Duth "Chloe" Olec

That's good to know if I comm you, since that's also the days I have most open.
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wait the next art on my agenda might be really good to get from you, it's very coils-focused...

The forest trees swayed in the wind, scattering the deep pink petals of the blossoming flowers overhead. They twirled through the air before settling on the grassy forest meadow below. A few landed in Sprout’s fluffy whipped cream hair. Every so often he poked one off with a stout claw, especially when it landed against the plant sprout poking up from his hair. To say the least he was ticklish on that sensitive green bud growing from within. He sat against one of the trees. The arm-length draconic tail emerging from his cargo pants curled against the bark, blending in near the grass. He sat among the open forest, watching the trees sway in the wind. Sprout sketched the scene in a sketchbook, pausing every so often to doodle a fallen petal. The sun shone on the warm spring afternoon, perhaps the warmest yet of the year, but Sprout still nestled in his dark jacket, scarf covering his stubby muzzle up to his pink button nose. His pointed dark-tipped ears angled up to give room for his headphones. The lo-fi music trailing from his headphones settled Sprout into a cozy mood. Chirping birds and rustling leaves mixed with the peaceful, natural music, and Sprout lost himself in the slow rhythm of nature, settling his thoughts through the pen to page. In the empty forest he could rest and relax alone. Sprout blinked and jerked out of his tranquil drawing when he noticed a crooning song in a light, luscious voice flowed through the music. He was sure the music had no lyrics. He pulled off his headphones and looked for the singer. “Just sway with me, our hearts align, “And drift away, until you’re mine, “Blossomed love enveloping soul, “Your love for me’s what makes you whole.”

“I would love it if you were to draw me, little Sprout.” Jb curled her body and squeezed her hands together under her cheek, arms pressed over her chest. Her snake body spiraled behind her, the heart pattern swirling before Sprout. “Don’t you think I would make a lovely art focus?” “I don’t—sure, but—I mean—” Sprout’s gaze swayed between Jb and his sketchbook, head buzzing and burning from her forward manner. “I don’t know if I, um, if I’m good enough to do that, miss.” “Don’t be silly,” Jb said. “Just lose yourself to the creative process.” Sprout twitched as a squeezing grasp curled around his arm over his jacket. Jb’s lush, rosy-hearted tail slithered down his arm. He reached to pull her off and touched his paw beans to her soft, velvety scales. So enchanting did the scaly texture over her pillowy tail feel that his mouth dropped open and his hand limply rubbed her tail, as if her scales were silk spinning down his skin into his mind. Jb’s tail curled around his other hand. It tingled up his arm, its grip gentle like a heavy blanket. She moved his hand to the sketchbook page like a puppet. “All you have to do,” she said, “is draw what you see. Draw what you feel.” As Jb moved Sprout’s hand to the page her soothing scales slithered through his mind. Fantasies filled his head of rubbing Jb’s scales as her tail massaged him, wrapped him up, a tight hug squeezing soothing scales against him until not one inch of his skin wasn’t swathed in those blessed scales. Sprout snapped awake and looked at the page, covered in hearts Jb had coaxed him to draw. He waved the tail off his arm, and she slipped it away.

Sprout looked at her hovering over him. He looked at the sketchbook and gaped—hearts covered the page like a swarm, some twisting and spiraling. It looked like a heart bubble bath. “Did I draw all those?” he mumbled. All he could remember was a bright glow warming his mind like a thought-melting oven. Even now his thoughts struggled to reform to solid shape. He gasped between his teeth as Jb curled next to him, squeezing a strong arm around him. He tried to shuffle away, but her squeezing tail entwined him close. “You drew them in a flurry, dropped into a focused drawing trance.” Jb poked his nose and he ducked into his scarf. “It was just too adorable, watching you draw your feelings.” She twirled a finger through his hair and spoke with a taunting melody, “Somebody’s got a crush.” “What?” Sprout’s body tensed up, and his heart shook and lungs wheezed at Jb’s insinuation. He shuffled away, but Jb held her grip. “No, that’s—that’s not what—that isn’t—not what it—it means—isn’t—” “Aww.” Jb held Sprout’s muzzle shut between her fingers. “You’re so adorable.” She lifted a heart necklace before him. “This symbol can only mean one thing, of course.” “But—but that isn’t why—” Sprout’s stammering slurred and his wheezes slowed to deep breaths from Jb’s dizzying sweet perfume. Jb swayed the glimmering ruby-pink heart pendant before him. “It was just—you just—so many hearts—just so many hearts—” He followed the heart pendulum back and forth. His train of thought swayed with it. “Many—many, um—so many—many—many—um—” His protests tumbled into sleepy muttering, eyes fluttering. He forgot what he was saying. Something about hearts. Hearts so pretty. So many pretty hearts. Follow the hearts.

Sprout sighed as he floated through the world of love without a care. Below him curled a supple, swelling slide of deep crimson with rosy hearts inviting him to sink into soft love. He slipped down the scaly slide, silken as a massaging blanket. It curled and raised him to a tip as wide as his body that wrapped around him in a tender, tight, lusciously loving hug. He nuzzled the giant tail. From the pink mist rose a figure impressive as the imposing statues built for worship in ancient temples. A love goddess, as evidenced by the hearts adorning her figure. She smiled to Sprout and blew sweet breath over him, fresh and cleansing his mind. “Now, my little Sprout,” Jb said, her rich voice echoing as if the fabric of the world, pouring into his ears like melodic ambrosia, “do tell me all about that little green bud on your head, please.” When Jb spoke, all of Sprout’s thoughts turned to follow, fell to submit and carry out her requests. “That’s my sprout,” he responded, voice far away in a daze. “Good little sprout. Want to please love goddess.” “And you’re doing such a good job, little Sprout,” Jb said as though Sprout’s submission were the cutest thing in the world. “Is your sprout special, or do all your kind have it?” “We all have one,” Sprout said. “But mine is different. Will always be a sprout, never blossom.” “Aww, now that is a shame,” Jb said. “Would it not be lovelier if that little sprout blossomed into a loving, flowering heart honoring your love goddess?”

Sprouting Love was a commission I did a year ago for Xero, featuring their character hypnotized into a pet by Jb. Below are some snippets from the much longer story. #hypnokink #hypnosis #lamia #naga #snake cloudycuckoocosmos.com/hypnosisnake...

I was thinking about what a hypnosis term for aphrodisiac might be, and realized since aphrodisiac comes from Aphrodite, maybe just hypnosiac

When you wander alone, you’ll always find the strangest things 🍁

Had a bonkers idea earlier: rewrite classic public domain novels as sexy snake romance. The pirates in Treasure Island are sexy snakes now.
Clearly this is what the public domain should be used for. Forget bad cheap horror fliks, let Winnie the Pooh be sexy (when christopher robin isn't around ofc!)

This is part of their plan. Require hugely expensive security features that nobody but large corportaions can afford

They won't be banning porn, but it just won't be there. Call your reps.

The forest trees swayed in the wind, scattering the deep pink petals of the blossoming flowers overhead. They twirled through the air before settling on the grassy forest meadow below. A few landed in Sprout’s fluffy whipped cream hair. Every so often he poked one off with a stout claw, especially when it landed against the plant sprout poking up from his hair. To say the least he was ticklish on that sensitive green bud growing from within. He sat against one of the trees. The arm-length draconic tail emerging from his cargo pants curled against the bark, blending in near the grass. He sat among the open forest, watching the trees sway in the wind. Sprout sketched the scene in a sketchbook, pausing every so often to doodle a fallen petal. The sun shone on the warm spring afternoon, perhaps the warmest yet of the year, but Sprout still nestled in his dark jacket, scarf covering his stubby muzzle up to his pink button nose. His pointed dark-tipped ears angled up to give room for his headphones. The lo-fi music trailing from his headphones settled Sprout into a cozy mood. Chirping birds and rustling leaves mixed with the peaceful, natural music, and Sprout lost himself in the slow rhythm of nature, settling his thoughts through the pen to page. In the empty forest he could rest and relax alone. Sprout blinked and jerked out of his tranquil drawing when he noticed a crooning song in a light, luscious voice flowed through the music. He was sure the music had no lyrics. He pulled off his headphones and looked for the singer. “Just sway with me, our hearts align, “And drift away, until you’re mine, “Blossomed love enveloping soul, “Your love for me’s what makes you whole.”

“I would love it if you were to draw me, little Sprout.” Jb curled her body and squeezed her hands together under her cheek, arms pressed over her chest. Her snake body spiraled behind her, the heart pattern swirling before Sprout. “Don’t you think I would make a lovely art focus?” “I don’t—sure, but—I mean—” Sprout’s gaze swayed between Jb and his sketchbook, head buzzing and burning from her forward manner. “I don’t know if I, um, if I’m good enough to do that, miss.” “Don’t be silly,” Jb said. “Just lose yourself to the creative process.” Sprout twitched as a squeezing grasp curled around his arm over his jacket. Jb’s lush, rosy-hearted tail slithered down his arm. He reached to pull her off and touched his paw beans to her soft, velvety scales. So enchanting did the scaly texture over her pillowy tail feel that his mouth dropped open and his hand limply rubbed her tail, as if her scales were silk spinning down his skin into his mind. Jb’s tail curled around his other hand. It tingled up his arm, its grip gentle like a heavy blanket. She moved his hand to the sketchbook page like a puppet. “All you have to do,” she said, “is draw what you see. Draw what you feel.” As Jb moved Sprout’s hand to the page her soothing scales slithered through his mind. Fantasies filled his head of rubbing Jb’s scales as her tail massaged him, wrapped him up, a tight hug squeezing soothing scales against him until not one inch of his skin wasn’t swathed in those blessed scales. Sprout snapped awake and looked at the page, covered in hearts Jb had coaxed him to draw. He waved the tail off his arm, and she slipped it away.

Sprout looked at her hovering over him. He looked at the sketchbook and gaped—hearts covered the page like a swarm, some twisting and spiraling. It looked like a heart bubble bath. “Did I draw all those?” he mumbled. All he could remember was a bright glow warming his mind like a thought-melting oven. Even now his thoughts struggled to reform to solid shape. He gasped between his teeth as Jb curled next to him, squeezing a strong arm around him. He tried to shuffle away, but her squeezing tail entwined him close. “You drew them in a flurry, dropped into a focused drawing trance.” Jb poked his nose and he ducked into his scarf. “It was just too adorable, watching you draw your feelings.” She twirled a finger through his hair and spoke with a taunting melody, “Somebody’s got a crush.” “What?” Sprout’s body tensed up, and his heart shook and lungs wheezed at Jb’s insinuation. He shuffled away, but Jb held her grip. “No, that’s—that’s not what—that isn’t—not what it—it means—isn’t—” “Aww.” Jb held Sprout’s muzzle shut between her fingers. “You’re so adorable.” She lifted a heart necklace before him. “This symbol can only mean one thing, of course.” “But—but that isn’t why—” Sprout’s stammering slurred and his wheezes slowed to deep breaths from Jb’s dizzying sweet perfume. Jb swayed the glimmering ruby-pink heart pendant before him. “It was just—you just—so many hearts—just so many hearts—” He followed the heart pendulum back and forth. His train of thought swayed with it. “Many—many, um—so many—many—many—um—” His protests tumbled into sleepy muttering, eyes fluttering. He forgot what he was saying. Something about hearts. Hearts so pretty. So many pretty hearts. Follow the hearts.

Sprout sighed as he floated through the world of love without a care. Below him curled a supple, swelling slide of deep crimson with rosy hearts inviting him to sink into soft love. He slipped down the scaly slide, silken as a massaging blanket. It curled and raised him to a tip as wide as his body that wrapped around him in a tender, tight, lusciously loving hug. He nuzzled the giant tail. From the pink mist rose a figure impressive as the imposing statues built for worship in ancient temples. A love goddess, as evidenced by the hearts adorning her figure. She smiled to Sprout and blew sweet breath over him, fresh and cleansing his mind. “Now, my little Sprout,” Jb said, her rich voice echoing as if the fabric of the world, pouring into his ears like melodic ambrosia, “do tell me all about that little green bud on your head, please.” When Jb spoke, all of Sprout’s thoughts turned to follow, fell to submit and carry out her requests. “That’s my sprout,” he responded, voice far away in a daze. “Good little sprout. Want to please love goddess.” “And you’re doing such a good job, little Sprout,” Jb said as though Sprout’s submission were the cutest thing in the world. “Is your sprout special, or do all your kind have it?” “We all have one,” Sprout said. “But mine is different. Will always be a sprout, never blossom.” “Aww, now that is a shame,” Jb said. “Would it not be lovelier if that little sprout blossomed into a loving, flowering heart honoring your love goddess?”

Sprouting Love was a commission I did a year ago for Xero, featuring their character hypnotized into a pet by Jb. Below are some snippets from the much longer story. #hypnokink #hypnosis #lamia #naga #snake cloudycuckoocosmos.com/hypnosisnake...

An assortment of doodles of my OC Sofia in various situations

Sofia doodles collection 03

Rendered icon

Dwarf comm

Rendered portrait

Prices

Down to my last $100 in in the bank after bills this week, need to fill a few commission slots! If interested, please email ♡

#art #commission #furryart #dndart #wowart #worldofwarcraft #ffxiv #fantasyart

Jb is actually an Egyptian word, which is what inspired her name. en.wiktionary.org/wiki/jb#Egyp...
The fact her old name before being transformed has the same initials is definitely a coincidence.

I am!

Lilith is sitting on a chair, Jb's tail wrapped around her shoulders and under her chest. She is staring up, mouth agape, and her eyes are wide and full of Jb's hypnotic heart pattern. Jb grips Lilith's ponytail with a hand, pulling her gaze up, while another hand rests on Lilith's cheek. Jb sits close against Lilith, her girthy snake butt on Lilith's lap, rather dwarfing her, while she looks down at Lilith with a smile and hypnotic heart eyes.

Same image as before but slightly reworked and the addition that Lilith now has an open-mouth smile with her tongue hanging out, hearts dancing around her head. Jb also now has an open-mouth smile and she has extended her snake tongue to tap Lilith's cheek.

Lovely artwork by @llazuliart.bsky.social from 2-3 years ago! Jb has gotten @unlicenseddragon.bsky.social's Lilith in a seat and is using her for a seat while she overwhelms her with #hypnosis
#hypnokink #lamia #naga #snake

As a creator, my primary goal is to eventually be popular enough for some people to organize a wiki about something I write.
not a fandom wiki though

Despite failing to call for Bagheera, he notices your predicament and stops the #lamia. When you awake, you can choose not to help Bagheera. It turns out the lamia was just lonely, and you want to stay in the jungle.
You unlock the lamia wife ending!
#LamiaPathsways #naga #snake #hypnokink #hypnosis

If you're so tired you doze off during the narration, 2c has a lamia who wastes no time and begins her hypnosis while you're speaking. You might call for help, but the lamia reminds you that you just said you need no help. #LamiaPathsways #lamia #naga #snake #hypnokink #hypnosis

homestuck should be trending
i want to see discourse!!

Looks good to me! A tasty mess is still a success! hey that rhymed.
The next dessert I'm planning to make is apple pie, may it look as good as yours.

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Despite failing to call for Bagheera, he notices your predicament and stops the #lamia. When you awake, you can choose not to help Bagheera. It turns out the lamia was just lonely, and you want to stay in the jungle.
You unlock the lamia wife ending!
#LamiaPathsways #naga #snake #hypnokink #hypnosis

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If you're so tired you doze off during the narration, 2c has a lamia who wastes no time and begins her hypnosis while you're speaking. You might call for help, but the lamia reminds you that you just said you need no help. #LamiaPathsways #lamia #naga #snake #hypnokink #hypnosis

I mean, that would be even more difficult than typing them up at the time.
and with my handwriting i forget what i'm writing in the middle of writing it because it's so awful! /lh

Since Bluesky lists are public, though, I'd want to ask each artist before I add them.

yes the state i'm referring to is masturbation.
Sometimes gotta remind people this is an 18+ account!

I need some sort of brain scanner that enters my thoughts as I think them so I can refer back to them later. Sometimes I get really good writing ideas but I'm not in a state conductive to typing them up, and by the time I can I don't remember how the ideas went exactly.

Belle looked around the swampy water. She was sure she would find it out there. Stories had been coming in of a giant banana slug out at the old lake, with evidence of slime and goo everywhere. Some even saw it moving through the water. One person even said they married it, although when Belle checked the official marriage certificates she found no evidence for that. Still, she hoped to find a real giant banana slug out there. That would make those folks at the paper she interned at stop laughing and make her a real reporter! She stopped the boat in the middle of the lake and peered around. Nothing yet, but something big and yellow should be easy to spot in all the blue and green of the area. “Oh, hello there.” Belle shouted and spun around. Rising from the lake off the side of her boat was the giant banana slug! “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” “Huh, none of them said the banana slug could talk.” Ageul pulled her yellow hair out from in front of her glaring face. “Banana slug?” “Oh.” This wasn’t a slug, Belle realized, this was… some sort of goo person. “I’m not a slug! And–this is–” She lifted her hair. “There was a big pineapple spill off the nearby road.” “What?”

Ageul shook her head. “Sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Ageul. And you are?” “Belle.” She peered at the goo girl, her yellow eyes looking Belle over. “What are you?” Ageul frowned. “Lonely.” Belle shook her head. “Nah, no story in that. Middle of the lake, of course you’d be lonely. I mean what sort of creature are you?” “Oh, a slime–I mean, goo lamia.” “Now that’s a story!” Belle pulled out a tablet and typed her observations of Ageul in. “Do you mind if I ask you some questions?” “Can I ask you, first,” Ageul said, trembling, “er, is that tablet waterproof?” “Why do you ask?” “W-Well,” Ageul said, “you know, water splashes sometimes, and”–Belle felt something soft and wet slide over her arm, and she felt a wave of sluggishness fall over her–“some of the liquid around here can have a mind of its own, and”–Belle looked down at a yellow tail of goo sliding around her, forming a loop around her torso. She stood up, but as the tail wrapped around and massaged her skin she felt woozy and sat back down–“well, you see, I just”–Ageul slithered onto the boat and held Belle’s face in her hands. Belle felt the world spinning from Ageul’s touch, her goo spreading over her as her tail wrapped higher. Ageul held Belle’s arms down, giving her a big goo hug squeezing ove her body–“I’ve been wanting someone to hold for weeks and I’m just needy and you’re the cutest girl I’ve ever seen!”

Ageul hugged her arms around Belle’s head, her sticky hair sliding down over Belle’s face. The soporific effect of Ageul’s hair sent Belle spinning into a sleepy daze, her thoughts turning to slimy goo. Ageul’s cool body felt so nice in the hot swampy day, it was like she could go for a swim without entering the water. Ageul wrapped her tail higher around Belle, thicker loops rising higher around Belle’s chest and over her shoulders and around her neck and behind her head and more tail rising from the lake, engulfing Belle in growing gooey bliss. Then the boat sank. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Ageul looked at the pieces of boat floating in the lake, broken from the intense weight of her long tail piled on top. “Uh…” She looked at Belle, eyes glazed over as she remained lost in a daze from Ageul’s gooey pile of coils. “Not that you’ve really noticed.” She smiled and leaned closer. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you breathe down here.” Ageul smooched Belle, absorbing the water caught in her lungs. Belle was lost in a soporific daze, the swampy pineapple taste not strong enough to rouse her from her dozing.

And for Ageul's birthday, a microstory from Hypnovember 2020, for the prompt Goo. When Ageul absorbs a lot of liquid she gets very touchy-feely, and often doesn't realize her own weight. #slime #slimegirl

Ageul is sitting on the ground, looking at her tail, which is scrunched up in front of her. In this art she is her normal color, all blue.

Same art but now her hair and body starting at her hips are a vibrant green-yellow, like lemon-lime.

Same art but now her hair and body starting at her hips have an ice cream style: white with chocolate stripes, lengthwise on her body and drizzling down in waves in her hair. The ends of her hair are cherry-red.

Same art but now her hair and body starting at her hips are oily black, with the underside red (oil spills can cause different colors; in retrospect I probably would have asked to make it all black with a rainbow shine).

It's Ageul's birthday! Here's some old art of her by halcyon-moon showing how her hair and tail can change colors depending on what liquid she absorbs. A little lemon-lime flavor, delicious ice cream, or... oil spill.
who wouldn't want to be wrapped up by an ice cream slime lamia
#slime #slimegirl

Has anyone made a Bluesky list of artists who draw hypnosis content and sometimes take comms? I feel like that'd be a useful way to not just find artists but quickly skim through to look for ones currently open.
I might do that, if no one has.
if private lists were a thing i'd do that anyway

this is from back in May, but while youre calling your representatives about the SCREEN act and KOSA, its worth including a mention about the 'Interstate Obscenity Definition Act' (IODA).

remember, you dont need to go into great detail, you just need to be another tally of citizens saying "no"

From the writer side: yes, well, sort of. Well, not a ton of things, but there are things I don't write.
Well, until I did, but the ones I'm thinking of I kept Patreon-exclusive because I didn't feel ready to unleash it on the wider world.