i appreciate you and your fat ass

I'm not playing Pokemon Champions, but it DOES have me thinking about Mega Dragonite again. 👀

Guardian of the seas? yeah right! you cant even guard your own waistline, buddy!!!

agares is so good

mood lighting

Bluesky WORLDWIDE DAY OF PLAY WE'RE OUTSIDE PLAYING AND YOU SHOULD BE, TOO!

did you show them your womb tattoo or would that send you to HR

maybe the next prompt will fix it

Warrior: "HAH! I should have guessed the so-called Spinster of Hell would be some kind of dandy. This will be easier than mowing a patch of pansies." Tarante: "Oh, how charming. Another filthy mortal who would rather earn acclaim from taking the heads of daemons than try taking a bath for once. I know your type well, child of man." In the dark, opulent mansion lit by the warm glow of a hanging chandelier, a dirtied human in sparse armor brandishing a sword approaches Tarante, a spider-like demon cloaked in a thick robe. While the human has a battle-hungry look in his eyes, the demon seems to look down on him with the kind of concern gaze reserved for a dying housefly buzzing on the floor of your bedroom.

Tarante: "This current age of mortals breeds your ilk all too frequently-- Men who believe that they are abstaining from luxury out of a stoic sense of masculine superiority, when in truth they simply deprive themselves of common decency." Warrior: "ACKH-!! What the hell-!?" Tarante: "Your unkempt hair, contemptible manners, and malodorous presentation belies not the incarnate idol of prime human form you envision for yourself, but a shaking, quivering fear of being perceived as even the slightest bit feminized. Fear not, my dear guest-- Though your existence is most pitiful, it is one that I have extensive experience in rectifying..." Warrior: "w-Wait! STOP!! C-Cease this at once!" Tarante: "No thanks are necessary (though it would be polite), seeing as I will be helping myself to your ability to take arms against my fiendish kinfolk as payment." Suddenly ensnared in Tarante's magic spiderwebs, the human is restrained, the demon's six arms tugging and pulling at him, threads pulling apart his old clothing, weaving into the fabrics to reconstruct them into expensive high-class garments. As his clothing changes, so too does his body, his face elongating into an equine snout, his feet turning to hooves, the corsetry around his waist squeezing his old gut into a slimmer silhouette as his pecs become extremely accentuated.

Tarante: "There you are, my dear. Who could have ever guessed such a ruffian came to become an elegant stallion gentleman such as yourself?" (ex) Warrior: "hhrgh... grh... ff... ffff...!" Tarante: "Oh my, what forces you to hold your tongue so? Could it be that you intend to use some unsavory language towards my self, your dear benefactor? Ah yes, I do presume mankind has yet to produce more readily available garments that would fit your new physique. Not to worry, I will always be at your service to clothe your fanciful self-- Coats, cloaks, chaps, corsetry, all shall be generously provided by yours truly. You need not even ask!" Warrior: "..." Tarante: "You may thank me now." Warrior: "th-Thank you, my fffffriend..." Tarante: "Very good." The demon's curse complete, the filthy mortal exorcist is now a proud, devilish bicorn-- a handsome dark stallion with two protruding horns arcing from his scalp, dressed in the finest regalia whether he wants to be or not. He struggles and grimaces where he stands, but seems to be unable to fight any longer, as the count forces words of gratitude from his clenched jaw. While he seems to be suffering a humiliating defeat, the long bulge in his trousers seems to imply he's enjoying this more than he lets on.

Count Tarante is not a stranger to would-be demon hunters strolling into his opulent mansion hoping to score an easy kill on a demonic aristocrat. Even so, the thrill of getting to weaponize his tailoring talent never does get old for him, reshaping ruffians into monstrous gentleman! #tftuesday

Roc, sona, being mounted by Raaket, Raaket's short ear owl. #sizedifference #hyper #hirsutism

Raaket engaging in the sex, Roc grunting along. #sizedifference #hyper #hirsutism

Raaket unloading their massive buildup with Roc wordlessly complaining about the mess. #sizedifference #hyper #hirsutism #cumflation

Owls have to look out for each other.

Even when one of them is as big as a whale, and the other more hung than a horse.

🖼💲 - @denilsexo.bsky.social
🦉 - @raaket.hyper.wang

Thank you Jame .

bust a groove really doesnt get talked about enough in the ps1 era of rhythm games.

also owlboy is the main reason why i have an owl fursona

Student Owl Adopt

My treat for when I finish writing a passage is that i get to add more colors to him

Care for a drink?~

This piece of Gryph-Lee was done by @bearlyfeline.bsky.social, who's work has crossed my feed frequently over the past year but every time they opened up for new waist-up slots I wasn't able to act on it. UNTIL last round!

Suffice to say, I am exceptionally satisfied. <3 <3 <3

i saw oomfies doing these

grids.fun/t/about-me-v...

Some people come to the beach to see the spectacular views at certain times of day.

Others come to see Sparky, who might just be the view in and of himself.

Fantastic piece of animation from @parttimeyeen.bsky.social, thanks so much for working on this!!

Put the derg in something formfitting. x3

isnt echolocation supposed to be impossible to hear?

🎨: @booneyard.bsky.social

HAPPY 🎊🎁FUCKING 🎂BIRTHDAY🍫 🎉 YOU SLUT ! 😛MAY ALL 🙌🏼YOUR 💫WISHES✨ ⭐️🌟COME TRUE ON THIS ☀👌🏼👌🏼️BEAUTIFUL 😍DAY

cw sound , nsfw , rpg mechanics
some goofy animation i did ... @fishybone.bsky.social helped with sound and some animation help YAY !!! it is silly i hope you enjoy #tokerart

Mmmmm i pony

i love this self indulgent being

A bird in prospit pajamas introduces himself to the dragon. "Hi, co-prospitian!" He then looks down disappointed. "What." the dragon replies, looking annoyed. "No-no, it's.." He stumbles "It's just uh." He looks down again. "No shoes?" The view is of his feet. The dragon replies "No shoes, Don't do em."

Medolyx in Prospit pajamas. His Emblem has changed to fit the environment.

happy 4/13

🎨 : bird friend who i'd feed the sopor pie to from the requiem cafe

Soph (me) (chibified) sitting at my desk typing out that post. Hootwald watches over my shoulder and asks "soph what does that even mean." he will soon find out

Soph (me) forcibly grabbing Hootwald's balls, making him jump as the lights in his eyes suddenly flash and he lets out a loud glitchy "A" i don't even know, i was doodling this while waiting for feedback on a commission lmao

diagrams

i want to try this NOW

A bulky, aged-looking gargoyle seated at a gaming desk, with a computer monitor displaying a game where he seems to be playing as an identical gargoyle to himself called Cryst. He seems to have outgrown his clothing-- his shirt is riddled with holes and his enormous cock is throbbing free from his shorts. Cryst: "Eh? What's that look for, ya lil pebble?" POV: "um..." Cryst: "A gargoyle has to have SOME way to wait out the daylight, and no one's too old for video games!" POV: "okay, but... last I saw you, you were a human." Cryst: "HUMAN!? You can't be going senile before I do, kiddo."

A bulky, aged-looking gargoyle seated at a gaming desk, with a computer monitor displaying a game where he seems to be playing as an identical gargoyle to himself called Cryst. He seems to have outgrown his clothing-- his shirt is riddled with holes and his enormous cock is throbbing free from his shorts. On the wall behind him is a poster of Sophlucha, which @sphinxbuster.bsky.social requested personally and it made me blush like goofy lmao

It feels like you haven't seen your buddy at all ever since that new mmorpg came out. You decide to pay them a visit, only to find a hulking, grandfatherly gargoyle seated at their gaming desk, wearing your friend's old, ill-fitting clothes... #tfeveryday

Comm for @sphinxbuster.bsky.social!