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My physical therapist and I started talking about cryptids since I was wearing my mothman shirt and one of my visible tattoos is the Loch Ness Monster, and I brought up the Fresno Nightcrawlers. When I got home I just had to make some earrings of them, but I made them cunty with heels and a subtle ombre rainbow. Their eyes are usually made black, but I thought the pink went well with the subtle wash of color. Plus pink. I made them with epoxy putty, toothpick tips for the heels, chalk pastels, white and clear spray paints and tiny dots of white acrylic for eye and heel shine.
They are big, yes-but also I am only 4'11" and have wee baby hands, so take that into consideration in the photos, lol. Plus I like bold and wacky statement earrings!
#fresno nightcrawler#cryptid#handmade earrings#sissy that walk#artists on tumblr#art#artist#crafts#diy jewelry
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Yeah so I took a break for making art and now I've started again and I know I said I was done making acotar art but I hate leaving it unfinished so I'm currently working on Thesan.
His hair is gonna be glorious in the wind, I went crazy with it this time, lol. Just wanted to have fun with it. And it's gonna be all warm and golden around him.
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This heals a part of my soul
The greatest adventure of all is yet to come!
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Another OC time! This time Inanna Florescu-Ardelean, my best friend's OC, a vampire since the Victorian era, swept up into this world without her consent, and then made to live under the opressive thumb of a vicious leader till her good friend meets someone new and cracks open her world in a way that she could never imagine.
#vampire oc#vampiress#vampyr#vampire#vampirism#victorian era#victorian vampire#werewolves vampires#romantasy#fantasy writer#femme writer#fantasy#artistic#artist
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finally got around to fixing the pug/gorilla cosplaying as something lycan-adjacent atrocity in my last illustration of one of my beloved OCs, plus fixing his uneven tiddies, lol
#lycan#artist#art#artists on tumblr#lycanthropy#lycan oc#lycanthrope#werewolf fandom#werewolf oc#werewolves#werewolf#oc tag#ocs#oc art#my ocs#shifters#fantasy writer#digital artist
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This is gonna be NSFW. So gird your loins and shit.
I'm reading this lycan smut romance series that is so full of overly done male/female bullshit that it's cringe and giving my best friend and I so much amusement at how ridiculous it is. So we made a channel in our discord (I called it a-very-male-male) to each take turns writing the kind of ridiculous nonsense like in the book. We are using it as a writing exercise and also to just be idiots.
(and in case it isn't clear, this is satire. We think the gender binary is a spectrum and trans people are amazing and valid. There's also nothing wrong with liking masculinity or femininity, it's just when it's put in a horrible writing format that is just...bad and very very much in a "only two genders, only man and woman" bs way. This is purely to shit post on the kind of bullshit in some-*mostly werewolf*- books...)
Here is my first entry:
He was a male, I knew just by standing in his presence, without seeing his masculine male frame, that he had a cock and balls. His rich mahogany scent of masculinity filled my tiny, almost invisible female nostrils, my weak female lungs struggling to hold such a strong, male scent. I squeaked submissively as he took an impossibly long stride towards me, a stride so big that only a male could make, and I could hear his impressive masculine penis shift inside his trousers that strained to contain male thighs the size of tree trunks. I was so tiny compared to him, barely the size of a gerbil, my female heart quickened at the thought of his frying pan sized hands caressing my waiflike yet curvaceous form. He growled a growl that only a male could growl as he listened to my frightened bird of a female heart pound in my chest, I knew if he wanted to, he could take his strong male hands and crush me like the tiny female I was, and the sheer maleness of it turned me on, I could feel it in my definitely female vagina, a vagina he certainly did not have, for he was a male with a heavy sack and a dick the size of my leg, like any truly male had.
Did I mention he was over 7 feet tall? I was barely 1/16th the size of him, and I reveled in how feminine that made me feel. I wanted to climb him like a mighty oak made of pure testosterone, but surely my miniscule feminine arms would not have the strength to traverse such a masculine behemoth of a male. Wetness gushed out from between my legs and pooled at my feet in a way that was most decidedly female and definitely did not come from a penis between my legs because I have a vagina and boobies. I was so turned on by the maleness of him, and then he spoke, in a way that only a person with a penis could, a deep, rumbling voice that made the floor shake and pots and pans fall from their hooks in the kitchen of our neighbor's house.
"Female. I can smell your feminine vagina arousal. It excites my peepee, because I am a male. I will take you as my definitely female mate."
"Yes..." I squeaked, in my tiny, mouse-like voice that was made to arouse his very maleness. "Please, insert your penis which is the size of my leg into my very female sex hole that will surely take all of it as I gasp in female pleasure."
He roared his delight, all male, all the time.
"Yes, female. But first, I will feast upon your no no square, reveling in the smell and taste that is like crack cocaine and honey and steak and sweet sugary feminine heaven. I will cover your very female parts with my large, masculine tongue and growl so loudly that you will feel like a vibrator is down there, because I am male and males growl like that all the time, it is a power we store for such moments in our testicles, which is why mine are so large. Because I am male."
And then we had sex.
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this pride month i would like to be the representation that every boyloser deserves
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This is gonna be NSFW. So gird your loins and shit.
I'm reading this lycan smut romance series that is so full of overly done male/female bullshit that it's cringe and giving my best friend and I so much amusement at how ridiculous it is. So we made a channel in our discord (I called it a-very-male-male) to each take turns writing the kind of ridiculous nonsense like in the book. We are using it as a writing exercise and also to just be idiots.
(and in case it isn't clear, this is satire. We think the gender binary is a spectrum and trans people are amazing and valid. There's also nothing wrong with liking masculinity or femininity, it's just when it's put in a horrible writing format that is just...bad and very very much in a "only two genders, only man and woman" bs way. This is purely to shit post on the kind of bullshit in some-*mostly werewolf*- books...)
Here is my first entry:
He was a male, I knew just by standing in his presence, without seeing his masculine male frame, that he had a cock and balls. His rich mahogany scent of masculinity filled my tiny, almost invisible female nostrils, my weak female lungs struggling to hold such a strong, male scent. I squeaked submissively as he took an impossibly long stride towards me, a stride so big that only a male could make, and I could hear his impressive masculine penis shift inside his trousers that strained to contain male thighs the size of tree trunks. I was so tiny compared to him, barely the size of a gerbil, my female heart quickened at the thought of his frying pan sized hands caressing my waiflike yet curvaceous form. He growled a growl that only a male could growl as he listened to my frightened bird of a female heart pound in my chest, I knew if he wanted to, he could take his strong male hands and crush me like the tiny female I was, and the sheer maleness of it turned me on, I could feel it in my definitely female vagina, a vagina he certainly did not have, for he was a male with a heavy sack and a dick the size of my leg, like any truly male had.
Did I mention he was over 7 feet tall? I was barely 1/16th the size of him, and I reveled in how feminine that made me feel. I wanted to climb him like a mighty oak made of pure testosterone, but surely my miniscule feminine arms would not have the strength to traverse such a masculine behemoth of a male. Wetness gushed out from between my legs and pooled at my feet in a way that was most decidedly female and definitely did not come from a penis between my legs because I have a vagina and boobies. I was so turned on by the maleness of him, and then he spoke, in a way that only a person with a penis could, a deep, rumbling voice that made the floor shake and pots and pans fall from their hooks in the kitchen of our neighbor's house.
"Female. I can smell your feminine vagina arousal. It excites my peepee, because I am a male. I will take you as my definitely female mate."
"Yes..." I squeaked, in my tiny, mouse-like voice that was made to arouse his very maleness. "Please, insert your penis which is the size of my leg into my very female sex hole that will surely take all of it as I gasp in female pleasure."
He roared his delight, all male, all the time.
"Yes, female. But first, I will feast upon your no no square, reveling in the smell and taste that is like crack cocaine and honey and steak and sweet sugary feminine heaven. I will cover your very female parts with my large, masculine tongue and growl so loudly that you will feel like a vibrator is down there, because I am male and males growl like that all the time, it is a power we store for such moments in our testicles, which is why mine are so large. Because I am male."
And then we had sex.
#heteros are not okay#bad smut writing#werewolf tropes#smut tropes#female and male#bad writing#the straights are at it again#the straights are not okay#fantasy writer#awful books#nsfw shitpost#shitpost
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Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet
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