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Well you know what they say.Oh look, he's actually stealing the art by Camilla Cuevas (And he's even shoddily inserted the Wisps from Sonic Colors as well!).
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Oh look, he's actually stealing the art by Camilla Cuevas (And he's even shoddily inserted the Wisps from Sonic Colors as well!).
I had a feeling that the art was stolen.
I've also seen a few of his drawings have Bendy dressed up as Chara from Undertale, which literally makes no sense, since they do not live in the same universe.
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I personally find it pretty hard to do a hand puppet without moving my thumb, so having the string tied to the thumb seems like a bad idea.
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Then try thinking about how to aim properly while wearing puppets. Remember each hand controls two guns. Also how would you reload while wearing those?
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Not just that, but how do you even attach those guns to the puppet anyway if those are intended to be the real deal? Let alone keep them from ripping the arms off the body.
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And keep the arms from moving due to recoil since all of her fingrfiare moving the mouths of the puppets.
It's one of those good ideas on paper.
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Guys are we really debating the real-life physics and practicality of the revolver-bearing dual-wielded bunny hand puppets of a Sonic oc.
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All I'm saying is if you're going to include a transparent drawing to show how something works it should at least make sense.
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GiantSpiderInvasion
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"Titty Doormat"
The artist's comments features a lulzy story to go with the picture.
The artist's comments features a lulzy story to go with the picture.
By now, my roommate's friends were all accustomed to his odd taste in furniture: Squishy Tit-shaped vases, cushions, lampshades, everything, all which were made by harvesting my constantly regenerating tits. I had no choice -- this was how I paid the rent.
I woke one morning to find myself naked, bound and gagged in my own bed. "I'm going to make a Titty doormat!" he grinned.
Okay, I thought. Why did he need to tie me up for this? He could have just cut them off for his project and be done with the whole thing. But of course, I was gagged. I couldn't ask.
"This one's different. I'm expecting some friends for a costume party today. Can't have you around or they might figure out how I source my projects!"
And then he held up a doormat with two holes cut into it. "So this time," he continued, "I won't be removing your tits. They're going to remain attached, and every time they get trampled on, you're going to feel it! Don't worry, I'll count the rent this month as paid in full."
I squirmed in my bindings, but it was no use. His mind was made up. He carried me to a small hole in the floor and fixed the boards around me so that my tits protruded through. I could only see through a small crack in the floor.
"Perfect!" he announced, kicking one of my tits with his foot. "No one will know the difference."
As guests arrived, they immediately noticed the new doormat and laughed as they read a sign aloud. "Don't forget to wipe your feet!" And the trampling began. Since it was cold outside, many of them were dressed in heavier boots, some steel towed. One heavier man stomped on them quite hard, and began twisting his feet to make sure he got all of the mud off his shoes. My poor tits were hot with pain as he stretched and crushed them firmly into the rug. I squirmed. He laughed.
"They even jiggle on their own!" he said, and this just encouraged him to stomp them even harder.
As the night progressed, more guests repeated this process. Soon, my aching tits had lost much of their round shape and were greatly stretched and flattened into the ground, only my hard nipples giving any remaining hint of their dimension. At some point, guests wearing narrow stilettos arrived. When they trod upon my flattened boobs, the flesh began to finally rip and tear. More heavy winter boots came, and the mushy insides of my tits began squirting from the wounds. And then came the guests dressed up as football players, spiked cleated boots and all. After that, my tits were positively shredded, titflesh strewn about the house in spite of my roommate's attempts to keep the floors clean.
As the party came to an end, I watched as guests left and trampled what was left of my brutalized tits. As one man passed over the crack in the floor, I could see one of my detached nipples firmly wedged in the ridging of the bottom of his shoe. I wonder if he'd ever find it or if it would remain there indefinitely.
The other nipple was never found, but I did overhear someone saying that they had found it and would take it home as a souvenir.
I woke one morning to find myself naked, bound and gagged in my own bed. "I'm going to make a Titty doormat!" he grinned.
Okay, I thought. Why did he need to tie me up for this? He could have just cut them off for his project and be done with the whole thing. But of course, I was gagged. I couldn't ask.
"This one's different. I'm expecting some friends for a costume party today. Can't have you around or they might figure out how I source my projects!"
And then he held up a doormat with two holes cut into it. "So this time," he continued, "I won't be removing your tits. They're going to remain attached, and every time they get trampled on, you're going to feel it! Don't worry, I'll count the rent this month as paid in full."
I squirmed in my bindings, but it was no use. His mind was made up. He carried me to a small hole in the floor and fixed the boards around me so that my tits protruded through. I could only see through a small crack in the floor.
"Perfect!" he announced, kicking one of my tits with his foot. "No one will know the difference."
As guests arrived, they immediately noticed the new doormat and laughed as they read a sign aloud. "Don't forget to wipe your feet!" And the trampling began. Since it was cold outside, many of them were dressed in heavier boots, some steel towed. One heavier man stomped on them quite hard, and began twisting his feet to make sure he got all of the mud off his shoes. My poor tits were hot with pain as he stretched and crushed them firmly into the rug. I squirmed. He laughed.
"They even jiggle on their own!" he said, and this just encouraged him to stomp them even harder.
As the night progressed, more guests repeated this process. Soon, my aching tits had lost much of their round shape and were greatly stretched and flattened into the ground, only my hard nipples giving any remaining hint of their dimension. At some point, guests wearing narrow stilettos arrived. When they trod upon my flattened boobs, the flesh began to finally rip and tear. More heavy winter boots came, and the mushy insides of my tits began squirting from the wounds. And then came the guests dressed up as football players, spiked cleated boots and all. After that, my tits were positively shredded, titflesh strewn about the house in spite of my roommate's attempts to keep the floors clean.
As the party came to an end, I watched as guests left and trampled what was left of my brutalized tits. As one man passed over the crack in the floor, I could see one of my detached nipples firmly wedged in the ridging of the bottom of his shoe. I wonder if he'd ever find it or if it would remain there indefinitely.
The other nipple was never found, but I did overhear someone saying that they had found it and would take it home as a souvenir.
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No, /pol/, no.
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10/10, would grab by the pussy.
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That's not what "pear-shaped" means.
Elpizo
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This is fucking gross."Titty Doormat"
The artist's comments features a lulzy story to go with the picture.
By now, my roommate's friends were all accustomed to his odd taste in furniture: Squishy Tit-shaped vases, cushions, lampshades, everything, all which were made by harvesting my constantly regenerating tits. I had no choice -- this was how I paid the rent.
I woke one morning to find myself naked, bound and gagged in my own bed. "I'm going to make a Titty doormat!" he grinned.
Okay, I thought. Why did he need to tie me up for this? He could have just cut them off for his project and be done with the whole thing. But of course, I was gagged. I couldn't ask.
"This one's different. I'm expecting some friends for a costume party today. Can't have you around or they might figure out how I source my projects!"
And then he held up a doormat with two holes cut into it. "So this time," he continued, "I won't be removing your tits. They're going to remain attached, and every time they get trampled on, you're going to feel it! Don't worry, I'll count the rent this month as paid in full."
I squirmed in my bindings, but it was no use. His mind was made up. He carried me to a small hole in the floor and fixed the boards around me so that my tits protruded through. I could only see through a small crack in the floor.
"Perfect!" he announced, kicking one of my tits with his foot. "No one will know the difference."
As guests arrived, they immediately noticed the new doormat and laughed as they read a sign aloud. "Don't forget to wipe your feet!" And the trampling began. Since it was cold outside, many of them were dressed in heavier boots, some steel towed. One heavier man stomped on them quite hard, and began twisting his feet to make sure he got all of the mud off his shoes. My poor tits were hot with pain as he stretched and crushed them firmly into the rug. I squirmed. He laughed.
"They even jiggle on their own!" he said, and this just encouraged him to stomp them even harder.
As the night progressed, more guests repeated this process. Soon, my aching tits had lost much of their round shape and were greatly stretched and flattened into the ground, only my hard nipples giving any remaining hint of their dimension. At some point, guests wearing narrow stilettos arrived. When they trod upon my flattened boobs, the flesh began to finally rip and tear. More heavy winter boots came, and the mushy insides of my tits began squirting from the wounds. And then came the guests dressed up as football players, spiked cleated boots and all. After that, my tits were positively shredded, titflesh strewn about the house in spite of my roommate's attempts to keep the floors clean.
As the party came to an end, I watched as guests left and trampled what was left of my brutalized tits. As one man passed over the crack in the floor, I could see one of my detached nipples firmly wedged in the ridging of the bottom of his shoe. I wonder if he'd ever find it or if it would remain there indefinitely.
The other nipple was never found, but I did overhear someone saying that they had found it and would take it home as a souvenir.
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I remember when /co/ cringe threads would be spammed with hundreds of these. Please don’t do the same here.
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https://www.deviantart.com/dougs
I think I just found someone with an amputation fetish, guys.
I think I just found someone with an amputation fetish, guys.
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