#little zedaph
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dragon-queen21 ¡ 2 years ago
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Little Zedaph needs a night light on to be able to fall asleep when he’s small. He had a couple that would plug in but he didn't want to leave them on all night.
Keralis ended up buying him a sheep plush that when you press it's paw it will light up for a while before shutting off.
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astronomodome ¡ 1 year ago
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Honestly the more I think about grian and zedaph’s dynamic the more I’m obsessed with it. These two have such a weird rivalry going for absolutely no reason. The quartz shop the base swap the. whatever is happening with the dragon egg right now. They bring out the absolute worst in each other. If you put grian and zedaph in a box together they’d tear each other apart like betta fish. Why? Why is that? They both exist at the fringes of hermit society, often elusive and shy around those not in their inner circle of trusted besties (yes this applies to grian too, trust me ok). And yet when they interact with each other (approximately once per year) they are such haters to each other. And for what. They don’t even know each other that well!!! Two species of animal who occupy the same environmental niche and thus must compete for resources type dynamic. Maybe british people are just like that. Idk.
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sphor-art ¡ 9 months ago
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ok yall im tentatively back
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mauv-the-bluest-cat-ever ¡ 2 months ago
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"tek" in "tangotek" does a lot of heavy lifting to make it sound more kiki but "leman" in "skizzleman" makes it sound more bouba
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fence-time ¡ 8 months ago
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Willy the worm, how I miss thee…
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mezzmerizd ¡ 1 month ago
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Wolf Quest ZITS!! :D
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and a version where u can see them a little betterrr :3c
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aofikofi ¡ 1 year ago
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the sillies arguing over eggs
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time-slink ¡ 1 year ago
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had to drop what i was doing and scribble this theyre so funny
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gammagoop ¡ 1 year ago
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my friends they live in a podcast
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azzayofchaos ¡ 6 months ago
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Since we’re on the topic of Zedaphs, here is one messing around with a slightly more exaggerated/cartoony style and some weird colors!
The design’s more inline w/ my actual head-canons than the woolves one!
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dragon-queen21 ¡ 2 years ago
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Zedaph will test out his own potions, or what he calls "Sparkly soup :3"
This does not always go well, and a lot of times makes him very sick and very grumpy.
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gee-arid ¡ 7 months ago
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Some more sillies!
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Iskall: Unicorn, some distant earth pony blood though. Hes got a modified eye, powered by his magic.
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Zedaph: Hes a sheep- I dunno, it felt right.
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Stress: Shes an earth pony! Her wings are gifted, magic from Iskall! They have to be remade every now and then, but she doesnt fly too much so its not overly dangerous.
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Wels: Hes a dragon! This one also just felt right.
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terracottakore ¡ 1 year ago
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keep your hands off team zit!!!!
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the drawing is a reference to this!! if you guys haven't already seen it PLEASE do!!! it's great (and the entire show really)
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theminecraftbee ¡ 1 year ago
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Once again, Zedaph finds himself outside the closed gates of the Deep Frost Citadel, tapping his feet with annoyance. Honestly, by now you’d think the stupid thing would understand Zedaph always gets his way, when it comes to Tango, but no, Tango’s stupid base keeps trying to stop him.
“I told you, I’m not here to negotiate, I’m here to pick up my friend,” Zedaph says irritably. The gates of the base don’t respond, and don’t open. “I have a very important nap to be taking, I’ll have you know, and I will not be stopped by… by base chicanery!”
There’s a deep, rolling growl from somewhere in the bowls of the citadel. It sounds like ravagers.
“Oh, don’t you threaten me, you know I’ll run around and die in there all you want as soon as it’s ready. Not even afraid, am I? You’ve had your taste of the good old Zed flesh, but no sir, you aren’t getting me today. The high-voltage wires were a good trick last time I came to bother Tango, I admit, but it won’t work again!”
Another rumbling growl. Zedaph huffs. It would certainly be nice if Decked Out spoke in human to him, so he wouldn’t have to keep guessing. Even sheep would be better—Tango may have an affinity for beasts, but Zedaph only has an affinity if the beasts are also silly.
He makes an educated guess. “Yes, yes, I know you’ve ‘eaten him’ or whatever. Well I’ll have you know that Tangos have more nutritional value after watching me take a very important nap. And also dying. Its enriching. You like enriched Tango—okay, okay, that wasn’t the complaint, geez, you don’t have to shout at me. At this rate I’ll just use my pickaxe to break through the door, and then what will you do, huh? Nothing. You’ll do nothing, because you’re a big stupid building in the ground, and Tango was my friend first.”
A rumble.
“Haha, yeah, take that. We’ve been friends for years. You might be his magnum opus, but you’ve never made him sign a custom body pillow with your beautiful face on it, have you? That is the bond of men! No base can do anything about that.”
A louder rumble. Zedaph feels what he thinks is supposed to be fear and desire to wander into the depths and die or something silly like that. Zedaph isn’t certain, because it’s not as important as Zedvancements. This is one of Zedaph’s special abilities: if it’s not as important as whatever he’s doing right now, he’s very good at ignoring it until it becomes important. So, like, the Citadel is trying to lure him to his death, but that’s less important than taking a very deadly nap while Tango watches with horrified awe, so he’ll just ignore it until later.
Works every time.
“Listen, I’ll bring him back in one piece! Have I ever lied about that? I never do. He always comes right back to work, even when I do distract him, and he’s chipper again, right? I barely even disrupt things. Not that you could do anything if I did, of course, you hunk of stone and ice.”
Zedaph stares at the closed doors for a bit longer. He thinks this is about when anyone else would either die on the spot, or run away screaming, or maybe just come in and feed themselves to a ravager, but the that’s because the other hermits very frequently don’t have anything better to do than to get caught up in other people’s nonsense, in Zed’s experience.
Zedaph simply has so much nonsense of his own that he can out-stubborn even Tango’s base. Like he said: a special talent.
Slowly, as though greatly reluctant, the gates open.
“Thank you, geez! Was that so hard?”
Zedaph stomps through to the hidden access door of the Decked Out maintenance tunnels, grabbing one of the supplemental oxygen masks as he does. He sighs as he realizes that Tango, once again, has forgotten he needs to breathe. Hopefully, the fact Zedaph is currently keenly aware of needing to breathe on account of planning to not do that ten times in a row does not remind Tango.
He finds Tango taking a nap tangled in some high-voltage redstone lines. This time, Zedaph knows better than to touch them. It had been a mite embarrassing the last time. “Tango! Hey, Tango!”
“Wuh?” says Tango, eloquently. “I’m up, I’m up, level three’s almost done I swear—”
“Tango, get up, I have bedroom tricks to show you!” Zedaph says.
“I’m up! Zed? Oh hey! What are you doing all the way out here?”
“I told you. It’s urgent, Tango, urgent. I have bedroom tricks only you can assist me with.”
“Well, that’s a good time I wasn’t expecting,” Tango says.
“No, you idiot! Get your head out of the gutter, and come on! I have things to do!”
“Okay, Zedaph, geez, geez, lemme just—”
“I’ve already asked your stupid base,” Zedaph says. “It’s fine. Now, get out of those wires before I get shocked or something, and we’re going to go have fun.”
Tango slowly uncoils himself. “Right. I’ll get ready and—” Zedaph whips a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket. Tango pauses before smiling brightly. “Oh, you’re the best.”
“I really am,” agrees Zed, and he grabs his best friend’s hand and leads him out of the Deep Frost Citadel to show off his latest contraption. He turns around and sticks his tongue out for good measure at the base as they go. Hah. Take that. The best. There’s no beating it.
And there’s no keeping him away from Tango. Zedaph guarantees it.
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fence-time ¡ 11 months ago
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Happy birfday to the silliest guy ever :>
Zedweek day 7 prompts: birthday / others series
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mezzmerizd ¡ 1 month ago
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woah! art reqs open for my favorite artist ever???
could i perhaps get a silly skizz and/or zedaph :D?
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funky silly little guyssss :33c Werewolf Skizz has been running around my brain recently so! Perfect opportunity to do a silly little thing with them ;3c
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