although I do understand sometimes, the time of upload is important, I sometimes do feel like my work is has gone to waste when I'm met with relative silence when I post something. I mean I give a lot of time and effort on these personal works too, now that a lot of my time drawing is dedicated to commissions, personal drawing time is even more valued. So Whenever I do personal works, its extra special for me now and seeing how not a lot stop by to comment, I just feel it's gone to waste. I mean it doesn't take that much to simply tell me how you felt about my art, it doesn't really need to be praise and pampering, nor do I actually encourage that it be praise. I'm actually more interested in hearing what you thought about the picture itself. Comments and feedback usually give me a lot of encouragement to draw personal work. I don't even set up a patreon since I believe that my personal work shouldn't be paid for to be seen, but seeing as there is almost little reward such as comment and feed back about my work, I do felt a certain degree of wastage of my time and effort.

But I would like to thank those who faithfully leave a comment or feedback on my work as their words are a constant encouragement for me to keep doing what I like. Though I don't reply often, make no mistake that I do read every comment that's been given to me and these comments are usually the only returns I need to keep doing personal work.

Anyhoo, now that I've gotten that off my chest, its another Adam and Heather comic! Yay! It even has a story too! Written by  Starsage

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The day outside was dull, dreary, and with waves continually crashing on the shore as a downpour raked the island. Thunder cracked somewhere in the distance, the ocean lighting up brightly as the bolts hammered the surf, splitting the churning waves. A few boats plied their trade, despite the storm’s power, brave sailors doing their jobs in the rain and gale, gathering fish, or patroling the waters around the island, which stood like a rock against the storm, daring it to wear down the building that had been build on it.



Covering most of the island, a series of connected domes seemed to defy the power of nature. While the trees and forests whipped about in the wind, the water found no purchase on the great glass constructions, sliding down the slick sides into the sea. Lightning would, sometimes, briefly touch the glass as well, but metal bars seemed to bend the powerful arcs away from the more vulnerable parts of the buildings, guiding the electrons away, and dumping what the generators couldn’t handle into the ground, where they would die away.



Inside the domes, the residents barely heard the storm, and some didn’t even realize that it was happening at all, as even the noise and rumbling thunder didn’t reach inside the buildings. This was by design, after all. These were sealed environment domes, designed to simulate a variety of places the world over. Some were sweeping deserts, whose sandy floors shifted with the wind that blew from great fans, some were under the ocean floor, those who worked there having to use special suits, and some were clean rooms, not simulating an environment, but instead allowing research in ways the outside world would never allow.



Within one of the largest domes, the environment was a great forest, one who trees and grass that seemed to be otherworldly to those who walked under the simulated sun overhead. This was because none of the things had truly existed before being created here, in this lab, or if they had, they had been extinct for millions of years. It was here that one could find a very interesting specimen, a creature that had died out long ago, but been reborn through the genius of a woman who was presently sitting at a table, nursing her third beer.



“I’m telling you, it’s not gonna happen,” she said, with her speech only slightly slurred by the alcohol in her blood, to the man sitting at the table in front of her. Whipping her head around, as if to smash him with her brown ponytail, the woman turned from the man she’d been speaking to, to pet the foot of her creation beside her. The overgrown lizard seemed to appreciate the gesture, his face nuzzling at her arm a bit, a fact that only highlighted that his head was bigger than she was, before he laid back on his bottom again with a resounding thud.



“Well then, who else are you going to get?” demanded the dark haired man of asian descent across the table from her. He pushed his glasses up his nose as he talked, and kept one hand on the beer can he’d been drinking for longer than her, with it being only his second, compared to her three. The man and the woman wore the same lab coat that seemed to have been given to them by the company just to be stereotypical, though she wore a suit with shorts that clung to her skin beneath, while he wore a pair of dark pants with a belt, and a blue shirt under his, to show they were being allowed at least that much freedom.



“I don’t know, maybe the Freeman guy? Or hell, Adam here,” she said, gesturing to the t-rex, who seemed to grin at the acknowledgement. The man with the glasses seemed to look at the dinosaur with a look of something between distrust and dismissal, before taking a hefty chug on his drink, and slamming the can back on the table between them.



“Oh come off it. We both know Freeman’s dedicated to that Chell girl from the teleporter labs, and that overgrown lizard is great as a test animal, but it can’t be more than that,” he complained, leaning back in his chair and putting on what he thought was a very Prince Charming style grin, but came off as a rather sleazy smirk to the girl.



“Heather, we both know that I’m the best candidate for your field partner,” he told her, summing up the situation as he saw it, and daring her to offer him a contradiction.



“Oh yeah? How’d you come to that conclusion, Todd?” she said, meeting his dare head on, and demanding that he back up his conclusion.



“Oh yeah! Trust me, if you ever get into a pickle, I can totally be the one to get you out of it. I could be your guardian angel, babe,” he said, leaning forward, and placing his elbows on the table, while wiggling his eyebrows at her in a suggestive manner, making her sigh with disgust as she turned towards Adam, who looked down at her, his expression being one of exasperation with the human annoying her, not that Todd or any of the other researchers had ever learned to read the overgrown lizard’s face as well as she.



“Oh God stop, you’re just embarrassing yourself,” she told him, taking another hit from her beer as she considered how best to drive the guy off. He was annoying, true, but he wasn’t a bad guy at heart, just really lonely, considering the ratio of women to men in the research base was an two to seven advantage towards the masculine side of things. Heck, if he weren’t so persistent, he might be endearing.



“What? You don’t believe I could protect you from anything this lab could throw at you?” he asked, and that sparked an idea for the woman, who, while seemingly still chugging her drink, gave a sign to the t-rex, one he recognized from their training.



“Eh...yeah, I totally don’t...but I feel like I’m forgetting something,” she said, leaning farther back in her chair, watching as Adam got to his feet beside her, and then very theatrically dropping the can, while spitting the contents of her mouth towards Todd who, to his credit, was fast enough to avoid the spray by leaping back.



“I forgot to feed Adam!” she shouted, and the t-rex chose that moment to let out a very Jurassic Park worthy roar, one of his best in Heather opinion. At that same moment Heather kicked out her legs, trying her best to act afraid like a little school girl as Todd backed farther away from the table.



“You WHAT?!” he demanded, as the t-rex leaned down, his tongue snaking out of his mouth and wrapping around Heather’s helpfully outstretched legs. Slowly working his way up her body, he made sure her lower half was fully in his mouth, before he rose up to his full height, making sure his mouth was positioned just so that the human below could watch as Heather slid off the back of his tongue. Inside his maw, her coat and clothing being soaked by the t-rex’s spit, Heather rolled onto her stomach, her legs getting caught by closing throat walls as she did so.



“Todd! Help m-mmph!” she tried to cry out, only for her very well acted plea for add to be cut off as the tongue rose to slap her right in the face, leaving her slimy and slick as she watched Todd outside, frozen in fear. Smirking, she thought she saw a wet spot on his pants for a moment, before her grip on Adam’s mouth slipped, and she fell into his throat completely, creating a bulge in his neck that began to vanish into his chest as the dinosaur swallowed down his trainer with a glk sound.



Inside his throat, the soft walls massaged Heather’s body, further soaking her outfit, but feeling nice, soft, and warm, nearly enough to make her forget about Todd outside. Mind, Todd outside definitely couldn’t forget about Heather, as his view as fixed on the lump in Adam’s neck as it slithered down, slowly passing into him completely. Staring, the man grabbed at the sides of his head, trying to think, and finally remembering what he was supposed to do in this situation was report it, so he dashed towards the wall of the enclosure, the fake forest sliding open seemingly in mid air to reveal the sterile wall outside.



“Wait, was that the door? Is he running off? What a wimp, ha ha ha,” cried out Heather as she slipped fully into Adam’s belly, the soft organ empty, because while she’d hadn’t actually forgotten to feed him, the dino’s breakfast was still hours ago, meaning that she was alone in a tight, but comforting space, with the pounding thuds of the t-rex’s heart beside her, to counterpoint the splashes as she settled into his stomach.