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Some more recent art I made of Bubba for @twistedtummies2's birthday, starring his 'sona Rochak in a rather precarious position. He's rather fond of the giant swamp beast (in his own timid, blushy way), and Bubba feels the same...albeit in a much, MUCH more possessive sense. Blame the lil' guy for being such an amazing cook...and for tasting so damn good himself. XD
TT2 also wrote a wonderful little blurb to go along with the image, which I have attached below. Go check out the other stuff he's written, he's got a TON on his page!
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“Mmmmaaaaaaaahhhhhh…”
Rochak blinked his green eyes a couple times, as light stung them and saliva dripped onto his lids. He watched as the long, slimy, sticky, serpentine tongue that slathered and slithered under his chin stretched out, its goopy tip dexterously clamped around the brim of his beloved top hat.
He whimpered; he tried to wiggle, but the powerful peristaltic muscles that held everything from his chest downwards didn’t offer much room to move around. He was cocooned in rippling, pulsing flesh; slippery enough to let him slide downwards without much issue, but strong enough to keep him from going anywhere they didn’t want him to go.
A keening, flustered, frightened sound left the human. Hot, damp breath that smelled like a dead marsh flowed up and around him; they only intensified the blush upon his face, even as he felt himself trembling impulsively in the craw of his consumer. He tried to speak a couple times, to no avail. Either the words just wouldn’t come, choked in the back of his own throat, his lungs working overtime to keep him from passing out…or, when they DID start to leave his little lips, the tongue would roll and buck under him, slicking his face and making him sputter, and very nearly pushing him down the gullet that greedily waiting to gulp him down completely.
Bubba rumbled with pleasure, his grin wide and jagged. To any random observer, it would have seemed truly wicked…but it really wasn’t a look of evil. Simply of mischief.
Of course, you had to know the river beast well to know that, and the swamp-dwelling predator typically only got people acquainted with one part of him: his endlessly gluttonous guts.
Rochak would be one of the few to go down into those guts and come out again alive…but the carnivorous amphibian didn’t need to TELL him that, did he? After all, feeling his scared little heartbeat pitter-patter against his insides was just MUCH too entertaining to pass up.
With a deep, devilish chortle, the swamp swallower stretched his maw just a tad wider. He rubbed his upper belly with his webbed forelimbs, as he allowed his little pet one last look at the world outside.
The human WOULD see it all again…but not for several long, dark, smelly, sludge-coated hours.
Rochak let out a soft “meep!” as the glutton’s belly bellowed needily below his toes. Bubba could feel his heartbeat kick up a notch, and sensed more than simply fear in the little man’s heart. Deviously, Bubba wondered: by the time he got out of his belly…would the squeaky little swamp mouse even WANT to be free?
He shrugged. Ah, well. It really didn’t matter, did it?
The jaws finally snapped shut…and down the hatch the little rodent went.
GUUULLLP!
“BEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCH! Ahhhh…tastes like Mama’s chicken! Heh heh heh…”
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Files got corrupted :( Have some old sketches that my drawing software won't let me edit
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Drew these almost entirely to tease a friend lol
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kinda longer comic of ben and rowan interacting some time after rowan gets used to ben's weird able-to-eat-people-but-not-in-a-bad-way thing. rowan has night terrors sometimes and being out in the open tends to make him feel really vulnerable, so sometimes he has a sleepy benny store him until morning (or whenever he wants out). The ambiance of his heartbeat makes him feel safe.
i know i said id draw this like, 2 weeks ago but drawing is hard and i keep getting stress coldsssssss :(
(sorry its all in one panel, the way i structured the speech bubbles made it functionally impossible to read with tumblr's guttering so y just gotta zoom in ig. i hope its not too compressed- if it is probably just click on the image? maybe?)
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Some doodles of chubby-fied Finn based on an rp me and @denofsin plan to do
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Day-8 Haven! Bringing back an oldie but a goodie, mostly shared on my DA, Reaper is back and looking fresh! Stumbling upon a poor lost soul in the snow. Luckily they are safe now, nice and warm, out of the cold. 🥶
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I have a distinct image in my head that blu and jules will sometimes hang out in more open water- maybe interacting with other mers (cough cough aguile)- and with some frequency get stuck in storms/bad weather because they're stupid and can't plan ahead, so blu will just store jules until the weather passes and they just nap together. she'll complain the whole way down, but something about demon instincts make it not suck as much as it should. and if blu is intentionally getting caught out in a shower every once or twice, its not like jules will ever know~
i am such a parody of myself posting two blu drawings right after one another
(also i need people to appreciate that the art grind is a struggle when you own cats because they LOVE to get in the way. dewey's favorite nap spot is apparently directly in front of wherever i am working)
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rly hate the whole kink or cope dichotomy so fucking much. The idea that something must be one or the other. The idea that if you sexualize something then your connection to it is somehow lesser.
Like, yeah I get off to all of the things in this blog but there's also like, a deep connection to it all too. I process a lot through vore and sizeplay. A lot of my kinks are also a result of trauma, the kink itself is a form of coping with the hell I've been through, no I'm not gonna explain which kinks this applies to and if you gotta ask I'm gonna need you to show me your medical license.
whenever I see like, "kink/nsfw dni this is a coping space" or whatever I just feel disheartened cos you're out here rejecting many people who are going through the same shit and just came out of it a little different to you. The sex negativity on this website is so fucking detrimental to everything and it fucking sucks.
There's also the implication that the simple act of being aroused by something taints your connection to it in some way. Somehow their enjoyment of vore or size play or petplay or agere or whatever is wrong because they feel something different from it to you.
Like, I get in a lot of cases it's a matter of comfort but I really think you should interrogate why the fact someone is aroused by something in the abstract is a problem for you? Don't answer this with not wanting sexual comments, that's a whole other question, this is specifically about people who set the boundary of "if you sexualize this at all stay away" which to me implies this idea that once you interact with something sexually, that's the only way you can interact with it, that you can't come back from that and that idea is a really fucked up one, especially with how aggressively sex negative people on this website can get.
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Those glow in the dark ceiling decorations, but a tummy
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gtober 14: eldritch (cw: eyestrain) how the artist thinks about, or perceives muse, heavily influences his appearance. when you're suddenly forced to deal with a presence you dont understand, sometimes your brain can go a little haywire, and beginnings can be rocky.
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Thinking about preds that are evil cruel bastards that kill people by eating them
Who has 1 prey that they care about so much they're the only prey in the world that can enter the pred's belly and remain safe
"For others, this is a hell, a grave, the end of everything... But for you, and only you, my little one, this is a safe place"
"Rest well, and be at ease, for I am your home, and nothing shall reach you when I'm here"
It's beautiful with gentle kind preds that help everyone and all that
But with an evil pred it's so much more impactful because they're the only person in the world who will experience the pred's inner softness.
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Idea:
Big scary pred who can shape shift into a even scarier animal
And small meek prey who truns into smoller cuter animal
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