Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
2008 was 40 years ago...
Thursday, April 12, 2012
@$$ Month 2012
I think this is gonna be some kind of continuing series for the month of April. Kari snapping photos of all the girls that didn't make it into my group pic from last year.
The picture which is still on my front page... just a few posts below.
Man, this blog is suffering.
Gonna do something about this technology crisis of mine real soon. Stay posted y'all.
The picture which is still on my front page... just a few posts below.
Man, this blog is suffering.
Gonna do something about this technology crisis of mine real soon. Stay posted y'all.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
BRINGGG OUT YER DEAAAAD!!!
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| now say "APRIL is @$$ MONTH"! |
So yeah, I'm not dead...
But, I'm not getting any better, either.Just throw me on the damn cart already.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Commission - Sari and Metabee
A fan of Sari Sumdac from Transformers Animated commissioned me for some cartoon smuts.
Coloring stuff is hard. T__T
Coloring stuff is hard. T__T
Saturday, April 30, 2011
COME AT ME BRO(s)!...and/or sis(s)(ses)?!?
As you'll notice above...
Boobs.
Oh wait, I mean-- featured above is a new slightly modified title graphic and also a brand new COMMISSION INFO page.
I am now currently available for all* your personalized smut-drawing needs!
(*certain exceptions apply. See commission information page for details.)
Boobs.
Oh wait, I mean-- featured above is a new slightly modified title graphic and also a brand new COMMISSION INFO page.
I am now currently available for all* your personalized smut-drawing needs!
(*certain exceptions apply. See commission information page for details.)
Sunday, April 17, 2011
CELEBRATION BITCHES.
Sup y'all.
Miss me?
Tomorrow marks another year of not dying for me! HUZZAH! Gonna work on getting regular again with this smut-production. WISH ME LUCK.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sweet Sticky Thang~
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| BEES. HONEY. CLEVER. YESSSS. |
So like,
It was brought to my attention that there's a lack of fanart love for Toon Titans Bumblebee.
What? You want COLOR?
PFFFFFT. HA HA HA.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I Wish 2 B the Little Game of Pretend
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| What is this I don't even |
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Cobwebs, Kinks and /co/...
So I started a Drawthread last night for the first time on this new PC setup... (and by new, I mean the old tower with new bits in it)
......
3 hours later I finish the first request and fall asleep. ^^;
Oops.
I'll try and do a few more today... hopefully my speed will improve once I get into the rhythm again.
......
3 hours later I finish the first request and fall asleep. ^^;
Oops.
I'll try and do a few more today... hopefully my speed will improve once I get into the rhythm again.
BEHOLD!
| Countdown to ADVENTURE ~<3 |
| "Any More Like You Back Home?" |
| Dedicated to the memory of Brandon Graham... who is alive and well. |
Monday, November 29, 2010
Go Back-- Back to the Beginning...
| Sorry, boys... she's just out of your league... |
Seems as if I've finally cobbled together a working computer again... with ALOT of help from people far more technically savvy than me. (Tho with a much smaller HD that before...)
However, in the interim, Google seems to have decided that deleting my account would be a lulzy idea.
So here we are.
New comp.
New account.
New blog.
Tons of old art still in digital limbo. And now the old blog and all the posts on it are gone too.
It's a mess, but it could always be worse. Nothing to do now but to roll up the sleeves and get back into the grind...
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
April is @$$ month 2008: Groph
This is Groph. She is my original Avatar: The Last Airbender character. Plz dun steal. Groph was created in the land of myth and mysteries. (See below:)
As stated in the above image, Groph uses fire-bending to expand her breasts and shoot fire from her nipples. (See below:)




P.S.:You may notice below that little button there. It is there because I need money.
If you LOVE GROPH or enjoy ANY of my other works, I ask that you please help me produce more of it by making a small contribution.
THANK YOU.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Huey's Reoccuring Nightmare: Episode 0
Huey Freeman bolted upright in his bed in a cold sweat. His glistening beaded forehead furrowed as he peered out into the mid-night darkness. His mind was racing, puzzling together meaning to the very potent image still etched in his minds eye. This girl who Huey had known for so long... so vulnerable... had only moments ago danced before him in the most vulgar and salacious manner imaginable. Her caramel skin shone with the exertion of shaking and gyrating her zaftig ass in a myrid of lurid contortions...
Jazmine DuBois is the girl next door. The tragic mullato. Huey had made it his business to try and enlighten Jazmnie on the inherent natural beauty of her african lineage. To try and buttress her fragile self-esteem with the steely beams of knowledge of self...
On the desk across from him, his long neglected and abandoned manifesto sat staring back at him. It's been nearly 9 years since he was transplanted to the comfortable suburb of Woodcrest. In all that time, Huey has begun to wonder if any of the work he so passionately labored over since his arrival to help inform, incite and uplift his people would ever bare any fruits. It seems, however, that Huey's subconscious mind was hinting at a darkly foreboding answer to this question.
But sitting in the gloomy darkness of his room, enveloped in the blackness of night, Huey saw meaning in the strikingly vivid image of his sleep. He understood now, that his inner mind's eye had shown him the dire future that lies before him should he fail in his life's mission. If the one person exposed to his influence on a daily basis could do no better than a common video whore, what chance then did the rest of the world fare?
Jazmine DuBois is the girl next door. The tragic mullato. Huey had made it his business to try and enlighten Jazmnie on the inherent natural beauty of her african lineage. To try and buttress her fragile self-esteem with the steely beams of knowledge of self...
On the desk across from him, his long neglected and abandoned manifesto sat staring back at him. It's been nearly 9 years since he was transplanted to the comfortable suburb of Woodcrest. In all that time, Huey has begun to wonder if any of the work he so passionately labored over since his arrival to help inform, incite and uplift his people would ever bare any fruits. It seems, however, that Huey's subconscious mind was hinting at a darkly foreboding answer to this question.
But sitting in the gloomy darkness of his room, enveloped in the blackness of night, Huey saw meaning in the strikingly vivid image of his sleep. He understood now, that his inner mind's eye had shown him the dire future that lies before him should he fail in his life's mission. If the one person exposed to his influence on a daily basis could do no better than a common video whore, what chance then did the rest of the world fare?
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