#plantsa-man

[vncdraws]

Pride is Coming!

I wanted to do something for Pride Month this year. So here, we have in order, @plantsa-man, @vncdraws (me) and @poppy-gum.

But hey, waste not, want not. If anyone is interested, I could alter the base models to look like your darling selves. If you’re interested, keep reading.

Alright, so here’s the dealio.

I’m willing to alter my previous bases for $1 for each “charm”. Tips appreciated, of course. But since it has such a low price, I’ll only alter it minimally.

The things I’ll only change will be the flag, the symbol, the hair style, and the coloration of the elements already present (skin, eyes, etc). So, no, the sweater/pants combo stays. Complex additions such as braids, cornrows, and other detailed traits will peg that price up another dollar or two.

And with that, a few things to clarify:

1. The artist will not make or ship any physical items to the client, and the transaction is only for the design itself. The term "Charm" only being used to classify the type of aesthetic the illustration is trying to represent.

2. The client may add elements (like putting your name on it) or print the art to suit their personal needs, as long as it follows the general commission and item rules.

3. The artist's credit/name must not be removed, regardless if it’s a digital or physical manifestation.

4. Reselling this design in whatever manifest requires a redistribution fee.

Charm commissions will not be posted on my art blog or Patreon. I’ll leave it to the clients if they choose to post it.

Also, the watermark will not manifest in the final commissions. Only the credit written on the symbol will remain.  

If you’re still willing to get your ‘charm’, please contact me here.

[protocol00]

Look man, these days, people are gonna take every chance they get to anonymously share their deep, dark, and sometimes dirty, secrets and not be directly shamed (or in this case, kinkshamed) for it.

at least ease me into talking bout ya nasty closet skeletons, that shit got sprung on me

[chjorniy-voron]

Is... Is that a cinnamon roll?

you better believe it is

[protocol00]

When you said anti-booty, all I thought was this: "Proto's ass is a black hole. It sucks."

BREH.

[vncdraws]

The babe with her cuddlebear.

Asura belongs to @plantsa-man

[gregnas-the-grouch]

Sending Faore your way for the spicy meme.

“So, I heard you’re one who can provide me with a solution to my little... Problem.” A tall man grunted, his greasy black hair covering the dull green eyes, staring down at Phobos. The humanoid spider chuckled lightly, her fangs clicking as she narrowed her own emerald eyes right back at the human with an unflinching gaze.

“I could play ignorant, but a possible client is never something I deny myself the opportunity to indulge in... Follow me.” The spider waved at the human to follow her, the man did so without hesitation. While the building itself had served as an abandoned warehouse. In reality, it served as a storage facility for something much less mundane than rusting tools and dusty boxes.

Needless to say, the real interior was much more impressive than outside. Rows upon rows of cylindrical tubes, each one filled with a viscous fluid, suspending an untold multitude of creatures in their place. each as peculiar as the next. All looked equally lethal as the spider slid her finger ever so gingerly along each glass container, almost as if she could feel the monstrous hearts of the fiends pulsing from within. Something for which she relished with a sickly sweetness.

“Our products are top of the line. Each one bred and built for a different function, yet equally lethal in battle.” The spider said out loud as the human seemed unnerved with all the creatures. It seemed like something out of a mad scientist’s lab, but with the polish of a large corporation. All the while, Phobos continued, not ceasing for even one moment. “Please be aware that when a product is selected. It requires a week to recover from stasis. Point insertion will be up to five minutes, depending on where the target is located and the circumstances surrounding it. Payment must be up front, no questions asked... So, see anything you like?” The spider stopped, turning to look at her beloved customer as the human stared, uncertain of what he was doing at this point.

It felt... Wrong, horribly wrong. It wasn’t at all like his contact said it would be. However, his desperation overwhelmed any common sense he had. Peering into each container until he came across one that somewhat reminded him of the object of his hate.

“... This one. I want to use this one.” The man muttered, pointing at a certain hybrid. Phobos raised a brow, turning to look at the product. It was a Gardevoir, if but barely. The physique of the creature was absurd, putting most burly men to shame, as well as its imposing stature. The hair seemed a bit scraggly and the ears were larger and more fluffy than usual. Three short crests ran along the length of its head, implying Machamp genes were involved. Yet, compared to the other abominations, this one had a softer face, almost harmless, in its own way. After a few moments, Phobos turned to face the man. “Ah, a most excellent choice. And the target?”

The man said nothing, producing a picture from his pocket, holding it firmly in front of Phobos, the woman leaning over to get a better look at the picture. Yet, the being inside it was immediately recognizable. “... Yemir.” The spider muttered lowly as the man widened his eyes a bit. “You know this beast?” The woman shook her head in response. “Indeed. It has been the object of our interest for some time. We had been hoping to collect it for our future endeavors. However, it seems you want it dead, no?” The man merely shook his head silently.

“Pity, it would have made for a fine specimen. Oh well, business is business. Head back up top, I need to grab some paperwork so that we may process your payment.” The human, wearily eyeing the spider, gave one last look at the creature in the tube before walking back upstairs. The spider stood silently, an unamused look on her face.

“Money is money... However,” She lifted up a remote from her pocket, a cold smile on her face. “it would be unfortunate if our customer suffered from an... Accident. On Faore’s trial run, no less. Pity, this creature was always one of the more pleasant of the batch as well...” Without another word, Phobos left the room, leaving the products to suffer their dreamless slumber once more.

[protocol00]

People would be arguing if you were the actual protagonist of the story or just some comic relief.

I ain’t the protagonist lmao, i don’t need that kind of drama in my life

[gregnas-the-grouch]

Question one: Why yous a bitch? e-e Second of all, when did you change from a gourmet Pinsir to a hat?

(( I ain’t no bitch. You’s da bitchiest of bitches. >8U

As for your other question. You see, I have not played TF2 in a long time. Suffering from a relapse of no hats, I underwent a grotesque, yet magnificent transformation into the noble headwear you now see. u_u ))