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Every poll on this blog is about fictional characters only. This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and we’ll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds
#technically yes#technically salman did when he was 5#but to be fair#he was taken over by a curse and he had no control of it
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thanks EMC for the tag
Favourite Colour: Cool green
Last Song: "Killer in the Mirror" by Set it Off
Currently Reading: "Exploring Character Design" by Kevin Hedgpeth and Stephen Missal
Currently Watching: Apothecary Diaries
Currently Craving: Just eaten breaded pork chops
Tea or Coffee: Coffee
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Favourite colour: blue and purple
Last song: the challenge from EPIC
Currently reading: I just started Silverborn
Currently watching: rewatching Series of Unfortunate Events
Currently craving: nothing in particular rn, but I’m always craving iced tea
Tea or coffee: tea!
Npt: @somanyquestions-featuringanxiety @shelbeforgotten @sparkleylittlepoo @stars-and-leather @ravensncrowsx @permetutotheworld + anyone else who wants to
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doodle dragon
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"Liar. You're pitifully weak. Severely damaged. Everyone can see it, anyone can see it."
#whump art#reg art#oc shepherd#whumpblr#artists on tumblr#he's hiding his injuries and how his time as a prisoner changed him for the worse#his pride; antlers; his vulnerabilities; his dignity- they took it from him and left him a crying husk#he could not look at the mirror and stand seeing a man who looks so much like he a decade ago#he's still that scared child crawling away from that kelpie
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Cross "Shear" Thomassen
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i give up, im canonizing this "au" now. wolf's in sheep's clothing but it's a dragon in deer's clothing
he's not his father's son, totally not. he totally doesn't get angrier and more fearful when he transforms to his humanoid dragon form. no.
#oc shepherd#reg art#fun fact he gets no consequences from being a half-dragon#he just has extreme daddy issues and he's aware that he inherited his father's worst traits
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shirtless version: bioluminescent sea half-dragon and how he normally looks if he wasn't glowing
Half-dragon Shepherd, inheriting his father's anger whether he likes it or not
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Half-dragon Shepherd, inheriting his father's anger whether he likes it or not
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Cold, conditioned Whumpee who was passed around through Whumpers for a decade. They've seen it all and nothing phases them.
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Whumper who's new to the job, very excited, and has no idea what they're in for.
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i do write for attention, actually, because that's a normal reason to create art
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Studying and drawing wings will never not give me a headache, but it’s so addictive lol
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hidden injury is great, but a subversion that gives me so many whumperflies is when Whumpee is injured, it's a bad injury, and the team knows this. but they can't stop. they've got a mission to complete, they have to keep moving, they can't be spotted, et cetera. the brawn supports whumpee's weight, the medic is tracking their vitals with quick glances and questions, the leader is forging onward to get to safety as soon as possible. all while Whumpee doesn't hide the pain, but takes it with grim determination. they have to keep going. they have to. they will.
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Botanical [ 8 colors ]
Nature doesn't hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
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"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
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