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zeeke from total drama doodle ig since drawing td characters is the only thing that motivates me to draw humans
i was gonna give him a kazoo but i got lazy
also i love ezekiel and idk why he had to become a mutant D: L writing yo!!!!!1!!!1!! (yeah yet another new brush, i lied again :9)
TEE HEE HEE~!
Yknow Zeeke getting high w harold on the daily
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Wild Rose didn't like parties. They were loud. They were uncomfortable. She didn't drink. Firbolgs typically were taller than most other creatures. So, she felt like she stoke out like a sore thumb. No. She didn't like parties at all.
The one good thing about parties was that it gave her time alone to work. No one ever bothered Wild Rose while Lord Highgrove hosted an event downstairs.
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[The serum tasted sour. Her throat burned from the stomach acid she had just heaved onto her work table. With a tired shove, Wild Rose collapsed into her chair. Tantibus chuckled. Wild Rose could feel it swimming in her stomach. She threatened to heave once again.
However, Wild Rose's ear tilted. Her lap door opened. The hollow echos of heels clicked across the stone floor. A pair of arms draped around her middle; pinning her between her chair and his chest.
Wild Rose had to force herself from squirming as Zeeke buried his face in her hair. He reeked of alcohol. Not surprising in the least. The man always drank too much at his own galas. Tantibus hushed it's laugher.
"Lord Highgrove," Rose's words were stiff, "sir."
"How is our little project coming along, my dear?" He hummed softly.
Rose hiccuped. Gods, he smelt revolting. The potion did too. Clearly, Zeek didn't care. He didn't seemed to be bothered that a thick black goo dripped from Wild Rose's chin. Or that her breath smelt of vomit. Or that her workbench was filthy.
"Progress is slow." She forced herself to say.
"Then pick up the pace."
"I-"
Suddenly Zeeke's hold in her tighten. Wild Rose's chair squeaked back as he pulled her in closer. Much like a snake swallowing it's pray whole.
"Don't test me, witch. I know where you came from and I can throw you back there in a heartbeat."
Wild Rose could feel Tantibus stirring once again. Swimming in tight circles in her gut. An animal in a cage. Rose stiffened. Claws dug into the edge of the table. Wild Rose was afriad. However, Zeeke took it as a threat.
"You don't scare me..." Zeeke whispered into her ear.
A fanart for @fox-su
Happy Thanksgiving
My half of the art trade with @fox-su
Our Ocs trick or treating with an outfit swap
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