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Really just none! Very content to go "I guess I'm built different" but has no desire to learn how, exactly (at least when learning involves pain, or a modicum of effort)

Theo isn't quite the masochist Hyden is - more enjoys wallowing in his self-imposed martyrdom and tolerating suffering without complaint (but with plenty of self-congratulation). If only Jesus existed in this universe so that someone could tell Theo to get off the cross.

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Heee thank you for your comment, and I love how you contrast the two of them here! Jo is very much the more poised and regal of the two... and yes, Theo will shed a lot of blood to achieve his goals (his blood, other people's blood, either way).

Thank you! To be frank, I didn't have much interest in women's fashion before, especially Victorian era fashion, but doing research to try to dress Jocosa appropriately has made me much more into gowns and especially the big poofy sleeves of the 1890s, haha. What a trend that was...

Hehe thank you! I've been very into thinking about the two of them lately, so there will be more, fortune willing! :P

He is nothing if not persistent, even when everything indicates that he should really, really knock it off!

Wah thank you so much!! ;v; Happy that you enjoy my OC nonsense!

I think of this quote literally every time I start drawing Theo.

That's every hour on the hour on this channel. (Or at least as often as I can draw a new picture...)

First half a simple comic featuring anthro characters. At the top there is a screenshot of a tumblr message saying: "Theo: since your catalyst stone is bonded to your hand, it's right there on top of your muscles and tendons. Does that impact your dexterity? And isn't the hand an important means of casting magic?" The first panel, colored in fleshy reds and maroons, shows a small man's hand, with a cutaway revealing the muscles and tendons underneath his skin. A red stone, shaped like a teardrop, is embedded into the flesh. He says: "Hnk. I knew better than to damage muscle... though I could not avoid interference with the extensor tendons. At first, there was pain, a peculiar grinding sensation, though the nerves have since learned to cease their whining." In the second panel, the cutaway is gone, showing just the hand. Red, vein-like magical strings emanate from the stone, appearing to manipulate the man's fingers. He says: "At worst, the fingers of my left hand occasionally rebel, refusing my orders to straighten. Fortunately, the cause is also the cure for any incidents of digital noncompliance." The next panel has a gray-purple colorscheme, showing it takes place in the past. An ermine woman dressed in Victorian attire channels flowing streams of magic into a single beam of light using a wand. Above the image, the man's monologue continues: "Most mages do not rely solely on the hands for casting. It is more prudent to use a focus. Magic is a savage force. It will fight against its domination like a wild animal. Only the unwise offer it their hand instead of a leash. Mother favored a wand for taming her more tempestuous spells."

The comic continues. The next panel shows the man in full, also in the gray-purple flashback color scheme. He's a short, chubby rat anthro in a three-piece suit. He is shrouded in darkness, whipping around the wand and peering over his shoulder like he's trying to find something in the dark. His present-day self monologues incessantly: "Alas, despite her tutelage, when I attempted to wield her wand, it served me little better than a stick. A blind man cannot see the glow of a fire, only feel its heat. My mother saw the light of magic, but I only sensed it through its burn. When the wand absorbed the familiar sting I felt when casting, I was lost, unable to descry what my mother, what all mages, perceived so keenly." The next panel is back to the present-day maroons and reds. The vein-like magic emanates (or is absorbed by) the stone in his hand, which he looks at with an expression of scornful analysis. "Hence, I am... obliged to cast with my hands. Magic heeds my commands only when I submit my flesh to its bite and refuse to flinch. Yes, it is true that the catalyst stone demands yet more sacrifice, greater endurance..." In the final panel, the man squeezes his hand into a fist, the magic energy bursting from between his fingers almost like the spraying innards of a squashed bug. His expression is a strange mixture of a smile and a grimace, his mouth pulled back taught to show his fangs and his eyes opened wide. He concludes: "...But pity my not. Despite my deficiencies, my mother was able to teach me much. When I struggled, she told me how 'suffering begets strength.' She knew then, as I know now, that our power must be the progeny of pain."

Theo: "When I hit myself with a hammer it makes me stronger and a better person because it is my awesome destiny to make myself suffer unnecessarily and on purpose"

Jo's distant voice from beyond the veil: "NOT WHAT I MEANT"

It IS a terrible tragedy and yet another reason why he tends to avoid dangerous situations if he can even if he's not going to be in mortal peril from them. Almost dying is one thing but ruining your favorite shirt is a NIGHTMARE

Yes haha, same character, but younger in this picture.

YAY I'm so stoked to see this version of the evil man by your hand! The water bed destruction is genius. And I love all the devil motifs (and of course his addictive tendencies on display)

Two-panel cartoon drawing made in response to a tumblr ask which reads: "Ambroys: your regenerative capabilities are quite impressive. What is the worst injury you have recovered from? What is the worst injury you think you can take? Do you experiment and see how far your capabilities can go?" In response, Ambroys (an anthro unicorn) says: "Fuck, that's grim. I guess the worst would be the time I got a couple arrows in the neck? Or maybe one of the stab wounds? ...I don't know which one of those would be more deadly for, um, anyone who isn't me." He looks down at himself. Ghostly impressions of arrows, a sword and a dagger pierce his body, showing where he's been wounded in the past. Then he whips his head around to a figure standing behind him. She's a lioness. He says: "It won't kill me, obviously, but getting stabbed still hurts, so I don't want to experiment to see how big of a knife you can shove in me just because someone is curious." The lioness, exasperated, says: "Fine!" Ambroys continues: "So stop asking." She replies: "I did!"

Ambroys can endure injuries that would kill most. In his elder years, he is only mildly inconvenienced by mortal wounds.

At this age (60+ despite the baby face), he's taken a lot of hits. Still squeamish about pain though. Anya has a much keener interest in exploring the limits of his fortitude.

Ah yeah she uh, would really not appreciate Hyden's advances. At least she has no obligation to entertain them, and is definitely more confident in asserting herself when she's older (she was only 19 when she was married).

Not exactly a happy situation he was born into, no. I think a less sensitive person (not necessarily less empathetic, just someone more oblivious) or someone with different issues may have turned out "fine" - though Theo raised in a different household would probably have still been pretty weird.

Thank you so much!

Thank you so much. This is heavier subject matter than I usually attempt to tackle, so I'm glad it's touched on something relatable for other women, even if it's a painful feeling.

It does, not in that she's afraid of him touching her - but his birth + survival represented a release from her loathed marital obligations so she was immediately grateful to him for that, and his later aversion to courtship and apparent lack of lust for women are positive traits in her eyes.

A short comic features an anthro ermine woman. A question asks "Jo - what was your most embarrassing moment in life?" The first few panels show her beginning to say, "The night --" before involuntarily wincing, then releasing her breath. She says "The night of my wedding," above a flashback of her younger self lying on a bed in the dark. She stares at the ceiling with a blank but subtly nervous expression, lying on her back like a corpse, her hands clasped tensely on her chest. A man sits on the edge of the bed, smoking in his undergarments. He makes a snipe at her expense for just "lying there." In the last panel, back in the present, she looks away from the viewer and says "...It is a cruelty of nature, that the soft clay of a woman's body must be molded and deformed by a man's rough hands to sculpt her child. Yet as the years pass, as it is used up, clay grows hard, unyielding, too brittle to invite touch. That is nature's mercy."

Jocosa endured her conjugal duties because it was her obligation as the sole heir to her line, but after the birth of her son, she put the marital bed to death. A mercy killing.

She wouldn't dare speak of her dread of a man's touch, were it not for the rules of this prompt demanding the truth.

This one always makes me sob like a baby.

Drawing meant to show which parent a character takes after. His mother is an ermine woman he shares his pointy features, his dad is a rat man who shares his rounder features, but he's much stranger looking than either than of.

Which of his parents does Theo resemble? Kinda both, kinda neither. He's a bit of an anomaly.

It gives you cancer if you drinking it, but drinking it also cures cancer so it's fine.

A bottle of sparkly gold unicorn blood. It evokes an Odwalla Mango Tango.

Fresh squeezed unicorn juice, fresh from the vein!

Evil wizard approved!

I've always adored the sense of solid and believable form in your work and this drawing is no exception! Glad you were able to take a break and make some art!

Haha oh I wouldn’t count on that – his track record indicates he can only animate tumorous semi-ambulatory flesh lumps, which may be a fair description of *him* as a child, but not most people.

drawing of an anthro ermine woman fretting over her son's knowledge (or lack thereof) of producing children

as the sole scion of a noble family, Theo would be obligated to sire the next generation - unfortunately for his mother there is no such thing as sex-ed yet, just really awkward conversations

He is SUCH a whiner. And huffer. And generally a discontented grumbler.

I can imagine that Ridge has a tough time when his type is "macho" but thick-headed nasty soldier boys also like to look "macho." Having to engage in code and not knowing if the other guy is just not picking up on your signals or is straight or maybe even hateful is frightening.