January 2024

new exclusive for $5 patrons, prompt fill “hard”

POV: you are Herald falling in love with the woman who humiliated you on national television

(but you don’t know that part yet)

updated sidestep line up, now with tatsuya and lula tal

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i would look at lula’s sheet… closely… if i were you….

the others’ stat sheets can be found here

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what? can’t two girlies are share an ice cream?

(milo belongs to @flystep​)

ᵃˡᵗ ᵛᵉʳˢᶦᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ 🔞

fey won the poll and gave me the opportunity to draw enica’s fey form for the first time in a while! got one early access work and one exclusive for $5+ patrons! i hope yall like big maws.

wip roundup!

tagged by @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal thank you!
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

most of my wips stay untitled until im in the editing phase, so a lot of these will be blunt [ship name / what happens in it] but lets see…

i don’t know whomst to tag so i will leave it up to yall, if you wanna play and say i tagged you, go right ahead.

Curious about ortega/k gender momence 👀👀

o7 this one is NSFW so i’m gonna shove it under a read more. quick context is k- trying on a set of lingerie and showing ortega, and then things… spiral from there.

The swath of scars and vivid orange tattoos stood out plainly, but not as much as the sheer, delicate latticework of finery that clung gently around their hips and chest. 

It was a pearly white in color, and thin enough in places to see their skin flush. Coy loops and bows danced across the edges, giving the piece a feeling of innocence. Ortega was sweating. His blood was pounding in his ears, but he was lightheaded. he wanted to touch. Oh, he wanted to touch very badly, so badly that his hands started to tremble with the desire. 

The lovely white lace cupped them delicately between their legs and left very little for the imagination. But it wasn’t the suggestive lines of their cock that was frying his brain. It was the ever so slight swell of their chest being pushed together with the aid of the brassiere to form the smallest, most precious cleavage.

The click of fingers brought Ortega back to himself and he snapped his gaze up to their face. They were not quite smiling, but an amusement had settled across their face and softened their features in turn. 

‟You’re going to kill me.” Ortega groaned, swallowing heavily. 

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almost, but not quite, mirrored.

a quick cool down sketch of k- and their puppet, asha.

whats the deal with indigo?

its the another part to the anomaly series; a series of conversations between tal and chen:

“thats an order.”

“i know.”

“tal.” he says, his shoulder makes a slight buzzing sound, almost entirely inaudible, as he turns to face you. “don’t.”

his scars warp the surface of his face; plasma burns pull skin taut and shiny. they disrupt his hair line and slash his eyebrows, which furrow darkly. you read him plainly. he does not want you to die.

he let it happen the first time

the web has an… unusual method of enthralling its victims

sidestep reborn.

the suit might be new, but the name was always hers.

quick warm up of jordan during her sidestep days - when she had shorter hair and an even shorter temper.

what lurks in the dark? find out only on patreon!

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judging you