pitchdarkedge replied to your photo: Nasarini, queen among reptiles who is ever eager…
There is no stopping, get out while you have the chance, before they anthro you too
I have designed anthros for a number of friends as gifts and several as commissions. The former is possible but the latter is guaranteed if that’s what you want.
As for Nasarini, she’ll do what she pleases, and it may not involve making you an anthro. Perhaps she wants a feral crocodile to wade in her rivers? Maybe she would like a loyal python to keep her company and warm her shoulders? She doesn’t need to make anyone an anthro, she only has a need to cut down on the furred usurpers who have ruled the world for so very very long.
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Tinkering with an idea for a character. Anthro or naga?
Fun fact, uncut evolution stones are significantly more radioactive than their cut and refined counterparts.
Other fun fact, Nidoqueen is the only Pokemon that experiences menopause in its evolutionary line. While a female Nidoran can breed Nidorina and Nidoqueen cannot.
Derp face is kind of a given when lost to the EEEEEEEEEEEE
I bat, therefore I screm.
If you ever feel like you’ll never reach your goal, or that you’ve wasted your time, just remember that Ash Ketchum has taken 20 years to capture 85 out of 802 Pokemon and is still determined to catch them all.

Quick reminder that there’s an open server on Discord I have running for those who would like to join. Highlights include RP at Bev’s parlor, and general madness and stupidity with some great people.
It always feels good to work on original content outside of fandom and fetish stuff. Hopefully I can actually keep up with this and put something out for once in 7 years.
mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?
Probably that time when I was 9 and got it in my head that the seat of the family car could be lowered from the trunk because it could be pulled down from the front to access the trunk. I ended up locking myself in the trunk of the car for 3 hours of a summer afternoon.
Not my proudest moment, and I could have died.