#azgon

[the-thot-clown]

if pumpkin met another slasher would his first instinct be to fight them or make friends

it depends on what said slasher do or react to his friends (and husband) but he's always ready to punch someone's throat

[the-thot-clown]

Pumpkin has such a glorious mane, it must take him forever to get it so fluffy!

Yes, also he has a lot of hair products and even if is hard to make him angry he would rip someone's hand if he catch them using one of his expensive shampoos

(here's a mini comic about that, introducing Pumpkin's friends/roomates)

"Since there are many of us, I have three rules for you:

1. If you kill someone in the house, clean up later.

2. Do not leave corpses outside the freezer.

and 3...

WHOEVER TOUCHES MY HAIR PRODUCTS GOES TO THE STEW"

[the-thot-clown]

Your art is absolutely amazing! I love Pumpkin so much and he is perfect. Did you draw that picture of Azgon though? Because I think he's my favorite now right after Pumpkin now. Oof. They're both quite fine. You guys have some GREAT oc's.

yes! he was a joint design between all my friends, once we decided how it was going to look, I drew it and my friend Sacch painted it!

Also this is after that drawing of Pumpkin covered in blood

[the-thot-clown]

Who are the people around pumpkin? Your friends ocs? They look just as awesome as pumpkin.

Yes! All are my friends oc's.

Here they are:

Sugar (by Sacch)

Michi (by Zlue)

Siux (by Bisho)

and Azgon (by my friend Clau, she isn't an artist but she writes fanfics in spanish)

[bookhobbit]

30 days of drabbles: day 17

Look.

Azgon's first look at the city took her breath away. It was huge. She'd lived in a small-time mine all her life and never experienced the outside world, and here it was, staring her in the face. She felt a little agoraphobic with nothing above her but the open sky and a vast expanse of space in every direction. But she wasn't going to let that ruin her adventure. Her first adventure was getting most of her money stolen. Still, Azgon was not going to crawl back home. The look on her father's face would be unbearable. She'd survive here.

[bookhobbit]

30 days of drabbles: day 10

Silver.

"I'm tired of silver mining," said Azgon. "What?" said her father severely. "I said I'm tired of mining." "You don't mine," her father said. "You're not a miner. You support miners. You cook and clean." "It's miners I'm really tired of," Azgon said. "They have no soul. No heart. No poetry." "Poetry, poetry, that's all you care about. It's not a proper occupation for a dwarf, poetry." "Someone has to write the epics." "My daughter won't." "Father," said Azgon, summoning up all her teenaged tragedy. "It's my life." "I won't let you." "Then I'll run away to the city. Goodbye."