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A Perry the Platypus plush, two Pascals and a Weresonic? I'm not gonna ask. Anyways, on to the matter at hand. This piece has excellent...


Alright, I suppose it can't hurt to get back into the practice of writing these critique things. Let's see now. The composition of this...


Something about this is different from the style I'm used to seeing from you. Maybe it's the outlines, maybe it's not. But I sort of li...


This is... I'm not a fan of gore, but I can't let this go without comment. Vision: I can't say much about this because I'm not sure wha...

I don't critique much, but I still give more critiques than I receive. But those of you with premium memberships can fix that, right?

A werewolf is hunting you. What do you do? (Comment if you have a more specific answer.) 

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2 deviants said Attempt to befriend it
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2 deviants said Something else
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1 deviant said Fight it
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1 deviant said Try to trap or lose it
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1 deviant said Repel it with a werewolf deterrent

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Got a fictional 'verse you're proud of, but that could use one or two more characters?  I'd be happy to make a character for it!  (Pictoral references not available; textual profiles only.)
For some reason a thought I picked up years ago recently slipped back into my mind with a new life.

When I was younger I heard a particular fairy tale / folktale / something; I don't remember the particulars.  The tale centered around a young boy who met a number of tigers.  Each tiger took one of the boy's accessories-- one his hat, another his coat, and so on.  The tigers then got jealous of each other's accessories, fought over them, and ended up wearing themselves out so much that they all literally melted and became "tiger butter"-- which was apparently a darn good baking ingredient.

I know it wasn't the intended focus of the story, but lately I've taken a liking to the idea of a "butter tiger" that can melt into butter.  Maybe it has something to do with the bit of fetish-browsing I did yesterday, although I don't think it included anything relevant to this.

Just last night I put together the mental image of an anthro / Mobian butter tiger working up a sweat in a gym area, then sitting in a special vat and letting himself melt; the resulting butter would then be taken away for packaging.  My only misgiving regarding the scenario is that I'd prefer for the tiger to survive it.

It's amazing how differently a person's mind can interpret the exact same data before and after certain experiences.  (Or at least it would be to someone more easily amazed than myself.)

...In other news.  I didn't see any fireworks on the evening of July 4th, but I did hear plenty of them.  I think listening to fireworks is underrated.  Bang.  Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop.  Crackle.
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Sleuth Serpent, And The Train Of Terror -Collab- by sonicinterface
Sleuth Serpent, And The Train Of Terror -Collab-
(Story by lizardman22)
Noah the python knocked on the door of the small house, hearing a faint voice call out from within.
"Come in, the door is open."
The python entered, his eyes glancing about at the bookcases filled with rare volumes. He made his way through the house, finding the living room, and Tashako Ana who was rummaging through a box of costumes, borrowed from the Valley's open-stage theater. Noah watched as Tashako busied himself, coughing softly to alert the anaconda of his presence.
"Noah, hello," Tashako said looking up. "I'm glad you could come."
Noah smiled.
"Tuscany said you were anxious to see me," Noah replied.
Tashako nodded and handed Noah an old deerstalker hat. The python recognized it immediately.
"I've been working on something the last few weeks," Tashako replied. "A new Sleuth Serpent adventure. I don't have a title just yet, but the main plot is sound, and I've spoken to the others about their participation. They're all excited. I just wanted to know if you wanted to reprise your role."
Noah chuckled.
"Of course, Tashako," he said "Why wouldn't I?"
"I know how busy your film-making can be, Noah," Tashako said. "I didn't want to pencil you in, in case our schedules conflicted."
Noah smiled.
"I can't see a problem with that," he told the anaconda.
Noah slipped of his trademark pith helmet, replacing it with the deerstalker. It felt comfortable. He glanced at Tashako who picked up his notebook, opening it to the latest pages.
"So tell me, Tashako. What's this adventure you have in mind?"
Tashako looked at the python, taking a deep breath as he switched seamlessly into his storyteller role.
"We start off on the Orient Express, a death, and of a strange casket rumored to contain the remains of a mysterious monster..."
Bleagh.  I'm out of practice, and I think it shows.  Sometimes I think I should give up on drawing altogether and stick to writing instead.

As you might be able to guess, this is my latest collab with lizardman22.  I felt I needed to get back in the game.

Noah and Tuscany are © :iconlizardman22:
Tashako is © me
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Just bought Freedom Planet on Steam, soundtrack included.  I've heard good and appealing things about it, and a 70% off sale is as good an excuse as any to check a game off my wishlist!
A werewolf is hunting you. What do you do? (Comment if you have a more specific answer.)
29%
2 deviants said Attempt to befriend it
29%
2 deviants said Something else
14%
1 deviant said Fight it
14%
1 deviant said Try to trap or lose it
14%
1 deviant said Repel it with a werewolf deterrent
For some reason a thought I picked up years ago recently slipped back into my mind with a new life.

When I was younger I heard a particular fairy tale / folktale / something; I don't remember the particulars.  The tale centered around a young boy who met a number of tigers.  Each tiger took one of the boy's accessories-- one his hat, another his coat, and so on.  The tigers then got jealous of each other's accessories, fought over them, and ended up wearing themselves out so much that they all literally melted and became "tiger butter"-- which was apparently a darn good baking ingredient.

I know it wasn't the intended focus of the story, but lately I've taken a liking to the idea of a "butter tiger" that can melt into butter.  Maybe it has something to do with the bit of fetish-browsing I did yesterday, although I don't think it included anything relevant to this.

Just last night I put together the mental image of an anthro / Mobian butter tiger working up a sweat in a gym area, then sitting in a special vat and letting himself melt; the resulting butter would then be taken away for packaging.  My only misgiving regarding the scenario is that I'd prefer for the tiger to survive it.

It's amazing how differently a person's mind can interpret the exact same data before and after certain experiences.  (Or at least it would be to someone more easily amazed than myself.)

...In other news.  I didn't see any fireworks on the evening of July 4th, but I did hear plenty of them.  I think listening to fireworks is underrated.  Bang.  Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop.  Crackle.
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You're not sure why you decided to adopt a pet.  You wanted something cute and harmless, so you went with a ball python.

At first you liked it, but as time went by you began to neglect it more and more.  Within a few weeks, only rarely would you remember that it was even alive, let alone remember to feed it.

This morning you happen to glance at the snake.  It makes eye contact with you-- and you suddenly find yourself unable to look away.  Under what isn't entirely your own free will, you approach the snake's aquarium and open the top, peering inside.  Not once do either of you break eye contact.

You put your hands on the sill of the aquarium, peering at the snake from above.  The snake flicks its tongue at you once, twice, three times-- and suddenly an unnatural shiver runs down your spine.  Your first instinct is to pull back, but it feels like your hands are nailed to the aquarium sill.

Then you start to shrink.

With your hands still paranormally attached to the aquarium, your feet soon leave the ground.  Thankfully, you're becoming lighter as well as smaller, otherwise your weight would tip the aquarium over.

You feel other changes as well.  Your ears are growing larger.  Fur starts to spread over your body (you catch a glimpse of it on your chest-- it's brown).  A tail sprouts from your backside.  Your senses are going crazy; your vision is getting fuzzy, and you're detecting sounds and scents you couldn't before.

Your clothes fall off your body and into a heap on the floor as you become too small to wear them.  You feel naked for a moment, but that line of thinking quickly passes.

Finally it stops.  You're now completely on top of the aquarium, which is now the size of a house to you.  The python continues to stare up at you, expectantly.

Your hands are no longer stuck to the sill, and you lose your balance and fall into the aquarium.  The impact doesn't injure you, but it is painful for a moment.

You take a moment to examine yourself.  Your new tail is long and skinny.  Your ears are large and round.  You have whiskers.

You're a mouse.

The python, now much larger than you are, advances on you.  You try to call for help, but instead a soft -squeak!- escapes your lips.  You take off running, but are not used to your new body; on top of that, being confined to the aquarium leaves you with little room to run.

A scaly coil encircles you tightly, trapping you.  You stare helplessly up at the python's head as it constricts you tighter and tighter.  Its grip is incredibly painful-- it feels like your ribs are about to break!-- and you find yourself having more and more difficulty breathing.

Finally it releases its grip on you, but by then you are too weak to put up any resistance.  The last thing you see or feel before you pass out is the python's mouth enveloping your body.
Snake Food
I'm not sure why I wrote this.  A browse through certain fetishist deviants' galleries or favorites can really send your mind in some interesting directions.  And several of you are probably afraid of snakes after reading this.
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Recently I downloaded an old and unassuming iOS game called A Comic Escape: In Antarctica.  The game stars John Hopper, the sole employee at an isolated base in an Antarctic wasteland.  Each episode of the game is presented like a comic strip, and the player has to navigate back and forth through the panels, collecting and using items here and there, to get John out of various unfortunate situations (or, in some cases, preventing him from getting into them in the first place).  It's a novel concept that the game uses in interesting ways.  Throughout the game, John can be seen lingering in the lower left corner of the screen, making humorous comments on various objects you examine.

The sixth and last episode of the game, however, resonated powerfully with me.

SPOILERS AHEAD

The episode begins with a cutscene in which John receives some bad news (I won't say exactly what it is).  He then wanders out into the Antarctic, unprotected, presumably to kill himself with the unforgiving cold.  The credits roll over the usual comic template, and the game appears to end... but you've still got control.

So you get to break down the credits by tapping them, then pick John up and bring him inside.  Then comes the last task of the game: warm John up so he doesn't freeze to death.  This task appears completely unofficial; there's no in-game prompt telling you what to do like there was with all the others, and John's not in the corner to provide commentary.

END SPOILERS

I loved that moment.  I cry every time I think of it, which is a rarity for me; even now I'm wiping tears from my eyes and blowing my nose like I've got a cold.  Playing through it felt like saying, "You know what, game?  Screw you and your sad ending.  You brought me here so I could save John from misfortune and misery, and I'm seeing that job through to the end.  If you won't give him the happy ending he deserves, then I sure as heck will."  That sentiment might sound familiar, as a number of my writings-- especially those involving Screech-- have had similar messages as their driving force.

I think this is the most emotional I've been in a long time.  I wonder how I should take that.

Trivia question: Fill in the blank so the sentence is accurate (and sufficiently specific)!
"Popular children's book Chicka Chicka Boom Boom is about ________ playing on a coconut tree, with painful consequences."
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It wasn't normal for Annabelle Gwendolyn Griffon to be wearing a scuba suit as opposed to her usual maid's uniform, but considering what she was about to do, it was definitely to be expected.

After making sure all her equipment was properly on and her oxygen tank had plenty of air in it, the griffon plunged into the water.  It was like entering another world; the water diluted the light to create an almost otherworldly atmosphere, and aquatic wildlife of all shapes and sizes-- jellyfish, eels, even a whale-- darted around her.

Focus, Annabelle.  Remember what you're here to find.

"Excuse me?"

A hand tapped Annabelle's wing, and she turned around.  A brown female bat dressed in black, wearing some sort of ankle bracelet, and carrying a portable GPS screen was drifting in the water beside her.  Oddly, she wasn't wearing any goggles or breathing equipment, but seemed to be doing just fine without them.

"Have you seen a scuba-diving otter anywhere around here?"

The griffon blinked in confusion before shaking her head.  The bat shrugged.

"No?  I didn't think so.  I had a feeling I was in the wrong story.  Don't mind me, just go about your business."

Shrugging off the peculiar encounter, Annabelle continued to descend.  The water grew darker and darker as the density of the water absorbed more and more of the light from above.  At last it became too dark to see, but the griffon was not discouraged.  Holding her right arm in front of her, she focused slightly, and the bracelet on her wrist began to glow, the light quickly banishing the darkness.

Finally, the sea floor came within sight.  It was mostly sand and rocks, broken up with the occasional piece of coral, but not far away she noticed the remains of a sunken ship.

All this sand.  I'll never find the drain in this mess.  Why didn't I bring a metal detector?

Letting out a mental sigh, the griffon began to swim along the seafloor.  It seemed to slope down towards the shipwreck, so that's the way she headed.

The ship looked like it had been a pirate ship in its prime; that was definitely a tattered Jolly Roger flag on the mast.  Annabelle glanced into room after room, noting the captain's quarters, the crew's quarters, and the galley.  At one point she spotted a chest full of gold doubloons, but left it there, deciding that retrieving it would be more trouble than it was worth.

Finally, beneath the very bottom of the wreckage, Annabelle found something made of metal built into the sea floor.  The rim was circular, but she couldn't see much beyond that due to the ship's remains getting in the way.

That's it!

Annabelle tried to move the blockage, but it was far too heavy for her.

No!  I'm so close!

With few options, the griffon began to swim back up.  She cleared the shipwreck just in time for her bracelet's light to alert a giant octopus that happened to be swimming by.  Agitated, the octopus lunged a tentacle at her, forcing her to retreat back into hiding.

Annabelle peered through a porthole in the ship's hull, holding her bracelet up to the porthole so she could see through to ascertain whether or not the octopus was still around.  Unfortunately for her, it was, and wasn't happy about getting a second burst of light in the eye.

CRASH!  The octopus's tentacle struck the ship, almost breaking it clean in half.  Annabelle just barely managed to avoid the blow.

Such strength!  Now I have two problems to solve: unblocking that drain and getting rid of... hmm...

A plan formed in the griffon's mind.  Swimming down to the base of the shipwreck where the drain was, Annabelle waved her arm, deliberately catching the octopus's attention.  It swung again, but this time she was prepared for it, beating her wings to launch herself out of harm's way.

As expected, the octopus's tentacle smashed the wreckage blocking the drain, clearing it.  The effect was immediate: water gushed down the drain at a slow but rapidly increasing speed, taking sand and debris with it.

YES!

Annabelle was pleased with her accomplishment for a good five seconds before she suddenly found herself seized by the octopus's tentacle.  Despite having been caught off guard, she focused her thoughts and vanished, reappearing a distance away and definitely not within an octopus's grasp.

The octopus's gaze drifted quickly up to the griffon's new position, but before it could make another grab the increasing whirlpool began to draw it in.  The giant beast struggled and grasped the sea floor, but its efforts were for nothing as it, too, was sucked down the drain.  It was almost comical watching the octopus getting sucked through an opening so much smaller than itself.

Which reminds me... I should make myself scarce before I suffer the same fate.

Sucking in another breath from her oxygen supply, Annabelle began to swim up, taking it slow so as not to stress her lungs.  Soon she was high enough that she could dismiss her bracelet's light, allowing herself to increase her focus.  The surface grew ever closer.

Almost... there...

Finally, Annabelle broke through the water's surface, landing in a crouch on the tiled floor in front of the bathtub.  Turning around, she watched the rest of the water drain from the tub.

Phew... what an adventure.  How Black and White did THAT with the water in their bathtub, I suppose I'll never know.

Taking off her breathing apparatus, the griffon breathed in and out a few times, getting used to the normal atmosphere again.  She pushed the bathroom door open, finding herself facing the latter half of Black and White.

"Oh... hi, Annabelle.  How's the bathroom coming?"

"I just finished unblocking the bathtub drain, sir.  As soon as I have dried off and changed my clothes, I shall resume my cleaning.  I hope I am not taking too long."

White smiled.  "Take your time.  It's not like cartoon characters ever really need to use those facilities anyways."
Annabelle the Diver
lizardman22 has written a few similar stories about Annabelle by now, and I only just got an idea for one myself... so I figured, why not?

Annabelle is © me
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The only difference between a shelter and a prison is which side of the door the lock is on.
Earlier today I had a spill while riding my bike.  I ended up scraping my left elbow, the palms of both hands, one heel, and my left thigh.  The thigh's the worst: my mother says I bruised a muscle.  I didn't even know that could happen, but apparently it can.  She also says that tomorrow the symptoms will be worse, and that I should expect to recover by around the weekend.

I don't need a trip to the hospital.  I can still get around the house, but it hurts to walk.  When going up and down the stairs, I have to put both feet on every step; if my left leg is on a higher step than my right, it really hurts.

I'm in for a long week.
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Few things can make you want to bang your head against a wall more than watching a Let's Play of a game that you're good at but the player isn't.

(For Pete's sake, Zack! The in-game map exists for a reason, so stop wandering aimlessly and look at it!)

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ColorTheSnowbreon Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Student Writer
hihi i was wondering if I can make a comission again ^^;
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ragtagwarrior Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2015
Hey, Interface. Have you played a game called: Secret of Evermore? I think it might be something you'd like to try.
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy (late) birthday, mate
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Happy birthday man.
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Happy birthday.
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Happy Birthday, Interface.
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Happy Birthday! :party: :cake: :iconlachoirplz:
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Happy Birthday!
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nndragon4 Featured By Owner May 31, 2015  Student Writer
Sorry if My reply made me sound like a jerk. When I sent it I forgot to add this. But I Could say hi every now and then and comment on your work
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Happy birthday
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Happy birthday.
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Happy Birthday! I hope it's a good one.
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Happy (upcoming) birthday!
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ragtagwarrior Featured By Owner May 2, 2015
To answer your question, Interface. Your generalized work attracts anyone who finds it interesting. If you narrowed your interests into a few things, you'd only attract anyone with a shared interest in that subject.

For example, if you just wrote stories based around the Legend of Zelda games, you'd attract fans of those games. The same goes for any franchise regardless of whether it's popular or obscure. Given your preference to work in familiar and unfamiliar territories, the audience you tend to draw in reflects this.
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bluefoxycat Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
By the way, I've figured out how to export the xcf file into a png file. Yes, I am an immature little bast(urd)ard.
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thank you so very much for the points, Mate
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ColorTheSnowbreon Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2014  Student Writer
Hellos do you do requests?:3
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Wolfertech Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I chalange you to say something possitive! ;p and I don't mean saying "five" or "Proton" or anything like that! ;)
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HeartinaThePony Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Do you take requests?
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lizardman22 Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi mate
How do you make links to other pages?
I was trying to make a link from one chapter of my Wold war scar story to another, but all i got was this: <da:thumb id="479049646">
I did what i usually did (Copy and past the page) but this didn't work for some reason
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