Month: June 2018

Scale gauntlets and Cherry scourges

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As a few of you may know, I got back from my first BLFC about a month ago. BLFC is a west coast furry convention based on the west coast in Reno Nevada at the very cool Grand Sierra resort/casino. I decided to give it. shot because Ingo has never been to a fur con, and a lot of my old friends I made back in 2004 from the dealers room scene wanted me to go. I am mostly no longer within the furry scene (for various reasons), but got inspired by a couple of guys I saw at a drunken dragon party to resurrect my oldest character the “Ratbat”. 2 of the guys there had on some custom tails and scale gauntlets that blew my hair back. I thought this was cool as fuck, and I’ve never grown out of my general love of demons/ monsters. After asking around, I discovered they were made by an east coast weaver artist named WuffJaye, and that this was the final year they would do custom gauntlets. I only had a 50/50 chance of getting an order in based on the no. of submissions. But I am happy to report that I was accepted yesterday. I intend to primarily use these at EDM/house/drum & base/psychedelic/chiptune music shows where the people dress up in outrageous shit while they sweat it out on the dance floor. The above picture I May or may not finish at some point this month (will probably fix the back leg..), But may go on the back burner in favor of some f-105 porn or some comic. I haven’t really decided yet. I’m trying to get my inspiration back so I can continue on with Calamity.  Enjoy.

http://jayecreations.wixsite.com/jaye

Oh.. and P.S. E3 2018 best of show hands down, Cyberpunk 2077 and Death Stranding. Cant fucking wait.

Dear Elfriede

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Dear Elfriede,

“Elfriede, oh you won’t believe this, dear!”

“What is it, Mr. Hotchkins?”

“You’ve gotten a letter in the mail!”

“A letter?” She couldn’t understand how anyone wrote her a letter, after all, she’s a tank in a museum! “Well go on, who’s it from?”

“I’m afraid I can’t read the name in the address, these summer rains ran the ink.” She scoffed.

“Typical. Alright then, open it up, read it.” The man cut open the letter and removed the message, he began to read it.

“Oh it’s in German, well my Germans not the best but I’ll give it a go anyways!” He cleared his throat and held it in the light.

“Dear Elfriede,

It’s been a very long time since we’ve been together, fifty years now, and to this day I still cherish the time we spent together, and I regret our parting on that dreadful night. It really was a shame. I often think of you, what might have happened had I stayed, would your fears be recognized? Would I be shot? Would I be barred? But mostly I think of what may have happened had we stayed together. Maybe we would be still together, maybe we’d be wed, be happily married with children of our own. Maybe. Nonetheless, I can’t say that parting wasn’t fruitful, but Elfriede, Love, I still miss you. I may have been just a young, reckless boy in a man’s world, just barely old enough to be fighting, but you made it worth it. Because of you, and the fond nights we spent together in love, I left that war remorseful, not dismantled, and I left with my worst nightmare being that I left you to die out there. Well isn’t it God’s blessing that you didn’t? I spent decades working with other record holders, diplomats, and counselors to track you down, to find out what happened to you. It was only a few years ago I learned that you were still around, and I’m writing this letter just after learning your residence. I do hope that you are in good repair, and I wish that I could see you once more. But that won’t be, my wife died not too long ago, and I know I’ll follow shortly. Elfriede, I just had to tell you one last time that I love you, and I know you cannot read this, and I pray to God, almighty, that someone reads this for you. I hope that you are happy. I love you, I miss you, and you are not forgotten, my love. I still remember your favorite story I’d read you, and I want you to know that I had two children. I had two children and I named them, for you, after your favorite book. Not only that, but my son has found love much like we did, and they have beautiful children together, Elfriede. I cannot express my gratitude enough.

Love, Walter”

Elfriede was very emotional, if she physically could she would be crying, decades of worry and wonderment were settled, she had her answers, but now she had even more questions.

“Elfriede you never told us you had a love interest!” She fought hard to form an understandable reply.

“I did, and now, now I still do.”

“Oooh! Elfriede! He wrote his address on the backside! Do you want to-“

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I have so much I want to send him!”

“He mentioned your favorite book was the name for his children, what are their names, dear?”

“Hansel and Gretel.”

Calamity

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page 5 updated on 8/19/19

Hello people. Welcome to the next short story in the Atoll Lab series. I Plan to alternate between this short vignette and that of Prince tomcat of Grumman. I enjoyed a long 2 month break of playing games, and going to shows with the love of my life. I suppose I could have just quit, but Id rather continue Atoll Lab with a few more short stories that hopefully wont take 3 years to finish.  The Poll is not favorable to this comic, Either because I am not as great a story teller as I thought I was, or that visitors just come here for porn that updates less and less as time goes on. If you are one of the latter, I am sorry. Porn Is coming, but this year I have events staggered across multiple weekends that will certainly cut into my art time.  If you are still here, thank you for continuing to enjoy what I do.

I will move the Prince tomcat collection to this post soon. However, I was never really satisfied with the bath scene. I may end up throwing out the previous 3 pages in favor of something that doesn’t ramp up so quickly on perversion (at least until Tomcat shows up.) The Russian translation of Atoll Lab is still pending, I’ll keep you posted.