lying exposed in the dark, just begging for the tentacle monster under your bed to slowly sneak its way up the mattress, soft, teasing touches along your inner thighs and aching rubs up and down your bare cunt
easing its way in, oozing aphrodisiacs from its pores, your mind going fuzzy as it thrusts in and out, another tentacle trailing up your body to toy with your nipples, rolling and suckling the sensitive buds
fucking you for hours, insatiable no matter how much you cum on it, leaking down your thighs, your legs held firmly open and arms bound at the wrists above your head as you daze in and out of consciousness, unsure if you’re dreaming or not
you wake up to light streaming across your naked, slick body, hole empty and begging to be filled again, nipples sensitive and red, and mind still woozy as you get up to start the day, already planning on going to bed just as exposed tonight
this was the pattern that got me into knitting sweaters, and the pattern that got me into knitting color work. it took years and several sweaters, shirts, and other color work projects to work my skills up to the point I felt comfortable with this, but for a while this was what was guiding my knitting journey. now that I'm on the other side, I do feel a bit lost. it's really fun having something that consumes you like this—I feel like I'm always chasing something that can be that light, that can answer questions about what to do next, that can give me a metric to measure against. until I find that again, I'll just be making what feels right in the moment
also, wearing this sweater feels like you're getting a big, warm hug from a tentacled beast, which I'm sure some of you freaks are into
You stand at the door to his quarters, waiting for instructions. You’ve been summoned by him every day this week which is a bit unusual. Most weeks you spread your work out between various clients, but the Ambassador seems to want you all to himself.
“Hello, my dear.” His voice is a low growl, one that always sends a jolt of arousal straight to core.
The Khureno Ambassador with the human perversion, yes, his attention is unusual, but not unwanted.
“On the bed.”
A simple command, one you are eager to obey.
Once you are situated, he crawls behind you, his tentacle appendages sending shivers up your spine as they slither over your back, across your dripping cunt, wrapping tightly around your thighs.
Anticipation tenses every muscle in your body, your breath hitching as a tentacle penetrates you, the first of many. Another night spent being used by the Ambassador, and you can’t wait.
some more Twst pokemon as my brain melts at the impending episode 7 drop tomorrow! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
I went with Gholdengo and Cufant for Kalim, and Seviper and Malamar for Jamil! I went back and forth a looooot on whether to give Malamar to Jamil or Azul, but ultimately I think it just fits Jamil better. (Seviper was a given though)
a tentacle monster restraining you, lifting you up off the bed and holding you above it, needy and slick already entering your hole, fucking you awake as you struggle against your captor, you feel it oozing inside of you, head becoming fuzzy and limbs giving in to its hold, your wetness mixing with its own as it moves you up and down on itself, mind melting and soft moans leaving your lips, hours of pleasure ahead for both of you
. . . all the tentacles complete — but no, the front one is not right! Some surgery required. Out comes the hacksaw, but only to the wire armature so the arm can be shaped into the correct curves. Then like Dr. Frankenstein I fasten it back together with staples and recover with more resin putty.
And now is time to sand . . .
and sand and sand and sand until it is time for the little sucker cups . . . M2, M2.5, M3, M4, M5, M6, M8, M10, M12 white nylon washers
I pulled out my collection of plastic seals and off we went for days of cupping —15 days spent modeling the contours of each of the 663 suction cups
The Blessed Virgin had to be sanded very delicately to give it back some of its immaculateness.
The happiness of some is the dust of others.
Take advantage of this white octopus, it seems that it is very rare to come across one.
Shortly after I did my little experiments with paintings —
A few days to finish the color, but because it will have to go through a few coats of a special glossy glossy varnish, which makes the viscosity so good... mmm yum. Given the size of the room I could not apply it in one go. The drying takes between 24 and 48 hours, so it will probably take me a week to complete the application of this varnish-resin.
If your head is spinning too much, don't look at this indecent image.
Soasig Chamaillard (French, b.1977)
Notre dame du poulpe (Our Lady of the Octopus) - recovery statue with illegible signature, aluminum wire frame, plaster strip, polystyrene, resin (epoxy putty), plumbing seals (plastic washers), acrylic paint, resin varnish - 47 cm high x 70 cm wide - 12 kg - work-in-progress March 20 to May 31, 2015
“I grew up in a Christian Western society. My perspective on life has been a result of my environment and background. The playful interaction of society’s many icons, physical transformations, and the resulting improbable combinations, have culminated in my vision of a woman’s role and place in our society. This inner questioning of a woman’s role, has led me to use one of the most sacred icons in my work, namely, the Virgin Mary. Initially, I begin with damaged statues, either donated or discovered in garage sales, which I then restore and transform. I surely do not mean to shock those who believe but rather to move those who see.” — Soasig Chamaillard