Passing

2424350-ps4-game-6932-upper-marqHad a chance to beat another game a week ago, while I was prepping for exams and running art streams. ^ This little Indy game from  SuperGiant Games : the creator of Bastion, comes this action adventure game you can pick up and finish on the weekend. The story is about a city that exists (I think) inside a computer or as part of a computer program like the old mainframe cartoon “Reboot” from the 90’s. It is told through the eyes of the main character – a singer named red, who was the victim of a failed assassination attempt by a group called the “Kameratta”. She survives because a mysterious man steps in front of her as the enemies attempt to use a sword-like omni device known as the “Transistor” on her. When she awakens, She takes a hold of the transistor and attempts revenge upon the group that had ‘stolen” her voice.

Combat is easy to do, and you get the choice of either planning your attacks in a free-frame mode, or executing combination attacks while moving freely about the battlefield. The game encourages you to use all the options you have at your disposal and trying different combos. There’s also an in-game option to up the difficulty after you’ve progressed a certain way, because it is very unlikely that your character will die in the course of playing the main game.

The games main feature however is its story- or deliberate lack of story. This is the first time in a while Ive actually felt like I need to see an ‘anime” to supplement the vague story that was given to us (The last time I felt this way was from Ico, and Shadow of the Colossus). I don’t know if it was due to the company being on a shoe-string budget or the director being a genius, but all the questions that arose from certain plot points that never got answered only served to make me play more.  1. What was the ‘spine” and why did it dampen the transistor? 2. How was red’s voice stolen if she was never struck with the transistor? 3. Why were the Kameratta targeting and killing certain prominent peoples of Cloud Bank?  4. What was “The country” and why did it seem like everyone in cloud bank city died being unable to escape?  These and many more questions sadly will never be answered unless Super Giant sees fit to do a “Directors cut” later on down the line. However, your imagination is a powerful thing, and perhaps it was for the best that most of this remained a mystery.

Lastly, the soundtrack was fucking top notch. Big ups to the couple of people who put together this amazing ost: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zA1jRmAYfU

Also, Here are a few sketches, Sywork art stream stuff and patreon art card stuff that couldn’t fit into their own post. As usual, I want to remind that I am doing a Live art stream every Friday night  7pm PST till I pass out. I work on the Art stuff that I have to do for the weekend and If I don’t have anything, then I do requests like I did tonight. Its still in beta, so the stream experiences Delays between 30 seconds and 4 minutes. If you’d like to be notified when the stream goes live, come on over to: Picarto and sign up to watch the channel.

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Good news in my regular life: I am passing all of my classes currently, And work in my clinical site is getting much easier. I am starting to feel like a 2nd year student now, And I get to spare my car and drive to Alameda till January and save the gas. So with the exception of the fact that I am extremely broke financially, I am feeling better now then I had since the year began.

1439718163503^ I want this to be the beginning of a delicious sex scene with the tank.

 

IS-III Part II

Here’s what I’ve cooked up for Dima and Demon. The sex scene is kinda lame, I’m sorry but I didn’t really feel motivated to write the sex scene, more geared towards what’s after it.

Enjoy.

IS-3 part II:

Dima rocked side to side in the shipping hold. She was very excited to be going on to a life with meaning. She was at one end of the hold with her turret backwards and at the other end was Demon facing her. He was holding her rear drive sprockets close to his forward drive sprockets trying to keep them warm against the cold Atlantic air. He wished he could be by her side but because of the packed ship there was no room. He cuddled her ass against his chest and reached for tarps to cover themselves with. He had just gotten them settled in and warm when he noticed Dima had the eye.

“What’s on your mind, Dima, baby?”

“Us rocking the boat.” They smiled as the audible sound of her track link ‘pantie’ falling to the floor echoed throughout the cargo vessel hold. She reached across to his armored cover and removed it, then stroked the hardening member presenting itself. The engine noise and closed off bulkheads meant they would be a faint moan to the crew, and fret little about being interrupted. They eyed each other as Dima pulled his cock to her wetting vagina lips and split them open with two of her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt his hard head touch her innards, and moaned louder as she let her lips snap shut onto his cock. She pulled more out to press deeper into her, moaning more and more.

“Not any deeper, please, baby?” Demon asked, he was scared of hurting the child, going too deep and hitting it. She nodded, she wanted him as deep as the first night but knew that couldn’t happen, not for a few more months, at least. “You’re so soft, softer than last time. God damn it’s so good!” He pulled his cock back out to the head as she moaned and grunted.

“Rock me, Demon, rock the baby and me asleep.” She pleaded with him, after the two months they’ve met Demon learned she liked it rough, weld bending rough.

“I don’t think I can rock you as hard as I did on shore-”

“And whys that?”

“I don’t think the boat <personal pet peeve it’s a ship> can take it.” He smiled while she frowned.

“Just get humping, already.” She snapped. “Unless you want me to lead.” He instantly started thrusting his hull and cock into her, letting her drop her nose into the hull and ride up onto his hull front. He lowered his rear and thrusted up into her heavy chassis, thrusting her rear into to air every thrust upwards. Her vagina molded to his thrashing cock, holding onto him tight, and getting tighter with every other deep penetrating thrust. At one point her loud moans and grunts turned to her Russian language, Demon always liked it when she spoke Russian, it made him feel like her special one. He moaned aloud in between her vocals to fill the air.

Eventually their engines started to turn over, started, because of fire hazards the two were drained of fuel and obviously their ammos were removed. The clicking and grinding of metal grew louder and louder as did the moaning, then the noise of screeching metal began as Dima’s arms gripped Demon’s skirt and death gripped it; as per the other marks this wasn’t her first time doing it to them. They loved each other for what they guessed was the rest of the night, that morning was when Dima proposed something that made Demon shiver.

“Demon, I want you to feel the child for me.” He shuddered.

“What?!”

Reach inside and tell me what it feels like, our child.” He out right declined. “If you won’t then I’ll do it myself.”

“You’ll hurt it!”

“No. It has Russian blood. It won’t feel a thing but a mother’s hand.” She was about to reach into herself when she darted and grabbed Demon’s hands and shoved them inside her vagina. “Maybe you are the baby, and this is the man?” She joked. Demon was very intrigued and raced ahead deeper into her vagina, lifting up her hull onto his chest so his arms could reach. “Or maybe not.”

“Damn,” he felt all the way to the womb, almost a boiling hot inside as he gingerly searched for the fetus. He touched something with a finger and knew exactly his blood ran in those tubes. He closed his eyes.

“What is it like?”

“I can feel it’s suspension, it has your wheels.” Dima giggled and shivered in excitement. She could feel commotion inside but not specifics, Demon was making his way around her insides, around the fetus.

“It has your chest, and my round hatch on it. It’s a little sausage,” Dima giggled, “with my rear-”

“Boy or girl!? Boy or girl!?” Demon felt around.

“I dunno.”

“Where’s the turret? What gun? What turret? Is it heavy?”

“I dunno, is it heavy?”

“I can’t tell!”

“Alright, it’s a closed turret like ours, your shape but my height.., and the gun mantle is rounded, the gun is pretty big.” Dima giggled a lot more. “It’ll be beautiful, babe.” He retracted his arms, placed her on the floor, and looked her in the eyes.

“I love you, Demon.”

“I love you, Dima.” They slept together until they woke up hours later, only to go back to sleep to pass the days. Allen wasn’t allowed in and was kept with the crew the whole voyage. Soon they would all see the sun set over the New York skyline.

Fin IS-3 part II

HaM Ch 29

Here’s a little update of HaM, but mostly Irish and E, it’s pretty small, though. Next I’ll put up part II of IS-3-way, only it’s not really a 3-way anymore so the name doesn’t fit anymore.., I need a new one.

Enjoy!

Chapter 29

Marion woke up shivering, she felt weak, brittle, and open. Hansel was sleeping in a heavy sack on her engine roof; she woke him up with fright in her voice. He woke up and instantly tried calming her and finding out what troubled her. Soon Cindy, too, rolled to them shivering.

“M-M-M-M-Mar-r-rr-rion, I’m c-c-c-cold! Could w-w-we hu-hu-hu-hud-d-d-ddle?” She was shivering worse than Marion, because of her smaller size and thinner skin. Marion welcomed her over and pulled her close to share their body heat that they generated. “R-R-Run y-y-y-yer eng-gg-gine.”

“Why, dear?” Marion asked as Hansel tried to spread his spare sheets and jackets over them. Cindy was puzzled then understood.

“Oh this your first winter,” She was warming up fast and snuggled against her massive overseer, “momma said that when winter comes we get cold and weak. We need time to adjust to it before we’re comfortable. Just wait a few days and we’ll feel better.” Marion stroked the top of her turret.

“You feel better, darling?” Cindy nodded.

“Mommy and daddy would put me between them so I’d feel better.” Marion said she felt better as well and turned her engine on very low to save fuel, Hansel laid back down in his spread out sleeping back and enjoyed her engine lulling him to sleep.

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E looked up at the huge battlecruiser Prinz Eugen and felt small for the first time. She had her mouth agape and her lust skyrocketing over the twenty-eight centimeter guns. She got wet as she enviously stared at those eight guns. She couldn’t help but cower and lower her hull.

“Feel small?” Irish asked from behind her in a playful smile. E didn’t answer right away but with:

“I want those guns..,” she drooled over them; Irish looked over her as he strode past her and hoped that Eugen wouldn’t turn her sexuality.

“I fired them way back, well aligned them to what I was told.”

“What else?”

“Well, I aligned the guns, fired them, used the rangefinders in the turrets, and turned the turret. Well not at one time, I’d switch roles for the duties.” He looked at her and noticed she was genuinely interested by him. “You wanna know how it all works?” She nodded fast without removing her gaze from him. He explained how it all works as they waited for direction. Then a cocky and stuck up enlisted first class seamen walks up and tries to boss them around. Irish smiled down at the loud speaking overstepping kid.

“I said move, tanker.” He snickered. Irish stopped E before she could do anything.

“Kid let me tell you something, I out rank you and you will address me as such.” The seamen narrowed his eyes at him.

“You sit on my base, under our order, you listen to me.., sarge.” Irish pulled some papers from his ID pouch and slid down off E.

“Look here, I outrank you, seamen first class, and you will respect me as such.” He showed him identification that denoted Irish as Chief Gunnery Officer. The enlisted’s face looked horrified and instantly snapped to attention.

“My apologies, sir.”

“At ease.” He asked again where he was to go and was taking E there. “Oh and next time you confront anybody, you show respect, seamen.”

“Sir yes, sir.” He led E to the direction given.

“How? I don’t get it.”

“I’m a higher rank in the Wehrmacht, but first I was an honor grad at camp and highly liked by the officers, and Eugen, and rose fast into chief gunner officer, it’s about Sergeant First Class.”

“How do you have it still?”

“Well due to some recommendation by officers that went up and up I was found by some tank generals and soon I was volun-told to switch. I was moved over and promoted to First Sergeant as compensation. Actually I left her my uniform; I might get that back while we’re here.” They stuck to the path when Irish veered her off.

“Why?”

“Fuck that they want us next to the shit loaded last, I’m taking us up front.” He took her to the bow where Eugen instantly spotted him. They were ordered on by Eugen instantly, and E was taken to the stern for more operating space. Irish was met by her with intensity.

“My little gunny!” Eugen sounded in his head and E’s. “You came back!” She hugged him discretely as he stood near the rear turret, he stroked her arms.

“You miss me?”

“Hell have I missed you! You aren’t leaving again are you?”

“Sorry but we’ll be leaving in a few days. You’re the boat?”

“Ship.” Irish and Eugen said in unison. “Aww, really?” Eugen asked.

“Yup, sorry. I missed you, and the sea, so much.” E watched and listened, she knew how to mentally think to each other, and thought to herself alone. Are they together or something? How can she even think about him? They’re so small and that’s for me, I’m small to her so how would he even be worth full to her? It’s wrong; she should have a ship, a real man for her to ride. At least she’d feel him. She looked at them somewhat disgusted, yet also somewhat intrigued. What draws them together like that? She wasn’t sure. She shook it off and looked out towards the sea.

Fin Chapter 29

Thanks to all those who attended my first stream <3

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ATLANTIC OCEAN (Feb. 6, 2013) The Ohio-class ballistic missile submarine USS Tennessee (SSBN 734) returns to Naval Submarine Base Kings Bay. Tennessee deployed for operations more than three months ago. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class James Kimber/Released)

^ ;;super turned on by the idea of a giant male sub following close behind;;

Have some new found art:

Sywork

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If I don’t have any major artwork to work on, I will do some live sketches for people and answer questions through the stream. It should be fun, Check me out soon.

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tumblr_ns244ysMB61qbkt8so1_1280Also this is the EXACT reason why I don’t draw eyes on windshields. Its ok in a world where humans don’t exist and most vehicles aren’t used as passenger vehicles, but the insides of the cabs, bridges, and cockpits are normally lined with mechanical internal organs in my story lore. (Only the very big machines still have useable space left inside themselves. See: aircraft carriers, war ships, an-226)

1372047497347450408^ Best Gif regarding the path Konami is taking regarding the whole Hideo Kojima/Silent hill debacle. Sad to see Konami no longer gives a shit about its employees or its games. No fucking wonder why Koji Igarashi went on to do bloodstained through kickstarter. The writing is on the wall.

Lonely road to September.

Art updates: I ended up changing this image: https://titanatelier.com//wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Longbow.jpg  As some people on e621 had almost anonymously informed me that the rotor of the tail was on the wrong side. An honest mistake I didn’t catch till last month. I decided that most of my character porn pics faced to the left, so I wanted some to face to the right, I had flipped the line art around before coloring, anyway food for thought. (Update your version if you care..)

Art Schedule: 

1. Comic page
2. Sea stallion porn (Commission)
3. Dina porn (commission)
4. Patreon cards for July
5. comic page
6. Stridsbat90 or USS. Long beach
7. Comic page
(Bismarck put off again till.. fuck I don’t know..could be January at this pace.)

(I also want leClerc MBT porn too.. FML)

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School Update: The Director took time to address the class on Thursday regarding the issues with the senior class and the new instructor.  It looks like he’s going to throw out one of the exams, and heavily modify another, citing that the tests were all poorly written. This means that even if the decide to grade the class on a curve, I still pass no matter what. Im just waiting with baited breath for my results. The stress of this whole thing has been eating my brain.

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