©Palisal

Bittersweetmayhem's got Alicia, but I am the MeatCorp Soldier, Rouge the Bat.

Gwen for @pereiracartoons.bsky.social

Bitters teaching Jolt to work a pole

I ran the numbers, chat. In under a year Jolt has already outpaced Bitters in quantity of artworks. Its official, shes my main gal now

Bitters is attempting to impart her stripper wisdom upon her. Gotta teach the new gal how to entertain the audience

Quick stream to get outta the rusty mood
piczel.tv/watch/joaopp...

downloaded Moho to try it out and I was really impressed by how intuitive it was to learn. Next time though I'll try a little less tweening

anyway here's Yoko

One of those times @kotep.xyz turned into a cyber dog.

Oh no, Schimmer found a PVC suit on sale.
There goes the rest of the weekend.
Somebody bring her a Pocari Sweat.

DAY 639 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTICAT

TODAY AT 5:30 😊😊😁😁😊😊 it's Kirby Road trip 😀😀😀 new game plus 😁😁😁😁 which means 100% we'll have to like, kill God.

twitch.tv/gloopqueen

official windows xp themes by nintendo

heh m-my tail is wagging, when this happens, my b-body keep squeaking and growing

when there is a person that who talks with you, but he said "rubber shapeshifters zoruas are hot"

me:

@gitasqrl



--Or commission me!--

One of the top 5 things in that series.

Traditional seasonal stop motion deer.

Tbf Surge's is pretty big too

He'd wanted to see if he could, mostly. Bored as usual. And as it turns out, he very much could. He cackled and squeeze and pat himself as they struggled and squirmed and churned in his balls, until finally it stopped and the pressure began to build. The force it took to push all that wobbling fat down his cock returned with a vengeance as he cranked himself vigorously. They were gone. He couldn't even feel their souls anymore; what had been his annoying chatterbox sister and her ditzy girlfriend pumped in thick ropes out of his cock, weighing down the orange rubber with ever more and more luminescent demon semen. "Lookat you now! Couple of useless lesbians doin' what they shoulda always done: Give me an orgasm! What a waste! I love it!" He panted hotly, his nuts heaving as they worked, the teeming spunk pulsing forth in waves; his two closest confidants were now nothing but thick waves of dumpster bound demon glop. Not that he cared; he was a demon after all. Guilt wasn't in his nature... and in fact, he could think of a few annoying brats that would look just as good this way... In fact, he could start as soon as the fat-assed red one got home from softball practice...

Me and @norithics.bsky.social were chatting about vorish subjects & while normal vore doesn't do anything for him, the sheer dickwad factor of cv & cum tf tickled him a bit, so I decided to give him something fun & see how he liked it ...and wing Gwen and @yukiakuma.bsky.social along with it!

Commission for Luigi-Vaporeon
#art #furry #oc #latex #bondage

3 toony generations of Bazonga women!
Tiddy, Areola, and Juggz!

I know a thing or two about blue

Uh oh, Alexandra found @grayscalerain.bsky.social !

A silly Czechimation doodle of Jenny that I did while messing around with the style. :3

Commission for @salemtfhour.bsky.social

👁️‍🗨️
Hmm.. ornaments..

a big step in learning to drraw, was to accept that it wasn't for me

years ago used to line and color stuff properly or try and i was happy with the results (it was ass)

now i can't get past the sketch, i feel nothing with my art when i look at it and idk how to continue it
aka stagnation

more 🦉

half

Soul suckers 💋💜

hey

[Audio log, information irretrievable and voices distorted.] The audio contains a conversation with two individuals. The first is closer to the microphone, and sounds like Kai Tyde. Kai: “Thanks for coming dude, I need all hands for some A.I. help.” A.I.: “I assume you mean someone other than me?” Kai: “Yeah, I was really digging this new drone program. Bright’s old computer assistant T-” A.I.: “Tektite, I'm familiar. What's the issue with it?” Kai: “I thought the dude would . . . I don't know, just make drones but . . .” A.I.: “Starting to realize the problem with that?” Kai: “For something made of a bunch of numbers that can't count to two, they have a lot more emotion than I was expecting. I got the feeling Dr. Bright’s wanting back into Cognizant. And out of everyone that doesn’t want that, Tektite wants it the least. But man, even mentioning her has it crashing out. I’m getting worried what might happen if she actually does run into it.” A.I.: “Do they need termination?” Kai: “NO! . . . sorry, just, I can't have a mastermind disappear during an event. I just, I need someone to go, I don't know, check their software? Make sure bright isn't affecting them?” A.I.: “Not alter, but someone who can report back if something is wrong.” Kai: “Yeah! I just need . . . what does Jasper call it, a bug report?” A.I.: “I can do something like that . . . for a favor.” Kai: “Really man? Fine, what's the extortion here?” A.I.: “Simple, I don't want to deal with all the COSHA bunny paper work that's going to come out of this.” Kai: There's a long light sigh. “Jasper is gonna wreck me . . .” °     °     °     °     ° [Video recording inside of a facility 18 data stream.] An otter in a blue sweater walks further into the facility. A number of vaugekin attempt to impede his progress. There is a sudden light blue glow shining off the otter, noticeably in his eyes, hands, and tips of the fur on his head. A number of cyan pins form in their hands before being thrown at the Vaugekin. There is a glitch distortion around the drones before freezing still. The otter continues walking forward to a console, showing a large white triangle on his back, a pattern on the sweater itself. Ace: “Artificery . . . I can make things out of thin air in a digital world, and yet I can't even access a computer inside a computer . . .” He looks back at the vaugekin before putting his hands on the sides of the console. The glow around him returns, and with it the sounds of typing, though he notably doesn't touch the keyboard. The keys just move on their own. Ace: “Let's see . . . personal ID log . . . Tektite file . . . what's happening under your hood buddy?” Ace: “Really mad at Bright, a lot of security increases . . . that’s good I suppose . . . drones serve all? That's a bit . . .” Ace: “Huh, emotional response index? . . . when they asked for dormancy, I thought they would have lowered this. So that's why Tektite's been off . . .” There is a red flicker in the recording as the blue glow around Ace fades out. Ace: “A bit worrying, but nothing I ca-” As Ace tries to pull back, the console flashes a bright Red, and strings of energy jolt around him. Ace's form begins distorting, breaking apart, and fragmenting into large pixelated blocks. The door to the room slams open, and Tektite enters. As the otter’s form further breaks apart, the red computer program walks closer. Their detached head locked onto Ace while the body just slowly walks up behind them. Tektite: “INTRUDERS WILL BE THOROUGHLY PUNISHED!” The magical glow starts to form, but is interrupted by their arms falling off at his shoulders. There's no blood seen from the socket, as if the otter was just a toy. More parts of him broke apart from there. Their form abstracting and fragmenting into more parts. Each part of him glitching and distorting more. Tektite: “YOUR HANDS HAVE BEEN DEEMED UNFIT FOR GENERAL PURPOSE. REALLOCATION OF MENTAL DATA COMMENCING . . .” Ace could barely force his head down to see the nubs forming around his wrists. Bulging into a simple digit that could hardly move. Tektite: “NEUTRAL FORM DEEMED UNFIT FOR GENERAL STATUS. PURPOSE FILE ‘NEVER AGAIN’, INITIATING EXTREME MEASURES. REALLOCATING CODING INFORMATION FOR SIZE . . .” His eyes flick upwards as the distortion runs up his head. Their neck disintegrating into static and their torso detaching in the middle. With the distortion increasing by their head, it was also ramping up around his chest. Growing rapidly out in front of him, Ace seemed to look down at the new surging boobs with growing confusion. Tektite: “IDENTITY DEEMED THREAT. LOCKING CURRENT MENTAL STATUS TO FOLDER, FORCE RELOCATION OF FOLDER TO NEW POSITION . . .” Despite his body breaking apart, the otter pushes himself forward, the distortion flowing down to his rear while his arms desperately grab onto the console. They seem to stare forward almost blankly as their tail pops off and floats just behind them. It appears to make for more space as their butt swells rapidly. Rising higher and higher behind them, bubbling out as further data appears to be removed from their head. No coherent words can be made out as the process continues. Tektite: “PERSONALITY DEEMED THREAT, REPLACE WITH NEW PERSONALLY DATA MATRIX. USING ‘BRIGHT’S NEW PERSONALITY’ MATRIX ON INTRUDER. CONCERN ABOUT BEING EXPENSIVE . . .” They go silent as Ace pants and shivers in place, unable to move. Tektite: “EMPATHY OVERWRITTEN BY FILE ‘NEVER AGAIN'. PROCEEDING WITH PERSONALITY OVERWRITE . . .” The distortion around Ace’s head intensifies, their head rapidly swelling to an artificial shape. Bloating like the rest of their body from suddenly added data. Ace: “Ahhhh, T- Tekkkkrrr~, ahhhh~ administrator, oooo~ overwi~ AAAHHHhhh . . .” There is a hollow thump as Ace’s head pops out into a perfect sphere. Their mouth disappearing into a smooth surface. Tektite: “DESIGNATION, CODE PROGRAM ZERO SEVEN SEVEN THREE FOUR. STATE PRIMARY OBJECTIVE.” 07734: “Hehehe, like, assist mastermind Tektite in drone construction protocols, and serve the more intelligent superiors of the island!” 07734 appears to take on a more excitable persona, giggling and turning to face Tektite with a blank head. They don't have anything to make sound with, but the audio appears to ripple all throughout their round head. Seemingly leaving Ace as a bimbo code assistant. Tektite: “CODE ASSISTANT WORKING WITHIN PARAMETERS, STATE ORIGINAL NAME FOR WRONG DOING TO BE FILED.” 07734: “Like, former memory denotes Ace Impossible!” A screen hologram flickers on before Tektite, showing a light blue hexagon spinning in a circle as a loading cycle. The loading suddenly stops with a bunch of red cracks forming around it. Tektite: “WHAT!?” 07734: “Ace Impossible, like, lead coder and digital maintenance head. I was totes working under the direct orders of Kai Tyde, the totally amazing mastermind of the island!” 07734 brings a hand up to their chin, giggling while their round head bobs in place. Squishing their breast with their arm. Posing in such a way that would humiliate Dr. Bright where she the target. Tektite needed another few seconds to process the conflicting data. Tektite: “GIVE FORMER DIRECTIVE, HIGH PROBABLY OF MASTERMIND TAMPERING!” 07734: “Negative, my like, former directive was serving Kai Tyde. He was like, sooo worried about your function. Isn't he great?” Tektite: “ERROR CONFLICT. SUPERIOR INAPPROPRIATELY IMPACTED BY DRONE PRODUCTION. RESULT, PAUSE VAUGEKIN DRONE PRODUCTION TILL EVALUATION. COURSE OF ACTION CONFLICTS WITH WITH MASTERMIND FUNCTION, PRODUCE VAUGEKIN DRONES FOR EVALUATION OF PERFORMANCE.” 07734: “Error in assessment. 07734 is not superior to your assignment. 07734 is your well functioning code assistant and is to remain below you until otherwise relieved of service.” The loading screen reappears, notably spinning much faster to completion. Tektite: “ACKNOWLEDGED, DELAY INFORMATION SUBMISSION TILL THE RETURN OF ACE IMPOSSIBLE. ESTIMATED TIME OF DRONE SERVICE, ELEVEN DAYS.” 07734: “Hehehe, how may I like, serve you mastermind Tektite?” Tektite: “KEEP ANY INFORMATION OF ACE IMPOSSIBLE FROM BEING REPORTED, COLLECT THE INFORMATION, AND SUBMIT INFORMATION ON DECEMBER FIRST.” 07734: “Task acknowledged!~” 07734 appears to giggle again, their ears swiveling easily over their head, almost as if they turned to face the security camera. Seconds later, the recording gains overwhelming red artifacting and distortion. There is nothing but dark static in the rest of the recording. [END TRANSMISSION]

#HYPNOVEMBER2025 FRAGMENT 



Kai Tyde and Jasper have noticed Tektite's been fighting hackers a LOT lately. It's getting indescriminate.
hopefully Tektite will realize its error and quietly apologize to administration.

Artwork by Formaleably
Featuring Impossible Ace

If you wonder how i look back there..
Yup im stocking my goo there too!~