I can see now the “no sharing photos or miis” in tomodachi life was more of a monekys paw curling in order for us to get no bad word filter.
I wonder if this was something the devs fought Nintendo for since the last game had a lot of the scunthrope problem going on
Happy 420 day heres Popha doing what he does every other day of the year
We got Phil Leotardo, Uncle June, his doppleganger Larry David, and Baby Billy Freeman from the Righteous Gemtones on the island too now
A fitting introduction for my new blorbo
is always nice trying a new look with some new cool and cheat clothing! just be mindful to not get it from shaddy magical places that may just turn you into a copy of someone more popular....
Lisa simpson in front of a glass case of THE BOARD OF CANADA
Love the guilotina
WEED CHOCOLATE RIVER
Primarina Mood Hit
Todays teens will never understand the dark necromancy we had to preform to make our favorite fictional characters on the Wii Mii maker
A magic spring is just the thing for @eivesy.bsky.social to spread their wings!
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#TFEveryday #Transfur
Will always forever be a big fan of the abstraction and artistic translations that were taken to make miis like this in the olden days. It was an art
IM GONNA CRY DUDE
early birthday gift i got from @focus.hyper.wang, by @ghostbellies.bsky.social! thank you so much!!
i'm honestly floored by how well this looks, from the shapes on display to the great line of action to the colors! oh, the colors!
Getting warped into a inflatable facade of a pony is one thing but cmon, Twilight isn't even in my top 3 of the Mane Six. Being an Alicorn Princess is sweet though, but idk if any of that magic actually will carry over through this rubber.
That perfume is so addictive... so easy to be lost in it forever...
Finished piece for @pickanmixes.bsky.social !
Why the solarpunk revolution will need a committee of DC Post-Hardcore Historians
The Free Speech Coalition is serious about starting an adult industry credit union. Part of this is being able to show regulators that enough people would use it, so please fill out this form if you're interested!
(Yes, credit unions can issue credit cards!)
www.freespeechcoalition.com/survey
The Forbiden Myspace Ritual
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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
Guess who forgot to cancel their substance painter subscription 🥲
opened for some emergency sketches, will start on em tomorrow 💕 if not picked I'm always available later ! forms.gle/zTF7QrPbJwEm...
Samath dressed in a heavy BDSM gimp-inspired look, covered head to hooves in tight shiny latex, with only his nipples exposed. He dons this outfit when it comes time for the warlocks of Panhide to celebrate the seasonal shift from summer to fall, when the veil between reality and fantasy is thinnest and their powers are at their greatest.
Samath at his most exposed, his chest and torso bare, his thighs and biceps proudly displayed and flexed, and a long mane of rubber cascading down his back, with little more than belt accessories around his biceps and forearms and a short belted skirt around his waist that doesn't quite conceal his rubber bulge underneath. Nordic runes are drawn down his pec to his waist in liquid latex. This is his appearance for Panhide's grand winter feast, when rubber-clad warlocks like Samath gather for a merry and uproarious time together to shut out the bitter cold weather.
Samath dressed sparingly with little more clothing than a few belt straps, manacles around his arm and leg with broken chains, and a strikingly red latex cape draped around a shoulder and down his back. Where his null bulge would usually be there is instead a metal cup guard with a rubbery fig leaf on top as if to make fun of his own faux nudity. In his right hand is a silver goblet that, fun fact, is permanently affixed to his glove so he can't put it down. This is to celebrate the coming of spring with his warlock brothers, a lecherous bacchanalia abundant with wine!
Samath in some much more modern-looking clothing, wearing a tight leathery jacket with a chest harness visible underneath, a large belt, and a pair of shiny chaps, with a pop of white in his gloves and boots. On his head is a large miur cap that shadows his eyes completely, giving him a mysterious, almost sinister, but evidently charming look. Samath dons this regalia in the heat of summer for a less secretive, more proud celebration of his warlock patron, often tempting others with an interest in the occult to reach out to Panhide as well. It being such a dark, snug, and high-coverage outfit for a summer event though tends to mean he gets sweaty quickly, which, while beads of glistening sweat trickling down the sleek latex makes for a striking visual, means if he asks you for some water you really ought to help him out. He'll thank you.
Samath isn't a one-trick goat when it comes to fashion-- or more that his warlock patron likes using him as a dress-up doll when it comes time for his pupils to gather for a seasonal celebration!
by Robert Gonsalves
