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deathtastegirl · 5 months ago
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dogwitch
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dogmaz · 4 months ago
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Violet Grimm
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Yet another comic made for practice
can you tell I have no ideas for comics
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azraelwept · 1 year ago
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METAL MAKES US STRONG.
IT MAKES US STRONGER.
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ribbonsaikeaux · 2 months ago
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Witch, sitting in her chair after a long day: i am dog tired
Doll, appearing excited: wait! Miss is a dog?!
Witch, shaking her head: no dear its-
Doll, bouncing and clapping happily: it has a dog witch!
Witch, once again attempting to explain: no im not r-
Doll, rummaging and finding a ball: lets go play fetch Miss!
The doll runs out the back door.
Witch, trying to call out: I'm not a... dog...
The witch sinks further into her chair, sighing in exhasperation
Witch: freaking doll
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some0newithapen · 11 days ago
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2024 is almost over, so it’s time for an art summary! Some of the pieces featured in this summary I haven’t posted on this blog, but I wanted to have something for every month instead of just the ones when I started posting here. I hope I improved!
I decided to make my own template since I was having trouble finding one that I liked lol
This year was stressful in the beginning, if I’m being honest. However, it got a lot better towards the end (though it’s still been a bit of a struggle sometimes, but that’s life). I made new friends, learned new things about myself I didn’t know before, and joined the wacky world of Tumblr. Everyone here has been so kind and supportive, and I am especially grateful for my mutuals (yall are amazing ok??).
Okay now I’m gonna put some New Years Resolutions I have for my art:
1. Finish the script for Chapter 1 of Adventure of A Lifetime and begin posting the actual comic.
2. Focus on stopmotion and 2d animation more
3. Post more finished works than sketches
4. Work on structure, perspective, and enviroments
5. Use more references (I have a bad habit of not using references and jumping straight into drawing)
Post more OC lore and original art
Also since this my new pinned post I’m gonna put my tags:
#my art - My art! Yay!!
#aoalt - Anything related to my comic Adventure of a Lifetime! Characters from said comic will have tags like #bender aoalt
#swapoc - Other OCs not related to Aoalt, characters will have tags like #oc flick
#reblog - Reblogs
#friend’s art! - Reblogged art made by my mutuals!
#queue jumpscare - queued posts of any kind! sometimes I can’t even remember I made them..
#swaptext - text posts, updates, and also comments I might leave on reblogs that aren’t in the tags!
#insp - anything I think looks cool and I want to save for later
#prayer request - prayer requests either from me or that are reblogged from other people
#important - usually used for more serious topics
This blog is SFW for the most part, but I may post some more triggering stuff every now and then (gore, abuse, nudity, etc). I will put trigger warnings on these posts. I encourage you to curate your own experience and censor certain tags and stuff like that if something makes you uncomfortable :D
And that’s it! Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all have an amazing year <3
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dogw1tch · 8 months ago
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Enclosed Within🌿
18+ Dryads x Gender Neutral Reader
(Tentacles, sex pollen, reader has afab anatomy)
DogWitch’s notes: I figured I would post some short stories while I work in a much larger project. I don’t think dryads get enough love so instead here’s a little story of them giving reader pLEANTY of it.
Summary: Lost and alone you stumble across a beautiful grove. There’s something in the air that seems to have you desperate and burning up from the inside. Perhaps grinding against the dew soaked moss might soothe you? I’m sure the vines starting to enclose your body are just regular plants.
It had been a long time now since you had found yourself cut off from the rest of your hunting party, and the dapple of gold on the moss covered ground told you that dusk was not far away. You paused again, listening, observing, searching for any sign that might help you get your bearings. Nobody ventured into the forest unless they were sure they could defend themselves against the creatures within and this was not the first time you had needed to navigate home from an unfamiliar place. It was, however, the first time you had done so alone. You grip your bow a little tighter. It was a warm evening and the cloying air had you sweating beneath your linen shirt that now clung to your chest. The cooing and flittering of birds was beginning to quiet now in the fading sun and beneath it you could hear exactly what you’d be waiting for. The gentle murmuring of running water.
Moving swiftly, bow at the ready, you follow the little stream down through the forest. Your village had been built in the valley and all the forest streams connected to the water mill there- therefore, so long as you followed the running water, you could never stray far from home. You had been walking for a few minutes, keeping a keen eye out for any familiar landmarks, when the brook you followed abruptly came to an end. Looking up you take in the strange scene. The brook had opened up into a large pool, spring green with duck weed and lilies, surrounded by moss-covered rocks. Nestled in every crevice of every boulder were fungi of every variety. Tiny white fairy caps to sprawling shelves of orange and brown gills. Some you recognise but most you do not. And above all of this there stretched the branches of a glorious willow tree. Its bows were thick and draped over the grove like a protective embrace.
A strange smell began to pull at your senses as you stood there; something sweet and heady that mingled with the petrichor. You noticed that a light, yellow dust seemed to be falling from the branches of the willow. Tiny particles that caught the light and danced through the air. You find the scent intoxicating, almost addictive, as you breathe deeply into it. It seems to coat your throat with sticky sweetness, like nectar from the most vibrant honeysuckle. As you take in this glorious new experience, you find yourself becoming increasingly uncomfortable in your dampening clothes. The material clung to you, restricting, making you feel hot and over sensitive. Perhaps it was your mind becoming dazed in the sweet air, but it seemed the only solution was to peel off your now drenched, clothing and sit, completely exposed, in the cool, damp moss. The water on your skin instantly soothed the heat that was building up in and around you, and you sighed contentedly, digging your fingers deeper into the mosses and leaves. Your mind had now become so clouded and vague, you struggled to remember how you got here. All you could think about was the cool moss soothing the sticky heat that now seemed to be coming from inside your body.
You began to buck your hips against the rock, hoping the cold surface that rubbed against your entrance might cool your insides. Little waves of pleasure began to radiate through your body as you moved your hips faster, grinding down on the rock beneath you. Your lips opened to gasp for fresh air but all that entered your lungs was that same sickly sweet that dulled your mind and set your nerves ablaze. You let out a whine of frustration and continue to rut against the moss, your own juices mixing with the dew. It was then, as you felt the heat would surly overtake you, that you felt a voice speak within the back of your mind.
‘So easy. So quick to submit. Poor thing.’
With that, the bows of the willow were suddenly upon you, twisting around your limbs and lifting you from the ground to hang, suspended above the lake. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to be alarmed as the loss of friction had you bucking desperately against the air.
‘So needy’
The voice came again, though now it seemed to be joined by a thousand others that echoed its words.
‘Worry not little one. We shall fill you up.’
The whole grove started to shift to life around you, mushrooms and ferns and flowers all shifting into new forms that stared up at you. The branches that bound you, held your arms behind your back and spread your legs wide, revealing your dripping entrance for all these creatures to see. For the first time, your mind began to attempt to shake off its fog and you struggled against your restraints. But they only tightened as the willow lowered you down into the crowd of waiting creatures bellow.
For a moment, they simply observed you. Each one looked different; with features humanoid enough to be recognisable as a face, but with knowing, pupal- less eyes and bodies that flowed into tangles of glistening, vine like tendrils. There was a moment of silence where you could hear nothing but your own racing heart before…
‘Come my children; drink your fill.’
The dryads swarmed around you, wanting to touch and fill every inch of your aching body. Thick tendrils flicked between your folds, coating you with thick nectar before pushing inside. The thin vines of smaller creatures forced their way in beside them and you could feel each of them curling inside you, pumping in and out, sending waves of pleasure through your desperate body. Finding your slick entrance to be full, a dryad that was clearly once a bright fairy cap mushroom, made its way behind you and began to push into your tight ass. You yelped in pain as the engorged head of one of its appendages suddenly filled you, stretching you out. If they heard, the creatures payed no mind as they begin to toy with this new hole, filling it just as achingly full. The pain dulled into overwhelming pleasure as the feeling of countless, slick tendrils fucking deep inside you overtook your fogged out mind. Your hips twitched uselessly and your mouth hung open in drooling, wanton moans.
As soon as your lips parted, you realised your mistake. Vines came curling up your body, encasing you completely and filling your open mouth. You gagged and spluttered but they t kept coming, writhing down your throat. They felt cool on your tongue and their slick was sweet as honey and you found yourself relaxing into the sensation as the lack of air just added to the heady state of your mind. You moaned around the tentacles, limp and pathetic as you could do nothing but feel pleasure.
‘That’s it.’ The voice came again. ‘Let go little one. Let us have you. Let us have every inch of you.’
You had no way of knowing how long you spent, bound up and being filled by countless creatures. Every time one seemed to finish, thrusting deep and releasing its thick, sweet nectar, another just curled its way around and inside you. Honey came leaking from every hole, coving your skin, your face, your hair. The dryads closed in around you and pressed you flush to their cool, damp skin. Perhaps you began to fade in and out of consciousness, waking up only to feel such overwhelming pleasure that you passed out again. But at some point, you realised as you took your first full gasp of air, they all retreated. You felt so empty, bound and dripping with nothing to fill you. The dryads still gathered around, their empty eyes seemed now to be softer, perhaps affectionate, as a few reached out their strange limbs to brush your hair from your eyes and gently caress your body. In your fucked out daze you leant into the touch, craving more, but you felt the willow begin to lift you up again. The tree twisted you around to face its trunk and revealed it to have become a creature of incredible size. Like the dryads below, it had an angular, almost insect like, face and huge, all knowing eyes. But this one had hands too, that reached out and cupped your tiny body within them. It bore a crown of sticks and leaves and it seemed to smile at you, though its face was hard to read.
‘You have done well, little one.’ It didn’t have a mouth to move but you knew now who had been addressing you. ‘So well, in fact, that I should like a taste of you myself.’ It’s gigantic hand wrapped around your waist and held you with ease. You looked down to see that, emerging from what was once the trunk of the great willow, there sat a single, thick, tentacle-like branch. It was thicker than any other that had filled you and seemed to be longer than you were tall. It glistened with nectar and twitched slightly as the dryad drew you close.
‘Fit… it won’t… too big..’ you tried to stutter out, struggling to form a coherent thought. A low laugh rumbled around you, shaking the earth.
‘Worry not little one. I shall not hurt you. You shall feel only pleasure.’
Before you could protest, that overwhelming fullness took you over once more and you cried out in ecstasy. The creature used your body like you weighed nothing, fucking all the nectar that had collected inside, deep into your stomach. You watched as your abdomen bulged against its ungodly size and pressed against every nerve, sending waves of delirious pleasure through you.
‘Such a pretty body, made to be filled. That’s it little one, give yourself to me.’
It moved you faster, your limbs limp and useless as your mind went blank. You were simply a toy to be used for this creature’s pleasure, it’s strange cock filling you completely, stretching you around it until it felt like the most natural thing in the world. You wanted it. You wanted to stay full and delirious forever.
‘I’m yours…’ you choked out a whisper as ropes of thick honey began to bubble inside you. The creature didn’t stop, pushing itself deeper as it emptied into you. You were so full you could taste it.
‘All mine’
The world went dark.
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It was around three days later when your hunting party finally found you. They had located your clothes, stuck in a brook and feared you had been accosted by some brutish thieves or roaming orcs. Following the stream though, they came to the pool and saw you, leant up against a great willow. You were naked, hair sticking to your forehead but clearly breathing and without injury. They called out to you, relieved that you seemed unharmed. The only strange thing was that you seemed to be almost completely covered in plants. Moss was growing over your legs and vines enclosed around every inch of your body. It looked as though you had been here for years.
One hunter approached, calling your name to no response but a few feeble moans. They must be starved, she thought, as she knelt beside you. But looking closer, she realised your moan was not one of pain, but one of gentle pleasure. Between your legs there sat several mushrooms, seemingly taking turns to push their way inside your swollen entrance. A thin vine flicked, absent- mindedly, at your clit and more still seemed to be caressing your dew covered body. Your friend reached out a hand, trying to shake you awake when suddenly, the moss itself seemed to open its eyes and let out a viscous hiss. She stumbled back to find all of the plant life was seemingly staring at her with a hateful glare.
Perhaps they would just have to leave you here after all.
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twistedtwinsproductions · 2 years ago
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DOGWITCH Cosplay by Enigma Arcana. #twinning #Dogwitch https://www.instagram.com/p/Cghd4fxl8yMF-KuyjOXamS7MB_IYdyWNU57E340/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ulfhednn · 3 years ago
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talesofnecromancy · 3 years ago
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There was a comic called Dogwitch that was a glorious old-school B-movie fest of insanity, sex, and very silly violence. I wrote a short story about Dogwitch and her old school friend I made up, Wraithwitch. The story got to the creator by mistake and fucked up his plot (’cos no indie comic guy wants to risk being accused of plagiarism.) I’m so sorry Dan Schaffer, I never meant to mess with your glorious insanity - and obviously, every witch knows how to sling tarot =)
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danschaffer · 4 years ago
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Sold out in stores. Still available direct from the publisher 1First Comics
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dogmaz · 4 months ago
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×VIOLET GRIMM×
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pharoosh · 5 years ago
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I've come back from the depths of art hell to try and finish witchtober- cat witch and dog witch tonight
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tis’ the season
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girlsofcomics · 6 years ago
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Dogwitch
-Real name: Violet Grimm
-A.k.a.: Vile, Shrieking Violet
-Publisher: Sirius Entertainment
-Type: Witch
-Afilliations: -
-Powers: Magic, unarmed combat
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stevehatguy · 5 years ago
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Inktober-Day 20 ‘Witchtober’ prompt from @snowwhitekt - Dog Witch #inktober #inktober2019 #inktoberprompts #snowwhitektwitchtober #dog #witch #dogwitch #witchtober #witchtober2019 #quicksketch #tombowdualbrushpens #fabercastellpittartistpen #drawingchallenge #drawingprompts #cartoonistsofinstagram #cartoonists https://www.instagram.com/p/B32GYzWDBP7/?igshid=1r8z548d77qg5
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