I start by introducing one of my OCs made mostly for TransForms, Toon Antics and para-fetish material.

Xerena Rennez is a teenage girl from a world dominated by creatures of darkness: ghosts, vampires, zombies, ecc.
By toying with her magic powers, she opened a portal to a new, fresh world where she found and bit a new victim (another OC I'll introduce later). Unfortunately for her, the victim was a rubberian (elastic humanoid, stretchy by birth), the bit backfired and both traded part of their power.
Xerena lost the ability to turn into a bat, walk freely on walls and ceilings (can do so only if the bare feet is in contact with the surface) and to hypnotize effortlessly with a glance (now she needs to focus, a lot), but she gained the ability to elongate her body freely and she also lost most of her vulnerability to sunlight (now it burns her just like it would to a pale person).

Impulsive, Dissolute, Playful and Wayward, she makes a very good character for scenarios involving Toons&TFs, both that she gets them or _gives_ them.
Here I posted her old Reference sheets, an even older TFs mix, a toony breast-inflation pic and an artwork of her as a belly dancer.

Apollo. Olympian god of medicines, lyre music & sunlight. Owner of Phoebus Café.

Image description: Drawing of Liam and Cinder looking at each other with a smile and they both are holding ice creams in their hands. They are outside standing and there is a sunlight coming down on them

OG Published: Nov 27, 2021 /MMORPG Aion published by NCsoft

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🙥 Raydam Curry 🙧

The Raydam is an apple like, juicy fruit found in Altgard, that is more sweet and mild in its’s taste than source. The small bush likes to grow on sandy, meadowy grounds, where enough of the pale sunlight reaches it leaves and fruits, as well as keeping the roots warm.
Though surly it can be eaten raw, Raydam also makes for a very easy and good curry, to keep one spiced up and warm, while not missing out on a sweet touch.

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Paint Tool Sai / Wacom Intuos pro M PTH 651

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***(This artwork was first originally published to DeviantArt on 11/24/2009.)***
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Somewhere within our great and ever-vast existence, on the calm, still, and endlessly beautiful seas at sunrise in the coastal regions, you will hear the cry of the seagull coming off from the distance... but if you listen REAL closely now, you might even hear an ever more sultry and alluring song of such amazingly breathtaking loveliness, its sound *quite* very feminine and most invitingly seductive, welcoming you deeply and openly. But where is that voice coming from, you ask? Well, the answer just might come to you sooner than you think, because she approaches most elegantly in the guise of a gigantic human-sized seagull, beckoning. Then right before your eyes, as she flaps her enormous wings rapidly with such great strength, she suddenly turns even more loveliest indeed as her true form, her body becoming more and more woman-like while retaining many of her regular seagull features. You gasp with such astonishing awe and mind-blowing amazement at such a rare once-in-a-lifetime sight like this!! Could she be the mysterious and ever-so-magnificent **Queen of Seagulls**!?

As for the water, the sunlight, and the skies that I have developed in this picture, they are *not* even photographed or photoshopped. No. Rather, they were custom-created by me as part of the overall digital painting process right here in the entire making of this picture, believe it or not. Yep!!

So overall, with only 47 layers and just about 7½ days total time that it took me to complete this work exclusively in Jasc Paint Shop Pro 7 alone from start to finish, it is not even a bad practice for me at all to just step it up indeed when it comes to developing such special and profoundly fascinating art designs on a regular basis, you know what I mean? That is what makes an artist so special when he/she puts out works like this in such amazing art quality and also with such a damn clever sense of originality, innovation, and sheer brilliance in concept and overall execution in an artwork indeed. Make no question or mistake about that!!! ;)

So, if you are 18 years of age or over, then please be sure to relish in this most sacred elegance on the high coastal seas in my rather classic 2009 digital painting artwork right here of “***The Queen of Seagulls***”. Be seeing you again, and thanks so much once again now!!! ^-^=b !!
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**© 2 0 0 9 A d i g u n A z i k i w e P o l a c k . A l l R i g h t s R e s e r v e d .**

Please DO NOT copy, alter, or otherwise steal this piece or *any* of my artworks at all, for that matter. This original artwork is the exclusive property and copyright of Adigun Azikiwe Polack and him alone. All rights pertaining to this work are STRICTLY reserved worldwide. Got that!? :D

A mother Serperior is holding their newborn Snivy, who is reaching up to his mother, signaling to her that he wants to hug her head. Both of them are in an open, grassy field while sunlight is shining on Snivy's head as if he's being blessed by Arceus himself as he's being held by his loving, caring mother. Welcome to the world of Pokemon, my little Snivy!

They say that the loving embrace of a mother is one of the greatest and most precious feelings in the world! I wanted to depict that feeling to the best of my ability on a digital canvas and I absolutely love how this turned out!

While I was working on drawing this, I did some looking around on DeviantArt to see how other people handled drawing Serperior in this sort of pose and it turns out that this idea has been done before. Despite this, I wanted to give my own spin on it and it was purely coincidental that I came up with this idea, only to find that it's been done by several others before me. Regardless of the circumstances, I had a lot of fun drawing this and messing around with the shading and different brush styles to simulate lighting and the like, such as "Screen", "SVG Screen", and "Multiply"! I especially love how the standard pen brush and the airbrush can work hand in hand to really make the shading pop that much more and create a high-quality, professional-looking render of any given image or subject!

What if oz was a heaven to Dorothy after all she’s been through?
After returning to her home in Kansas, Dorothy continued to carry the lessons she had learned in Oz with her. She often found herself gazing at the pair of silver shoes, now resting on a shelf in her room, enchanted by Theodora to protect her from magical harm. These shoes had become a symbol of the extraordinary journey she had experienced.

Life in Kansas had its usual ups and downs, but Dorothy remained kind, empathetic, and determined to make the world a better place. She kept her promise to Theodora to uphold the values of hard work and responsibility over shortcuts and wishes. She knew that she could never forget the magical land of Oz, nor the friends who had helped her on her journey.

As the years went by, Dorothy aged gracefully, her once-youthful face reflecting the wisdom and love she had gained from her adventures. She became a beloved figure in her community, known for her compassion and willingness to help others. The silver shoes were a constant reminder of her journey, and she often wondered if they still held any magic.

One day, as Dorothy sat in her favorite spot by the window, a soft breeze rustled through the curtains, and the sunlight caught the shoes on the shelf. To her astonishment, they glimmered with a faint magical glow. It was as if they were calling out to her, beckoning her once more to a world beyond her own.

Dorothy, now older and wiser, knew what she had to do. She slipped on the silver shoes and felt a familiar tingle of magic. With a determined smile, she clicked her heels three times, just like she had done all those years ago.

In an instant, she found herself back in the enchanting land of Oz. The vibrant colors, talking creatures, and magical landscapes were as vivid as she remembered. But something was different this time. She felt a sense of peace and fulfillment that she had never experienced before.

Theodora, who had been watching over Oz all these years, greeted Dorothy with a warm smile. "You've returned, dear," she said. "But this time, it's not to fight a battle or to save the land. You've come to stay, peacefully, forever."

Dorothy understood. In her world, she had grown old, and her life had come to an end. But in Oz, she could be young and vibrant, living a life of endless adventures and spreading kindness throughout the land.

And so, Dorothy began her new life in Oz, living peacefully and eternally young. She continued to make friends, help those in need, and cherish the memories of her friends from the past. Theodora was like a mother to her, guiding her through this eternal journey.

As for her silver shoes, they remained a symbol of her connection to the magical land and her unwavering commitment to the values of kindness, empathy, and hard work. And the story of Dorothy in Oz continued, with new adventures and lessons to be learned, showing that even in the face of the unknown, there is always a path to find peace and happiness.



“death is a blessing Alice mich as i love this ending. Its not worth loosing our world” Dorothy held Alice dearly understanding as there both from earth.

A homogeneously-structured alien species whose entire body acts both as a muscle and as a brain. They grow indefinitely into various shapes to absorb as much sunlight as they can, branching off and merging periodically with other “individuals” as a form of exchanging information. While extraordinarily weak to the extreme elements, they are well-suited for their rather uneventful planet.

I use to be really into Cookie Run, so there's alot of art of mine of my oc Sunlight Cookie here. I'll be uploading her and more of my oldish art throughout the week.

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕠. 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖.

Ecclesiastes Haidar, a fiery young druid of the Children of the Risen Hunt, bright like the sunlight overhead.

Moths flutter in a dusty, book-filled room. A beam of sunlight warms up the paper and woodgrain.  I was dwelling in the feeling of sitting in a cavernous space full of books.

I got caught up and spent several hours in the night (last night) trying to format correctly a little easter egg answer version of this poem for those who are aware of my systemhood. I’m not certain how many will catch on. I completed a poem itself yesterday late afternoon—with the features of a good portion of my headmates. I was able to post it to **[Tumblr](<https://www.tumblr.com/cjoatprehn/748520001357643777/fluxcore>)** before I did pass out for the next several hours. But it is complete!

Back at it again with Skyler Witherspoon’s poetryprompts! Tonight I’ve written a longer one for Prompt 20.

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# FluxCore
**[20. Write a poem about your gender.]**

I, Mx. Whisper, have many genders. /

As the idea of it all is a construct of a lack of fluidity. /

I’m the flow the oceans waves. /

The cascading of the waterfalls /

soaking boat riders in a blissful wash. /

I’m the apparition of the Void, /

that’s just a little guy. /

A fuzzy little cat of the darkness. /

I’m the moon and the stars /

that you shoot meteors across. /

I’m the hobbit underneath the grass mounds, /

Gazing up at passerby through a mosaic window on the ceiling. /

I’m the creature living in the closet, /

Scarred and horrifying /

But is quite wholesome that comforts you on scary nights. /

I’m the stink stink just doing their thing in that there corner. /

I’m the cyborg who’s got his eye out for men; /

Feasting on popcorn as tea spills. /

Mischievously pranking children as a fitted sheet monster; /

Only seeking cuddles and tickle matches in dominance. /

I’m the big brother ready to swing and box. /

I’m the stripper bratty to the lot. /

I’m the drag queen that dresses in hot pink hoochie shorts; /

To the funky Mettaton EX theme. /

I’m the man giving a Megan Thee Stallion-worthy booty performance. /

I’m the recluse in the woods. /

Deep in a book, written in Braille. /

I’m the linguist who fascinates herself in the many calligraphic forms. /

I’m the nameless princess who grew to Duchess. /

I’m the mother of your children. /

I’m the warrior leading armies in the night; /

By the glow of my bioluminescent wings en mass. /

Close your eyes and trust in pixie dust. /

Diplomacy is key. /

I’m the erosion manipulated by your corruption. /

I’m the sky clouded over and misty. /

I’m the tears you shed in gold sunlight. /

How soft a pillow, am I, Mama? /

I’m the geeky gadgets of your endeavors. /

I’m the large platforms you wear on your soles. /

I’m the collar adorning your neck. /

I’m the goggles that snap pictures of your fire poses. /

Slaying your competition in your worth, Your Grace! /

I’m the clicking of your mouse. /

I’m the tapping of your keyboard. /

I’m the manager of your chaos, /

Wearing bunny suits and buck teeth. /

I’m the children of the playground. /

I’m the singing of the birds. /

I’m the climbing up trees to read a book about peace. /

Hey look! A sunset! /

The others going home. /

This is our space. /

The children outcasted from the village. /

I’m the reading in your ears. /

I’m the booping of noses. /

I’m the squishing of slime and swishing of tentacles in the ocean. /

I’m the big hoodie that covers your hands; /

Obviously too big but that’s the point. /

I’m the Death that draws near. /

Not literally but ego-wise. /

I’m the owl that escapes your trap. /

I’m the wings beating in the air. /

I’m the heartbeat within your eggs. /

I’m the goth besties with emo girls. /

Alternative is fun, even with the skulls. /

What? They’re great for mixing in. /

I’m the tinking of glasses. /

I’m the foam from your beers. /

I’m the ice in the shaker, /

with your drink being chilled. /

I’m the warmth of the hearth. /

The softness of clouds. /

The sleek of the silk. /

The Jester in your eyes. /

The screams in your mind. /

The turmoil in one party. /

I’m the boy that starts the fight; /

and the girl that finishes it. /

Settle down or take it outside! /

Staying sharp these days, hmm?

I’m the sizzle of hot in cold. /

The chinking of metal. /

The sigh from your chest. /

The sweat dropping from your brow. /

The sailor-born swear of frustration. /

I’m the coin tossed to your butcher. /

I’m the blade holding your fate. /

I’m the hammer that broke the anvil. /

I’m the one who snores deep and loud. /

A hard day at the forge earns you great sleep. /

Even if you’re napping on a customized warhammer. /

It’s comfortable. /

I’m the brood that has seen Death itself. /

I’m the medium who heard all. /

I’m the mirror you dance in. /

You’re doing great with your recitals and practice. /

I’m the dragon breathing fire. /

I’m the prism that facets color. /

I’m your hoard of cherished goods. /

I’m the pen in your hand. /

I’m the hands on your phone. /

I’m the window to the world. /

The bridge between cups. /

I could go on. /

I am no gender. /

I am a system. /

Of flux.

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