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Giving thanks

Here’s a little animation I played with for Robyn; she likes her tentacles on the devoury side.  (if it doesn’t play, it SHOULD if you load it in another window or DL it…)  Hope this finds everyone doing well this thanksgiving.  I don’t usually talk at length here, but today will be an exception.  In the spirit of the season i just want to say thank you to everyone who has been a loyal fan and viewer, or even just the casual looky loos.  I appreciate being noticed, and you visiting me validates a belief that we are all a... View Article

5 Comments November 24, 2016 7:02 pm
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Happy Halloween!

I would have liked to have worked more on this lil’ lady, but time ran out like always.  Ah well!  At least we can celebrate the season in style this year ^_^ I will continue to do my best to be productive, i have a feeling this year is the worst for the young ones, so hopefully if I can get over this hump I will be back to a more ‘normal’ schedule, but I think that every year, it’s so far proven…elusive.  Speaking of,  I have little goblins to take out for the evening, so I will bid you... View Article

3 Comments November 1, 2016 1:14 am
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been a while!

I was going to write a big ole’ thing here but ultimately I chose not to.  One, because I’m not sure any of it matters and Two, because I’m not necessarily certain things are any better.  But while I contemplate the universe and whatnot, here is some long overdue tentacle porn.  Going back to basics!  Hope you all enjoy!  

5 Comments September 19, 2016 6:52 pm
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A halo-shaped wound

As Phil sat on the toilet at his place of employment, a curious thing appeared before him.  The drain-hole to the dark recesses of the building’s plumbing had come unhinged, the metal cover plate that was patina’d with grime began to wobble and pop, like a ball bouncing on a spinning disc.  From the hole, an enormous cockroach pulled itself up, its diameter easily the size of a D battery.  Tied to the horrible thing’s leg, Bill noted as he wretched his feet up and planted them spread eagle upon the green metal stall walls, was a scroll of paper. ... View Article

1 Comment July 21, 2016 2:13 pm