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Some recent pieces and all of it is seedstaria related except for the tiger kid there Captions have info

#catboy #kemonomimi #assasain #bat #original character #jelly art #seedstaria

I just handed over some props I did for a job for a large company and it had me reminiscing about the past... about 3.5 years ago I made my first armor build using expanding foam and worbla.... I joked then about 3d printing armor and the pipe dream of building full time...it's so weird to me sometimes that I am doing it. I feel very grateful <3 thank you to all if you who have been supporting me in this crazy journey!! Here's to 3.5 more years hahaha and then some!! Photo by ESFI #diablo2 #assasain #diablo3 #diablo #blizzard #blizzcon #vertvixen #blizzardentertainment #blizzcon2013

#diablo2 #assasain #blizzardentertainment #blizzcon2013 #blizzard #diablo #blizzcon #vertvixen #diablo3

A new ocI created. Her name is Lace Fler, half-brother to prince Delo Fler of the Ice kingdom, but she is not accepted in the kingdom for her half lava and ice hair. I might tell u more of her bio if u like.

#Lace Fler #lace #delo #Delo Fler #ice #lava #oc #assasain #masked

The Last Will and testament of Jack the dog.

Now that I’m getting towards the end of my life I thought there are some things I need to put in order.

I know what you’re thinking: no Jack, you can’t die, you are too awesome to be a mere mortal dog. How will the world be the same without your amazing good looks, intellect, character, spying and assassining self? How will we cope without you? Well obviously you won’t. You will struggle and the world will be a much darker place.

But alas everything- and everyone- dies. It’s the circle of life like in Mummy’s favourite movie “The Lion King.” (NB: mummy is a grown woman of 35ish- more ish than 35 but that’s beside the point- yet she *still* cries when Mufassa dies.) And I’m nothing if not practical. So thus I present my will.

The last will and testament of Jack Miles (King of the Miles family), born February 1st, 1999, dated this day, November 26th 2015.

I leave all my embarrassing stories and photos of Mummy to the Internet. The fact that Mummy thinks she’s on “Masterchef”, wondering out loud like in “sex and the city”, actually contemplates random things *1 like whether zombies could get Ebola, accidentally sexted a relative, and is queen of auto correct fails *2 -all these are things which *must* be told when I’m dead and gone and mummy can’t get revenge upon me. (I mean this is the woman who actually checked that I would fit in the grave her father dug for me before they went overseas in case of emergency! She lowered me into the grave and declared it fits as long as I don’t die lying on my side!!!!!)

There’s also her first novel: a story about a tiger that got flattened by the wind but she wanted to keep even though it was dead and put in the sandpit. Yeah, there’s your first sign that mummy was never quite normal…

The photos, however, will be the best part. 35 years of embarrassment. 😂 My personal favourites are the 80’s hairdo (a cross between a mullet and a mop), the 90’s bridesmaid dress, the naked but covered in chocolate as a kid, and the Indian in her jazz ballet concert but you, dear Internet, may find many more gems. I wish for these stories and photos to be released worldwide. Everywhere. Anywhere.

I leave mummy’s iPad to my friend Iris. I feel like she would make the best use of it and given that her mummy is a little bit like mine- though nowhere near as bad thank god for little Iris- she could no doubt have some tails from the dog to tell in the ongoing war between pesky pain in the butt annoying humans and awesome world famous dogs like her and I. But Iris *please* don’t destroy the iPad. It’s to be used for evil not for chewing. If you wish to chew things I can ship you up some of mummy’s favourite clothes, shoes, bags and books?

My toys I leave to the animal aid. The truth of the matter is I have a big basket full of toys and in the 5 years since Tara died I’ve not played with many. Apart from my cat (which I instruct will be buried with me), Fang, my Thailand balls, some tennis balls and a big push ball they remain untouched. I think that the doggies who are locked up in the pound could do with some entertainment.

My treats I leave to my arch-enemies: the cockies, magpies and assorted birds who have taunted me for pretty much my entire life. Don’t go thinking oh jacks getting soft and sentimental in his old age because that’s laughable. No I’ve slobbered all over them and maybe they’ve been rolled in a litre surprise that comes out of my body.

My weapons of mass destruction (my farts and my breath) I leave to whomever will fight those pesky terrorists like ISIS thus carrying on my mission to rid the world of evil… Ok, ok, I must confess: I don’t like the terrorists because they’ve stolen my plan of world domination and this categorically *cannot* be allowed!

My diaries from my life as a super-spy and super-assassin I leave to Steven Spielberg with the instruction he make it into a movie. I would like George Clooney to play me: he’s still rather handsome despite his greying hair. There’s no doubt whatsoever the movie “Tails from the dog” would become the highest grossing movie in the history of Hollywood, Bollywood, and any other wood. Come Oscars night it would scoop the pool and win every award. Hell it’d even win for best animation despite their being no animation whatsoever in it. Maybe you could give Leonardo a role in it so he would *finally* get his much deserved Oscar? Also there would be a sex scene with a harem of the hottest chickie babes in Tinseltown. We are talking Scarlett, Angelina, Jennifer, Cameron, Drew, etc etc.

Finally what do I leave mummy? Nothing physical. Simply the knowledge that she had the honour of being furmama to the awesome Jack. The model, super spy, ninja, assassin, doggy SAS heartthrob.

Until next time,

Woofs and licks,

Jack the dog.

*1 see upcoming blog post about the random things mummy thinks, *2 see upcoming blog post about mummy’s auto correct fails.

Here is my warm up from this morning. She's and undead archer. An assassin for hire in the foulest of bazaars...

#undead #d&d #dungeons & dragons #assasain #archer