~Anatomy of an O.C~ | His reference; my bitch.

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Birth Anthro #53 | ~Anatomy of an O.C~ | His reference; my dog.<br />
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Yep, I have given “birth” to more than 50 anthromorphs in my friggin’ life. I’ve had several miscarriages in the past but all in all it has been a happy moment in my life to have birthed 50 + anthros, and have left every single one of them in the orphanage. <br />
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Even though this dude’s probably number 53 on my ever growing list, he’s a very important character in a story of mine....Why the hell did I even mention the story? Ya’ll probably don’t even give a shoot. <br />
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Anyway, I must say that I’ve grown to like his character design (not the clothes mind you) He’s a Pine Marten, he’s 17...... and he’s punk status....<br />
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FORGIVE ME, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT PUNK CLOTHES ARE EXPECTED TO LOOK LIKE!!! (bows) (......) (did I just bow?) (Oh Jeez, ‘I’m turning Japanese now’) but you guys could probably just leave a comment telling me how I did on the clothing, how I did on the make-up, how I did on . SAY IT SUCKED!!! XP XD<br />
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The “pull the tapeworm out of your @$$” piece is part of the lyrics in Needles by System of a Dooooowwwn....<br />
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Yep! and this is how I will be doing my future Reference Sheets :}<br />
All neat and neat-like! Rawr!<br />
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This is just a SKETCH, not the final thing!!! But I‘d probably just leave his design like so, so I don’t ‘ehrff ’ it up by trying to fix it........But ya’ll probably don’t give a flyin’ fly about that either X3<br />
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Oh, and if you’re too BLIND to read the writing, it says:<br />
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“Don’t speak, you’re too dumb to say anything smart. You have something to say? I don’t care. Just pull that tapeworm out of your @$$, and listen to me. You’re just a sketch, don’t EVER question my authority, dammit. I could take you out of this world as fast as I put you in it. Love, The Artist.”<br />
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And now, a word from our ‘sponsors’.<br />
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The Artist: This was done while listening to various Green Day songs, and some Chains.<br />
Hikage: So... what ARE you going to do to him if he does ((puts up the quotation fingers))“Question Your Authority”? Give him a good talking to? Press charges? (pissed-off voice) Infest his innards with live maggots like you did to me!?!?<br />
The Artist: That or worse.<br />
Hikage: (eyes the character) Well he stole my attire.<br />
The Artist (bugged): Then think of him as an anthro-you!<br />
Hikage: No one could be me.<br />
The Artist: That’s right, no one could be as miserable and repugnant as you.<br />
Hikage: I just lit your feet aflame.<br />
The Artist (o_O): WHAT DID YOU DO!?!! (the South park theme song plays without the words)((frantically does what looks like the Little German Dance around the flaming matches. [Talks in a Haruko-like voice from Fooly Cooly] Then she suddenly bursts into flames, spontaneously combusts, currently engulfed by rampant flames of Satan!)) MY HAIR IS ON FIRE!!! MY HAIR IS ON FIRE!!! MY HAIR IS ON FIRE!!!<br />
Hikage: Yeah! Dance monkey, DANCE!!! (claps hands rhythmically)<br />
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:::The real Artist looks at the scene her sponsors are putting up for her:::<br />
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The Real Artist(sullen and sarcastic): They sure are something else....(flicks blunt into trash bin)