So I've had a Patreon for a while but I've never really plugged it, gonna try and see if I can make a lil income from art. Idea is you'll get early access to finished art pieces, sketches for future projects, high res images, SAUCEY STUFF? First post is live now!
www.patreon.com/posts/delaye...
It feels like every episode of Dr. Stone has some new thing that makes me want to scream and piss and gnash my teeth and it leaves me in a state where I can't tell if I like the show for it's genuinely interesting ideas or hate it.
They call it blue sky because you look and there's nothing there.
I think the exception that proves the rule there is thinking all dinosaurs whip ass.
I would love to have a lanky build so I could wear big-ass shirts like this. It seems like it'd be so breezy.
Yo, what's a good instance of mastodon for weird furry hyper kink junk?
Tank tops, but I'm weird.
A deep frustration of the now is that if I use a program and it's got problems, it's hard to tell if it's people who have genuinely reached beyond their grasp to make something, or if it's just shitheads trying to vibecode their way to a paycheck.
this ends in abour 1 hour and 20 minutes
I do actually sing this to the song all the time, this one absolutely brain-rotted me
I've got such a persisting case of borborygmus that I swear to god I must have swallowed an industrial carbonation machine while sleeping or something.
I had no idea this was even a thing so thank you SO much for posting because I have to get this now.
To all my black furries! I’m trynna graduate from Morehouse College this semester but I need your help! docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAI…
My cover of Erik Satie's 'Gymnopedie No. 1' is now available on most streaming services!
song.link/x2k9tsn9j6dm6
So by wild happenstance, I've come into possession of a gavel, and let me tell you, as the proud owner of a gavel, I think everyone should have one of these. Someone's talking some bullshit you don't care about? A few knocks on the sounding block and you are done with that bullshit. 10/10.
As I approach my 40's, I have come to the horrific realization that I think dads are right about the thermostat. Stop touchin' it, just put on a different outfit if you're too hot or too cold, dangnabbit.
Who's that blue asshole? He sucks.
Oh dang, I didn't know you were working on Umbert Actually! I need to pay more attention.
Table Based Microblogging! It's the future!
Hmm, I may have let some chicken I seasoned sit a couple days too many.
Back to #AbioticFactor tonight! 9pm EST/6pm PST!
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Farbtoner
found out that this is a legitimate company and I'm losing my goddamn mind
It'd be cool to see a factory game about rewilding a place.
"Oh hey, this milk I got at the beginning of the month and never opened. I wonder if it's any good? I'll just pour myself a glass and see." And then I took a big ol' swig of yogurt.
WRITING COMMISSIONS OPEN! $30 for 1000 words! Discounts for longer stories! I'm excited to write for folks! Bowser: "Value like this is why I married you, sweet stuff!" Samples: “Y’ready down there, snacksize?” came Paul’s deep, gruff voice. It was punctuated by an equally deep and powerful rumble from his gut, which quaked over the poor bull’s body with alarming force. He didn’t wait for Monty’s reply before he drove his hips forward, skewering the boy in one bed-shaking thrust. “Good start,” the Queen intoned, crossing her legs. Brown-furred thighs buried the acolyte, pinning him against her crotch. This freed her hands up, and she cupped her ample bust, admiring the deep cleavage in the plunging, furred neckline. Her long, black boots caught the light beautifully. With each lap of his tongue he forgot his worries; each approving grunt from that fatherly Doberman silenced another of his doubts. This is good, he thought as his muzzle squashed between those toned cheeks. This is so fucking good. This is where I belong. The playdate had escalated from initial touching to hole-eating and then to full anal excavation. And throughout, in the heady delirium of the scene, everything I did was to serve and worship her abyss. As a bottom, she was greedy and assertive. She understood that in her power dynamic of choice, the entire world was her throne, to be sat on and engulfed for her indulgence. And in the giddy daze of afterglow I knew that I had had a transformative experience - even though it was her hole that had been worked from a soft pucker into a meaty cavern. She had, literally, flexed on me.
I need MONEY! Comms are OPEN! Taking a few slots for now! DM me for inquiries and for longer samples!
When the boubas are kiki.
Ah, the dodickahardon.
I'm a bit baffled by the color choices for the basic set of POSCA markers. There's two blues and a pink, but no orange or purple.