my oc fos and staggs oc adam doin the usual

just two guys in love
#foscallahan

OOH I NEED THESE GUYYSS THEY'RE SO CUTE

Got some new lil guys who will be up for preorder soon 🤡❤️

drawing of a hand reaching up with water circling the index and middle finger. the arm is very muscular with visible veins

drawing of two heavily tattooed hands. one is holding a cigarette and the other is flipping off the viewer.

drawing of a creepy black hand reaching down. it has long, pointy nails and is missing the middle and ring finger

drawing of a hand reaching towards the viewer, palm up. the nails are painted a sparkly, olive green.

ive just been working on commissions so here's my favs so far 💪

#art

oldie.

A smirking, evil-looking vampire-witch gripping a bloody-tipped dagger with both hands outstretched, long black hair flowing in streamer-like waves. Next sketch: a leathery winged man with pale hair and the hind legs of a leopard, grips his bride-to-be in a heater embrace as they are locked in obscured passion. Last sketch: The Mademoiselle Vorona holds a small, bundle in one arm and twists aside the swaddled cloth to reveal a tiny babe. Her dark hair is coiffed large in the fashion of an 18th century French wig, pallid face bearing needle-like. Her delicate fangs baring as she smiled down at the precious bundle, it's smooth, chubby hand innocently reaching up to the ribbon at her bust. "Hello" and "Sweetling." Is written on each side of her head — implying dialogue.

Dark doodles for my project.
#art #ocsky #vampire

The violent jump from 2019 to 2026

Well, well... a lot has happened since then

our story opens in the research lab—a hub for studying the everchanging zombie virus, and carrying out the meticulous research required to counteract all its myths and mysteries. mod is under-dressed, clad in only a crispy, white bodysuit, goggles, and a standard face mask. her coworker is wearing a full, industrial-grade hazmat suit. they're hard at work (or hardly working), and it seem mod has a case of the hiccups. ordinarily, it would be a mundane affliction. but in the midst of an all-out zombie apocalypse, it was a symptom. her coworker eyes her steadily, his mind already bracing the grief that comes after. he questions her. pointing out her suspicious ailment. she pauses, for just a moment, and then seems to unravel. she swipes a hand across her jaw, her blushing face visible even through layers of medical protection. her mouth is concealed, but you don't need x-ray machinery to tell it's a massive, shit-eating grin hiding just beneath. without guilt, she lies. "HYUP!" "...you all good over there, agent? been hiccuping an awful lot." "oh yeah. i ate a bit too fast during lunch. those military rations really do a number on your throat, don't they?"

through the power of flashback, the truth is revealed. a conspiratorial meeting over lunch between her and georgie. she has him backed up against a brick wall, sequestered away in some semi-private cranny of the base. she's knelt at his feet, one hand gripped around his cock while he flails uselessly above her. he has no idea what to do with his hands without computer screens and militarized gadgets to keep him productive. she's teasing him. stringing him along off pretty words and hungry lips. mod taunts him cruelly, with no intention of providing relief. and the poor boy can't take it. he grabs her head and sinks himself down her throat, much to her zealous surprise. was this her ploy all along? to dangle that carrot on a stick just long enough for the rabbit to grow teeth? who can say. he rapidly humps against her face with wild abandon. it's futile to try and stop himself. it feels too good, and she's clearly eager to endure his enthusiasm. georgie isn't being quiet. any bystanders are probably getting an earful of whimpering man-slut. but they're probably used to it by now. no point in intervening, lest they incur the wrath of commander mod. "c-c-commander... please... q-quit teasing me! i-i-i-i—i'm g-gonna go crazy!!!" "don't cry, baby boy. didn't they teach you an ounce of discipline in basic training? just be quiet." "i'll suck you when i fuckin' feel like it, alri—" "HOOMPH!!!" "i'm sorry! i'm s-s-sorry! i c-c-can't do this, i can't!!! i—ah! ah!!!" "nnngh! ngh—ah!! ohhhh my GOD."

based on a comment i got on the other post, i just had to draw it.

a two-image sequence featuring georgie from quarantine zone, and our titular heroine, mod. the scene opens with georgie dressing himself within the communal space of the security zone, pulling an army green shirt over his torso. we see glimpses of marks adorning the map of his skin—healing bruises on his neck, and dental imprints on his tummy. it appears someone, or something, might have tried to take a chunk out of our boy. his fellow survivors are shocked, alerting him to his grim situation. but he quickly deflects, attempting to defend himself against the accusation. mod sweeps in before he has a chance to explain his predicament, snatching the shirt across the remainder of his body, effectively hiding the evidence. she wards them away with a direct threat, and not-so-subtly implies the source of his injuries may have nothing to do with the threats lurking outside their walls. rather, it has everything to do with the threat lurking beneath his bedsheets each and every night. "georgie?! you're bit! you're fuckin' bit, man!!" "n-n-no! i-it's not— it isn't what you're thinking! i just— w-we were..." "you say a word about this to the major, and i'm feedin' you to the zombie, you hear?" "let the guy get a bit of action, alright?"

love bites in the post-apocalypse.

I can't resist drawing glacier's new OCs when they make them and it sickens me

werewolf leonnnnnn

oh mr milk man. milk me a man.

clark kent -- biting shreds into his work shirt, his glasses slouched, his cheeks flushed, his chest bulging slick with sweat. his right arm is hovering below the camera, moving quickly back and forth, implying very private things.

heyyyyyyrturgjfjgdjfgkfgskfskdfs

mod.

a sketch collage of various poses featuring clark kent and maud parch. in the middle; her upright and poised on his lap, staring down at him while he lays back with a terribly goofy look of genuine awe. she's blushing just as hard, but veils her emotions behind a subtle balance of composure. the right image; her playfully dragging her tongue along his jaw. like some kind of domesticated cat. he looks completely unbothered. in fact, he looks a bit giddy, and pleased. his dimples are deep. the left image; his humongous frame is nearly swallowing her as he fucks her into the bed, one arm very carefully wrapped around her while the other crushes the headboard from the sheer effort it takes to not piledrive her into atomized dust.

you're the man of tomorrow, but i'll have you just for tonight.

Brass snail

Brass snail mesuring tape

The best thing ive ever found in a garadge sale, a snail that is also a mesuring tape

Girlfriends Return!♡ (I missed them)

Selling off a few last OCs feel free to send a dm with an offer

I'll throw in a fb ref for whoever purchases Huck!

How it feels trying to communicate on discord rn LOL

[ #oc ] the red herring

A cover of mantis. It is an X-ray of a chest and says mantis, a horror solo rpg of sexual cannibalism by witty Volkova

A photo of a bloodied witty in a white dress with a giger pattern background

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Yall im so obsessed they all look so cute omfg tomodachi life my beloved…

The yellow M&M hunched over asking "u good?" to the red M&M who is laying on the ground, and replying "no"

Bluesky for the last 16hrs:

A digital drawing of a little cowboy wearing cowboy boots and a cowboy hat that are much too big. There is text that reads 'This town IS big enough for both of us... because I'm only very small.'

#3307 Your new cowboy friend

they investigate the supernatural when theyre not bickering #oc

I met you under the wisteria tree 🪻

my brushes 🫶

i still like this one 🌊🎨