Some of the comments/tags on the merman-Ceran post got me all inspired to try and scrounge a super-sized scribble up. Does he get a tum from all the fish? YOU BET HE DOES, HE’S BAD AT SELF CONTROL WHEN IT COMES TO SEAFOOD.
The rich fiction I started establishing in my head for this particular nonsensical AU, was something like Mer-Ceran being a guardian for a temple / ancient relic, and an intrepid adventurer is seeking said relic out. After learning from a local that Ceran has a crippling weakness for food, they butter up the boastful behemoth with bountiful offerings of enchanted fish that widen the man-whale into….well, a proper whale! Appropriately growing far too indulgent and slothful to keep up the guardian-game of chase and protect, the underhanded hero then gains access to the coveted keepsake from inside the ruins. However….with all that time and effort spent, the hero finds themselves piqued by a different manner of treasure!
Sometimes the best rewards are the ones we make ourselves, particularly if they manifest in the form of juicy sea-elves.
I kept picturing it as some kink-themed fetch quest in a generic fantasy game. Collect so many magic-mackerel. Win pudge-orca’s heart. Choose your ending, score the relic or score with gargantuan guardian. OPTIONS!
Moar sketchin’s, since there were a few folks who suggested something to this effect and I have little to no shame left. Maybe some. Just a little. Or maybe I’m just lying to myself. Meanwhile EVERY TIME I DRAW THE CHUNKY ELF DAD HE GETS BIGGER, FUCK. I try to be all like “Oh I’m not really into extremes-” but then meanwhile I’m drawing tits the size of Pluto and a gut you could lose your dick in.
Sorry Sasha, I’m guessing they didn’t fit well last week either. Although I’m not complaining!
Don Bluth, eat your heart out
Well SOMEone seems awfully pleased with himself….
Dragonboy in lingerie, what’s not to love?