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Ah the ever hillarious sissy fight https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuqChtC-mbM I would call this a cat fight but I don't think the word cat is applicable here despite the fact that the 2 combatants are women
When I get the money I am SO commissioning that. Although, now that im thinking about it. The darkside of the force MIGHT be able to make a yinglet 'smarter'. Then, all you would have to do is give that yinglet some sith training. And given how fast a yinglet can be, a yinglet sithlord would be incredibly dangerous.
Oh Kass you silly silly newbie, you've just initiated a dominance fight, note if you win you'll be matriarch. Hope your happy about that.
On a side note is he going to be stuck like that forever? If so I feel very sorry for him, an unwanted gender transition would be hard of not impossible to adjust to mentally.
On a side note is he going to be stuck like that forever? If so I feel very sorry for him, an unwanted gender transition would be hard of not impossible to adjust to mentally.
Ive made three yinglet ocs. Nova, Dredge (Novas twin), and Finn. Nova was originally just a yinglet that is smarter than the average human and behaves like a human. However, he has become the most developed character I have every created. I want to write a story one day explaining his backstory.
Creating a character is, in a way, like creating life except the "life" that you created has no free will. You manifest what they look like, how they act, what they say, and even their personalities which is what's supposed to give us our sense of individuality. One thing about this life is that it never dies unless all semblance and memories of it is gone.
I feel as if the humor of the scene, from our perspective, totally betrays the inner turmoil and drama actually present, if not actually perceptible.
... Within Kass, a roaring storm of solicitudes dispatched the matriarch's vociferous attempt to reason with the troubled yinglet, rendering Vizlet's allocution as so much inane babble. All of the oxygen in her brain felt as if syphoned into the whirling inferno of confusion, fueling her madness, eating away, evermore, at those centers formerly responsible for human logic. Her eyes glazing over, words seemed to lose all meaning. Nothing made sense, save the growing tension in her right arm. Her new, incomprehensible biology demanded an outlet, scratched and clawed at her ego for bittersweet release, for any way to express her inner pandemonium. Her body took over, prevailing where her ailing psyche failed her; she opened her clenched fist, lifted her right hand, and swung back her long, slender arm. A frenzy of thoughts discharged in an instant as one: "I'M NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
SMEK!
Kass' padded palm made violent contact ̶̶ at least, for a yinglet ̶̶ with the left side of Vizlet's snout, eliciting immediate silence from the old matriarch. She stared blankly at Kass for a moment, a blank, disturbed look about her face. Kass' internal chaos seems infectious. Vizlet's inner-voice is shaky; "This is impossible," her mouth inched toward her ears, slowly revealing a fang, and then another. Kass stands steadfast, brazenly remorseless, further enraging the advanced yinglet. How DARE she violate her generous matriarch's glorious face! The matriarch couldn't let this challenge pass without immediate resolution; death by her hand was the only recourse! Vizlet raised a taloned palm, striking in return, commencing a flurry of padded, stick-like swipes, and demure "SMEK" sounds, between the tussling females.
SMEK!
SMEK!
SMEK!SMEK!SMEK! ...
And good times were had by all. Give 'er the shell-shucker!
... Within Kass, a roaring storm of solicitudes dispatched the matriarch's vociferous attempt to reason with the troubled yinglet, rendering Vizlet's allocution as so much inane babble. All of the oxygen in her brain felt as if syphoned into the whirling inferno of confusion, fueling her madness, eating away, evermore, at those centers formerly responsible for human logic. Her eyes glazing over, words seemed to lose all meaning. Nothing made sense, save the growing tension in her right arm. Her new, incomprehensible biology demanded an outlet, scratched and clawed at her ego for bittersweet release, for any way to express her inner pandemonium. Her body took over, prevailing where her ailing psyche failed her; she opened her clenched fist, lifted her right hand, and swung back her long, slender arm. A frenzy of thoughts discharged in an instant as one: "I'M NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
SMEK!
Kass' padded palm made violent contact ̶̶ at least, for a yinglet ̶̶ with the left side of Vizlet's snout, eliciting immediate silence from the old matriarch. She stared blankly at Kass for a moment, a blank, disturbed look about her face. Kass' internal chaos seems infectious. Vizlet's inner-voice is shaky; "This is impossible," her mouth inched toward her ears, slowly revealing a fang, and then another. Kass stands steadfast, brazenly remorseless, further enraging the advanced yinglet. How DARE she violate her generous matriarch's glorious face! The matriarch couldn't let this challenge pass without immediate resolution; death by her hand was the only recourse! Vizlet raised a taloned palm, striking in return, commencing a flurry of padded, stick-like swipes, and demure "SMEK" sounds, between the tussling females.
SMEK!
SMEK!
SMEK!SMEK!SMEK! ...
And good times were had by all. Give 'er the shell-shucker!
For one who thinks about the long road a lot she sure hasn't thought of a way to achieve that without that annoying stupid reed or revealing to him that she was the one that made him dressed that way in the first place.... For some reason I want to ship the two of them if he ever gets his body back.
To be fair, Vizlet didn't think Kass was telling the truth about being human. She thought Kass was some country yinglet trying to be fancy or exotic. Imagine a small child in RL telling you that they're a dragon that was turned into a human. "Sure you are." :D
And yeah they would make an awesome couple. :D
And yeah they would make an awesome couple. :D
Honestly, I think this squabble is healthy for them, and maybe after this they can take a power nap. Once they wake up, I'm sure they'll have a better understanding of each other. Both are stressed by their own lives and should take an interest in the other's perspective. 'Cause I don't think Kass cares to be there, and Vizlet is trying to get him to understand why he should. At the same time, she herself is pushing her own agenda on to him without his consent.
I really love this comic. I should get around to saying that more. I mostly refrain from giving negative criticism 'cause I figure you've improved from the time you made these pages, so what would be the point? Also, I don't know a single thing about making comics, so I don't really think my advice would be as good as someone who actually does make comics, so… yeah.
I really love this comic. I should get around to saying that more. I mostly refrain from giving negative criticism 'cause I figure you've improved from the time you made these pages, so what would be the point? Also, I don't know a single thing about making comics, so I don't really think my advice would be as good as someone who actually does make comics, so… yeah.
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