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To be fair, the amount of euphoric atheists online are really loud and annoying. I’m not surprised someone actually did a piece calling them out for being spiteful hypocrites.
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Oh absolutely. There's nothing wrong with that particular message. The art of her scene/emo persona kneeling and holding a Bible with an angry dog thing next to her just takes away any seriousness or credibility the piece has for me. lol
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A Christian, asexual furry, if that flag on her ref sheet is any indication.
This makes Jesus very happy.
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Have you ever watched Fullmetal Alchemist and thought to yourself 'I really want to fuck that girl who got forcibly merged with her dog?' Then Tobyart is your man.
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Could be, the guy who commissioned this piece is obsessed with Scooby Doo transforming into weird things:
Also, he has a vomit fetish:
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I mean, if she can grow up and get laid, anyone can. There’s hope for everyone.
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christ. you weren't kidding about the Scooby Doo fetish.
I'm beginning to question the value of my own memories. What was I before all of this? How long have I been here? But, more importantly, why should I care? None of it feels important. How could it in the face of such... wonders? I feel breathless; hesitant to admit the truth, but I feel as though I must confess with all due sincerity: humanity is fuckin' overrated.
Time means nothing to me. Days? Weeks? Months? An eternity beneath this lake of wind and ghosts; I think I feel asleep once and awoke to find myself asleep again. Over and over again; falling; deeper; deeper into slumber... until I was caught. I could see gold; I could feel warmth; I could hear the whispers of something formless upon me. Have you ever had your soul molested by a dream?
It touched me. God, it touched me! It felt so real; so familiar. Like a fragment of a phantom scraping along the bowl of my skull; a warm memory whispering grow into my brains. Who am I to deny such a sincere request? My arms and legs splayed; spread; vulnerable. A nameless fear grips my heart; a last chance at rhyme and reason, but like a hand of ash, it falls into nothingness. I wonder, now, why I ever resisted.
This isn't an illusion; the blood in my loins let me know that beyond a shadow of a doubt. I felt aroused - once, twice, and then again! Erecting an erection; bloating on the fire of my own innate lusts. I knew I was starting to lose my mind, then. It's so frustrating; so unreal! I wanted it, though; I flexed my groin over and over, each tight clench forcing more from myself; more from my meat. Oh, I feel so red! I feel oh so RED!
It's impossible, but I felt the broad shadow of my own length towering over me, the sound of my own heartbeat thumping through the gilded silk I lay upon. Is this... mine? Or does it own me, now? I feel a sense of shame; of unwieldiness. All four limbs couldn't hope to satisfy the urges boiling in the cauldron of my body. I started to thrust then; worried; encumbered; burning. Dollops rain upon me, but it means nothing; it's not release, though it shames anything I have ever experienced previously that I would dare to call a 'climax.'
Nothing is impossible in a dream, however. Those warm paws glide along my flesh; coercing me; urging me on. The soothing whispers calm my hungry heart; I've an eternity within the dream, so why not enjoy myself? My concerns quiet themselves; he's right. He's never been more right. Ah, but I'm so fuckin' horny; how could anyone stop the thrust of their hips? The drag of their breath? The curl of their toes?
I don't remember much between then and the lashes. Massaged and assuaged by a mirage 'til I became aware once more. Long slivers of wispy golden light squirm and dance around the webbing like leeches within a glassy lake, their very presence just as warm and comforting as their master. And then they touched me; ah! Like a sting! Like a whip of sex from all directions; a blissful arc that rakes over my body in all directions! It touches me; it burns me; I feel darker and darker... and fur sprouts from the shallow wounds.
The feeling is electrical; I cannot stop squirming! My spine aches with action; my tail... m... my tail? What an exciting sensation! Ah, this fur-- this FUR! My toes; cracking. Fingers; popping. More. MORE! Why did I EVER bother having this useless pink skin in the first place!? Please-- PLEASE! I beg of you! Change me! Fuckin' CHANGE me! Y-Yeh do it do it DO IT! Hrrnnghhff-- right in the face, I feel it-- I FEEL IT! Ouurhh- uunnh-- ourrgh'ghnnhghk--aah-aaahnnggh--!
*CRRRRIK'POP'POP'POP'CRRRRUNCH!* RRghHrhgghGHRR'HOUURRGGHH'HWRRGGHL!
... ReeHEEheeheeheehee...
Humanity is fuckin' overrated. I don't remember what I was anymore; I don't know how long it's been since I've forgotten, either. In fact, I can barely function; I've been blowin' this load for... Days? Weeks? Months? It feels so good; why would I ever want something like this to stop? Something so... wonderful. D'you think if I cum enough, the dream will let me go? I'd love to share this gift with you. More than you could possibly know. But for now, I'm gonna keep dreamin' - hard. An' when I wake up - when I finally get my ticket outta this web? ... ReeHEEheeheeheehee... Oh, the things I'm gonna share.
"... ReeHEEheeheeheehee..."
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christ. you weren't kidding about the Scooby Doo fetish.
I'm beginning to question the value of my own memories. What was I before all of this? How long have I been here? But, more importantly, why should I care? None of it feels important. How could it in the face of such... wonders? I feel breathless; hesitant to admit the truth, but I feel as though I must confess with all due sincerity: humanity is fuckin' overrated.
Time means nothing to me. Days? Weeks? Months? An eternity beneath this lake of wind and ghosts; I think I feel asleep once and awoke to find myself asleep again. Over and over again; falling; deeper; deeper into slumber... until I was caught. I could see gold; I could feel warmth; I could hear the whispers of something formless upon me. Have you ever had your soul molested by a dream?
It touched me. God, it touched me! It felt so real; so familiar. Like a fragment of a phantom scraping along the bowl of my skull; a warm memory whispering grow into my brains. Who am I to deny such a sincere request? My arms and legs splayed; spread; vulnerable. A nameless fear grips my heart; a last chance at rhyme and reason, but like a hand of ash, it falls into nothingness. I wonder, now, why I ever resisted.
This isn't an illusion; the blood in my loins let me know that beyond a shadow of a doubt. I felt aroused - once, twice, and then again! Erecting an erection; bloating on the fire of my own innate lusts. I knew I was starting to lose my mind, then. It's so frustrating; so unreal! I wanted it, though; I flexed my groin over and over, each tight clench forcing more from myself; more from my meat. Oh, I feel so red! I feel oh so RED!
It's impossible, but I felt the broad shadow of my own length towering over me, the sound of my own heartbeat thumping through the gilded silk I lay upon. Is this... mine? Or does it own me, now? I feel a sense of shame; of unwieldiness. All four limbs couldn't hope to satisfy the urges boiling in the cauldron of my body. I started to thrust then; worried; encumbered; burning. Dollops rain upon me, but it means nothing; it's not release, though it shames anything I have ever experienced previously that I would dare to call a 'climax.'
Nothing is impossible in a dream, however. Those warm paws glide along my flesh; coercing me; urging me on. The soothing whispers calm my hungry heart; I've an eternity within the dream, so why not enjoy myself? My concerns quiet themselves; he's right. He's never been more right. Ah, but I'm so fuckin' horny; how could anyone stop the thrust of their hips? The drag of their breath? The curl of their toes?
I don't remember much between then and the lashes. Massaged and assuaged by a mirage 'til I became aware once more. Long slivers of wispy golden light squirm and dance around the webbing like leeches within a glassy lake, their very presence just as warm and comforting as their master. And then they touched me; ah! Like a sting! Like a whip of sex from all directions; a blissful arc that rakes over my body in all directions! It touches me; it burns me; I feel darker and darker... and fur sprouts from the shallow wounds.
The feeling is electrical; I cannot stop squirming! My spine aches with action; my tail... m... my tail? What an exciting sensation! Ah, this fur-- this FUR! My toes; cracking. Fingers; popping. More. MORE! Why did I EVER bother having this useless pink skin in the first place!? Please-- PLEASE! I beg of you! Change me! Fuckin' CHANGE me! Y-Yeh do it do it DO IT! Hrrnnghhff-- right in the face, I feel it-- I FEEL IT! Ouurhh- uunnh-- ourrgh'ghnnhghk--aah-aaahnnggh--!
*CRRRRIK'POP'POP'POP'CRRRRUNCH!* RRghHrhgghGHRR'HOUURRGGHH'HWRRGGHL!
... ReeHEEheeheeheehee...
Humanity is fuckin' overrated. I don't remember what I was anymore; I don't know how long it's been since I've forgotten, either. In fact, I can barely function; I've been blowin' this load for... Days? Weeks? Months? It feels so good; why would I ever want something like this to stop? Something so... wonderful. D'you think if I cum enough, the dream will let me go? I'd love to share this gift with you. More than you could possibly know. But for now, I'm gonna keep dreamin' - hard. An' when I wake up - when I finally get my ticket outta this web? ... ReeHEEheeheeheehee... Oh, the things I'm gonna share.
"... ReeHEEheeheeheehee..."
That guy's literally given Aggrobadger at least $5,000 in commissioned artwork.
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good for the artist. no harm taking commissions like that if they pay. i'd certainly do it.
...in fact, :powerlevel: i'd consider it a personal accomplishment to see art of mine linked in this thread, knowing full well that i accepted the money and entertained two different crowds with one piece.
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good for the artist. no harm taking commissions like that if they pay. i'd certainly do it.
...in fact, :powerlevel: i'd consider it a personal accomplishment to see art of mine linked in this thread, knowing full well that i accepted the money and entertained two different crowds with one piece.
I suppose after having to do commissions for complete nutcases like Leoian and PheagleAdler, drawing giant dick Scooby Doo would be a breath of fresh air.
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The second they're self-aware that what they want is outside normal people's comfort zone, reasonable artists jack the price up. Knew a person who had absolutely no issues drawing hyper fat, scat, vomit, death etc., but would still charge like 33% extra for it. To add some squiggly lines in the shape of a turd.good for the artist. no harm taking commissions like that if they pay. i'd certainly do it.
...in fact, :powerlevel: i'd consider it a personal accomplishment to see art of mine linked in this thread, knowing full well that i accepted the money and entertained two different crowds with one piece.
I'm sure he's glad he can continue to draw the same donut steel Scooby Doo at 2x his usual rate.
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A friend of mine sent me this and told me to post it here. If I have to suffer, so do you.
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I’m going to assume tail vore. At first I thought the tail was a big blue poop, though.A friend of mine sent me this and told me to post it here. If I have to suffer, so do you.
yeahweknow
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is that the death note font
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Found a diaper, Paw Patrol, and pool toy obsessed autist whose fursona is a diaper wearing inflatable Barney:
Which was based off a mylar balloon from the early 90s that he's been obsessed with for 20+ years:
He also wants the makers of Paw Patrol to write his fursona and his IRL dog into the show.
Which was based off a mylar balloon from the early 90s that he's been obsessed with for 20+ years:
He also wants the makers of Paw Patrol to write his fursona and his IRL dog into the show.
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What even is happening there? What are they merging into?
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A farting blob or something.
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christ. you weren't kidding about the Scooby Doo fetish.
I'm beginning to question the value of my own memories. What was I before all of this? How long have I been here? But, more importantly, why should I care? None of it feels important. How could it in the face of such... wonders? I feel breathless; hesitant to admit the truth, but I feel as though I must confess with all due sincerity: humanity is fuckin' overrated.
Time means nothing to me. Days? Weeks? Months? An eternity beneath this lake of wind and ghosts; I think I feel asleep once and awoke to find myself asleep again. Over and over again; falling; deeper; deeper into slumber... until I was caught. I could see gold; I could feel warmth; I could hear the whispers of something formless upon me. Have you ever had your soul molested by a dream?
It touched me. God, it touched me! It felt so real; so familiar. Like a fragment of a phantom scraping along the bowl of my skull; a warm memory whispering grow into my brains. Who am I to deny such a sincere request? My arms and legs splayed; spread; vulnerable. A nameless fear grips my heart; a last chance at rhyme and reason, but like a hand of ash, it falls into nothingness. I wonder, now, why I ever resisted.
This isn't an illusion; the blood in my loins let me know that beyond a shadow of a doubt. I felt aroused - once, twice, and then again! Erecting an erection; bloating on the fire of my own innate lusts. I knew I was starting to lose my mind, then. It's so frustrating; so unreal! I wanted it, though; I flexed my groin over and over, each tight clench forcing more from myself; more from my meat. Oh, I feel so red! I feel oh so RED!
It's impossible, but I felt the broad shadow of my own length towering over me, the sound of my own heartbeat thumping through the gilded silk I lay upon. Is this... mine? Or does it own me, now? I feel a sense of shame; of unwieldiness. All four limbs couldn't hope to satisfy the urges boiling in the cauldron of my body. I started to thrust then; worried; encumbered; burning. Dollops rain upon me, but it means nothing; it's not release, though it shames anything I have ever experienced previously that I would dare to call a 'climax.'
Nothing is impossible in a dream, however. Those warm paws glide along my flesh; coercing me; urging me on. The soothing whispers calm my hungry heart; I've an eternity within the dream, so why not enjoy myself? My concerns quiet themselves; he's right. He's never been more right. Ah, but I'm so fuckin' horny; how could anyone stop the thrust of their hips? The drag of their breath? The curl of their toes?
I don't remember much between then and the lashes. Massaged and assuaged by a mirage 'til I became aware once more. Long slivers of wispy golden light squirm and dance around the webbing like leeches within a glassy lake, their very presence just as warm and comforting as their master. And then they touched me; ah! Like a sting! Like a whip of sex from all directions; a blissful arc that rakes over my body in all directions! It touches me; it burns me; I feel darker and darker... and fur sprouts from the shallow wounds.
The feeling is electrical; I cannot stop squirming! My spine aches with action; my tail... m... my tail? What an exciting sensation! Ah, this fur-- this FUR! My toes; cracking. Fingers; popping. More. MORE! Why did I EVER bother having this useless pink skin in the first place!? Please-- PLEASE! I beg of you! Change me! Fuckin' CHANGE me! Y-Yeh do it do it DO IT! Hrrnnghhff-- right in the face, I feel it-- I FEEL IT! Ouurhh- uunnh-- ourrgh'ghnnhghk--aah-aaahnnggh--!
*CRRRRIK'POP'POP'POP'CRRRRUNCH!* RRghHrhgghGHRR'HOUURRGGHH'HWRRGGHL!
... ReeHEEheeheeheehee...
Humanity is fuckin' overrated. I don't remember what I was anymore; I don't know how long it's been since I've forgotten, either. In fact, I can barely function; I've been blowin' this load for... Days? Weeks? Months? It feels so good; why would I ever want something like this to stop? Something so... wonderful. D'you think if I cum enough, the dream will let me go? I'd love to share this gift with you. More than you could possibly know. But for now, I'm gonna keep dreamin' - hard. An' when I wake up - when I finally get my ticket outta this web? ... ReeHEEheeheeheehee... Oh, the things I'm gonna share.
"... ReeHEEheeheeheehee..."
“Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.” - Kurt Vonnegut