Impending doom in the form of a ditzy forgetful woman is peak.
It's not her fault (it is) you're so small and inconsequentially infinitesimally microscopic. You could get hurt...
Art: @Colacoot
Commission for the wonderful @FlatSquashed featuring his WoW OC Silvia apprehending the dangerous Vanessa Vancleef.
Well, almost
https://t.co/2SxRMwKxHL
|500 LURKER RAFFLE|
Goood morning, afternoon, or evening Lurkers! Hope you been well these past few days!
Today, we're going to announce THE MIDNIGHT PROWLER'S FAN RAFFLE! (Titled by Shade himself.) Ever wanted to have a chance to get with the big panther himself? Have a match against him? Wanna have a little bit of an intimate moment with him? Well now you have your chance in the form of one big raffle, the prize being a FULLY SHADED, COLORED ART PEICE involving you and the man of the hour, SHAAAADE!
Here are the RULES to be qualified!:
1. You must be a Lurker. (Follower)
2. Comment your interest, like and repost, and you will be added onto the list of entries.
3. Only ONE winner will be picked.
4. The winner will have the ability to ask for whatever they want involving Shade (within reason, nothing offensive, please)
And that's all you have to do to enter! Good luck, Lurkers, you're gonna need it dealing with this guy, haha! The raffle will end NEXT SATURDAY! See ya then and good luck, everyone!
(Looks like Shade’s excited for whoever’s gonna be under him soon. 🫢)
Gnash sat comfortably atop the anon, his face deep in the wobbling butt of the hefty dragon. The air had been turned off, gnash isn’t too fond of AC, with him being cold blooded and all. The heat from the depth of his enormous butt wafted like a stream into the anons face. His butt air practically racing into his nose. The anon could barely contain his slight panic. The anon loved the weight, the massive rump of the dragon swallowing his face, but the dragon had been sitting for nearly a minute. The anon kept his hands down, trying to show Gnash he could take his weight. Gnash, truth be told, didn’t care. He had a seat, the seat should sniff his butt, end of story. Although he appreciated the gesture, if only moderately. Gnash glanced back for slight encouragement. “You’re not a bad seat actually. Just keep your hands away from my ass and sniff my butt like you’re currently doing.” Gnash adjusted, precisely positioning the anons face in the center of his butt crack, where the wind of his hole was strongest. That did it for the anon. The adjustment knock the remainder of air out of his lungs. “Airmphh…” the anon moaned. Gnash heard it, but responded unkind. “Sorry, can’t hear you, I’m gonna assume you asked for air. No, not now at least. Keep sniffing if you can.” The anon knew Gnash would get up eventually. But he was for sure gonna be panicking for air by the time he did. With that he took another inhale of his mighty asscrack, proud to be his seat.