*laughs at her own dumb joke*
*laughs at her own dumb joke*
Sector X; Realm of tentacles. (un)Fortunately Cat’s been wearing clothes her entire trip across this barren planet.
Also I found a sick red scarf.
I’m gettin p sick of all these shenanigans if you have questions ask them if you want me then talk to me k like I don’t bite?
Either way if I don’t have anything to go on I’m probably gonna just ignore you no hard feelings. (like seriously? My name? What do you want me to respond with?????)
If this upsets you, give me your skype or an email or something I don’t care if it’s a spam one as long as I don’t have to leave responses to these weird-ass anon questions on this blog for unspecified amounts of time. I’ll just leave strange responses to strange questions over there instead.
Catalufa Pendragon: Lady of the Water
I’m gonna hop on board the “Draw your Starbound characters” bandwagon real fast since that seems to be a thing. Mine happens to be a fishy replica of Arturia (Saber) from Fate/
I also forced myself to do this in under ten minutes so I could make more room to actually play the game.
Like seriously I’ve had six hours of sleep since the beta came out.
Help me. I have an addiction.
Aight so basically I haven’t drawn anything in ever and I’m gonna use “My tablet really hates me” as an excuse this time. To be fair I do have the ability to draw stuff with like pencils and scan them, and really I enjoy doing that infinitely more than dealing with this piece of shit tablet.
I have been writing a lot though. Mostly because I rewatched [C] (That money anime) and realised that it didn’t have a novel/manga it was transferred from. So I said fuck it I could probably write a pretty decent novel adaptation. However due to the usual fact of THERE ARE TWO MOTHERFUCKING PEOPLE THAT GIVE ANY INPUT AT ALL I’m pretty sure none of you even care about that so yeah.
Just wanted to give my reasoning for not being around lately I guess. Normally I would care about updating you people as much as you care about talking to me, but I’ve gotten two new followers since I stopped doing anything (???oneofthemisapornblog?????)
So I’m just gonna sit here skribbling and listening to the UMD ED on loop because god damn that song is attractive.
Disgusting cereal is disgusting, but it helps keep enchanted crystal viruses from taking over your body, and so must be ingested most mornings. Usually before she’s decided on her colors for the day~
(I’ve decided her tail color is going to be constant, as well as her wings, but her main body changes colors depending on mood, and her wings change brightness depending on how energetic she is. Also she’s clearly not a morning person.)
Tadaa I did the thing~ Happy burfdeh 4real.
I was watching Blazblue Rachel videos and noticed in CP people got a few theme upgrades, and was saddened to discover that Rachel’s was missing a couple things I liked. So I played her old one and her new one at the same time and they went out of sync, so I said fuck it and mashed them together myself. I think it turned out rather well personally.
Woo for drawing GURPS characters I might not even plaaaay.
Also because I drew her ages ago. If you were around for that chunk of my shitty art life, I kinda pity you. But I’m also glad you’re still here. <3
Drawing OCs is fun! Also I was thinking about how vampires don’t cast shadows so they shouldn’t have and skin shading, but then I realised that would mean they don’t reflect any light and then they would just be pitch black all the time?
So I decided in any AU with vampires, they just suck up a bit of light from the local area and light themselves with it while simultaneously making the place a bit darker and creepier. It’s like magic. It is magic. Vampires yo.
Also Snakebird has a backstory it’s not just a thing.
Bringing your friends into any sort of porn related activity is usually a frowned upon practice. But it wasn’t a question. Grab them, get naked, and follow me!
No but seriously now that I have Manga Studio 5 (Fuckin good.) it’s going to be substantially easier to keep characters looking different from eachother, since I’m more focused on the little things rather than making them look HUMAN. So I’m just gonna mark Staebunni’s design as final from here out.
Some people just don’t realize how good they look without any <loth3s on.
This fine spe<im3n is one of them.
As the party surged around her, Myrria scanned the room for her mark. Anyone wearing a robe instead of armor; anyone with a notable seal somewhere on their body;something marking them of high rank; anyone who would pose a threat to the army of her beloved Lord Belial. A messenger or a leader would be the perfect pick for assassination, right? She focused her mind and her eyes caved into thin slits. Directly across the maelstrom of ale and puke, she set those eyes on her first target. Dancing gracefully around the swarm of drunken brawls and flailing arms, she slid up to a guard with a particularly commanding aura.
"I don’t suppose I would be able to speak with whomsoever is in charge here?" Her forked tongue began its work. "I’ve some… personal business to attend to with such a man." Myrria twirled her scarf around her finger tip, looking longingly up into the eyes of the man.
"Hah! That would be me" The brute spat loudly. "My name’s Fener, I’m captain around here! That means all these maggots answer to me and me alone!" His laughter sounded like the noise a pregnant ass makes. "Why, what’cha want with me lady?"
Myrria bore through the stench of his breath to respond. “I was hoping maybe you could teach me how you got so muscular. Or rather, show me~” She tilted her head softly to the side, angling her face downwards and her eyes up. Fener just looked confused.
"Slaying evil left and right all day; every day! A well balanced diet, coupled with-"
Her face pressed softly to his ear. “In private.”
She could practically feel the quake of his erection, or at least what it would have been if his blood weren’t so thin as it was. “Oh. I understand.” His voice was quieter, but Myrria doubted he could understand anything. “I suppose there’s an empty room or two upstairs we could use. After me if you would.” He groped her hand tightly and stumbled to the corner of the room with the stairs, tripping on the first one. A pair of guards noticed and broke into laughter, helping him up. By the time he had gotten on his feet and around the corner the whole room had noticed and was cheering for him like brain damaged cattle.
Up the stairs and two doors to the left was the room they entered. The moment the door was closed he started taking off his clothes, and tripped himself when his pants wouldn’t come off over his boots. By the time he was ready, Myrria had perched herself on the foot of the bed with nothing but her scarf covering herself. A few pats on the bed beside her were all that were needed to get Fener on all fours in her direction. Laying him down and wrapping her scarf around his arms was easy as cake, and tying his wrists to the bedpost only seemed like part of the ritual to the brute. Sitting softly down on his chest, her scaled body completely exposed, Myrria said the last words Fener would ever fully hear, not that he would understand.
"Try not to resist, it’ll only make this painful."
Sliding herself down his stomach was a pleasure in itself. Fener’s abs were rigid and the bumps they made teased her well enough to grind over for a few seconds. Cringing at the truth, Myrria knew that time wasn’t something she had much of to spare, and she backed the rest of the way to his now impossibly stiff erection. The feeling of its warmth on her ass was a sensation she wasn’t yet used to. It felt both hard and soft at the same time. Like a warm rod of steel covered in velvet. Smooth to the touch over her scaly skin, and yet as it traced its line over both her holes, it was unbending. When his cock was in position, she traced a few soft circles around her sensitive spot, and braced herself by looking at Fener’s hideous expression, before sliding herself down onto it.
She wasn’t sure whether the overpowering joy or hatred took over, but she lost herself in one of the two. Placing her hands firmly on his chest she pushed herself back up to the top of his shaft and dropped down over it again. Repeating this motion more and more, faster and faster, forgetting why she was there in the first place, waves of pleasure bathing her from the crotch up throughout her body, her fingers curling and scratching into Fener’s chest. Myrria slid her body forward, skin to skin with him as she pulsed her body, and nibbled on the base of his neck. Fener simply tilted his head and rested his face on her hair. Her orgasm pulsed out, tightening and twisting her insides around him. One of her legs bucked off to the side, and her breath stopped for just a moment. Myrria lay there a few seconds feeling both herself and the object inside her body twitching. The hot juices from the hideous man below her pumping inside her body.
"Not to worry, Belial will purge me. He wouldn’t allow anyone other than himself to use my womb." Myrria reached over top of Fener and grabbed the part of her scarf his head had been resting on.
"B- Belial?" Fener tried to speak, but her poison had taken a firm effect without him even realizing, and his mouth was only barely able to move. "That me- means you’re par- part of-"
"Yes dear. Yes I am. And you’re part of the futile resistance." She pulled the center of her scarf tightly, and Fener’s arms rose up as the tied part of the bedposts were cut cleanly through. “It’s a shame you won’t be able to watch your city burn though.” Pulling Fener into her, she kissed his lips softly, before baring her fangs and driving them into his throat.
Myrria leaned on the wall at the bottom of the stairs, nothing but her simple scarf covering her form. “If anyone was keeping track of time, two minutes.” The floor went wild with laughter for thirty seconds at least. When it finally died down, she sent out her request: “Does anyone here have any magic tricks that will help you last longer than him? I’m an aspiring mage, and I would love to see some that would help my every day life. In private of course.” She smiled, and her bright red lipstick shone throughout the room. One of the robed men was pushed forward to her by the giggling schoolgirls, and she lightly held out her hand for him to grab.
Up the stairs and three doors to the left was the room they entered. The moment the door was closed he started taking off his clothes.
To celebrate Deadman Wonderland updating again; have a shittily colored transparent Shiro’s second suit.
And to go with Slug, master of OC’s work; Here, have an everything girl of my own. She lost a wing in an explosion a while ago but it’s okay because otherworldly piles of gloop are here to save the day. :3