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tux . 16 . they/them || i am an anthro/furry artist with some other interests

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THUNDERSPLITTER

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head canon for Axel likes to give Lucas rocks randomly because he thinks he likes them

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hopefully the quality isn’t bad but i made a silly little ref for my anthro dragon character for my book i’m writing ^^

Xiulan was stolen as a dragonet/toddler while the Wruvaria kingdom and the Elven kingdom were at war, he was taken from his home and was raised by elves which makes him act very different than usual dragonfolk. he’s quite the self-assured type and would bite you if given the chance

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doodles of mine and a friend’s wings of fire ocs, Parrot and Maar with their new son Fireburst

yes this is a dababy joke

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🥺💣 h

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my werewolf oc Nevada but he’s spitting bars

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this is Thatcher and he’s always tryna be a big scary demon bitch </3

i hope it’s okay for me to post other ocs than OFF art!! i know i dont post too often but i might start using tumblr more ^^

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it is such a funny coincidence that this post suddenly gained traction, especially around the time when i wanted to redraw it. anyway here he is, i think improved a lil bit 

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revoke my right of being an artist

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sad, since my instagram account of 4 years and nearly 1,000 followers was recently terminated for no reason at all. i’ve never been sent an email regarding why either.

i’m starting fresh on a new account and it’s the same name as here! there’s not a lot to show yet.

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hihi

i’ve come back with some more OFF art ^^ this time with a little chibi badbatter

i managed to get into Zone 3 but i probably won’t be able to continue after finals are over, wish me luck kjnfksjf

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Faves minus Japhet

p.S i hc Dedan needing double monocles readers to see tiny Elsen writing

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And one more to express my anger

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OFF in 2020? it’s more likely than you think.

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Ominous lighting illuminated the space, a rugged dining table occupied in the center of it all. On one side, Axel sat on the wooden chair with maybe one or two pillows beneath him, and across from him sat the prowling of another wolf, Lucas, who’s cold, blank stare was fixated on the small pup. Axel was extremely uncomfortable, as he knew if Lucas was zoning out on something, or someone, it was either he was just thinking or he was plotting something unexpected. He tended to do that a lot, just stare at nothing. Silent and still. Axel usually just pretended that his eyes were looking at something else since he pretty much didn’t have them at all. They were nothing but just pure white emptiness that’s seen something far worse than anyone’s imagined and only grew brighter at any sudden movements Axel would make. Lucas was very peculiar, especially with his torn up clothing now after he’d return from a short ‘outing’.

“Food’s ready,” Denial called, easing the stone trapped in Axel’s stomach as she would set a plate of steak and peas in front of Lucas. He looked down at it in a bit of disgust, then Denial set Axel’s plate in front of him while smiling. Finally, she set her own and hesitated to sit as she noticed Lucas sat and gawked.

“I’m not hungry.” he bellowed, his voice slightly more raised than normal, as it echoed in the barren room.

“EAT,” Denial snapped back suddenly, and Axel blinked at her bitter response to him. How can anyone be so willing to speak to someone as scary as Lucas? The wolf shot a look at her, as his angered stare tried to penetrate through her thick skull as a warning for: “Watch out, I bite.” 

Instead of his usual insult to her, he responded in a reluctant tone, “I-I’m not--”

“You said that the last three nights. I haven’t seen you eat a single thing ever since I saved your ass from those Malats,” Denial’s forked tongue slightly snaked out of her mouth as she spoke. “Quit starving yourself darling, it’s unhealthy. And I also put a lot of effort into those steaks.” Lucas grumbled as his muzzle scrunched up.

“Who are you to judge, kirvin? You don’t tell me what to do.” He said as he kept his hostile gaze at her with his clean white teeth showing. His raspy voice made him sound like he was sick with the flu. Axel turned to Denial, then to Lucas, then back again. Denial snorted.

“If you’re so big into ‘royalty’,” she said while doing air-quotes, “then you should know it’s treachery to reject a lady’s meal offered to you,” she mentioned, grinning, and picking up a steak knife and a fork as she stabbed into her food to cut it into chewable pieces. Lucas’ eyes widened as his stripes of luminescent fur would start gleaming even brighter. His face was flustered, then he jerked his head to look across at Axel. The boy was quick to look down at his plate, but he realized that Lucas wasn’t looking at him, but his head was only turned slightly to the side, looking behind Axel to the wall eroding away from decay and vegetation from the spreading Noxious Forest. He was silent, again zoning out into his own mysterious thoughts. 

“Fine,” he finally said after moments passed of him not saying a word, “It looks good, anyway.” He would pick up his knife and began cutting it the way Denial was. Axel observed as he did so, looking at his old cuts and scars on his palms and wrists and all the way to his elbows. Lucas never described what it was like in any battles against rebellious kingdoms or rivals. Only the parts where he would witness enemies being slaughtered since Eklons were so ‘powerful’ and ‘implacable’ as he so-called them. Mostly himself, anyway. Did he get those scars from any of the people he fought? Or were they just something he was born with? From the corner of his eye, he would see Denial looking at him, and she did a gesture that was more or less of a “this man is crazy” swirl thing while smiling. Axel did an awkward smile back to her as he didn’t want Lucas to see him agreeing with her. Lucas truly was an enigma Axel couldn’t understand, and also someone Denial liked to tease.

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TH game: your oc is sitting next to the one above

Having a heated paper cup of coffee in his right hand, Slinky lifted it up to his mouth to take a tired sip, while having his ears bound against his head facing behind him. Usually, he would get a full nights rest, but something had been keeping him up very late. He wasn't even sure what it was himself. He would glance over to the sight of bright orange wavy hair that would shimmer and glow in the morning sunlight, she seemed to had been carrying a sketchbook or some kind of book.

Slinky liked books, especially the historical ones, or just random ones with fictional stories. He kept a lot of his medical books in there with him in his office in case he needed to brush up on some notes. Dustin's son, Axel, really enjoyed the ones about outer space. He didn't fully understand why he was so fascinated about them. Maybe it was the planets? The stars? Or the never-ending void of blackness that was rather terrifying to imagine the more you'd think about it? Axel always had extraordinary knowledge about Jupiter and its 300-year-old storm, or Pluto, the ninth and smallest planet to ever be documented.* Every time Axel and his father would visit for check-ups, the little boy would always have his purple starry blanket to help him be positive whenever he would be nervous.

He had a warm smile on his face before it quickly disappeared while the woman next to him presented with a drawing of a sun. He blinked, admiring it and her little scribbles. He glanced at her face respectively then back at the sheet of paper. "It looks nice," he said warmly, but not truly sure how to respond as it was rather sudden. He wasn't really expecting to interact with someone random he was sitting next to, but it was fairly nice to be noticed in this world.

"My friend's son really adores everything about space. He would love your sun drawing," he said, thinking back to Axel and his little space doodles in his office waiting room. He took another sip at his morning coffee before falling silent to his thoughts.

* (Slinky, Dustin, and Axel’s  timeline is before Pluto was considered not a planet. Their story takes place a few years after it was discovered in the 1930s!)

Slinky belongs to me: https://toyhou.se/5671583.slinky-dion-carver

Axel belongs to me: https://toyhou.se/5673347.axel-romero

Dustin belongs to me (isnt on TH yet!)

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Rasseler’s cupid encounter

Rasseler looked beyond at the small pink ferret, his bright glowing eyes and toothy grin making him seem more of a ruthless demon than he is. He stood at a whopping 6 feet or more, and his heavy armored claws clinked and dangled as his long cheek fur would sway in the sour breeze. The little cupid turned and looked up at him, with whatever was in his hands, Rass' scorpion tail flinched as he was confused with the little man's attire and the bright pinks of his clothes and hair, and his golden bow that was about half the size of the boy's body. Rass clenched his fist, then suddenly reached to violently grab Amore's left arm, raising him up about 4 feet above the ground. The lights on Rass' shoes flickered as his smile still lingered with his pitch-black teeth which protruded from his mouth. The cupid panicked and tried to pry the dog's metal claws from around his arm, and Rasseler only snickered.

"Zee fuck kind of Halloveen costume is you vearing, boy? Zist ain't no party, isn't it?" he seemed very intrigued and shook the boy side to side like a plastic bag with a goldfish inside. Some of the boy's arrows fell out of its quiver, the hard metal spears would clash on the concrete making loud tinkering sounds. Amore's face looked terrified, especially as he hasn't seen anything like what Rasseler was before, and he was quite muscular, too. His arm throbbed as the dog's tightening grip only got tighter, and his metal makeshift claws didn't help as they would only pierce into his flesh. Why were they so damn sharp? It didn't help with Amore's terror as he had just noticed Rass' toxic scorpion tail.

"Vhat do ve have here..?" Rasseler's voice deepened as he would slide out one of Amore's cupid arrows. He held it out in front of him, still holding Amore up in the air. He took the arrow and sniffed it, then bit down on the golden part of it, his teeth clanking as he would try to chew on it. Amore gasped, then out of spite he swung and bent his legs, kicking out and crushing his heeled boots onto Rasseler's muzzle. Rasseler roared, dropping the boy and nearly falling backward. He grasped his snout as inky black blood would drizzle from his nose. Amore had already gotten up, readied his bow, and aimed it at the demon dog. Rass looked beyond at Amore, a bit stunned but now also furious. He had a low growl, then straightened himself as he would pop his neck and shoulders.

"You vanna go, huh?" he bellowed, "I vasn't looking for a fight," He lashed his teeth at the Amore, squinting his eyes from his bright pink costume. "Your outfit is hideous." He made one last comment before Amore shot an arrow, which Rasseler quickly ducked under. The dog barked and pounced as his metal claws would scrape on the pavement. Amore quickly jumped up as his wings would catch his weight. Rass skidded to a halt and turned to look as the cupid would ready another arrow. Rass opened his mouth as the red markings on his body began to glow enchantment like patterns. Some sort of fire or light would rise from his mouth as he shot a fire ball at Amore. He barely dodged, his hair briefly caught in the fire. Amore hollered and smacked his head as to try to put the fire out.

Rasselser howled and he began to run towards him, his heavy footsteps pounding as he leaped upward and snatched his ankle. His weight pulled Amore down greatly, but his wings were strong enough to keep them both in mid-air.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Rass shouted as Amore would repeatedly smack his face with his hard golden bow. Rass caught it with his hand, then would try to climb up onto Amore's coat. His metal claws even ripped a few holes in it before his weight finally got his feet to reach the ground. Now even more aggravated, Rass grabbed a hold of Amore's shirt collar and glared at him in the eyes. His blood stained his chin fur as it still dripped down his nose, and his right eye was partly closed from Amore's bow. Amore tried pushing him away as his breath smelled of rotten flesh and charred wood when he looked above his head to the sight of a black and red barb.

Before doing anything, Rass just sighed, and dropped Amore like he was just a stone rock. "I'm not vasting my time vith a tiny human boy," even though he sort of did, that enchanted fireball took most of his energy out of him. Amore took one last swift load of his bow and it pierced through Rass' left shoulder, knocking him back suddenly. He screeched and winced, not really caring as he watched the boy run away as he fell to his knees. Rasseler growled, then smiled. He laughed as he would rip out the arrow from his shoulder and the stab wound would heal itself instantly. Little do people know that Rasseler can't feel pain from stab wounds. Though the hitting from that bow really caused some damage to his face, that was the least of his worries now.

Amore belongs to @/ducclord on Toyhouse : https://toyhou.se/7576776.amore

Rasseler belongs to me : https://toyhou.se/7136660.rasseler