Emilie Easie

I don't "talk about liking rape," I'm not sure what he meant by that. I definitely draw a lot of non-consent / dubious consent type fantasies, but any talking I'm doing is in a CNC (consensual non-consent, for the uninitiated) setting, although I don't really talk about RL stuff online, so I really don't know what he meant by this. It was also just such an abrasive, rough way to say... whatever it is he is trying to say. Also LOL @ "why are you trying to leave", you really had to ask?     

I made this series when I was working on a (purposeful) major shift in my art style, and so I struggled with it a lot, and I have some pretty mixed feelings about it now. Let me know, as always, if you think I should revisit this one.  See also: Rebecca | Ashley . Chief Irons couldn't help himself when it came to new and interesting game, and since the zombie outbreak has irreparably ruined his once beautiful city, spitefully gunning down survivors is his new favorite pastime... especially beautiful young women. But Claire is too clever to be hunted for sport. Between his diaries that he just left out in the open and his insane ramblings at her capture, she pieced together what he wanted and came up with an interesting strategy to foil him: willingly remaining in his clutches. As long as she won't run, he can't chase or hunt her, and some of the toys he has are pretty rad.

I made this series when I was working on a (purposeful) major shift in my art style, and so I struggled with it a lot, and I have some pretty mixed feelings about it now. Let me know, as always, if you think I should revisit this one. See also: Rebecca | Claire .

I made this series when I was working on a (purposeful) major shift in my art style, and so I struggled with it a lot, and I have some pretty mixed feelings about it now. Let me know, as always, if you think I should revisit this one. Who do you imagine kidnapped her? If you've been following me, you already know who I think did it! Pssst... it's.... Albert Wesker! I also did Ashley and Claire . Day 1: Subject alternated between ill-conceived attempts to appeal to my "better nature" and even sadder attempts at defiant escapes. My arms are covered in scratches from undressing and inspecting her. I can rely on a strong drug cocktail for now, but for long-term storage, brainwashing is the way to go. I might miss that fieriness, though. [ . . . ] Day 223: Rebe- Subject has settled into her new life. Reprogramming has been a moderate success so far; she has accepted the bleak reality that freedom is unlikely and I can leave her near the telephone without ...

This interaction originally happened February 6, 2024. Not a terrible DM, but his technique for picking up chicks is pretty bad. I guess he was ashamed of that since he has since deleted his account (or got banned!)

I put in my profile that I'm not looking for romance or role playing, so when guys admit that they knew that already, but messaged me anyway, I get really annoyed. I don't really look it in this screen shot because it was among the first waves of annoying DMs I got, before I had time to get exhausted with it, but I never liked it even when I was still polite. It's like they think I'm too stupid to know what my own desires are. Wherever you are now, Remarkable_Move_4648, I hope you're having a terrible day.    

A long time ago I made this set featuring Ashley: Ashley vs Twisty Son-of-a-Bitch . I thought it would be a good idea to redraw it featuring Leon. What can I say? A hole is a hole. Plaga are equal opportunity perverts! Leon fought the parasitic infection hard. If this is what they're doing to him, he can't even imagine what they're doing to Ashley. It's not just his job to protect her anymore--she's his friend, and he has to rescue her to prove to himself that it's possible, that not every outbreak has to end like Raccoon City. Nonetheless, his struggling pauses when the slimy tentacle wraps around his shaft. Why? Why did he stop? Was it shock? Or did it feel kind of good?  Doesn't matter. That brief hesitation was all the monster needed. It drew back the tapered end, like a fleshy pulsating finger, and then dived straight down into his quickly hardening cock. It felt wrong, like getting water in your ear, but it also felt good. The monster...