Dens of Dirt, Sky of Blue

March is here, and commissions are open again (as if they've ever been closed). Contact me, as usual, though any means of communication you've got available. I'll do my best to respond promptly!

Additionally, there's two discounts available. If your order qualifies for either, that's 30% off!

March is here, and commissions are open again (as if they've ever been closed). Contact me, as usual, though any means of communication you've got available. I'll do my best to respond promptly!

Additionally, there's two discounts available. If your order qualifies for either, that's 30% off!

Mondays, really.

Aren't we all, aren't we all...

When the incubus the seducer is the one getting seduced.

If an enemy Venator aims his crossbow at me do NOT quantum tunnel, grab, knockback or ethereal shift me. I am exactly where I am meant to be.

You need only just ask.

Paw? I'm afraid that'd be barking up the wrong tree.

You're in luck. He's not a first draft, I originally designed him for a different thing with a slightly different name, and included his werewolf form as well. So while it's old work, I think the design's not going to change much here at least.

...wait does this mean you're amenable to fan art...?

Please, I would never! (He's recuperating in bed.)

The priest didn't help.

(That may have been the secret plan all along.)

Make sure you're not lactose-intolerant!

This just shows I have a hyper-specific taste and I will never shake it off. Enzo? Great. Romeo? Daddy.

But then you drop a half-angel who's a heart-throb with a juicy package and I'm literally crawling up the walls frothing at the mouth, I swear to God.

...would this count as deadnaming at this point? 🤔

A blast from the past.

Year of the Horse means everything old is gonna be new again. Bringing someone back with a fresh coat of paint.

He feels he's getting chonkier. I approve.

The dog don't bit 'cuz...
Disarmed. Silenced. Stunned. Immobilized. Dazed. Knocked up. In The Baroness Hotel.

Guilty of grand larceny, stealing people's hearts.

Bottom left has taken a shotgun and shot straight through my heart.

The curse of big lads everywhere.
(He might not like it, but I certainly won't complain about the view.)

I don't usually go hyper, but when I do, you can bet it'll be a hunky surfer rabbit with a profound sense of ennui.

Shelley is one of a million OCs knocking around in the back of my mind, but this was a YCH done by my good friend @densdirt.bsky.social ! Thanks again!

I can only imagine he "wears" shirts by tying them over his belt and in no way else.

I know what you are.

Very different sizes. Shelley barely reaches to Steven's abs. But that's what you get when one's a bull and the other's a rabbit.

His natural size and thickness DO NOT HELP one bit.

Cute. Naturally!

Muscle growth from you is always a treat.