[lovedollofiacon] 🛜 [dealer’s choice whose copy is sent 😂]
A regular package delivery arrives at Mouringstar's door and included with her expected mail is an unmarked package. The only indication of what's inside is a small label on the side that reads 'fragile handle with care'. Within the depths of the various packing peanuts is another box. This one is brightly colored and covered in bright poppy descriptions.
'Brand new prototype model!' it says in bold lettering. 'Extremely realistic!' it claims. 'Modeled after a real prime!' it says excitedly. 'Try it today!' it suggests.
Of course what all of these poppy letters are describing is a replica spike and valve combo set. Or, rather, spikes plural as there appear to be two combined at the base. There is a fairly familiar serpentine silhouette on the side of the box but no name is actually listed. Regardless the spikes themselves are longer than average but thin as well, a set of three ridges on each false spike. They're red in color and tapered with a healthy gleam, golden accents making them look carefully constructed and quite decorative.
The valve, meanwhile, is delicate with black inner lining and a gleaming golden anterior node. Any careful inspection will reveal that the valve self-lubricates and the false spikes drip pre-fluid almost as if they were truly real.
Idk how one to one it is but the dc x dp idea of Danny and Jason being multiverse variants of each other should be combined with Dana Harlowe aka Strike as a Valerie variant
Umber hissed as the cage door slammed shut in front of her, another captor bitten by their inexperienced to handling her. Quickly as they snapped away she scrambled to a console and punched in a encrypted message ::In need of help: Slave ship: DANGER:: hitting send before she was caught by another guard and dragged away viciously. Thrown into isolation, the freezing cold sapping away what little body heat she had, causing her to hiss and curl up on to herself. Hoping someone got the distress signal.
The ship "Acid Rain" itself was a massive repurposed cargo ship, built to be in space for years without stopping at port. The enslavers were currently on their way to a planet out of any enforcement reaches. Cruising along with fake credentials of what they were carrying underneath a fake company name and owners.
Redstrike has decided a friendly kiss on each cheek will do as they politely introduce themselves to each other.
Studying the svelte serpent as greetings are exchanged, Naja feels her winglets perk in curiosity. The manner of carriage is familiar, controlled and sensual. A fellow courtesan, then?
"A pleasure," she drawls, dipping into a respectful bow. It had been... so long since she'd spoken to another like her.
Somebody pointed out to me that it's the year of the snake and now I've got a whole series of pieces planned dedicated to my oc Redstrike...because he's a snake and I'm weak. I'm gonna be starting off with this piece that I've sketched out above. I plan on doing a final lineart and then fully coloring and rendering it but it's also just nice as a sketch. ... I also have plans to do a nsfw version of it lol.
Also, ngl, my favorite part was the snake. I love Redstrike's alt mode lol.
A grin, cocky and flashing the smallest tip of a fang. "That you are. It does sound like a good time. I'm sure no oke would miss you if I 'reasigned your duties' for the day."
