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Troy thought he had forgotten something. He was a formidable archer, though he seemed more suited to being at the front of the line. His brother was a warrior, and though he and his brother looked nothing like brothers, they were.

James worked up quite the appetite after arriving VERY early to his college lecture. Oh well, now he doggy

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If you see a stone monkey idol sitting all by its lonesome, do your best to not look it in the eye, you'll find yourself unable to look away. Something about being transformed by hypnosis feels like it would leave the transformed dizzy afterwards, so of course I had to make it a reality. The mossy details on the monkey idol and trees were a lot of fun, tedious but fun. Anyway, for lore stuff, this guy's name is Kevin; he's a student traveling abroad for study purposes. He wandered off from hi...

He's always been an adventurous spirit at heart, and he has no desire to go back home.

Tibbs' body starts shifting and his thighs bulge into a thick roo thighs and now he has a strange new pouch on his belly? A simple shaded colored sketch for Tibbs from my recent stream. --------- Consider supporting me on Ko-Fi/Patreon for just $5 a month get to join my Ko-Fi/Patreon exclusive Telegram Group chat to see all my WIPs as I work and chat. ko-fi.com/recurrent Patreon.com/Recurrent Find me on other sites Linktr.ee/RecurrentArt

i swear it wasnt intentional

Practicing winged friend-shaped form <3

Damn it! That potion was supposed to wear off weeks ago... Small art for Nyhgault dealing with febrooary aftermath

It's late at night and once again some patrons have triggered the curse of the C Minor Diner. They were warned not to have caffeine if taking a shortcut across the gravel way, as many nighthawk eggs had been crushed there. However, who really cares about superstitions like that? As the diner filled with panicked cheeps, the attendant reached for his fowling gun with a sigh. Chasing the Chordeiles minor mutants out would be easy, but cleaning the place up? Well, was anything pleasant in 1942?