Finished pieces id say, at least then we could enjoy looking at something at its best.

Anything and everything!! I would love to see some polished stuff -- your shading is aces!

Awh. I would've loved to get a commission from you at some point... But oh well :)


Like Anapnea said, your shading is gorgeous. For content peril, snuff stuff, all good...

Totes understandable about you not taking commissions o: do what you're interested in!

And yah def do more finished pieces, I adore seeing that stuff from you uwu

Moar zip ties :D The lines on the your last upload, on point. Loving that style for when not doing finished pieces.

I think you know what folks like myself would lean towards but you always leave me dangling.
;p

Its a shame you'll not be doing any further commissions- being that what you do(And do it damn well) is rare in the fandom, but I'll always be looking forward to new pieces from you!

Daaaaam! I've been sorta... "away" for some valuable time, but better late than never, eh?


As a self-promoted perfectionist *smug cloud*, i fancy finished work in tonnz'o'details, but there are lots of exclusion works (such as late Karen in the noose) that catch my eye too.

I really wish i could come to you with some deserving to be drawn ideas, but presently i hardly balance my thoughts at all, so.. i just hope you'll keep trucking towards gore city, cause your violence levels (and execution of it too) caught me offguard for a well-placed shock. For which i can applause you aloud.

A bit late, but I enjoy more willing stuff, like the pic with Deermary's Bones and the ziptie!

Hi. Just rediscovered your account and put it where it belonged (on my watchlist ;)

Thanks for watching me Btw

Most artists hate when people make "requests" for specific stuff. But you asked for preferences, so lemme give you some ideas that might or might not turn into inspiration. And should I happen to recognize any of these themes in one of your future submossions it will bring a happy knowing smile to my beak, without having "demanded" anything ;)

You have one or two works in the gallery with a furry lady spitted through all the way, supposedly to be grilled.

What I haven't seen much art of ( though I have seen it in side-show photographs ) is consensual sexual impalement.

Lemme write down a short story to describe what I mean.

Terry moaned. The striped feline had had a few shotglasses beyond her usual and was feeling this nice fuzzy, slightly numb tingling under her skin that she got when she got drunk, but she was still lucid enough to enjoy what was going on. Her lover was giving her little love nibbles, and his pointy teeth had just penetrated the skin around her left nipple. She arched as he clenched her clit between two fingers sending a sharp, pain enhanced spear of pleasure right into her mind. Purring she pressed herself against his maw. But this all was just foreplay, trying to get her pleasure levels to the point where she could take everything from him and be driven to ecstasy by it.

The metal was smooth and cold. It sent a shiver of anticipation through her, as he pressed the tip of the tiny spear - more of a thick long needle, against her breast. It was her arching that smcaused the piercing sensation of penetration, but it his hand that pushed the spike through until she watched in fascination haw the tip bulged out her breast from inside. On the other side.

She let out a mix of a meow and a purr as the needle emerged, stuck through her breast now.

She grasped her breast and the needle ridibg out shivers of pain and pleasure, as he went for the next course. A rod, almost a quarter inch thick. She felt it poke her in the back of her waist. Half way to her right, where there was just skin and muscles between it and her insides. She moaned and tensed, as his other hand helped her steady herself.

Whimpering, nipples rock hard, she let herself fall towards him just as ge took the spit with both hands and drove it into her. Through her hide, through her muscles, and with a sensation that was both ice cold and searing hot, she felt the tip inside her belly. She heard her own cry without having been aware of crying out, but at the same time she felt in bliss. This was a perverted dream coming true.

Her lover wiggled the spit inside her, both to hear her moan and to guide the tip through her without causing damage to her inside. She placed her paws on her belly, just above the spot that poked outwards, above her bellybutton and to the left, like a little tent.

Moaning in pain and ecstasy, Terry arched deeply. Her lover felt her weight on the spit as he gave it a final shoce to impale her fully. the tip emerged, her skin a tight fit around it. Only a tiny trace of red on the chrome told that it had gone through her.

She grasped the spit with one paw on each side, moaning and shivering. The thing went right throygh her midsection. But he was far from done. 5 more spits were aligned neatly on the table, ready to turn her into a living,breathing pinquision. They'd go all through her from all angles, through her belly, cheeks, arms legs, until she would barely be able to move. Completely helpless and locked in place by bars inside her, immobile and powerless,as he could do to her whatever he wanted...

why the fuck am I always late to this shit
I have all this money and nothing to do with it