2018 Commericalmas - Home (you are not alone) 4.01 CYOA

And one half is done

2018 Commericalmas - Home (you are not alone) 3.02 CYOA

Two parter for this choice

2018 Commericalmas - Home (you are not alone) 3.01 CYOA

Polls on the left again

2018 Commericalmas - Home (you are not alone) 2.02 CYOA

Polls open for 3-4 days.

2018 Commericalmas - Home (you are not alone) 2.01 CYOA

Poll open for 3-4 days

2018 Commericalmas - Home (you are not alone) 1.01 CYOA

Doing a CYOA for this years commerialmas event.

Poll on the top left. I will tally on either 12/5 or 12/6

Art by Goose/Scruggles

The Iron Reaver’s Throne: Epoch Gambit

Continuation from the contest story from Honestabe.

The Iron Reaver’s Throne: Epoch Gambit

Part One: Playing the Fool

After ten months, they were finally back.  Dorian Meer set his eyes on the familiar fog covered hills of the ancient city.  The peaks of the hills covered the site were the same as he remembered them being.  Grass covered with nearly unmarked stones and moss covered everything else. Only one thing broke the endless sea of highlands here.  A black iron spike broke the landscape. It was lodged in a hilltop, one of the last things they had picked up in the dungeon the last time they were here.  The haft of a javelin had been sank into the hill, the broken tip replaced with black iron taken from the dungeon.

“Is this your marker?” Dorian was much happier about the trip to the dungeon this time around.  They had hired a wizard and scholar to accompany their group. Kevoran Boreal Guevenne was an old hand at adventuring, and a weak curse breaker.  He and his owl familiar, Herod, had been a great help. They were academically skilled and he had a secret home on another plane of existence. Inheritance, he claimed.  But he could draw a shape of a door on anything and access his small secret space at any time. Older than anyone else by far, but knowledgeable about many subjects. His scruffy brown hair had some gray patches, but the middle aged man was one of the most valuable members of their expedition.  

Lenna Shadewake came up behind him, her hair in a different style than when she was last here.  Instead of a giant braid hanging down her back she had twin braids hanging from her shoulders and connecting back into each other near her belt.  The blonde hair had been cursed on the trip previous journey and was still ten feet of unbreakable length. She wore it all over her shoulders and torso now, as the hair could stop most piercing weapons.  She had been a Human, once. Now her blue skin and elfin ears were marks of the Sylph race, gifted in all things of air and lightning. Dorian was also her familiar, which he had some regrets about. Lenna’s legs, what she called her most beautiful feature, were always on display.  As a mage, she didn’t want to have anything interfere with her spellcasting. Or so she claimed. Really the woman had barely any boobs to speak of, and last time they had come here she had gained the legs and booty that could be called respectable.

Even when he was human and she was his girlfriend she was quite vain.  Even now that he was a hawk she still felt vanity for her body. She could feel his senses, and he amplified her magic.  She had to do as he said, though. Part of her Sylph abilities were connected to who she was with at the time of that transformation.  If he or Alexandra asked her to do something, she would do it without thinking. Her mid-thigh length skirts were just one of the things she wore as a result of that.  Of course, Lenna was only doing that because of jealousy.

Coming up behind her was the reason for that jealousy. One of Lenna’s old friends.  Lavinia Gale was an olive skinned human from the wandering tribal groups surrounding Galen.  An old nation long since fallen, and its people scattered. Lavinia was a curvaceous short woman with no fear.  Land or sea she was able to guide by the stars and signs. More importantly, she understood some of the language that was in these ruins.  Hanging from her belt were a pair of dire flails that should have been too heavy for it. Not that her outfit was any more reasonable. Lavinia didn’t believe in modesty, only in practicality.  As such, the only thing covering her legs were pairs of long socks that kept her warm. The rest of her was wrapped in an outfit that could classify as a dress if it actually covered her ass. A pair of tight shorts were always visible, if they could be considered such.  Dorian did admit she had a very nice ass to look at. She didn’t mind anyone looking at her, in fact she encouraged it. Her shoulders and wrists were heavily armored, but the rest of that woman was as soft as one could imagine.

The only man here was Kevoran, and he always kept his eyes politely elsewhere.  Dorian knew that whoever Lavinia was showing off to, it wasn’t him. That left the last two members of their expedition. Alexandra Heliot and Tori.  Alexandra was his girlfriend of sorts, even though she didn’t like to admit that she was dating a bird. Birdman. Whatever. Alexandra had been a gladiator, a free woman who entered the Verusian arenas to fight and win money and fame.  She had succeeded, and her trident was at her side always. She, Lenna, and Dorian had been the only ones to make it out last time. Dorian had entered a man and come out a hawk. Lenna had gone in human and come out part elemental. Alexandra had probably gotten it the worst.  

Like Clockwork - Maid(s) by the Minute(s) Comic

Poll Comic

Art by Ibenz

Like Clockwork - Maid(s) by the Minute(s)

“Hmm so what are these files Kaidyn?” Akita said as she scrolled through hundreds of separate log files Kaidyn as created. The pair sat together in the digital plane as Akita checked her creations no daughter over for issues.

“Unit Mother, those are private files relating to the side quests regarding the other units. While they did aid with the repairs on the system this unit separated their log files for privacy concerns.” Kaidyn responded as the molten heat gave even her metallic body a fresh blush.

“Ah them...” Akita smirked as she peaked inside… I mean how could she resist with how cute Kaidyn’s embarrassed flush was.

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[Side Quest]: Unit Frozen

System Log, Minute 42000

Upon further inspection of system logs on unit Frozen, this unit hypothesizes that improper utilization of ignition device triggered a security lock down mechanism. This temporal lock down is what afflicted unit Frozen. This should have been resolved with system repairs. However, residual temporal folds are still present. This unit hypothesizes that since the temporal lock mechanism is only supposed to be a short term effect, the extended duration and exposure to the temporal eddies has generated temporal corruption.

Further diagnosis pending test results from tissue and other samples taken from unit Frozen as its movements appear to be accelerating to relative rates.

~Kaidyn

System Log, Minute 42540

Test results confirm a composite multi-layer paradox effect upon unit frozen. It seems the temporal lock did not stop temporal eddies from infecting unit Frozen. Instead, it just stopped unit Frozen from acting upon them. Over time, these temporal eddies layered and mutated against each other into a temporal paradox that are estimated to have fatal repercussions when resolved. As such, side quest ‘Frozen’ has temporarily been marked as high priority. This unit will continue to research possible repair methods.

[Update]: The inner clock of unit Frozen has accelerated enough for this unit to interact with.

~Kaidyn

System Log, Minute 42843

Possible solution to side quest ‘Frozen’ found by this unit. Toxin ‘Bootylibum’ or more commonly referred to as Bytox identified as candidate solution. More specifically, the Q strand. This highly dangerous bacterium is one of the only organisms that can survive within temporal fields, having developed a natural resistance. This unit requires time for the development of antibody potion.

[Warning]: Physical body of unit Frozen now stuck in quantum anomaly as he is fading in and out of existence. Time is off the essence. As such, this unit has directly injected a high dose of Bytox Q into unit Frozen while it still could as per their request. This unit will take full responsibility for any reactions that will occur.

~Kaidyn

Mr. DNA's 40th (belated) B-day Card

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Dungeons and Barbies 7th Year Anniversary

Web Comic's 7th anniversary

Art by Genzoman

Actually commissioned this a few years back for the 5 year anniversary but it took them like 4 years to finish/get around to it... so here it is now.

2018 Dungeons Contest - Entries List

2018 List of Contest Entries.

Not to many entries to this year but there are some great ones.


If I missed someone let me know.

Contest results will be announced in a week or two after I have time to go through and review/rate them.


The Iron Reavers Throne
Entry by HonestAbe


Hall of Heroes RAGS game
Entry by Flashkill


Amazon Hive
Entry by Cydra630


Crafty Cuttlefish
Entry by py-primal


Mirror Entities
Entry by Roxanne13579

2018 Contest Entry - The Iron Reaver's Throne

Entry by HonestAbe

The Iron Reaver had lived a long time ago.  His history didn’t really matter anymore, since all the places he once made famous were no longer civilizations.  He and his armies broke them. The old Dwarf was a tough bastard, apparently, and ruled from his throne city. He had some kind of engineer guild under him, and they made a bunch of secure dungeons and cities.  Brilliant work, the secrets long buried and hidden. Exactly the kind of thing he wanted to study. The risk of death and dismemberment is of course a problem, but that’s the life he chose. These thrones were never exactly the same, and many had been raided or broken down over the years.  

Dorian Meer wanted that knowledge, how these dwarves were so effective.  They only used steel and iron, and yet their creations were holding up to the test of time better than any Elven ruin.  Of course, he was going to allow his allies to plunder it. There was no question on that. But he wanted the mechanisms and engineering marvels intact.  They needed to be intact. “Hey! Thurn says we’re here.”

He looked up, and smiled.  The real reason he could even afford this.  Alexandra Heliot, whose red hair hung down her entire back.  Curvaceous and taller than him by a couple of inches, she was a gladiator by trade.  She had entered the slave arenas as a free woman and come out the other side victorious.  There were some scars, but he didn’t seem to mind. Her popularity and winnings had paid for this entire venture.  He personally thought it was his winning charm, but she had the winning smile.

Jarsk Thurn, on the other hand, was a drunkard and a grave robber.  Kind of what they needed here. He was tall, dark haired, and rippled with muscle.  His job here was simple. Break down doors that no one else could, lead them to the secret entrances.  His share of the loot from this was going to be the smallest, but the man only needed it for drinks anyways.  He had five older brothers, and yet he was the only one ‘without an arrow in the knee’ to be able to go with them.  And yet Dorian didn’t believe that. The man looked older than his skin. He had seen some things in these wastes, and it was his skill that had guided them safely here so far.  

“Finally!  It’s about time!” The screeching voice of their magical expert spoke up.  Lenna Shadewake, as she called herself, was part sorceress and part rogue.  Shorter than five foot, she was often confused for a man. The pixie cut blonde hair didn’t help with that.  Lenna was his old flame, and hotly jealous of Alexandra. She was also the only mage or rogue that they could find willing to spend months out on this kind of adventure.  After the month and change it took to get here, he was fairly sure that Lenna just wanted to get back at him for breaking up with her.  

“Where is it?” Dorian asked.  This landscape was confusing, covered in mist and rather cold.  Thick rocks stuck out from the mist, and the highlands here had the shadow of what was once habitations. Old mounds that could have been buildings lined the old road leading into the city, but now that they were inside the place it was impossible to tell.  “All I see is mud and stone.”

“Ai.” Thurn’s word for everything under the sun.  “Over there.” He pointed at a row of nearly identical stones running along the road.  Just like everything else around here. He stopped in front of what was conceivable the millionth stone he had seen.  “Ai.” There was nothing here. Just a couple of mounds of stone and grass. Yet Thurn seemed to know what he was doing.  Dorian waited patiently, as the man hammered a few stones with the backside of his enchanted iron axe. He would pick up one featureless rock, replace it with another, until they were in an arrangement that looked exactly the same as it did before.  “Ai!” He pronounced gladly. Then he kicked the middle stone.  

The entire hill before them collapsed inwards, stairs and thick iron railings extending out of the mud like bones.  Dorian leaned forward, hearing the creaking and clanking that arose. There! Completely hidden, yet the mechanism rose out of the mud without any problem after what had to be hundreds of years.  With a flash of magic, the mud concealing the entrance sucked away into the walls, revealing dark stone steps, going down into the deep. The stone was black, almost reflective. Dorian ran his hand over it, the smooth stone cool and comforting.  

“Stay your hand.” Lenna called.  Dorian froze. “Don’t lose your fingers.”  The part-time Rogue stepped forward with a stick, jabbing the featureless stone just inches from his hand.  The entire face of the stone rippled, as rusty needles sprayed out. A burst of fire came from her hand, the short woman lighting up the black stone.  “Thurn, you can read the stones here, can’t you?”

“Ai.” The man nodded.  “Don’t know the meaning but me Da showed me all the dangerous ones.  T’was before he become a stonelion.”

“Stonelion?” Dorian asked carefully.  Thurn had been mentioning creatures that he hadn’t known about for weeks.  

“Ai.” Dorian’s least favorite word.  “Big. Mean.” Durn wasn’t overly descriptive about it.  As per usual. Why did he even bother asking him? It was just going to be some other thing that bore no further thinking.  “This stone is black iron. Won’t break.” He tapped the walls. “No one knows how it was done.”

The real reason Dorian was here.  He, unlike the rest of the College of Whispers, thought that the secret to its creation lied in alchemy, and not magic.  His opinion wasn’t very popular, and if it wasn’t for Alexandra they wouldn’t be here. “Have you heard of any golems or native eidolons made from this?” He asked.  

Like Clock Work - Maid by the Minute - Comic

Art by Ibenz

Poll on the side for a week or so (original polling got messed up as google removed the feature)

2018 Contest - Dungeon's

Hmm pondered it for a bit but eventually decided on the topic for the 2018 contest

Dungeon's

The land where adventurers rise and fall.

Your job if you choose to accept it is to create a Dungeon or something related to a Dungeon.

Be it the designing a special dungeon, the POV of the boss/owner of a dungeon, an adventurers quest inside a dungeon, the merchant seller of the boobie traps for dungeon or countless others possibilities.

So surprise me with your silly, vain, slime filled Dungeon's.

Do note that it does not have to be set in the Overlord bob universe.

Fanfic's of series/base universes and original concepts are allowed.

Entries can be art or written stories/designs.

(if it's some other format ask me first but generally it'll be fine)

Here's a silly comic 

Prizes
1st - 200
2nd - 100
3rd/4th -50

Payout via Paypal or Venmo, if you have a issues with this you can bring it up to me beforehand as I will accept other methods but some verification will be required.

Multiple Entries are allowed per user, but max one prize per a person.

Judging will be done by me.

Standard no copying/plagiarizing/other copyright issues.


Contest end day is 9/1/2018.
(some flexibility is afforded but generally earlier is better then later)

Dungeon and Pussies

Art by Skello

Milfs Day 2018

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Extra Hero - GeoMancer - Happy Chinese New Year

Art by Kibitko

Also Happy Year of the Doge

Adult parts on the adult blog

Sister Sins Stories - A Rival Appears

Art by Lemonfont
she'll appear in one of the comics... eventually...

New Year New You

Art by Pitaun