I guess it’d probably make sense if I include this as the dragon that I was cussing out in the last picture I put up. x3 This is Apex, and he’s a Zenith Dragon.
This little draglet of death won’t leave me alooone. If he isn’t being a little trollface, he’s up there laughing at me >:/ I love Apex. It’s a love/hate relationship. Bratty Dragon. He’s cute and feathery and scaleh, and he’s huge. As Pam would say, he’s Wingy. Apparently, that IS a word!
Apex is related, I guess to ampitheres, but he has front claws, and Ampitheres don’t have any legs. His back legs turned into wings, too, but they’re not full size wings. I guess they’re winglets.
“Damn it Apex!” Zodiac stood up and roared at the sky. “You little bastard, I swear - ” Zodiac was cut short by a huge blue streak that struck Apex out of the sky. She heard Apex scream and beg for mercy, and an evil grin crept across her face.
Zodiac smiled and decided her drawing addiction wasn’t so bad after all.
While we are on the subject of metally stuff, Heavy Metal TOAST and Rock ‘N Roll French Fries.
Pickles ordered the fries a looong time ago but never got them.
I don’t care what your gender is, I’m calling you dude.
You’re a dude, he’s a dude, she’s a dude, your mom’s a dude.
I’d like to think of “dude” as a very gender-neutral pronoun. At least, that’s what “dude” has turned into.
I call everyone “man” and “dude.” Sometimes even accidentally when it’s an authority figure, which could be a problem in the future.
When I was drawing Slate, I had to decide what would make me go nuts the most if I saw a guy wearing, and this is what I came up with.
I am pretty sure I was born about 30 years too late.
caught-somewhere-in-time liked your photo: Zodiac took a few small steps toward the man. She…
:3 This person makes me happy.
Zodiac took a few small steps toward the man. She realized that there was no way he’d be able to defend himself if she were a werewolf and ate and killed people for fun. She hung her head tucked her tail between her legs. “You can’t.. be..a..” Zodiac looked the man in the eyes. He knew. “Are you real?” He asked, in a hushed tone, as if she was going to disappear into a cloud of dust at any moment. “Are you?”
