#beeizl

[mental-midgets-blog]

I doodled the thing. Click on the pictures for captions.

[mental-midgets-blog]

so my asura i have: "I'm a college dropout who's dating some crazy chick raised by lizards" "I'm too smart for my own good and I like to go beyond even Inquest levels of nasty experimenting" and finally "I left Rata Sum for the first time in 16 and then Lion's Arch fucking exploded and now I'm a stoner trying to get away from reality. Also my ear flips the fuck out when I'm anxious." amazing

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ps my characters are fucking nerds

"Come one, come all!" A hearty voice shouted into the sombre air of Lion's Arch. A charr whose pelt appeared to be made of the finest ivory stood in the center of the run-down city, his great arms outstretched to either side. A crooked, toothy grin remained plastered upon his fuzzy face and only stretched further when a tiny, brown figure stood proudly on his left shoulder like some kind of parakeet. The small, impish critter rested his elbow on the horn of the great beast and crossed one leg over the other, a smile a mile wide etched onto his features. The smaller, bat-eared critter gave a heartfelt laugh and quickly pulled himself up and onto his companion's head.

"Surely you're all here for the show you've all been waiting for, yes!?" He shouted, his voice high-pitched and squeaky. It contrasted greatly against the low-toned, ragged growl of his friend. His smile wavered slightly in the middle of the silence that followed his joyous shout. Only the general murmur of citizens could be heard. "... Come on, now! You guys know us, don't you all?!" The asura continued, desperate to keep an up-beat tone in his voice. He hopped to his friend's other shoulder, his own tiny arms outstretched to mimick his feline friend. "Beeizl and Tauren-- Masters of-- uh--" He quickly gave his charr companion a bat on the nose.

"D'oh! Uh--" Tauren tripped over his tongue, his mind snapped back into reality. "Masters of ... Of Ventriloquy!" He announced proudly, his voice taking on a booming roar. Tauren's sharp-toothed smile never ceased to fade, even when he was rewarded with a hiss of 'excuse me!?' from his tinier friend. "Go with it, Beez." The charr insisted, speaking through the side of his mouth. Without much of a warning, a large clawed paw swiped his brown friend off of his shoulder and held him up in the air. "Behold!" Tauren began, cradling the rump of the asura in his palm.

Beeizl pouted and crossed his arms at first, but quickly snapped into character when a few straying eyes fell upon him and his friend. His face snapped into a stereotypical puppet's expression, with his jaw slack and his eyes going lifeless and staring forward. In a high-pitched, girly sounding voice-- Tauren began to speak out of the side of his mouth. He pinched and poked at the asura's lower back and torso as if to command him to move his lips with his words. Beez did just that, and awkwardly opened and closed his mouth like a nutcracker.

"Hello there, everybody!" Tauren-- er-- Beez squeaked out. "How are you doing todayyyyyy?" He continued, a cold sweat gathering beneath his fur.