Rabbit Or Hare? I Dunno.

Here's a more recent art! I did it this Wednesday. Tried some new fur brushes. It's a Snowstalker from Subnautica Below Zero.

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An assortment of Dragon photos.

An art trade with: https://www.deviantart.com/azarri6

Here's her side of the trade: https://www.deviantart.com/azarri6/art/art-trade-watching-the-sunset-941064359

I love those pop-up cards.

Hello! I'm new to Tumblr, I am a minor who draws, writes, and such. I like video games like Terraria, Subnautica, Minecraft; I also have an AU for a Terraria mod called Calamity.

This is Cyanide, who is a Plaguebringer hybrid- who used to be on SCAR’S side. His mom is (I still need to make her lolololo) and his dad is Vx who is related to Scar. He might look all threatening with his long teeth and his tall stature, but he’s honestly a sweet guy. He’s an older teenager who hangs out with others of the same age in a rogue unit. He’s always enjoyed company, whether it’s talking about his interests or doing wellness checks on the people around him, he’s always felt like it was the right thing to do because you never know who’s suffering and how. Well, until they tell you. Now he’s been the one telling others how he feels instead of bottling it up and letting it ruin him. Other ways he’s come up with to keep bad things at bay is to run every morning. This often leads into hunts of capybara or any critter he stumbles upon, which he usually gives the recently killed meat to his newfound and close friends. Nothing like a breakfast in bed! On the topic of beds he loves weaving things for his friends- hammocks, pillows, and other essentials. You can say it’s a small hobby of his, or a demonstration of how much he cares about being generous, about giving back to people. He feels like he took so much from his family, but he felt that it was necessary to leave his old life behind and start a new one. You can sometimes see him ruminating on past actions, peering at his old uniform. The uniform his dad tailored just for him, that spiked pauldron his mom bought, the badge his uncle bestowed upon him. He could probably still use his comm badge. But then they’d find him and bring him back to a life he wishes to forgive himself for living. All those people. They died by his teeth, by his claws- sure they were ordered by the people he was closest to but it still wasn’t right. He should have stood up for what he believes. He wants to instill that strong sense of belief in others, like his friends. He wants to show them they can go beyond their instincts, beyond their programming. But at the same time; he’s still figuring out how to eat zombie meat rather than fresher kills. How can he lead them to a better future when he’s still struggling with the urge to kill? How can he lie to them like that? I mean, for a decent amount of time he was able to choke down those horrid undead creatures but he couldn’t take that meat in anymore. It’s like his own body wouldn't allow for that rotten meat to go down. He must have gotten used to always having a full belly, he never starved as a child- always had something to eat; jerky bags, honey his father made and his mom’s hunts she usually brought in- alive. She’d teach him ‘the skills of hunting! Of killing your morsels before you ate them, out of respect which is the least you can give to your meal. All that stuff he remembered; All that stuff he was taught which feels so double edged. He can’t deny he misses his cousins and uncle and aunt in some fashion, and especially his brother and sister. He’d been wanting to teach them the ways of hunting like mom, like dad taught him, all those late night prowls feeling yourself and the environment around you. Your antennae flick at the movement of a potential meal. Will you strike or let it live to another day? Those are questions Cyanide just thought about, it wasn’t deep. It was yes and no, not a blurred line. Everything's so blurred to him and the only way to live is through seeing others happy, he feels like he can’t have that happiness himself. 

A few misc facts about him

He has toxic breath which depending on what he eats will just knock you out or be fatal. If he hyperventilates a bunch of people are going to get knocked out lol. He smells like mustard or burning lime, depending on toxicity levels. Lime is mild, burning lime will knock you out, mustard smell is death.

He’s pretty tall, like 13 feet. That’s because his dad’s a Goliath and his mom is a hybrid like him. So ¾ goliath ¼ normal model.

He’s got thick armor, it’s really hard to penetrate but it’s also heavy- he doesn’t really fly much especially since that makes him hongry. But he does enjoy flying.

Hii

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