[ARCHIVE] Jenny stripping meme

Oh boy, this one got me a lot of backlash on the old bird app (that later became Organization XIII)

I did the meme. Being naked was no problem ’cause I’m naked all the time anyways, but I was a bit nervous to do that last one in front of people, still a bit nervous posting it even here.

As much as I love my Metallica Ride the Lightning shirt, it was the first item to remove.

Haha, I’m still pretty ぺったんこ even now. Not that I mind much, flat is justice~

…I never could get that hashtag trending…

…I didn’t expect this to be a part of the meme, but… I wanted to challenge myself, and I did.
A-anyways… just… don’t make fun of me, OK?

So um… y-yeah, sorry, I can’t “finish” on camera, I’m too nervous.
But ah, hope you liked it anyways.

Thanks for all the likes and retweets~

[ARCHIVE] 2010 Art – AlonWoof Retrospective

I’m going to start reposting old art, year by year, starting from 2010, all the way to 2022.
For 2010, I don’t have much, but it’s something. I made this render back when I was a teenager and first learning 3D, with some hacked together models an old friend cobbled together from questionable sources. Here, we have the original Alon, “Alonguy Dehan”, rescuing his sidekick Maria from… like, an explosion…? I felt kinda weird even back then about her being a “damsel in distress”, even temporarily… gosh, I wonder why…? If only I knew back then.

[ARCHIVE] 2023, Year of the Bun!

Cream’s cousin Mint is over to visit for New Year’s, and she decides to get just as naked as him and get up on the rabbit-themed stage to celebrate the new year! It’s a good thing Cream isn’t shy at all~

(I don’t think I ever told anyone, but my OC Mint the Rabbit is Cream’s cousin, and sometimes he visits her and auntie Vanilla while not on adventures with Socks the Wolf)

[ARCHIVE] A Lone Huntress after Work

This “lone wolf” prefers to drink and eat dinner alone, often staying at
the local pub long after even the local drunkards have quieted down,
slowly sipping her favorite sake to ease her aching muscles.

She contemplates and reminisces, often questioning why she’s still
here, on this planet, merely existing, doing what she’s always done.
Even though she continuously acquires renown for what the
townspeople call “heroism”, she still feels empty. In her mind, she
never was, and never will be a hero.

She doesn’t realize she’d soon meet someone who would help her find her true purpose in life, who helps her find value in herself, and
eventually, forgiveness.