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A witch making s'mores in pumpkin patch surrounded by ghost cats phasing through the pumpkins. The setting is night time and there's fire lighting the scene.

S'mores 🤍

the completed pokemon legends: za Pokedex

So ready for Exotica day two!!

can you tell which seven deadly sin I am?🔥

we enjoyed it so much! the soundtrack is phenomenal, as well

a cartoon illustration of a snake like femme carving a pumpkin! they are seated in a pile of pillows and furs, wearing a low cut slit-leg black dress with thigh high fishnets, holding a green pumpkin in one hand and carving with the other. the final pumpkin has marijuana leaf eyes and has a joint placed in one corner of the mouth, with lots of green smoke leaking out.

Alti is the kind of person who would want to showcase their knife skills but not spend all day carving a pumpkin, so why not make a friend to join the party? 🎃💨

#artjamolantern #ocsky

Jessica as Poison Ivy

🌈Good morning! Be kind to a stranger today!✨
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More bomb hybrid

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You're not a bad artist, you just need practice.
You're not a bad artist, you just need practice.
You're not a bad artist, you just need practice.
You're not a bad artist, you just need practice.
You're not a bad artist, you just need practice.

⚰️ Monday, October 20 The veil lifts again!

Join me and the one and only @saturniibae.com for a night of sinful chaos, laughter, and unholy temptation.

Cum play. You never know what kind of trouble we’ll summon live. 🕯️

🩸 Tune in Monday night — only on Gothurbate.com

this sounds like a scene from workaholics with alex borstein

i hadn't heard that, thank you!

you definitely could!!

are they ai? i saw an accusation, but no proof

CAN'T WAIT

felt good to draw again after 6 weeks away

😁😁😁

Fsst fsst! #etherealcomics #cosplay #baddie #waifu

cuties on halloween after they come back from the pumpkin patch and have this big orange thing they dont know what to do with

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today's #altdrawsdaily is a second shot at the amazing @xdrainex.bsky.social ! they have such amazing and hot content, you should be following and subbing to them ASAP!! sheesh, all the different fabrics, straps, and textures were not easy to capture with pencil, but i'm glad i did it #art

so many straps, seams, laces, and straps in today's drawing...sheesh

A cartoon crow is looking up as orange, red and yellow fall leaves dance in tje wind around him.

The crow is walking on the crunchy leaves, saying "what a perfect day!"

The crow is marveling at how lovely all the leaves are, new seeing a stone in his path.

The crow trips on the stone right on his face.

Fall [part 1/3]

Text: A computer can never be horny, therefore a computer can never make art

Go show my friend and his art more love. Or prepare to get pouted at...

it's been over a month, but i had 1 person left on my "to draw" list, and i really wanted to put pencil to paper again..of course, i go to find them, and they've deleted... *sigh*. it's time for a redraw from 7mos ago...i love this creator, so i'm not mad at it

It's feeling a little warm in here....❤️‍🔥❤️✨️🧸
#nsfwsky 🧸 #fishnets 🧸 #chubby 🧸 #altgirls 🧸 #fansly 🧸 #ebony 🧸 #thighhighs

Keith Lanegan “The President”, tall and broad-shouldered in a tailored suit, stands at the elevator doors that would lead to the White Pony Club. He wears a black leather trench coat, but in this moment, he is slipping it from his shoulders to place it gently over Chelsea Hawkins, “The Bride”. Chelsea stands in front, dressed in the black bunny leotard uniform of the White Pony Club: bare shoulders, plunging neckline, black fishnet stockings, and high heels. The glossy material of her leotard catches the light, thus displaying her hourglass shape. Her long legs and exposed skin contrast with the large coat Keith is draping around her. Her expression is one of surprise. She turns her head toward Keith as if questioning his motives. Her lips part as if to speak, eyes narrowed in curiosity. Keith’s face is calm, composed, and possessive. His green eyes fix on her as if the gesture is satisfying. His hand lingers on her shoulder as the coat settles into place, thus covering her more than her uniform allows. Around them, members of the Aegis private security force stand in formation, wearing dark suits and earpieces. At the forefront is Varg Skjellum “The Hound”, massive and imposing, one hand pressed to his earpiece as he relays orders to his team. Their presence is tense but controlled, creating a wall of protection around the couple. The scene is a moment suspended in time. Part chivalry, part control. Chelsea is the White Pony Club’s director of human resources, floor manager for the courtesans, and the daughter of the head of the Sable Crown Resorts & Security. A woman who takes work seriously and has no time for romance. Keith, the charming but unfaithful chairman of Leftfield Corporation, is her husband by arrangement. Though he often chases pleasure with other women, sometimes—like now—he plays the role of a devoted husband, just for her.

Keith Lanegan stands in the middle, calm yet ambitious, spinning a basketball ball in one hand. His posture and focus suggest he’s training not just his body but his image. He wants recognition from men like Varg and Calce, proof he belongs among the strong. Varg Skjellum flexes beside him, pride radiating through his massive frame and battle-scarred tattoos. The satisfied gaze he casts on his reflection tells his story: a warrior defined by every victory and wound, still admiring the body that carried him through countless fights. Calce (OC by @drawlypsy) leans with a heavy roller across his shoulders, gaze fixed elsewhere. His eyes narrow in silent contempt for authority—he despises men like Keith, who profit from corruption and exploit women, and privately believes Chelsea Hawkins, not Keith, deserves command.

A dark, dimly lit interrogation room deep within the Sable Crown tower. The scene captures the chilling aftermath of a corporate punishment led by Chelsea Hawkins, the manager of the White Pony Club and Director of Human Resources for Sable Crown Resorts & Security. She stands tall and calm in her iconic black bunny leotard, fishnet stockings, and high heels—an unsettling mixture of elegance and menace. In front of her, a restrained man sits on a chair, shirtless and trembling. His mouth is bloodied, his body weakened from the interrogation. This man is Mr. Price, a senior accountant from Sable Crown’s finance division who secretly skimmed money from the company’s accounts and built a ring of collaborators around him. The lighting isolates him under a cold beam, leaving the rest of the room in shadow, creating a stark contrast between luxury and cruelty. Beside the prisoner stands Quelle Krispe—The Butcher—a tall, silent enforcer wearing a skull mask and holding a power drill in his hand. His posture is calm and mechanical, embodying the club’s ruthless precision. A faint red light gleams across the drill as it hums ominously, ready to continue where Chelsea left off. Behind them, Jens Duplantier—the youngest member of Aegis PMC—watches in quiet horror. His red hair catches the light and his eyes are filled with confusion and dread. Jens looks up to Chelsea as a big sister, mentor, and protector, but witnessing her cold efficiency shakes his understanding of the world he serves. To him, this isn’t justice—it’s revelation. Chelsea, however, remains perfectly composed. Her hands rest on her hips as she addresses Mr. Price in an even tone, thanking him for revealing his collaborators. Then, with the same professionalism she uses to manage her courtesans, she turns to Quelle and instructs him to finish the job. Her expression doesn’t change; her words are formal, polite, and final.

Velvet stands forward, bright-eyed and anxious. She joined the gym to perform better at work, but being near Keith—her secret crush and occasional lover—makes concentration nearly impossible. Roulette smokes between sets, half her jaw scarred and exposed, expression flat. She’s indifferent to the display, convinced mixing men and women here is a mistake. Smile beams as she snaps a photo; she adores confidence and raw masculinity, and all three men fascinate her equally. Mercedes curls a dumbbell with soldierly focus. Her mind stays on discipline, not attraction. She trains because strength is survival, and because she quietly despises serving men she deems corrupt.

Happy #PortfolioDay

This will be my first intro to my profile. My name is KH17. I am a SFW/NSFW anime artist and I draw OCs that work in a VIP club. I hope to keep drawing it more in the future.