Gotta Tip 'em all!

#3 SPICY GIRLS : FAIR PLAY

Welcome to the Weekly Spicy Cover Featuring the Quacking Mallard Zoticus!

#5 POOL PARTY !! 

The Weekly Spicy Cover!

#4 CP-7 : The World Crime Organisation.

#4 CP-7

Welcom to your Weekly Spicy Cover Feature Evlyne, Mistress Of Mischief.

#6 The Spicy Girls : Elvyne, Mistress Of Mischief

Welcom to your Weekly Spicy Cover Feature The Deadly Ivy.

#7 The Spicy Girls : Ivy 

#8 RED HOT RESCUERS : TENTACLE INVASION

#9 THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS  

#10 THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS 

#11 THE PUSSYCATS DOLLS

#12 THE CRIMSON REIGN

In half-light"s clutch, a sylvan queen,  
Her crown and heart, betwixt, between.  
One half in starlight bathed and pure,  
The other, night"s own dark allure.

A visage split by silent fray,  
Where dawn and dusk hold equal sway.  
Her eyes, a duel of sun and shade,  
Within their depths, light parades.

Her stand, a stalk of twilight"s make,  
Reflects a soul "neath star and flake.  
A struggle wrapped in silence deep,  
Where whispers of the cosmos seep.

Half-cloaked in mystery"s dark veil,  
Her story"s writ in starry braille.  
A dance of contrast, bold, yet sleek,  
Her fractured grace, of which stars speak.

#1 Eclipsed Reverie

"She"s the enigma "neath the ink-black sky.  
Her beauty, not marred by death"s firm grip,  
In her presence, time seems to slip."

#2 Noir Natura

Merry Christmas 2023 to all my friends, and supporters! 
Celebrations of 2 years of NFTs ART :D 

Merry Christmas Goats!

BOAT 2024

A humble gift to show appreciation to this Amazing community! :D

Azuki Apes - FanArt

In shadowed realms where whispers dwell,  
A figure cloaked in night"s own spell.  
Horns arc high, a crown of old,  
Eyes aglow, stories untold.

Silken curls like midnight"s tide,  
Conceal the secrets that reside.  
In the heart of thorns and wild desires,  
Burns an untamed, eternal fire.

Around her form, the tendrils coil,  
A dance of power, none dare foil.  
Majesty cloaked in darkest guise,  
She reigns beneath the moonlit skies.

A paradox of fear and grace,  
A temptress with an angel"s face.  
Beware the beauty of the beast,  
For in her gaze, your soul may feast.

Let the world in silence bow,  
To the queen with the iron brow.  
For in her presence, all pretense parts,  
The mistress of the shadowed arts.

SPECIAL - "Whispers of the Abyss"

"...The Curse hums its melody, weaving thread by thread.  
A silent symphony of chaos, beautifully confined,  
In every stroke and spiral, a riddle is entwined.

A paradox in motion, both prison and escape,  
Each hue a note suspended, a form without a shape..."

#3 The Curse

Aria stands enshrouded in the heart of a maelstrom, her lithe form a stark contrast against the unruly spirit she summonsthe essence of Despair itself. It"s a ballet of intensity and exposure, her every sinew straining to restrain the chaotic force that writhes before her. The palette of the scene is a war of hues: icy blues wrestling with the incandescent oranges, mirroring the conflict of frigid dread against the blaze of dauntless bravery within her. With eyes sealed shut, not as a white flag to her adversary, but as a testament to her unwavering focus, Aria becomes one with the turmoil, guiding it, shaping it with the sheer force of her indomitable will.