@cloudbatcave created a character with a beautiful face, mouths all over the body and tentecles and suprised people wanted to tap that booty.
I might be ace, but I can still appropriate a good fuckeble monster design.
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Speak Easy - Chapter Two Preview
By @esbarrison-writing
CW: This story is rated age 16+ for language and sexual situations.
Rosada is a modern city in looks only. To this day, the City glares beneath the watchful eye of the Order of the Effluvium. Their Year Glass, a permanent fixture from the top of their Temple, stared down at the city. The Moving Watch Towers circled the city via the Rosadian River, with guards in pristine suits always watching.
In Rosada, someone always watches.
As soon as Yeshua and Gisela left, my shield cracked. Certainly, everyone stared at me: I looked like a foreigner here, dressed in a beige jumpsuit, my black hair unkept, and face beat with dirt. When I haled a horse and buggy, my accent slipped. I was not Rosadian. Of course, the guard would watch me. That was inevitable.
I kept my head high as I climbed into the buggy.
“Where you heading?” The cabby asked.
I removed my letter from Elodie and handed it to him. He read over it, smirked, then handed
“You goin’ to Ms. Parker’s house? That’s gonna cost a pretty penny. It’s on the outskirts of the city, y’know.”
I removed a gold coin from my pocket and handed it to him. I was nothing if not prepared, after all. My father left a nice inheritance behind, and after selling his small home in Stilette, I knew I had enough to last me this voyage and then some.
The cabby eyed the coin, then with a thrust of the reigns, ushed his horses along. I leaned back into the seat, taking in each bump and jolt of the horses. I’d never ridden in a buggy before. In Stilette, there was no need. Compared to the Capitol Rosada, Stilette might have been a small town.
The Capitol Rosada towered in a way I couldn’t fathom. Buildings stood above the treetops, buggies ran through the street, and the makings of steam engines left smoke over the buildings. The Towers shifted through the water and against the landscape like Death’s Grip. Yet, the smoke here suffocated everything, casting an ethereal glow about the buildings.
As common as the smoke and trees, the Guard occupied every corner in their green uniforms and unsmiling faces. How can I describe my feelings for them? Not hate. That is a strong word. But disdain. Just seeing them in the street left a foul taste in my mouth that I had to scrub out for days. First impressions mattered, and their mere presence haunted the Capitol.
“Are there always so many guards?” I leaned forward to ask the cabby.
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My side project, Speak Easy, is making its debut on Patreon! This is only draft 2 of the story, but it is an idea I wanted to begin sharing in its early stages to my patrons!
Chapter One is AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC
The first 3 chapters will be available for ALL patrons.
The first 5 chapters will be available for SILVER and GOLD TIER patrons.
The full thing will be available to GOLD TIER patrons.
Are you a patron? Read chapter two here:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/speak-easy-two-42308914
If not, check out chapter one for free
https://www.patreon.com/posts/42027581
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Last ink practice was of Demond.
Figured out half way how to ink fur.
Improvements, but it does look wierd with his own fur and fur coat looking completely different. I didnt dare trying to draw over what I already done.
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Arads and frigs have jaws that folds out and reveal hidden teeths.
Crystal might be weaker than average females frigs but she still is an female frig. They have aweful temper and will bite off your head if they're pissed off. When she tell you to clean your room, you go and clean your room.
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