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Oh god it's mouth is a fucking camel toe...
She actually sells these. She's gotten somewhat better...but they still look pretty bad.
DeviantArt Horrors
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Geez, any more and her head would be imploding in upon itself. Hell, I think it's doing just that in the picture.
She actually sells these. She's gotten somewhat better...but they still look pretty bad.
Dodobop
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their gallery is a fucking goldmine, half of it is uncredited bases while the other half is just stolen art. never change da, never change.
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Random Pyromaniac
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I did not want to see flowey as a pony. It's even more disturbing than the Sans inflating.
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Here's a nice ol' batch of creepiness, because I'm in the holiday mood and feel like I want to torture your souls to no end (that is what this topic is about, right?)
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I swear, these fetishes are getting more and more ridiculous every time.
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Fun Fact: There is an entire tag on Tumblr called "Undertum" dedicated specifically to inflating various characters from Undertale.
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Everyone knows when you eat too much pie your boobs get fat immediately aftet eating too much pie
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Well Toby Fox did say he would consider the game a complete failure if he didn't see really raunchy porn of every single character in the game. Mission accomplished I guess?
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Undertale's fandom probably deserves it's own thread at this point
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As soon as Tumblr touched it the whole fandom turned to poopyUndertale's fandom probably deserves it's own thread at this point
Same thing happened with Steven Universe and Homestuck with the SJWs viciously attacking each other and drawing lots 'o porn
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http://stringchange.deviantart.com/gallery/
I honestly can't decide what pictures to post here, so you'll just have to look through the whole gallery. I haven't laughed this hard in a while!
I honestly can't decide what pictures to post here, so you'll just have to look through the whole gallery. I haven't laughed this hard in a while!
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This is a humanized Brian and Stewie from Family Guy.
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More from the Storm Eagle guy:
THESE GAMES NEVER GET OLD. And I can't play them without thinking naughty things, and I won't stop until you can't either. I love the Megaman universe, so any bit of background on characters that were at one time merely obstacles is what caused me to fall in love with any alternative medium for the franchise (whether it's canon or not. Yes, I hold a special place in my heart for the Ruby-Spears Megaman show. SHUT UP!). Fascinated by the manga's take on Armored Armadillo, I let my imagination run away with itself once again and came up with some background of my own.
As a Reploid designated for defense, Armored Armadillo is built like a tank. Despite the fact that 6' 4” is on the shorter end of the Maverick Hunter height spectrum, Armadillo still possesses a daunting presence with his broad frame, blast-resistant armor plating, and a glare from his black-masked eyes that commands the respect of his men, as well as pierces intimidation into his enemies. He is a rough, battle-hardened, A-class hunter whose loyalty is unquestioned. His commitment to protect his territory, and those under his command, absolute.
However, if he were to have one weakness, it is his yearning for a worthy challenger who can put his combat expertise to the test. (Well, that, and Electric Spark.) It is a yearning so strong, that Armadillo would lay his life before Sigma, just so that he may have a chance at fighting X, the only one capable of providing a battle that could make him feel truly alive. There could be many reasons why he searches for the one opponent that could give his warrior's spirit the battle it longs for. Perhaps it's just one side of a lonely coin. Before the rise of Sigma, Armored Armadillo was highly revered for being undefeated in battle, without needlessly sacrificing the lives of his men. Yet, he still searched. He searched for someone to protect and for someone to give his life meaning. Unfortunately, one of his greatest assets in combat is also one of his greatest flaws outside of it.
Armadillo's mighty stature has him built like a tank in more ways than one. Among them is a cannon that carries with it a significant potential to harm. However, this particular cannon fires neither bullet nor plasma, and often finds itself as the topic of muttered inquiries and sarcastic jokes among the more crude members of the Maverick Hunter militia. Even in its flaccid state, Armored Armadillo's member has always been the thickest anyone who has ever laid eyes upon its shape has seen. That, in itself, is no small number, considering how much its shape bulges out noticeably from his trousers. His armor had to be custom-made with that very factor in mind. However, no matter how well-fitted any cold, rigid metal could wrap around his muscular phallus, it was a monster that could not and would not be caged. Unable to find armor that fit comfortably around his prodigious package, Armadillo walked the base grounds as casually as any other reploid, free of any restricting plate between his pants and the open air during times of peace. For few others would such a mundane act draw the kind of attention that it did for Armadillo. But his pants cloth stretched so tightly over his member's girth every time he stepped forward, one would have to actively try to not let his/her eyes be drawn between his legs due to each step accentuating every smooth curve of his male organ's shape. If anyone cared to stare at Armadillo's crotch long enough when he came to a stop, it wouldn't be difficult to notice the way the abundant flesh just beneath that cloth wobbled ever-so-slightly before coming to a stand-still. Nor would it be difficult to notice the following annoyed glare the purple-furred Commander shot at any overly-curious onlooker.
Even so, he wasn't ashamed of it. Armored Armadillo considered himself lucky to be so well-endowed, but he wouldn't go so far as to call it a blessing. His burly form served well to intimidate his foes. In one area in particular, however, it also limited his physical intimacy with his lovers. Few were lucky enough to penetrate Armadillo's calculating, dutiful exterior and find a place close to his tender, noble heart. Sadly, none could even attempt to receive his massive girth in moments of passion. Some were content to explore every finely-chiseled curve of his exquisitely-toned figure. Some were appeased to take in every tantalizing taste, every silk-like touch, and every virile scent that came from drawing their tongues and their fingers through his violet fur. Still others were satisfied to press their lips against the smooth, slick surface of Armadillo's blunt cock-head that exposed itself from just within the rim of his hefty foreskin, kissing every naked inch of his leaking helmet as they would with his own lips.
But no matter how content they may be to caress the flesh that drew so much inadvertent attention from his peers and subordinates, and no matter how much of his hot, pearly cum he would bathe them in as a result, his heart aches every time he hears his lover say with a wistful sigh, "I wish I could take you." Hearing it the first time struck a chord in Armadillo and filled him with a sorrow that he would never be able to fully provide for every one of his partner's needs. Every time he felt his fur being tugged by his lover who thrust deep into his tight, warm, embracing tailhole while shouting words of longing in deep, jubilant euphoria, Armadillo felt a pang of worry. No matter how many times he lifted his tail for his beau, he worried that he could never provide the feeling of fulfillment that can only come from being warmed from the inside by the one to whom you give your heart, and that he could never offer himself completely in soul and body. No matter what the overt reasons for each failed romance may have been, a part of him always blamed himself for being unable to fulfill all of his lover's desires.
And so, he searches. Armadillo will always need somebody to protect, whether it's the soldiers under his command or one special person that can see through his hardened mask. He will continue to scour the land until he finds the one who can give his life meaning, whether it is on the battlefield or in his private den. In the meantime, he shall enjoy some of the other benefits of being able to curl into a ball.
Did you see what he said about thinking naughty thoughts while playing Megaman X? Let me remind you, in case you've forgotten, that Megaman is a KID'S game series! It's meant to be FAMILY FRIENDLY! And I know the X series is supposed to have a darker, more serious storyline, but it's still a kid's game! I don't know what to think about that!
As a Reploid designated for defense, Armored Armadillo is built like a tank. Despite the fact that 6' 4” is on the shorter end of the Maverick Hunter height spectrum, Armadillo still possesses a daunting presence with his broad frame, blast-resistant armor plating, and a glare from his black-masked eyes that commands the respect of his men, as well as pierces intimidation into his enemies. He is a rough, battle-hardened, A-class hunter whose loyalty is unquestioned. His commitment to protect his territory, and those under his command, absolute.
However, if he were to have one weakness, it is his yearning for a worthy challenger who can put his combat expertise to the test. (Well, that, and Electric Spark.) It is a yearning so strong, that Armadillo would lay his life before Sigma, just so that he may have a chance at fighting X, the only one capable of providing a battle that could make him feel truly alive. There could be many reasons why he searches for the one opponent that could give his warrior's spirit the battle it longs for. Perhaps it's just one side of a lonely coin. Before the rise of Sigma, Armored Armadillo was highly revered for being undefeated in battle, without needlessly sacrificing the lives of his men. Yet, he still searched. He searched for someone to protect and for someone to give his life meaning. Unfortunately, one of his greatest assets in combat is also one of his greatest flaws outside of it.
Armadillo's mighty stature has him built like a tank in more ways than one. Among them is a cannon that carries with it a significant potential to harm. However, this particular cannon fires neither bullet nor plasma, and often finds itself as the topic of muttered inquiries and sarcastic jokes among the more crude members of the Maverick Hunter militia. Even in its flaccid state, Armored Armadillo's member has always been the thickest anyone who has ever laid eyes upon its shape has seen. That, in itself, is no small number, considering how much its shape bulges out noticeably from his trousers. His armor had to be custom-made with that very factor in mind. However, no matter how well-fitted any cold, rigid metal could wrap around his muscular phallus, it was a monster that could not and would not be caged. Unable to find armor that fit comfortably around his prodigious package, Armadillo walked the base grounds as casually as any other reploid, free of any restricting plate between his pants and the open air during times of peace. For few others would such a mundane act draw the kind of attention that it did for Armadillo. But his pants cloth stretched so tightly over his member's girth every time he stepped forward, one would have to actively try to not let his/her eyes be drawn between his legs due to each step accentuating every smooth curve of his male organ's shape. If anyone cared to stare at Armadillo's crotch long enough when he came to a stop, it wouldn't be difficult to notice the way the abundant flesh just beneath that cloth wobbled ever-so-slightly before coming to a stand-still. Nor would it be difficult to notice the following annoyed glare the purple-furred Commander shot at any overly-curious onlooker.
Even so, he wasn't ashamed of it. Armored Armadillo considered himself lucky to be so well-endowed, but he wouldn't go so far as to call it a blessing. His burly form served well to intimidate his foes. In one area in particular, however, it also limited his physical intimacy with his lovers. Few were lucky enough to penetrate Armadillo's calculating, dutiful exterior and find a place close to his tender, noble heart. Sadly, none could even attempt to receive his massive girth in moments of passion. Some were content to explore every finely-chiseled curve of his exquisitely-toned figure. Some were appeased to take in every tantalizing taste, every silk-like touch, and every virile scent that came from drawing their tongues and their fingers through his violet fur. Still others were satisfied to press their lips against the smooth, slick surface of Armadillo's blunt cock-head that exposed itself from just within the rim of his hefty foreskin, kissing every naked inch of his leaking helmet as they would with his own lips.
But no matter how content they may be to caress the flesh that drew so much inadvertent attention from his peers and subordinates, and no matter how much of his hot, pearly cum he would bathe them in as a result, his heart aches every time he hears his lover say with a wistful sigh, "I wish I could take you." Hearing it the first time struck a chord in Armadillo and filled him with a sorrow that he would never be able to fully provide for every one of his partner's needs. Every time he felt his fur being tugged by his lover who thrust deep into his tight, warm, embracing tailhole while shouting words of longing in deep, jubilant euphoria, Armadillo felt a pang of worry. No matter how many times he lifted his tail for his beau, he worried that he could never provide the feeling of fulfillment that can only come from being warmed from the inside by the one to whom you give your heart, and that he could never offer himself completely in soul and body. No matter what the overt reasons for each failed romance may have been, a part of him always blamed himself for being unable to fulfill all of his lover's desires.
And so, he searches. Armadillo will always need somebody to protect, whether it's the soldiers under his command or one special person that can see through his hardened mask. He will continue to scour the land until he finds the one who can give his life meaning, whether it is on the battlefield or in his private den. In the meantime, he shall enjoy some of the other benefits of being able to curl into a ball.
Did you see what he said about thinking naughty thoughts while playing Megaman X? Let me remind you, in case you've forgotten, that Megaman is a KID'S game series! It's meant to be FAMILY FRIENDLY! And I know the X series is supposed to have a darker, more serious storyline, but it's still a kid's game! I don't know what to think about that!
Is that a Veggietales fan character? I never expected to see one of those!