Made a necklace! It’s fool’s gold (sparklier in person) and imperfect quartz crystals. They suit each other, both in looks and in being considered worthless.
This looks way better in person, it’s too shiny for my phone camera.
Optimus: Oh Primus below why is he so hhhandsome
Megatron: Slag me I wanna be crushed between those thighs
Soundwave, in their heads: Y’ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!
“All that talk about the power of friendship,” the antagonist murmured, as they circled the protagonist. “And it never even occurred to you that perhaps your enemies might have friends too, did it? How arrogant a thing, you are…”
Those slits at the tip drip lube when he’s excited, the nubs are all really soft, and the knot expands when he cums. He’s a bit above average in size, but nothing ridiculous, which is fairly proud of. He’s also quite happy to have a dick that works out well for partners with just about any equipment he’s even remotely compatible with.
Feedback is welcome.
@twintailtoys , @shrineart , thoughts? You guys have way more experience with fantasy dicks than I do.
Lampworked glass inspired by Alzu. Still playing with the colors and shapes – more later 🙂
So I know we’re all convinced that “The Shape of Water is going to end with all of us sobbing enough tears to allow the fish creature to swim comfortably through the theater. But I started wondering about what a happy ending might look like. And that got me thinking of magical little coastal Maine towns, such as Storybrooke and Haven, towns filled with fairy tale creatures, places where a lady and her fish fellow would just be par for the course.
A place where Elisa might help out with families who had married selkies, running after children and being an understanding ear to those whose partners spent months away in the sea. I imagine her teaching sign language to sisters whose adventures left them with diamonds or toads falling from their lips whenever they spoke (as Neil Gaiman says, jewels are sharp and cold and can be as uncomfortable as snails in the mouth). There would be young lovers who traded their voices for legs (or tails, or wings) and would need to be able to communicate. I think of whole families who fled Hamelin, only to find that the music of the Pied Piper followed their children across the ocean and the centuries. They would fill their children’s ears with wax and for 15 years would have to speak with their fingers.
And I imagine the whole town discretely respecting the “do not disturb” signal of Elisa’s red shoes at the end of her dock.
Quick colors on some sketches from a little while ago.
Some weird biomech avians just for fun, though the whole weapon-guts-exploding-out-of-the-body is totally gonna be a concept I want to use more (I have a specific Maschinengeist in mind for that one).
I feel like these guys could be characters in their own game or something. 😀
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