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a bit… late… again |||orz sryHappy 1st anniversary, omg it has been one year already s

a bit… late… again |||orz sry
Happy 1st anniversary, omg it has been one year already since March 4th (& since Feb 26th in TW) 2016, glad that obviously we all had a wonderful zoo year ;D Thanks for the crew who brought this beautiful film to the world, also thanks to people here around who share the joy with zootopia together! cheers, keep making the world a better place and enjoy the donuts! (i wish i could go to the Randy’s Donuts too! QWQ


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Kinda loose definition of furry.


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Sorry I don’t have a proper cover for the story so take this (which is part of it anyway)Title: FamiSorry I don’t have a proper cover for the story so take this (which is part of it anyway)Title: Fami

Sorry I don’t have a proper cover for the story so take this (which is part of it anyway)

Title: Familiar Places, Familiar Faces
Words:4000
Tags: DJ, Finnick, Zaphix, Max mention, graphic injury, medical examination, PTSD, hurt comfort
Summary: DJ returns home with a gunshot and Finnick is having A Time.

A little excerpt:
“Good morning, sleepyhead~” Finnick cooed in a singsong voice, the one he always used to wake them up after a rough night. The voice was typically regarded with a groan and a pillow thrown at him. Nothing of such happened this time, however. In fact, his voice didn’t even seem to earn an ear twitch from them.

 Finnick tilted his head. His ears perked forward to focus on the sound of their breathing. Which, now that he was listening, sounded labored. Finnick stepped towards the hammock, concern plastered on his face. He tried again.“DJ? Aren’t you going to shoo me away?” He frowned, hand gently brushing against theirs. “Was the city that rough?”

He gently tugged them sideways to lay on their back and face him. Except they didn’t. Both eyes shut and lined with a layer of crust, DJ’s bright blue face was paler than an overcast sky as they panted with difficulty. Almost completely limp and at the mercy of Finnick’s pull, their skin burned to the touch.

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Second request from @hammytotherescue who wanted a picture of Finnick, I’ve only ever drawn hiSecond request from @hammytotherescue who wanted a picture of Finnick, I’ve only ever drawn hi

Second request from @hammytotherescue who wanted a picture of Finnick, I’ve only ever drawn him once when I first started and always wanted to try it again so I was glad to do this. Definitely have a hard time with body placement and stuff I probably re drew the body 10 times before I was satisfied enough to leave it. But I hope like always you guys enjoy my sketches and I’ll be working on my next request asap


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