Kyuranger keychain charms have arrived, and are now officially ready for sale on my Storenvy! These 2.5in keychain charms, produced through @acornpress , are made of sturdy white acrylic and feature a cute star-shaped lobster clasp. (Because I’m nothing if not extra.)
Pre-orders will be shipping out this Tuesday, but there’s still plenty of stock left for the official release! :) Also, international shipping does cost more but I am more than willing to do it, so no worries there. Any signal boosting would be much appreciated. Thank you all so much for your patience & support!
(Please note: Storenvy does not have great support for bundling; as such, please check that the charm styles you want are still individually in stock before ordering a bundle! Thank you~)
These have been selling pretty well, so I’ll probably move to once-a-week promos on Saturday now. Thank you all so so much for your support, this has been amazing!
(I’ve still got at least 5 full sets available and quite a bit more loose extras as well, though, if you’ve been waiting to decide on which ones you want! No worries~)
since some of y’all still follow me on here (over at soposiii on insta now) im taking charity commissions to raise money throughout pride month for the Black Trans Advocacy Coalition andCOVID relief fundraisers- please DM or email me at [email protected] if interested or otherwise donate if u can, thank u <3
It was supposed to be an innocent Amazon purchase. A cowkini and cow-eared headband – just a little something to impress a certain special someone with. But all it took was for her to stand before her bathroom mirror to realize something was amiss.
“Wh-…what?“ Andrea’s hands moved to cradle her breasts. Just minutes ago, she was an A cup on the best of days – but now she was filling out the bikini quite handsomely. They were perfectly round, perfectly perky; together with her slender frame, she would have been perfect fodder for a fashion magazine. “I… something’s wrong,” she said, narrowing her eyes and leaning forward. Her boobs gently bounced against the palms of her hands. “I have never been this busty before…“
Maybe her chest heard her remark; maybe they were provoked as she gave them an exploratory squeeze. But in an instant, they began to swell even more – rapidly inflating like they were being pumped up with air. “EEEP!” Andrea’s shriek was coupled with a panicked step backward, but her hands kept themselves gripped tightly to her bust. Not that her grasp kept them from bouncing with her movements, of course. The way they swayed back and forth like pendulums made it obvious that they were natural through and through. If they were C cups before, they were venturing into watermelon territory by now.
“My boobs are growing! Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god oh my god-“ Though Andrea may have been the one panicking, her words would have been equally as fitting if they came from her cowkini top. Straps stretched until they were as taut as guitar strings, desperate to just keep up with her growth – and then they were promptly swallowed up by her rising, billowing flesh. Areolae escaped from beneath the triangles of cowprint fabric like water spreads outward from an overturned bucket. And all of this was to say nothing of the pressure; Andrea’s features contorted into pain as the straps dug deeper and deeper into her skin.
“Too much… too heavy…” Andrea’s backpedaling led her to collide against the wall behind her. Her eyes shot open. The mirror confronted her with her new reality: a cartoonishly top-heavy body that would turn heads and intimidate door frames. A long line of cleavage separated the two jiggling masses – which somehow never stopped quaking even though her hands hadn’t yet left their undersides. How could they? The soft sensation was just too exquisite; it was like she was holding her fingers underneath a warm chocolate fondue fountain. Breast blubber drooped over her hands like a blanket, layering on thicker and thicker, until-
SNAP!
The cowkini top split in two like it had been sliced with a sword. Straps fluttered through the air like bits of confetti – and her gargantuan tits, now freed from any kind of pressure, rounded out into their natural, satisfyingly-oblong shapes. They were big enough that they obscured her belly button, and wide enough that they could easily be seen from behind. “…oh my god, I’mmassive,“ Andrea moaned, her hands on top of her head; they had finally found something else to occupy themselves with. “I don’t think I could even reach my nipples if I tried…“
But just as she extended her arms, just as she outstretched her trembling fingers, just as she wanted to see if she could – her nipples (now the size of Atari joysticks) erected themselves and sprayed down her mirror like a pressure washer. Perhaps most memorable was the sound; it was not worlds away from how water batters the windshield of a vehicle in a car wash. Gallons of her product flooded the sink, poured off the counter, soaked into the grout between the tiles on the floor, and slipped between her bared toes.
The milk eventually died down, but not before forming a pool of milk that was ankle-deep. Andrea’s hands toured her new, gelatinous bust, kneading and squeezing every square inch. Her face sported so vivid a blush that it would make tomatoes jealous. “…w-well… at least I’ll get his attention now,” she said under her breath. Her eyes glanced at the remains of her cowkini floating in the milky tides. “I say this purchase was well worth it~“
While the idea that hadrosaursandsauropods were wallowing swamp-dwellers had been completely abandoned at the start of the Dinosaur Renaissance, the new view of dinosaurs as active sophisticated animals led to a surprising aquatic hypothesis during the early days of this paleontological revolution.
A specimen of the small theropod Compsognathus discovered in southeastern France in the early 1970s was only the second skeleton ever found of this dinosaur, and came over a century after the first. It was initially thought to represent a new species since it was about 50% larger than the German specimen of Compsognathus longipes, and it seemed to have something very unusual going on with its hands – its forelimbs were somewhat poorly-preserved and distorted, and had traces of some sort of large fleshy structure around the hands that was interpreted as representing elongated three-fingered flippers used for swimming.
This wasn’t necessarily as ridiculous of an idea as it might sound. Compsognathus lived during the Late Jurassic, about 150 million years ago, at a time when Europe was a group of islands in a shallow tropical sea. A semiaquatic dinosaur specialized to swim and dive, hunting the abundant aquatic prey in its environment, and easily able to island-hop all around the European archipelago seemed at least somewhat plausible, and reconstructions of fin-handed C. corallestris even appeared in several popular dinosaur books of the time.
But it didn’t last.
Within just a few years doubt was being cast on this idea, and further studies of both known Compsognathus skeletons in the late 1970s and early 1980s concluded that C. corallestris was actually a fully-grown adult individual of the juvenile C. longipes. The French Compsognathus had normal-looking hands for its kind after all, with two large clawed fingers and a vestigial third finger, and the “flipper” impressions had just been ripples in the fossil slab.
For a long time after that the general view became that there just weren’t any aquatic non-avian dinosaurs at all – but more recent discoveries like the new Spinosaurus material and Halszkaraptor are starting to suggest that some of these animals were much more at home in the water than previously thought.
Something resembling Compsognathus corallestris might still surprise us in the future.
Well, I’m behind on the Klaine Spring Fling words again, but I uploaded two one-shots today anyway.
The first fic is called Love Birds and Unicorns. Jeff is celebrating his birthday in daycare, and he has some really cool birthday surprises to share with everyone, including our favorite boys, who find these surprises something to get excited about! You can read this one-shot on AO3orFF.net.
The second fic is called We’ve Waited Since We Were Young. The boys meet a very special person in their lives, which reminds them of that day in daycare when they got to meet another very special person. This one-shot is also on AO3and FF.net.
CW: pet whump, collars, leashes, whumpee calling whumper Master, abuse (implied), abusive relationship, intimate whumper, possessive whumper, vampire whumpee, disassociation (mostly after the timeskip), whumpee misgendering himself while disassociating (using they/them/their as a gender neutral pronoun), nudity (not sexual and not explicitly described)
“Open your eyes, pet.”
Dirk didn’t want to. He didn’t want to open his eyes out of fear of what he would see in the mirror. Because he knew it would be a part of himself that he hated.
A part of himself that Jackson claimed was his true nature, and that Teddy agreed with, and that both of them worked to chain and command as their own.
If you are interested in either of these rewards but are in a lower tier, you can pledge/edit your pledge before April 1st, 2022 in order to be eligible to get these.
Current chapter was so big, I had to split it in 2. Part 1 is up today (5/22/22). Part 2 will go up tomorrow (5/23/22).
Story Summary: Young Boba Fett has been granted early parole. However, he’s tossed out into the world with no money, home, or prospects. A chance encounter with two young teens in a diner solves at least one of these problems. What starts out as a temporary roof over his head slowly grows into a home and family he builds for himself, and leads him down a path completely different from the one laid out for him.
Chapter Summary: New Year Fete Week has begun and everyone is excited for a fresh start! Each one has something they want out of their week. Willa wants her crush’s attention, Trouve wants the right equipment to get the audiocast rolling, and Boba just wants a more respectable fighting name. But after a good start, their efforts are slowed by obstacles placed in their way.
Ed: Well, 10 years have passed, and i still feel the same way, Stede Stede: You still wish to piss in every country? Ed: Yes, thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about pissing in every country. Stede: Listen, mate, I’ll take you anywhere you’d like. I’ll make this piss conquest happen. Izzy: What are you two FUCKING talking about
At last, another commission! This time for @ramblesanddragons, a design for her D&D Air Genasi character (who is also an explorer and cartographer).
I was really just working off of her many wonderful ideas, suggestions, and inspiration-references to put this design together, and I really love how she came out. She’s outside the box of what I’d usually design for myself, but I love this aesthetic, and details like her stormy ombre hair. Thanks so much for commissioning me and giving me the chance to do this!
(Commissions are still closed at the moment, while I work on others.)
SHE’S SO PRETTY I LOVE HER!
Thank you for all the hard work turning my vague ideas into something amazing. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I think her name is going to be Astraea Tempest. Raea for short.
We’ve got a map! I’ll be tabling at Booth A28 in Artist Alley on March 18th-20th, so next week exactly! Toronto ComiCon is taking place at the Metro Toronto Convention Centre’s South Building, that’s on Bremner Blvd next to the Aquarium for those trying to plan their trip. I’ll be tabling with Banshee so be sure to check him out too.
I’ll be bring all my old designs as well as some new ones as I said in my update. Some of my prints may be retiring when they finally sell out this year. I hope to see you there!
