Fabulous Freak Show

I was probably still hoping I would marry Knuckles the Echidna someday before that twunk suddenly came into my life like a wrecking ball.

I've talked about what got me into freaky TFs and horror a few times, but I don't think I ever talked about what got me into characters missing limbs...

The answer is Alef Thau. I think I got the comics when I was 9 or 10.

Anyway, he's hot and was my first crush that wasn't a furry character. >_>

Upside-own metal bondage.

Was just trying to sketch some metal headgear featuring a nose hook setup that would evoke a bat rather than a pig, and then I got carried away.

#oblatio #bondage #metal #chains #suspension #chastity #hooks #dubcon

✞​ The body of Christ ✞​

[ #art #ocsky #nsfw #nsfwart #demon ]

He's got bright colours so people immediatly know he is extremely toxic.

why she so mean?
my first real attempt at tape bondage
dont worry, one just needs to rip it off like a bandaid; a 120 meter long bandaid

Thank you!
-Sa=> The A is the same as in the word "father"
-Se=> Same E as in "elephant"
-Too
-Louie
In french it sounds like "Ca c'est tout lui", which can be translated as "That's so him", because all of the characters I make in mmos have pun names that you only notice by saying them out loud.

Reposting this because I rarely give information regarding character creation or lore here and I feel like it might interest the ones who enjoy a slice of plot or two in their kink sandwich. :'p

BIG.
SPERMS.

#oblatio #noncon #macro_spermatozoon #tentacles #bondage

Temps perdu 🕰

Oblatio - Moaningbird (+story) by FabFreakShow -- Fur Affinity [dot] net Fur Affinity | For all things fluff, scaled, and feathered!

If you're a FA user, I've posted the text in a better format there:

www.furaffinity.net/view/63920473/

1/4 Inside the big reception hall, the party was in full swing. The guests seemed to be having quite some fun, some dancing, eating with abandon, or even sharing some private, intimate time in the small alcoves behind the purple curtains, while some others were chatting, sometimes discreetly discussing important matters. Each face was hidden behind a mask, from simple white domino masks to impressive, bejeweled work of arts featuring feathers and intricate gold or silver patterns. A group of musicians was playing on the stage, never taking a single break. There was not a even a single wrong note, not a flaw, in spite of the heavy metal balls that were entirely covering their heads and preventing them from seeing anything, or the chains at their feet. They would continue to play perfectly until they wouldn't be needed anymore. A few meters up from the ground, at the center of the room, was a single iron swing, held by sturdy chains attached to the ceiling. The metal bar had a vertical part in the center, made of round, ball-like protrusions larger than fists. Only two were visible, the top one bigger and covered slightly dulled spikes. There were some more, but those were plunged deep inside the anus of the captive that was squatting on top of the swing. By the noticeable bulging of the man's belly, it was obvious that there were many more of those iron protrusions. While his face was covered like the rest of the guests, his body was naked, completely exposed. He was clearly humanoid but had pale grey skin, a long, flexible tail with a few bright red feathers at the tip, and his feet were more reminiscent of a bird's, darker in colour with long, squamous toes, and orange talons that looked like they could disembowel a person. Large, cross-shaped scarifications were marking his legs and torso, and his shoulders sported black tattoos of chains in a loop.

2/4 The poor man wasn't very tall, maybe only 160 or 165 centimeters, but the deadly claws, the scars and his athletic body were quite enough to make him look impressive, or at least they would have been enough if he hadn't been in such a predicament. Long leather belts were holding the prisoner's legs bent, forcing him to keep squatting on his swing, sitting on what was essentially a massive, bulbous metal dildo. His arms, amputated above the elbows, ended with metal loops that were directly connected to some links of the swing's chains, all of this preventing him from standing up and easing the pain of his stretched ring. His long, thin tail was hanging from the metal bar, almost lazily, although on closer look one could notice that a small rope was tying it firmly so it couldn't completely unfurl and reach the guests. A metal chastity cage was painfully squishing the captive's cock, its ring so tight that his balls were turning slightly purple. It was completely flat in the front, leaving only three centimeters at best for the penis to fit in, and there was a small hole that had what looked like a screw decorated with a pearl on top going through it. It wasn't screwed all the way inside, but not much imagination was needed to realize that the other end of the thing was very likely plunged into the poor creature's urethra. The high priest of the cult had requested for that man to be displayed there. As a warning. The assassination attempt had been a failure, and while the ones who ordered it hadn't been found yet, the assassin had been stopped, caught, and exposed for everyone to see like a mere trophy.

3/4 The priest's twisted sense of humour made him choose what he deemed a fitting punishment for the Tiefling criminal, taking his avian-like body features as an excuse to present him like some grotesque bird by using the metal swing, but also covering his head with a feathered, padded, thick leather hood that was reminiscent of falconry hoods, with a fitting posture collar to keep the man's head up and straight. He had caught a bird of prey and was quite proud of showing how he had domesticated it. Without the music and the guests's voices, maybe his voice could be heard. Furious growls, pained cries or pathetic moans, whichever sound he was making, they were no different anyway with how muffled anything coming from him sounded under the thick hood, and what was very likely a large gag underneath, with its round outline being slightly visible from outside the leather prison. There was no need for sound to know how terrible his predicament was, though, as his body language was demonstrating quite enough: He'd often struggle, trying to move, his muscles suddenly tensing before he'd try to get up, pulling hard against his leather straps, bucking and shaking in all directions while his perch would start swinging, attracting more attention from the guests below. None of his struggles ended up making his restraints budge, and he would end up panting, spent, even weaker than after the previous attempt. Clearly exhausted, his escape attempts had become scarcer, soon replaced by uncontrollable spasms and jolts, sweat dripping down his grey skin.

4/4 The leather hood only had small, narrow openings in front of his nose, with long tubes going through his nostrils for him to breath through, effectively making any effort more taxing than it should by limiting his oxygen intake. When fighting became too hard for his exhausted body, he regularly started to shift his position, his long clawed toes clumsily trying to move over the metal bar as if it could ease his discomfort, but there was no way for him to lift his ass enough to ease the pressure he could feel inside his iron-stuffed bowels. Sometimes, some guests would look up when he'd try to shift position, some even starting to bet if he would end up slipping and stuffed with the entire dildo in the process. The party was only going to last until the next morning, and no one knew if the high priest's new pet bird was going to be moved somewhere else, or if he was to become a permanent addition to the reception all. And no one really dared to ask.

Most of time when I join a new tabletop rpg campaign I have to make sure my character would be enjoyable to fuck up in my art.
Main reason is that roleplay in general tends to fuel my drawing motivation.

#oblatio #noncon #amputee #bondage #chastity #sounding #bondage #sensory_deprivation #petplay

Thank you!
In all honesty, it's already hard enough for me to find the energy and motivation to write for myself, I just don't see me doing it for other people.
I've occasionally opened idea requests for drawings (nothing character specific), but I don't think I'll ever do it for writing.

You failed to deflect the enemy’s spell ! You are now afflicted with the BLANK DOLL curse ! The blank doll curse gives you the following conditions: Silent treatment: You cannot talk anymore, any attempt to do so will result in incomprehensible muffled sounds. Artificial construct: You do not need to breath, eat or sleep, you cannot bleed or get poisoned. Offering: Your legs are stuck in a spread position. Goodbye deadname: the first person to find you can rename you. anyone who knew you before will be convinced that the new name has always been your name. Debilitating itch: You feel a permanent, excrutiating itch between your legs. It will stop temporarly while something (object or living thing) is rubbed against that area. Weakling: Your strength stat is now reduced to 3. Lightweight: Your weight is divided by two. Soft skin: Your flesh has turned soft and flexible like rubber. Blindness: You cannot see anything.

You failed to deflect the enemy’s spell ! You are now afflicted with the INFLATABLE curse ! The Inflatable curse gives you the following conditions: Airhead: Your intelligence stat is now reduced to 4. You cannot make complex thoughts anymore. Artificial construct: You do not need to breath, eat or sleep, you cannot bleed or get poisoned. Stuck: You are stuck in position, Any attempt to move requires a DC 18 str. saving throw. On a success, you can only wiggle and wobble for a minute. Annoying squeaks: Your body will make squeaking and creaking sounds if it moves or is being moved. You will hear them even if you are affected by “deafness”. Debilitating itch: You feel a permanent, excrutiating itch between your legs. It will stop temporarly while something (object or living thing) is rubbed against that area. Goodbye deadname: The first person to find you can rename you. anyone who knew you before will be convinced that the new name has always been your name. Weakling: Your strength stat is now reduced to 3. Weightless: You can be carried by anyone, including tiny beings. Strong winds will push you. Ballooned: Your flesh has turned soft and flexible like rubber.Your body is filled with air and can be inflated and deflated. Silent treatment: You cannot talk anymore, any attempt to do so will result in incomprehensible muffled sounds. Sensory deprived: You are afflicted with “blindness” and “deafness”.

Adding some rpg mechanics on top of a post-TF pic like this cranks up my horniness to stupid levels. <:l

#oblatio #noncon #amputee #sensory_deprivation #dollification #transformation #zentai #faceless #nullification #inflatable

Thank you! They're always fun to make!

Adding some rpg mechanics on top of a post-TF pic like this cranks up my horniness to stupid levels.

#oblatio #noncon #amputee #sensory_deprivation #dollification #transformation #zentai #faceless #nullification

Thanks! I do like a nice belly bulge. >:]

the sacred texts

Thanks! I had a lot of fun designing the cage.

Thaaaaanks I'm just in the mood for drawing my guy getting stuffed by stupid amounts of cum and I can't stop x)

Oblatio - Moaningbird (sketch + story) by FabFreakShow -- Fur Affinity [dot] net Fur Affinity | For all things fluff, scaled, and feathered!

www.furaffinity.net/view/63758005/

1/4 Inside the big reception hall, the party was in full swing. The guests seemed to be having quite some fun, some dancing, eating with abandon, or even sharing some private, intimate time in the small alcoves behind the purple curtains, while some others were chatting, sometimes discreetly discussing important matters. Each face was hidden behind a mask, from simple white domino masks to impressive, bejeweled work of arts featuring feathers and intricate gold or silver patterns. A group of musicians was playing on the stage, never taking a single break. There was not a even a single wrong note, not a flaw, in spite of the heavy metal balls that were entirely covering their heads and preventing them from seeing anything, or the chains at their feet. They would continue to play perfectly until they wouldn't be needed anymore. A few meters up from the ground, at the center of the room, was a single iron swing, held by sturdy chains attached to the ceiling. The metal bar had a vertical part in the center, made of round, ball-like protrusions larger than fists. Only two were visible, the top one bigger and covered slightly dulled spikes. There were some more, but those were plunged deep inside the anus of the captive that was squatting on top of the swing. By the noticeable bulging of the man's belly, it was obvious that there were many more of those iron protrusions. While his face was covered like the rest of the guests, his body was naked, completely exposed. He was clearly humanoid but had pale grey skin, a long, flexible tail with a few bright red feathers at the tip, and his feet were more reminiscent of a bird's, darker in colour with long, squamous toes, and orange talons that looked like they could disembowel a person. Large, cross-shaped scarifications were marking his legs and torso, and his shoulders sported black tattoos of chains in a loop.

2/4 The poor man wasn't very tall, maybe only 160 or 165 centimeters, but the deadly claws, the scars and his athletic body were quite enough to make him look impressive, or at least they would have been enough if he hadn't been in such a predicament. Long leather belts were holding the prisoner's legs bent, forcing him to keep squatting on his swing, sitting on what was essentially a massive, bulbous metal dildo. His arms, amputated above the elbows, ended with metal loops that were directly connected to some links of the swing's chains, all of this preventing him from standing up and easing the pain of his stretched ring. His long, thin tail was hanging from the metal bar, almost lazily, although on closer look one could notice that a small rope was tying it firmly so it couldn't completely unfurl and reach the guests. A metal chastity cage was painfully squishing the captive's cock, its ring so tight that his balls were turning slightly purple. It was completely flat in the front, leaving only three centimeters at best for the penis to fit in, and there was a small hole that had what looked like a screw decorated with a pearl on top going through it. It wasn't screwed all the way inside, but not much imagination was needed to realize that the other end of the thing was very likely plunged into the poor creature's urethra. The high priest of the cult had requested for that man to be displayed there. As a warning. The assassination attempt had been a failure, and while the ones who ordered it hadn't been found yet, the assassin had been stopped, caught, and exposed for everyone to see like a mere trophy.

3/4 The priest's twisted sense of humour made him choose what he deemed a fitting punishment for the Tiefling criminal, taking his avian-like body features as an excuse to present him like some grotesque bird by using the metal swing, but also covering his head with a feathered, padded, thick leather hood that was reminiscent of falconry hoods, with a fitting posture collar to keep the man's head up and straight. He had caught a bird of prey and was quite proud of showing how he had domesticated it. Without the music and the guests's voices, maybe his voice could be heard. Furious growls, pained cries or pathetic moans, whichever sound he was making, they were no different anyway with how muffled anything coming from him sounded under the thick hood, and what was very likely a large gag underneath, with its round outline being slightly visible from outside the leather prison. There was no need for sound to know how terrible his predicament was, though, as his body language was demonstrating quite enough: He'd often struggle, trying to move, his muscles suddenly tensing before he'd try to get up, pulling hard against his leather straps, bucking and shaking in all directions while his perch would start swinging, attracting more attention from the guests below. None of his struggles ended up making his restraints budge, and he would end up panting, spent, even weaker than after the previous attempt. Clearly exhausted, his escape attempts had become scarcer, soon replaced by uncontrollable spasms and jolts, sweat dripping down his grey skin.

4/4 The leather hood only had small, narrow openings in front of his nose, with long tubes going through his nostrils for him to breath through, effectively making any effort more taxing than it should by limiting his oxygen intake. When fighting became too hard for his exhausted body, he regularly started to shift his position, his long clawed toes clumsily trying to move over the metal bar as if it could ease his discomfort, but there was no way for him to lift his ass enough to ease the pressure he could feel inside his iron-stuffed bowels. Sometimes, some guests would look up when he'd try to shift position, some even starting to bet if he would end up slipping and stuffed with the entire dildo in the process. The party was only going to last until the next morning, and no one knew if the high priest's new pet bird was going to be moved somewhere else, or if he was to become a permanent addition to the reception all. And no one really dared to ask.

The story is too long for bsky's alt text so I had to post it in 4 parts (the 4th pic is just there for the last part of the text).

If you're on FurAffinity, I posted it there in text format, link below.

#oblatio #noncon #amputee #bondage #chastity #sounding #bondage #sensory_deprivation #petplay

Nope, but he's got metal "piercings" at the end of his arms stumps.

Most of his life spent serving the cult, and no one told him his real purpose was to be used as an offering.

+Bonus closeups!

#oblatio #noncon #size_difference #amputee #cumflation #belly_kink #webbing #cum_from_nose #chastity #sounding #inflation

#horror #bodyhorror #scopophobia #AstersOCs

Gabes face cracked showing disgusting fleshy eyes? — Hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah

Thank you!

I love it when my friends tell me about their OCs and lore. "Look, I made a guy. This is why he can't ever find peace. Here's his dick"

He's definitely the kind of guy to think it's no big deal and that anyone can do it. He's clueless. :'p

The truth is, I think flexibility is hot as fuck.

#oblatio #injustice #tiefling

Aaand done!

Local cultist showing his faith to infernal creatures.

#injustice #oblatio #dubcon #size_difference #facial #amputee