apart. Now, He Was Just A Piece Of Rubbish In The Middle Of A Hole. His Right Arm Was Twisted At An Odd Angle, The Entire Limb Being A Floppy, Useless Weight That Throbbed In Sync With His Racing Heart. Jabber’s Own Vital Instrument, Mankira, Was Useless In That Arm Now.
The Creature, Hii, Loomed Over Him With A Look Of Pure Disdain. He Didn't Just Want To Win; He Wanted To Humiliate. Hii’s voice Was A Raspy, Grating Sound That Scraped Against Jabber’s Nerves. "Is This It? I Thought You Were Supposed To Be A Menace," Hii Sneered, His Eyes Narrowing As He Prepared For Another Strike. The Air Around Him Vibrated With An Oppressive Weight, Making It Hard For Jabber To Even Draw A Full Breath. The Power Gap Wasn't Just Large—It Was A Chasm. Jabber’s Purple Eyes Widened Slightly, Not In Fear, But In A Sudden, Twisted Kind Of Fascination. When The Blow Struck Him, He Barely Even Felt It.
Hii’s Foot Smashed Into Jabber’s Ribs, Sending A Sharp, Jagged Bolt Of Pain Through His Torso. He Was Rolled Across The Dirt Like A Ragdoll, The Gritty Soil Scouring His Tan Skin. He Could Hear The Sound Of His Own Breath Wheezing Out In Ragged Gasps. Every Movement Felt Like Shards Of Glass Were Moving Through His Veins. Across The Clearing, Hii Stood Perfectly Still, His Expression Blank And Detached. He Looked Less Like A Fighter And More Like A Spectator At His Own Execution. Jabber Felt His Vision Blurring Once More. Was He Going To Pass Out?
He Didn't Want To Pass Out. He Let Out A Wet, Gurgling Laugh That Turned Into A Cough, Spraying More Crimson Across The Grey Dust. The Sensation Of Total Helplessness Was A Rare Flavor For Him, And He Found That He Liked The Taste. He Forced His Body To Shift, Using His Only Working Arm To Prop Himself Up. The Effort Made His Muscles Scream, But The Adrenaline Was Starting To Override The Shock. He Looked Up At Hii, A Wide, Manic Grin Splitting His Blood-Smeared Face. "Who Would Have Thought That You Got 'This' Locked Away Inside Of You Fu."
Hii Didn't Respond With Words. He Simply Shifted His Weight, The Ground Beneath His Feet Cracking From The Mere Adjustment Of His Stance. He Moved With A Sudden, Explosive Velocity, Closing The Gap In A Blur Of Motion That Jabber’s Blurred Vision Could Barely Track. A Massive Fist Smashed Downward, Aiming To Flatten Jabber Into The Soil Permanently. Jabber Didn't Try To Block; He Twisted His Torso To The Side, The Shockwave Of The Impact Tearing Through The Ground Beside Him And Sending A Geyser Of Debris Into The Air.
As The Dust Swirled, Jabber Felt A Strange Snap In The Back Of His Mind. The Manic Energy That Usually Drove Him Didn't Vanish; It Crystallized. He Stopped Fighting The Pain And Instead Leaned Into It, Letting The Agony Of His Shattered Arm Act As A Focal Point. He Lunged Forward, Not With A Calculated Strike, But With A Desperate, Animalistic Snap Of His Teeth, Narrowly Missing Hii’s Forearm. The Sheer Unpredictability Of The Movement Caused Hii To Recoil A Fraction Of An Inch, A Flicker Of Genuine Surprise Crossing His Face.
Hii Didn't Let The Opening Last. He Stepped Into Jabber’s Guard, His Movement So Fluid It Looked Like A Glitch In Reality. He Didn't Use A Fist This Time. Instead, Hii Drove The Heel Of His Palm Upward, Slamming It Directly Into The Underside Of Jabber's Chin With The Force Of A Falling Anvil. The Impact Didn't Just Lift Jabber Off The Ground; It Snapped His Head Back With A Sickening Crack That Echoed Through The Clearing. For A Split Second, Jabber Saw The Sky Turn A Vivid, Neon White, And Then The World Simply Ceased To Exist.
(JABBERS CONSCIOUSNESS)
Jabber Woke Up And Found Himself Laying In A Vast Sea Of Red. He Wasn't Sinking Nor Floating, But The Liquid Was Thick, Warm, And Smelled Faintly Of Rust. There Was No Sound Here–No Bird Song, No Breeze, Nothing. It Was The Kind Of Silence That Didn't Just Exist; It Pressed Against His Eardrums Like A Heavy Weight, Muffling The Very Idea Of Noise. He Tried To Move His Arm, But He Had No Arm. He Had No Body, Really. He Was Just A Point Of Consciousness Drifting In A Crimson Void, A Single Spark Of Awareness In An Ocean Of Blood.
Then The Water Shook, Causing Ripples To Spiral Outward From An Unseen Center. A Sound Finally Broke The Silence—Not A Voice, But A Rhythmic, Wet Thumping, Like A Giant Heart Beating Somewhere Deep Beneath The Rwd Tide. But It Wasn’t Below Nor Above. It Was In Front Of Jabber, Its Gargantuan Body Looming Like That Of Monster. 16 Eyes Yellow Eyes Peered Down At The Raider's Limp Form, Each Pupil Narrowed Like A Cat's And Filled With A Hunger That Made Jabber's Non-Existent Skin Crawl. The Dread-Head Smiled Maniacally. "Zaigorg...Its Been A Minute Hasn't It?"
The Creature Didn't Answer With Words, But With A Low, Vibrating Growl That Shook The Very Foundation Of This Blood-Soaked Realm. It Lunged, Its Massive Jaw Snapping Shut Inches From Jabber's Consciousness, The Force Of The Movement Sending A Tidal Wave Of Crimson Crashing Over Him. Jabber Didn't Panic; Instead, He Felt A Surge Of Familiar, Violent Ecstasy. He Had Always Been A Dog Of War, A Scavenger Of Conflict, And Being Hunted By A God Of Destruction Was The Highest Honor He Could Imagine. He Tried To Laugh, But The Sound Emerged As A Distorted Screech That Echoed Across The Void.
"Please Zaigorg..." Jabber Hummed Weakly, His Voice Hoarse. "Lend Me Your Strength. Heal Me."
The Creature Didn't Offer A Hand Or A Word. Instead, It Shrieked—A Sound That Tore Through The Crimson Silence Like A Serrated Blade. From The Monster's Gaping Maw, Thick Strands Of Iridescent Red Energy Erupted. They Didn't Move Like Projectiles; They Lashed Out Like Living Nerves, Whipping Through The Void With Predatory Precision. One By One, The Filaments Slammed Into Jabber’s Consciousness, Sewing Themselves Into His Fragmented Awareness. They Didn't Just Touch Him; They Hooked Into Him, Pulling Tight And Encasing His Form In A Suffocating, Glowing Cocoon Of Raw Power.
Jabber Could Feel The Kaiju's Chakra Flowing Through The Very Marrow In His Bones. The Iridescent Red Filaments Didn't Just Wrap Around Him; They Burrowed. They Bored Through His Skin And Sank Deep Into His Muscle Fibers, Stitching Together Torn Ligaments And Fusing Shattered Bone With A Violent, Searing Heat. It Felt Less Like Healing And More Like Being Rebuilt By A Blind Sculptor Who Only Knew How To Use A Hammer. Each Strand Pulsed With A Rhythmic, Predatory Hunger, Overriding His Nervous System And Replacing His Shock With A Cold, Focused Aggression.
(BACK TO THE PRESENT)
Hii Had Been Standing There, Watching Jabber’s So-Called Lifeless Body, When The Air Suddenly Curdled. From The Ground, From Nowhere In Particular, Thin Needles Of Iridescent Red Light Erupted, Stitching Themselves Into The Air Like Frantic Looms. These Weren't Just Sparks; They Were Visceral, Ghostly Filaments That Whipped Outward And Then Snapped Back, Weaving A Dense, Pulsating Cocoon Of Crimson Energy Around The Fallen Raider. The Light Was Blinding, A Violent Hue That Seemed To Eat The Surrounding Shadows And Hum With A Low-frequency Vibration That Rattled The Debris On The Ground.
The Most Disturbing Part Was The Sound. As The Energy Sunk Into Jabber’s Flesh, There Was No Soft Glow Of Recovery—only The Wet, Rhythmic Thud Of Bone Forcing Its Way Back Into Alignment. Hii Watched With A Narrowed Gaze As Jabber’s Right Arm, Which Had Been A Floppy Ruin Of Flesh And Angle, Began To Twitch Violently. The Bone Snapped Back Into Place With A Sound Like A Dry Branch Breaking, The Skin Knitting Together In A Blur Of Red Heat. The Limb Didn't Just Heal; It Looked As Though It Was Being Forged Anew, The Muscle Fibers Rippening And Tightening Under The Skin With Unnatural Speed.
Jabber's Eyes Snapped Open, Revealing A Pupiless Yellow Instead Of Purple. Hii Didn't Move, But His Shoulders Tensed, His Instincts Screaming That The Atmosphere Had Shifted From A Slaughterhouse To A Hunting Ground. He Watched With Cold Curiosity As The Iridescent Filaments Didn't Simply Vanish Once The Arm Was Set; Instead, They Sunk Beneath The Skin, Creating Pulsing, Vein-Like Ridges That Glowed With A Feverish Intensity. The Flesh Around The Former Fracture Didn't Just Close—It Overcompensated, The Muscle Density Increasing Until The Arm Looked Hardened, Like Polished Obsidian Wrapped In Raw Nerve.
"Thasss It Zaigorg," Jabber Growled Out, His Tone Sounding Deeper Now, Almost Demonic. "Lend Me Your Strength. Heal Me. Give Me The Powers Of Your Almighty Gorge-Regjis!" He Screamed. He Looked At His Right Arm, His Eyes Wide With A Twisted Kind Of Awe. The Skin Didn't Just Settle; It Rippled, Like Something Was Trying To Crawl Out From Underneath The Surface. The Iridescent Filaments Hadn't Just Repaired The Damage; They Had Rewired Him, Turning His Limb Into A Living Conduit Of The Kaiju's Pure, Unfiltered Rage. The Energy Then Loomed Towards Mankira, Changing The Long Metal Blades Into Hardened Flesh With Spikey Protrusions Jutting Out From Every Angle.
Hii Remained Motionless, But His Pupils Dilated. He Could Smell It Now—A Heavy, Metallic Scent That Overpowered The Dust And Blood. It Was The Scent Of A Predator That Had Finally Found Its Match. The Air Around Jabber Was No Longer Just Vibrating; It Was Warping, Creating Small, Distorted Heat Haze That Made The Raider's Silhouette Blur. Hii Had Seen Many Fighters Push Through Pain, But This Wasn't Resilience. This Was An Invasive Metamorphosis. The Very Ground Beneath Jabber's Feet Began To Sink, Not From A Blow, But From The Sheer Weight Of The Pressure He Was Now Exuding.
Jabber Threw His Head Back, His Chest Expanding Until The Fabric Of His Clothes Strained At The Seams. A Sound Tore From His Throat, Starting As A Low, guttural Vibration That Rumbled Through The Earth, Before Escalating Into A Deafening Roar. It Was A Primal, Ear-Splitting Shriek That Should Have Been Pure Aggression, But As It Peaked, It Warped Into Something More Sinister. The Roar Folded In On Itself, Breaking Apart Into A Series Of Jagged, Rhythmic Heaves That Sounded Suspiciously Like A Growled Laugh. It Was The Sound Of Someone Who Had Just Found The Punchline To A Very Violent Joke.
"Let Me Show You The Monster That I Got Tucked Away You Two-Faced Coward!"
Jabber who loves putting his fingers in Zanka’s mouth and Zanka who only enjoys it because it’s the only way Jabber will let him be intimate with Mankira
If You Recieve A Message From This Person Then Do Not Reply. Their Art Is Not Drawn By Them, Its Drawn By AI.
Bonsqeackin Is Their User.
They Asked To Do An Art Trade And I Agreed, But The Description They Provided Was As If They Were Feeding Details Into CHATGPT. I Deleted Our Conversation So I No Longer Have It Unfortunately. I Didn't Realize Until I Recived My End Of The Trade.
I Am Genuinely Sad. Meishama Is So Important Too Me And I Was Very Hopeful. I Didn't Realize Until It Was Too Late. I Am Bummed Out BC I Did Fall For This And Now My Beloved Meishama Has Been Fed Into AI. Please Block Them And Focus On Those Who Genuinely Do And Can Draw.
LIKES: Working Alone, Shiny Junk, Bartering & Hustling, Street Food, Useful Gadgets, People Who Are Genuine, Comfy Resting Spots
DISLIKES: Rusted Junk, Working With Others, Arrogant People, Cages, People Touching His Stuff, Abuse Of Animals, Tamsey Caines
SOUL CRUSHERS: Being Caged And Trapped, Feeling Unnecessary, People Breaking His Treasures, Experimentation, Being Referred To As 'Vermin' Or 'Mutt'
Lunch Is An Independent And Elusive Individual Who Prefers Working Alone Rather Than Under The Authority Of Cleaner HQ. Known For His Sharp Wit And Unpredictable Nature, He Often Comes Across As Untrustworthy Due To His Habit Of Dodging Personal Questions, Speaking Sarcastically, And Keeping Others At Arm’s Length. Despite His Shifty Demeanor, Lunch Is Highly Intelligent And Observant, Often Staying Several Steps Ahead Of Both Allies And Enemies Alike.
Although He Can Be Arrogant And Overly Confident In His Own Abilities, Lunch’s Confidence Is Largely Backed By His Skill And Survival Instincts. He Dislikes Relying On Others And Tends To Handle Dangerous Situations Himself, Believing Attachment Only Leads To Betrayal Or Loss.
Beneath His Guarded Attitude, However, Lunch Possesses A Compassionate Side That He Rarely Shows Openly. While He Denies Caring About Others, He Frequently Helps People In Need, Especially Fellow Cleaners And Members Of Team Akuta, Often Under The Guise Of “Convenience” Or Self-interest. His Loyalty Is Subtle But Genuine, Revealing A Person With Far More Heart Than He Initially Lets On.
In Combat, Lunch Fights With A Cunning And Evasive Approach, Favoring Agility, Deception, And Quick Thinking Over Brute Force. His Playful Sarcasm Usually Remains Present During Battle, Though It Disappears Entirely Whenever He Becomes Truly Angry, Revealing A Colder And More Serious Side To His Personality.
I Know He's Not Conventional, My Biggest Apologies If That Offends Somehow, But I'm Not One For Making Human Characters And Instead Settled On Making A Fox-Boyo. I Hope Its Alright That I Posted Him And I Also Hope That At Least Some Of You Find Him Enjoyable! If You Have Any Questions About Him Then Feel Free To Ask!
Want Some Art Of Your Fursona? Then Commission Me! I'm Just Starting And The Prices Are Decent! Are You Interested? Then Please Read The Rules Before Continuing On. If You Have Any Question Then Feel Free To Ask, I’ll Do My Best To Answer!
