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whimsy

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Registered Since: 10 years ago

Last Seen: Jan 18th, 2020

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hello eka's! i'm a writer and sometimes (read: very rarely) artist who has been stalking the site for some time and only finally worked up the courage to create an account and try to get into the community. vore is something i'm still sort of reserved about, but every time i think i've drifted away from it i end up coming right back. i'm not going to fib--i'm totally here for the porn, and that's probably what 99% of my gallery is going to be. my interests sort of swing from one month to the next and my submissions will probably reflect that, too, but you can expect to see a lot of furries, a lot of ladies, and a lot of both nonfatal passthrough and containment. i admit i get a lot of my encouragement from feedback, so if you even have a smidge of inclination to comment, go right for it. i love talking to people about my work. currently i'm still getting a feel for the site and how everything works, so excuse formatting mistakes or a lot of rambling in the submitter's comments--the former because i have to learn and the latter because hoo boy, new community makes me nervous and when i'm nervous i can go on forever. hopefully i'll get to meet some of you out there who share my interests. don't be shy, and i'll try my best not to be either! ♥

btw, call me whimsy. :)

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on requests:
art: no
writing: yes

i am totally down for doing story requests, but i make no promises. just be aware that i'm uncomfortable with the consumption of bodily waste, underage characters, and real-life people (i.e. celebrities.) right now i'm not comfortable enough with my art to sell it or try to complete pieces to someone else's specifications. that might change in the future, but for now it's going to be no-exceptions.

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“Pleeeease?”
the vaporeon begs, hopping in an excited circle around an
agitated-looking floatzel, “I know you can do it. Please please
pleeeease? This has been my dream forever and you're the only one I
know I can trust! Seriously. I learned how to do it. All you'd have
to—“
“Vee,
no means no. I don't care what kind of trick you learned. I'm not
going to eat you.”
“But
Youko...”
“No.
Look, we've known one another a long, long time. I'm all right with
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Sprrrrlt.
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packed full of delicious tropical fruit is nearly enough to send her
off to sleep right there in the open. She contemplates a
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Mom and Dad,'
“'If
you're reading this, it's because I've decided...' Ugh. No. Wait. 'If
you're reading this, it means I'm...' Pfffff. 'I'm writing this
because--' No, no... Ugh. Fuck it.”
Clancy
heaves a sigh and closes the word processor window on his computer,
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arms and head fall limp so that he's staring like a ragdoll up at the
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eds at the local community college like everyone else, works four
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Clover,
a deerling just on the cusp of her evolution, has made her home here
since she w

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Dearheart. Lovey, come on. I need you awake for this.”
The
raccoon groans at the feeling of a soft hand gently patting her
cheek, tries to respond, and then gags on whatever apparatus has been
inserted into her mouth. She tries to roll over, tries to shake her
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