Terrible Tornado’s Apathetic Appetite
By Walker, A Paid Commission for Anonymous
In a world teeming with extraordinary individuals both heroic and villainous, an organization known as The Hero Association fought to maintain peace amongst the hapless public. Be they aliens seeking to destroy Earth, or those native to this world intent on using their incredible powers to bring harm unto others; the valiant defenders of The Hero Association stood guard against villains of all creeds and origi

Fancy Footwork
By Walker
With the game against Japan’s U-20 team on the horizon, Hiori Yo has been subjected to a two week long fitness regiment alongside his aspiring peers in Blue Lock’s soccer training program. Though he will sit on the sidelines for the beginning of the match as a substitute, his role on the team if and when he is brought on is integral to their victory. A stolid and calculated technician specializing in passes that inspire his teammates and freeze his opponents

Chain Fishing
By Walker, a Paid Commission for Goddesses4FeralGuts
Few regions within the Pokemon World can compare to the land of Hoenn when it comes to ecological diversity and climatory beauty. A calm breeze bolsters every sunny day, ocean waves singing a tidal melody from all across the surrounding coastlines. With no sign of Team Aqua or Team Magma for many years the region is at peace. The ancient titans Kyogre and Groudon soundly at rest, Hoenn’s natives are free to enjoy their trop

A Piece of Xane
By Walker
A comfortable seat at your desk. The lights are low. It’s not too hot and not too cold. The perfect conditions to enjoy a late night treat. Perhaps this much sugar isn’t the best idea for a bedtime snack … but then again, just how much sugar is even in that slice of cake?
After all … it’s not exactly made of flour and eggs like most other pastries.
How that 5’4 half-neko wound up turning into a sentient slice of cake no taller than

A Meal For Maya
By Walker, a Gift for Gurglingmaya
It had been a long day on my feet, and to say I was looking forward to laying down for a nap at the end of it all would be an understatement. I was exhausted, but beyond that I was utterly famished.
It had been hours since lunch finally stopped squirming around. I probably missed the last of those pathetic little yips and howls some time ago, likely wasted asking for mercy or something ridiculous like that. As if I would ever change my mind afte

Mother Gwen Part 2: Leaving The Nest
By Walker, A Paid Commission For Anonymous
Bathed in the moon’s light, and chilled by the sun’s absence; anger warms Gwen Tennyson more than her nightshirt and pants ever could in the middle of a forest. A clutch of freshly laid eggs between her slippered feet, and the alien bastard who impregnated her with them lurking just out of sight: over the past two weeks the young girl has endured more than most people twice her age have their entire lives