....Why is this censored? /pco/ allows NSFW stuff.

woops wrong pic

Also have unfinished sketch

noice

FAPPAN AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

There should be fanfiction of this but with so few of the episodes subtitled, I don't really know much about the character's personalities.

>>24278
Yugo: The Eliotrope (...No fucking clue. Not an in-game breed.). Fast, a good jumper, but doesn't seem able to take much of a beating. Uses portals fairly creatively, and doesn't need to place the portals on any surface. Extremely friendly, as emotional as you'd expect a young boy to be, and a fantastic cook.

Sadlygrove: The Iop (Berserker). The guardian of a Shushu, a demon confined to an object (in his case, his sword). He's very good with his sword, but it often makes fun of him, especially when he uses terrible pickup lines to try and get women to notice him. Gets frustrated easily, and on at least one occasion of extreme duress he has given himself over to the influence of the demon he's supposed to be guarding (pretty much makes him Hulk Out).

Ruel: The Enutrof (Thief/Treasure Hunter). Completely obsessed with money, to the point where he will threaten small animals for a single coin. For a few more, he'd probably be willing to do anything except betray his closest friends. Isn't very familiar with Amalia or Evangelyne yet.

Amalia: The Sadida (Plant mage, also uses puppets). Very open with her opinion, slightly too willing to tell people who she is. Doesn't wanted to be treated like a princess, and would rather just have everyone treat her like a good friend. Apparently has an empathic bond with plants.

Evangelyne: The Cra (Archer). Excellent with her bow. She has some insecurity about dressing nicely because she's a warrior, so is uncomfortable in non-battle clothes and considers herself unattractive in them. The Guardian of Princess Amalia.

Az: The Tofu. Cute, squawky, and indignant when put in minor peril, ignored, or blown off as inconsequential.


That's all I can think of; if you need anything else, see if you can talk OP into continuing.

>>24286
>Eliotrope (...No fucking clue. Not an in-game breed.).
Like most name in the wakfu universe, it's a pun based on mirroring: Eliatrop <-> Portaile, pronounced like "portail", french word for portal. Thus the Eliatropes are the portal-using people. I suspect they'll become a playable class in-game once the serie's progressed far enough.

Drawings here are fukken win

>>24300
Well, yeah, but I didn't want to just say '(Portal-User)', because that sounded stupid in my head.

>>24406
Portal mage? Or maybe "standard kid identification character" (or "delicious shota", depending on where your loyalties lie)

>>24300
Im surprised that im still waiting on a cake joke

>>24420
Nobody's done anything with cake yet in Wakfu.

Also:
Evangelyne: 17
Sadlygrove: 16
Amalia: 14
Yugo: 10
Ruel: Unknown. And really, do we WANT to know?

>>24441
14?
FOUR-TEEN?

>>24442
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEpNx9fY120
1:28
I don't see why you're so surprised; any older, and Evangelyne wouldn't have suspected her of being petty enough to make up a prophetic dream in order to miss her brother's anniversary.

>>24442
If she's only fourteen then she still has room to growww... <3

The question isn't 'what happens next', but 'where can we take this, preferably in a sexy way'?

Is this the end of Wakfu PROMOTIONS?

>>24286
yeah im picky, but sadlygrove isnt a berserker, He's a "go-getting warrior"

berserkers use tattoos to fight.

http://www.wakfu.com/en/introduction-mmorpg

and scroll down

>>24692
Yeah, Sacrier.
'It hurts sooo goooooood!!!'

>>24692
Grovy strikes me as a variant on the dumb loyal good paladin, possibly because of his crusader-like outfit.

>>24690
I dare say there's more on the way, give it a few days...

>>24856
And you'd be right

Finished coloured pic

>>24860
AWESOME

>>24860
Pretty fucking awesome

>>24887
>>24904
Agreed, except for awkwardly placed vagina and funky-shaped thumb.

HA HA HOLY SHIT.

Ruel has the same surname as me.

That is all.

btw is wakfu open beta or anything yet i swear ive been w8in for it 4 like 2 years

Looks like /co/ has a request for anybody available.

I take it you are all familiar with Kabrock and his lovely (if a bit loud) wife? Well, they'd like a picture of them fucking, with her doing her trademark scream of 'KABROOOOOOK!' as she climaxes. It's been brought up multiple times, yet nobody has done it yet, so I figured I'd just leave it here because /pco/ seems a bit better at actually getting things done than /co/.

>>27634
Wakfu is in fact in open beta.
First off, make sure you have an account with Ankama, which you can get by registering at
http://www.wakfu.com/en/
This account will be your login for all things Ankama-related, so please don't lose it.
Next, go here:
http://www.wakfu.com/fr/telecharger
And if you are using Windows, click the large teal button that says 'Telecharger Wakfu'. If you are using Mac OS, click the first 'cliquez ici' link under the button, then click the button; for Linux, click the second 'cliquez ici' link, and then the button. This will download the installer, and installation itself needs no walkthrough. Once the game is installed, open it up and log in. It may already be set to use the partial English translation available; if not, quit the game and go to C:\Program Files\Wakfu
and open up userPreferences in notepad or some other word processor. Change the line that reads 'language=fr' to 'language=en'; if there is no such line, just add a new line reading 'language=en'.

DEM HIPS AND THIGHTS

>>27651
>THIGHTS
...Tight Thighs? I like it! Makes me think of a tight butt.

>>31160

\o/

>>31160
Wow, good porn?

>>31182
It's more likely than you'd think.

>>31182

Hey now, OP was pretty good too. Just not on this level.

Needs more KAABROOOOOOOOOOK!!

>>31632
Yes. Yes.

You know what this needs? More porn.

http://dofus-hentai.blogspot.com/

This thread was on the last page. reviving with link to more porn.

>>35801
KABROK!
>>24286
>Sadlygrove: The Iop (Berserker)
Really? I got a more paladin vibe from Iops

>>35801
...where's the hips?

>>35900
They are there but the thighs are too thin.

For a friend:
BEGIN PART 2
Boring. This whole mission was one big, boring disappointment to Amalia. Ever since Ruel had signed her and the others on as caravan bodyguards, she had spent the past two days and nights inside a covered wagon, counting the hours as they went by while she waited for the signal that they were being ambushed by the Srams. Amalia had given up any thought of being in a battle and resigned herself to making clothes and accessories for her doll using some spare material in the wagon. After she finished what must have been the tenth outfit for her childhood companion, she finally stopped and took notice of Yugo and Az’s antics. “Well, at least it’s not a complete loss…” Amalia thought to herself.

The princess had taken a shine to the young boy after their first meeting in the Forbidden Forest, and after their most recent adventure in which Yugo had saved Amalia’s life finding the Ceverom Sap, she began to have strong feelings of affection for him; a fact that had not escaped her friend Evangelyne’s notice. Evangelyne had strongly opposed Amalia’s feelings, saying that they were unworthy of a princess of Sadida. But Evangelyne wasn’t here now, and now Amalia had a chance to get closer to her newest companion. The journey through the forest was going to be a long one: getting to the checkpoint alone would take about a week with the caravan’s pace. Amalia had plenty of time, but she decided that it would be better to start her advances sooner rather than later…

“Yugo, will you come over here for a minute?” Amalia called. Yugo stopped his game of hide-and-seek with Az and gave a friendly smirk in reply, “Sure thing Amalia, watcha need?” Amalia devised a plan quickly, “I…I was wondering if you’d help me with something…” Yugo and Az tipped their heads simultaneously in curiosity, “Help with what?” Amalia picked up her doll and showed it to Yugo as an example, “I was going to make Evangelyne a dress, as a surprise for when we meet her again at the checkpoint. I noticed she liked the one back at the Tower of the Four Princesses, so I’ve been practicing my sewing. However…” Amalia took the clothes off of her doll, which in a show of humor pretended to cover itself in embarrassment, and showed them to Yugo, “My doll is too small to use as model, so I was wondering if you’d let me use you to make a full-sized one.” Yugo was surprised and slightly taken back by Amalia’s request, the thought of being dressed in girl’s clothes didn’t sound very fun to the juvenile’s mind. “Err, I’d like to help Amalia, but I don’t think-“ Amalia panicked and tried to reassure the boy, “Please Yugo? I don’t have anyone else that I can ask, and I can always count on you! I promise nobody will know about it, it’ll be just between you and me!” Yugo rubbed the top of his head in uncertainty, “Gee Amalia, I don’t know…”

Amalia placed both of her hands on Yugo’s shoulders and gave him the same pitiful look that got her extra desserts back at the palace, “Pretty please? I know Evangelyne would be happy, and you’d make me happy too if you help me. Just this once?” Giving in to the princess’s pleading, Yugo sighed and smiled warmly at her, “Fine, I’ll help; but not ONE word about this to the others! Deal?” Amalia’s face lit up with excitement, as she squealed with glee and replied, “Deal!” She tackled Yugo and gave him the biggest hug he ever received, which eventually led to the two of them tickling each other into tears of laughter. Yugo wiped his eyes, his ribs still aching from the fun, “Okay then Amalia, I’ll help. But what should we do about Az?” Amalia came up with a quick response, “Az can play with my doll if he wants, or he could go keep Ruel company. SOMEBODY should be keeping an eye on that old goat while he’s in that money coach by himself.”

Yugo laughed in agreement, “Yeah, I’ll bet he’s lonely up there with nothing but Kamas to talk to. Az, go over and cheer him up will ya?” Az chirped in his usual friendly way and fluttered outside to join Ruel in the wagon ahead of them. “Perfect” Amalia thought to herself, “Now we’re completely alone.” Yugo returned his gaze from where Az had gone back to Amalia, “Okay princess, so what do you need me to do?” The child of Sadida hid her mischievous grin from the boy’s face, “I’m going to look for some measuring tape and some material that I can use. You cover all the openings so nobody can see what we’re doing and strip down.” The last two words struck Yugo like a thunderbolt. He asked Amalia nervously while she had already preoccupied herself with digging through the various piles of cloth and tools, “S-strip down?” Amalia continued to hide her face from him and pretended like nothing was wrong with her request, as she replied matter-of-factly, “Yes Yugo, you need to strip down to your undergarments so I can take precise measurements. Otherwise the dress won’t fit.” Yugo gulped nervously, wondering what it was he had gotten himself into. “Al-alright then…” he answered nervously, as he closed the flaps in the back of the wagon and proceeded to take off his shirt, looking around nervously to make sure no one else was watching…

Meanwhile, Az had made it over to the money wagon and found Ruel asleep inside, taking a nap amongst a large pile of glittering gold coins. Az rolled his eyes and swooped over to the Enutrof’s ear, squawking in protest as he tried to get the old man to wake up and stop his snoring. Ruel yawned and groaned in protest, annoyed that someone had awoken him while he enjoyed his new bed. “Oh, hello there Az. What’re you doing in here, did Yugo send you?” Az chirped a series of undecipherable squeaks in response. “Oh, so he sent you here to keep me company did he? Well thank you for the offer, but I have all the company I need right here” stated the miser, as he patted the pile of gold beneath him. Az squawked in protest, determined to keep his eye on Ruel and find some way to keep him busy while Yugo and Amalia were doing their secret task. Ruel scratched his bald head in defeat, “Hmm… Well, there’s not much to do in here. Oh, I know! Say Az, how’d you like to help me count all these Kamas? You’re a smart little Tofu, so I’ll bet you know how to count, don’t you?” Az cheeped happily in response, eager to play Ruel’s counting game.

“Okay then, I’ll start on this side of the wagon and you start over there. We’ll put all the Kamas we’ve counted in a pile in the middle, and then add both our sums when we’re finished. Sound like fun?” Ruel extended a finger to the little avian, to which Az took it one of its feet and the two shook in agreement. Ruel grinned in amusement and announced, “Okay then, let’s get started! One kama, two kamas, three kamas, four kamas…”
As the caravan moved slowly through the forest and the four companions engaged in their own activities to pass the time, many eyes were watching them from both sides of the woods. They had been tracking the caravan’s progress and were waiting for the right moment to strike…

END PART 2

good work so far. Just wish Helpful himself would post them here as he makes them.

Moral of this picture: Never go third base with Sacriers.

>>36261
Better yet, never let Chink draw Wakfu characters ever again.

>>36263
I thought Chink got conscripted.

Who is Chink? Other than the person who made that picture?

>>36291
He got better.

>>36146
OH GOD THE ENDLESS PARAGRAPHS MY EYES SAVE ME

Why do so many people not seem to understand how to use the enter key?

>>36145>>36146>>36147

Good development so far, though i'm not sure about Amalia taking the offensive and trying to trick Yugo into a situration.

I got Part 3,4, and 5. Delivering 3 right now:

BEGIN PART 3
“You there, watch your position!” Sylus hissed. One of his men, a fellow Sram, had accidentally exposed a part of his foot into the sunlight that filled the open section of canopy overlooking the road. The Sram quickly retrieved his limb back into the shadows and out of sight, avoiding his Strike Leader’s glare. Sylus tried to calm himself; he and his Strike Party had been tracking their current quarry for months, ever since it showed up at the village in the center of the forest. He was becoming impatient: an emotion that no Strike Leader should have, as it often resulted in hasty decisions and loss of morale, opportunity, and men.

Sylus double-checked the team on the other side of the canopy, making sure they were all staying out of sight and ready to pounce when he gave the command. The caravan had been moving at a slow and steady pace for two days now, and their guards were quite diligent in keeping watch. They hadn’t spotted Sylus’ Srams, however: the clever tactician had adapted the use of green and brown camouflage paint in order to blend his men into the shadows and branches of the surrounding tree-line; their normal colors of black, blue and white more suited for the rooftops and ruins of large cities.

According to his spies, Sylus learned that the caravan had employed a group of adventurers as bodyguards: consisting of an old Enutrof, a young Iop, a deadly Cra, a small boy and a Sadida princess. The Iop and the Cra were sent ahead to the checkpoint that lay several miles away, between the village and the edge of the forest. The Iop and Cra would be the most troublesome to deal with, so he sent his trusted ally Cathra; a Sacrier who had helped him and his clan escape the city and find a new life in the forest. Cathra was as dependable as she was beautiful. Time and again she had saved Sylus or one of his men from one of the forest’s many monstrosities, and she always smiled whenever they thanked her and tried to repay her. As was customary in a Sram clan; anyone who did their fair share of work by protecting the clan or acquiring treasure for them was treated as family and promised a fair share in any spoils the clan won.

Cathra, however, seemed content with their thanks and a warm meal by the fireplace, especially when she could sit next to Sylus. The Strike Leader himself couldn’t understand WHY the Sacrier enjoyed his company; perhaps she simply sought a friendship with the Sram. Regardless, Sylus had no time for companionship; his duty as the Strike Leader and the Clan Leader’s son meant that he had too many responsibilities to his clan to waste time on relationships. For now, he had to focus all his attention on protecting his clan after they migrated from the city to their new woodland home, and increasing the clan treasury so that they could purchase weapons and magicks to help hide their base.

The caravan was a prize too large to pass up. Robbing these merchants alone would provide enough loot for his clan to survive the entire winter, allowing him to rob other targets solely for funding future plans. At the rate it was going, he would have another 4 days until the checkpoint was reached, giving him plenty of time to find the perfect opportunity to strike. If he was successful, then he would have no need to send Cathra into battle and endanger her life in order to secure the checkpoint as an opportunity to ambush them. The Enutrof was the only one he needed to worry about, as their race was renowned for being as crafty and devious as the Srams. Sylus was confident that he could find a way through any plan or obstacle that the old treasure-hunter might throw at him; all he needed to do now was be patient and wait for the perfect opportunity to attack…

END PART 3

BEGIN PART 4
Sadlygrove galloped through the forest, a goofy smile spread across his face as he enthusiastically followed Evangelyne while she scouted ahead. Rubilax had long since tried taking a nap, annoyed at being drowned in quicksand earlier and trying to ignore the bouncing against the Iop’s side. Evangelyne was hard at work, using all her senses to check the area ahead of them. The nimble Cra leapt from branch to branch, stone to stone; like a lioness stalking its prey. She left no sound or corner unchecked, and her tenacity only enamored her Iop admirer even more. Suddenly Evangelyne heard the sound of a large group of creatures moving through the grass up ahead. She crouched down and cautiously continued ahead to investigate, Sadlygrove mimicking her every move as he followed. Evangelyne hid behind a tree and scanned around the corner, spotting a swarm of Scaraleafs grazing in the distance.

Sadlygrove’s surprise outburst behind her almost scared the Cra to death, “Hey Evangelyne, what did you find? Is it a monst-” Evangelyne quickly muffled the Iop by placing a gloved hand over his mouth, nervously checking the Scaraleafs to see if they had noticed their presence. A few of the creatures had paused during their lunch to check the source of the sound, but dismissed it several moments later and returned to grazing. Evangelyne sighed in relief and whispered to Sadlygrove, “They’re not monsters; they’re Scaraleafs. They’re harmless as long as you don’t scare them.” Sadlygrove nodded to show he understood, and Evangelyne removed her hand from his lips. “So, what do we do now?” Evangelyne took a more comfortable position as she slowly sat down against the tree, “Now, we wait until they finish eating and continue after they move on.” Sadlygrove, disappointed that he wouldn’t get to fight, gave up and pouted as he sat down in the grass beside Evangelyne.

A long silent moment went by as the two warriors waited, the only audible sounds being the Scaraleafs’ grazing and Rubilax’s soft mumbling as he slept. Sadlygrove became nervous and tried to start a conversation, “So uh, Evangelyne. Why did you call me Grovy back there?” The question took Evangelyne by surprise; at the time she hadn’t really thought of the reason why she referred to the Iop by his nickname. “Well…I suppose because we’ve spent so much time together, and Yugo calls you Grovy all the time, it just felt natural. Do you not like the name?” Sadlygrove answered in a friendly tone, “Not at all. I mean, at first I didn’t like it, but I suppose I can grow to get used to it. I don’t mind being given a nickname by people I consider my friends.” Evangelyne’s face flushed a little at what Sadlygrove had implied about friendship, “Well, that’s good. It really fits you…” Sadlygrove blushed in response and rubbed the back of his head, “Would…would it be okay if I called you Eva?” Evangelyne didn’t know how to respond; she DID consider Sadlygrove to be a good friend, but she didn’t know if she was ready to move on to the point that they could refer to each other by nicknames. Still, she didn’t want to hurt the Iop’s feelings, and considered that it was only fair, “S-sure Grovy, if you really want to…” Sadlygrove’s face lit up like a child at Christmas, “Haha, thanks Eva!”

Evangelyne couldn’t help but smile at her companion’s childishness, “You silly Iop…” She checked around to see what the Scaraleafs were up to, and was pleased to find that they had finally finished eating and were now scuttling off into the bushes. A low rumble overhead then caught the Cra’s attention; she looked up and noticed that the sky was beginning to grey. “We better get going and find some shelter for the night. It looks like it’s going to start raining soon.” Sadlygrove sprang back to his feet and helped Evangelyne up, ready to follow her lead once again, “Lead the way, Eva!” Evangelyne smiled again at Grovy’s enthusiasm as she took point again and started looking for a place that they could hid from the coming storm…

END PART 4

BEGIN PART 5
Yugo couldn’t believe the situation he had gotten himself into. He wanted to help Amalia and make her happy, but he didn’t know doing so would be so…embarrassing. The princess had convinced the young boy into helping her make a dress for Evangelyne, and was now busy at work measuring, trimming, and sewing each piece into place while Yugo stood nervously on top of a stool: stripped down to his underwear. A storm had started to accumulate outside, as Yugo heard small drips of rain occasionally tap against the outside of the supply wagon. “Hey Amalia, do you think you could-YOW!” Amalia took her hand back and apologized to Yugo for pricking him, “Sorry Yugo, but you’ve gotta stay still while I do this. I’m still learning. What were you going to say?”

Yugo ignored the dull pain in his hip, “I was wondering if you could loosen the dress a little? It’s really tight and is digging into my skin…” Amalia put down her instruments and felt underneath the fabric, looking for the loop of cloth that was being used to keep the dress up. Unfortunately her hand was a little too close and it found its way inside Yugo’s undergarment, her fingers touching the soft flesh of his cheeks instead of the makeshift belt. Both of their faces turned scarlet red as Amalia quickly jerked her hand back out in panic, “Oh! Sorry Yugo, I didn’t mean to…” Yugo stuttered nervously as he stretched the band in front of him and looked for the knot himself, “It-it’s okay, it was an accident. I’ll loosen it up myself…” Amalia tried her best to not let curiosity get the best of her, avoiding her gaze from Yugo as he went fishing for the string; leaving his front partially exposed.

Yugo found the string, adjusted it, and finally returned to his original position once he was satisfied and comfortable. “Okay Amalia, that should be good enough. Now I won’t have to worry about marks on my waist.” Amalia took up her instruments again and looked up into Yugo’s eyes, “Okay, now this is very important: for the next few minutes you’ll have to stay PERFECTLY still. I’m about done with the dress, but this last part requires absolute concentration and cooperation. Are you ready?” Yugo replied nervously, “Yeah, I guess so…” Amalia smiled at Yugo and restarted where she left off, carefully sewing together the final pieces of the dress. Piece by piece, the dress slowly began to take shape and form: a vibrant display of pure white and various colors reminiscent of a beautiful arrangement of lilies and other flowers.

Amalia worked her way around Yugo’s waist until the job was complete, her masterpiece finally completed as she rested her legs and kneeled on the wooden floor. “Well, what do you think Yugo? Doesn’t it look pretty?” Yugo looked down at himself, unable to comprehend how he could call something he was wearing ‘pretty’ without embarrassing himself, “I guess it looks okay, but there’s something not quite right. It feels like something is out of place in the back part.” Amalia’s hand shot forward faster than Yugo could react, and he found himself in the same compromising position as before: with Amalia’s hand groping his small sensitive cheeks. He protested, “Aah! Hey!” Amalia tried to suppress the grin that she had been holding back as she replied “What? It was an accident, I swear!” Yugo glared at Amalia disbelievingly, “Was not, you did it on purpose!”

Amalia decided to tell the truth finally and conceded to the boy’s accusation, “Okay, you caught me. But can you really blame me? You have a cute butt for a 12 year old.” Yugo’s face glowed red with embarrassment as he shot back, “Yeah, well so do you! I mean…” Amalia stared at Yugo in disbelief, completely surprised at what the young magician had just said. Had Yugo been secretly checking her out as well? He WAS almost a teenager, but to already be thinking about girls that way…it made Amalia blush. The princess inspected her backside out of curiosity, “Do…do you really mean that, Yugo?” Yugo was cornered; he didn’t know why he blurted it out, but it was out now, he had to try and cover it up before Amalia pressed any more questions on him. “No! I mean…not really. Um…aaagh! That’s it, I’m not helping you anymore!” Yugo quickly slipped off the now-finished dress and began to put his trousers back on, hiding his embarrassment from Amalia’s eyes. Before he could fasten the pants, one of Amalia’s hands had taken his in a warm, loving grasp. “Do…do you think I’m pretty, Yugo?” Yugo’s heart felt like it had been stabbed. He looked behind him to see the young girl sheepishly staring back, her eyes full of desperation and hope. He wanted to say no, but Yugo knew it would only be a lie, and he couldn’t lie to that face.

The boy retrieved the dress from the floor and presented it to Amalia. The young girl still held his hand as she stood up from the floor, a puzzled and curious look on her face. Yugo began to tie the dress around Amalia’s waist; it lay haphazardly upon her hips. “Um, Yugo?...” Yugo saw his chance for revenge and probed his hands behind the dress and up Amalia’s backside. He played it smart though and tied the loops together first, before gripping both of Amalia’s cheeks completely to her surprise. Amalia let out a soft “Aah!” when he squeezed them, and Yugo quickly took both hands behind his back; a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he gave her a look that said, “Gotcha. Now we’re even!” Amalia’s cheeks were rose red as she looked down at the dress. She twirled around once for Yugo, showing all her angles to him as the dress flowed gently with her movements, “So…do I?” Yugo’s grin changed into a warm smile as he simply gazed up at Amalia and replied softly, “Yeah Amalia, you look really pretty…” Warmth flowed over Amalia’s entire body at the boy’s words, she felt happier than she had ever been in her entire life. Not even her own older brother had once called her “pretty”, and now here was this young boy saying exactly that, like it was completely and naturally true.

She bent down and embraced Yugo, the young boy that she had now considered even closer to her than her own family. Tears of happiness formed in the corners of her long, dark lashes as she gasped her affections toward him. “Thank you Yugo. Thank you so much for that, and for helping me with all this. I…I really appreciate it…” Yugo squeezed Amalia in return inside their warm embrace, “No problem, princess…” Amalia and Yugo remained joined together in their embrace, as the rain outside spattered against the wagon’s canopy and seemed to applaud the union…
END PART 5

This is fresh; straight from last night.

>>36575
>>36575
>>36575
>>36575

MOAR, Yugo and Amalia are hot together.

>>36598
Tofus are such delightful little animals, aren't they?

>>36658
TOFU TOFU!

>>36575

Requesting moar, please.

>>36673
Helpful only posts on /co/; I'm never sure when he'll post part 6. Also, 3, 4, and 5 were very fresh at the time Helpful posted it (5 was just done being proofread). A week or two, maybe?

>>36687>>36673
Sorry about that. I've got college finals to deal with, but after this Monday, I'll be completely free and able to finish the story. I MIGHT finish it before the end of the month, but don't count on it; I'm horrible when it comes to deadlines. Just know that I will have it typed out and completed soon. I've got the entire story in my head already, I just need to put it down in words.

>>36694
The only problem I have is missing out on a part. But take your time, really.

Hi Everyone,

Wakfu continuing on TV with a picture-Person, who reminds us that not only the main characters that are worth a look! This time, it's four for the price of one with this image of Miss Moche (rather pretty for ugly) they are getting a makeover after the tragic curse of god Osamodas! (Episode 4)

It is also the opportunity to open a specific category Wakfu TV, we have already seen a lot of drawing on the topic and several others are underway, it was really a choice.

With that, good end of weekend on the gallery!
http://dofus-hentai.blogspot.com/
More TV Wakfu?! FUCK YEAH.

>>36732
Loos like Ankama is trying to shut this blog down. Fuuuuuuuuuu

I just stumbled across this.

DO WANT.

>>37175
Wish i saved those two pics of his creepy reverse-gender avatar.

Even though there's some shitty art on the blog, there are some that is drop-dead amazing. And fapable.

I'll be adding a few more chapters to the story this week, due to the fact that I'm out of school now and it seems that Ankama is showing another re-run next weekend. If anybody's still interested in the story, be sure to keep your eyes peeled on /co/ this week.

>>37554
AUGH. I might miss it. Damn, somebody better save the parts and post it here.

Alright everyone, since people seem to have different schedules for being on /co/ and are worried about missing out on my new chapters for the story, I've decided to just bite the bullet and post the rest of the chapters here on /pco/ from now on as well as 4chan. Keep in mind, all of these are still rough drafts, and I will probably make minor changes to the entire thing once it's all done. Anyway, beginning PART 6...

It was warm, yet wet. The summer rain fell upon the forest like a gentle shower; creating a symphony of sounds as the water reached the leaves of the trees. The sound was a soothing melody to Cathra’s ears, and made her yawn drowsily as she stretched her tanned body across the tree branch. Her skin tingled and glowed with joy at the bath it was receiving, happy to finally have the last two days’ worth of sweat and dirt washed away. The voluptuous Sacrier glanced over at the giant leaf on which she had chosen to keep her things; making sure that her weapons, armor and clothes would be safe and dry after the raining had stopped and her bath was finished. After she was satisfied that they were completely covered from the elements, Cathra resumed her daydreaming as she lie naked in the rain; dreaming of her beloved Sylus.

>>37703
It was almost three days earlier that Sylus had been informed of a massive trade caravan making its way through the forest. The gold and supplies was a most tempting prize for the Sram, despite the news of a team of bodyguards that had been hired to protect it. Cathra had no ill feelings towards the merchants, but she was more than happy to have the chance to make Sylus happy. She was overjoyed when the young prince had asked for her help in the scheme and was eager to take on any challenge he gave her in order to prove her love for him. Sylus had decided to split the Strike Team into two groups: the one which he led would watch and follow the caravan until they saw an opportunity to ambush and rob it, while Cathra’s group was charged with following the caravan’s scouting party and preparing a trap for the merchants at the nearby checkpoint - should Sylus’ team fail. Sylus was a clever tactician and was well-known in his clan for his brilliant mind; one of his many traits that Cathra was attracted to.

>>37704
The girl sighed dreamily at the thought of herself and the prince being together. She had tried several times in the past to make her feelings for him apparent, but the bone-headed Sram was always too preoccupied with his planning and his responsibilities to his clan. That, and Sylus had always viewed Cathra as a trusted friend and ally; more of an asset than a romantic partner. It was true that Cathra was a skilled and reliable warrior, but she was also a young woman. She ached for Sylus to acknowledge her feelings for him, and the very thought of that moment made her blush and quiver with excitement.

>>37705
But for now, Cathra would do as Sylus asked of her. She would follow the Iop and Cra to the checkpoint and watch their movements until she saw the opportunity to neutralize them. For now it seemed that they had started looking for a place to take shelter from the rain, so Cathra and her team decided to rest in a nearby tree and continue their hunt in the morning once the rain stopped. The Sacrier’s nose detected the smell of meat down below; it seemed her Sram team had managed to hunt down some dinner for the night and were slowly roasting it over a fire beneath the safety of the canopy. Cathra’s mouth watered at the thought of a nice juicy cut of roasted flesh, but it would be some time before it was ready. She decided to take a short nap as she lay bare on the tree branch, her dreams returning to those of herself and Sylus. She imagined the warm rain that flowed over her body as the prince’s hands, caressing and stroking every inch of her with affection and desire. “Oh…Sylus…” she whispered softly, as her imagination began to have its way with her…

>>37706
BEGIN PART 7
Sadlygrove gasped and panted as he tried to keep up with Evangelyne. The rain had picked up considerably in the past few minutes, and although the nimble Cra was able to manage not getting herself too wet, Sadlygrove was completely drenched. “Do ho ho ho! You stupid Iop, you don’t even have the sense to stay out of the rain!” The young warrior was getting tired of Rubilax’s taunting. He knew the demon was only trying to anger him and get another chance to possess him, but the knowledge of that didn’t stop him from getting angry. “Be quiet, you oversized butter-knife! Or I swear the next time I’ll-“ Sadlygrove’s threat was cut off as he spotted Evangelyne in the distance, motioning for him to hurry. “Come quickly, I found a cave we can use!” The Iop sprinted over to his beloved and observed the cave of which she spoke. It was a rather small cavern, but with plenty of room for several people or creatures to sleep in. What was more, the inside was still dry; protected from the elements and bedded with a soft layer of moss and leaves.

>>37707
“Thanks Eva, you’re a life-saver!” the warrior said gratefully. He shook himself like a dog to get rid of as much rain as he could, the sight of which caused Evangelyne to smirk in amusement. “You silly Iop…” she whispered, as she began to search for firewood so that they could dry themselves off and keep warm for the night. Sadlygrove slipped his tunic off over his back and tried his best to wrench the water from it. “What a pitiful sight, a wannabe knight saved by a girl…” Rubilax had chimed in again, but Sadlygrove was too tired from the rain and the day’s journey to bicker with him anymore. Evangelyne returned from her search empty-handed, although the sight of a shirtless Sadlygrove changed her expression from disappointment to one of slight embarrassment. Although she knew the Iop was strong and healthy, she had no idea what he looked like beneath his loose-fitting tunic. The image of a bare-chested Sadlygrove almost made her blush; his muscular arms and slim torso gleaming with beads of sweat and rainwater.

>>37708
“Something wrong?” Sadlygrove asked. Evangelyne shook herself out of her ogling and replied casually, “Well…I couldn’t find anything we could use for a fire. The rain has made everything outside unusable, and there’s nothing in here that we could use…” Sadlygrove looked down at the cloth in his arms disappointedly – he would have to sleep tonight without the warmth of a dry tunic. Suddenly, the Iop got an idea as he eyed Rubilax mischievously, “Oh well, I suppose I’ll have to dry my clothes another way…” The demon’s eye squinted at Sadlygrove with suspicion as he growled at the warrior threateningly, “I don’t like the look in your eye, farm boy!” “Hmph!” Sadlygrove scoffed at his sword in reply as he jabbed it into the side of the cave wall. “OW! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RMFFH-!”

>>37709
Rubilax’s protest was muffled as Sadlygrove draped his wet tunic over him, turning the smart-mouthed blade into a makeshift coat hanger. “Heh, that’ll teach you…” Sadlygrove said with a grin on his face. He was finally able to enjoy some peace and quiet and made his way to the back of the cave, trying to make himself comfortable as his wet body shivered from the cold. Evangelyne couldn’t help but pity the poor Iop, the sight of him shaking made her worry that he would catch a cold. She decided to be nice to him and keep him warm as she sat lied down beside him. Sadlygrove was caught by surprise when he realized that his beloved had worked her way next to him and was laying her head against his shoulder,
“W-what are you doing there, Eva?!” The Iop’s flustered reaction and beet-red face made the young Cra giggle to herself in amusement, “I’m sharing my body heat to keep you warm, silly. Can’t have you catching a cold and getting sick, otherwise you won’t be able to keep up tomorrow.” As she said this, Evangelyne took the leather band from her hair and let the golden strands fall down around her back and shoulders; the sight of which was overwhelming to Sadlygrove. “Th-thanks, Eva…” he said softly, as he gazed dreamily down at the girl lying beside him. “No problem, just try to get some sleep Grovy…” the Cra replied, keeping her eyes closed in order to hide her affection.

>>37710Sadlygrove’s heart skipped a beat when she said his nickname; the sound of it rolling off her tongue made his stomach explode into a flurry of butterflies. He looked down at Evangelyne with loving eyes, her smooth golden hair smelled of flowers and wheat; a warm and comforting scent that reminded him of his home on the farm. The Iop whispered into her ears as he drifted off into sleep, the warm feelings slowly making his eyelids heavy, “I like your hair Eva. It smells really nice. It reminds me of home…” Evangelyne’s eyes opened wide at Sadlygrove’s comment and her face turned scarlet. She had never really bothered worrying about taking care of her body and making it attractive to anyone, that kind of thinking was more Amelia’s state of mind. Evangelyne was a warrior, a tomboy by nature, but she was still a girl and this was the first time a boy had complimented her on her body. She wanted to say something nice back to Sadlygrove, but he had already drifted to sleep; his low snore filling the cave with a soothing lullaby. “You silly Iop…” she whispered, as she lay her head back against him; snuggling closer to his body and joining him in dreamland…
END PART 7

That's all for now, but you can expect at least another chapter to be added every night from now on until I finish. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far, because after this things start to get interesting...

More pictures!

YEEEEEEEEEEES
THANK YOU HELPFUL

>>37711

Niiice

>>36732
...Kinda liked some of them cursed more than I do uncursed.

Is the next part done yet?

>>37711
BEGIN PART 8
What had started as a mild summer shower was now growing into an ominous thunderstorm, as the clouds above the caravan began to darken overhead. The low rumble of thunder could be heard; like the deep and menacing growl of a fierce beast. A bolt of lightning flashed and ignited the night sky with fire and light, bringing another thunderclap with it. The storm was getting closer to them, Amalia realized; as she huddled beneath her blankets trying to hide from the storm. Although she was safely tucked away inside the supply wagon and protected from the rain, the explosions of thunder grew louder with each “BANG!” Ever since she was a small child, Amalia had been terrified of thunderstorms. She had witnessed countless storms in her home at the Palace of Sadida, and was reminded of the lightning’s terrible power every time she saw the destruction it caused. Boulders were known to explode, giant trees were torn in half like paper, and many an errant spark had been responsible for countless acres of fields and forests burning down to ash. When she was young, Amalia could rely on her father or Evangelyne to protect her and make her feel safe. However, Amalia was far from her father and her home now, and her trusted protector was many miles away somewhere in the forest. The princess was alone now; cold and frightened as she curled up in fear in the face of her childhood phobia.

>>38192
Too afraid to fall asleep, Amalia wrapped the blanket around her body and stood. She slowly made her way to the back of the wagon and peeked outside, hoping to face the storm and conquer her fear. The sight of the raging tempest outside made quick work of her courage; the howling wind and rain made the forest outside look like a dark and menacing place – a stark contrast to the warm and sunny paradise it had been during the day. A sudden flash of lightning tore through the night sky and caused the princess to utter a soft squeak in surprise. The illumination created a series of dark and menacing shadows to appear outside as the now-flailing tree branches were silhouetted against the sky; and before Amalia retreated back inside the wagon from the roaring thunder, she could have sworn she saw several pairs of eyes watching her from the tree line. The young Sadida quivered in fear and embraced herself to try to calm her nerves. At this rate, she would never be able to get any sleep tonight. It was on dark and stormy nights like this that Amalia had always found safety sleeping next to her father or Evangelyne; but now that she was alone she had begun to panic. Amalia’s hopes faded away and she began to break down into tears, her soft sobbing awakening the doll lying on the ground. Upset over finding its mistress in such distress, the small plaything tried to comfort Amalia but to no avail. Suddenly, the doll heard the soft voice of a young boy somewhere in the wagon. It searched the various containers until it found Yugo lying in a pile of blankets nearby: mumbling in his sleep. Remembering how friendly the princess and the young boy were to each other, the doll rushed back to its mistress and excitedly began to lead her to him.

>>38193
When Amalia spotted Yugo asleep in the make-shift nest, her expression changed from fear and sadness to one of fascination and curiosity. The princess slowly edged toward the boy, trying to get a closer look at him and make out what he was saying in his sleep. Yugo remained completely unaware of his admirer as he continued to roll around in his slumber; mumbling randomly as he dreamed. The sight of the boy lying sprawled and stretched out among the blankets caused Amalia to smile warmly as she suppressed a giggle. “I wonder what he’s dreaming about…” she said to herself, as she leaned in closer to his face. The next series of mutterings that came from the young magician’s mouth caught Amalia by surprise, “mmnnnh…nnnyah…Aamlia…” It was her: Yugo was dreaming about Amalia! The princess’s heart fluttered as she held her breath and continued to listen to him, “Dnnnnn…don’t…be scared…Amalia…” Amalia whispered softly into Yugo’s ear; hoping to pry more out of the slumbering lad whatever and find out whatever it was he was dreaming, “Don’t worry about what, Yugo?” The princess jumped back in fright as Yugo rolled toward her one final time onto his stomach, mumbling his reply, “Aaahnn…I’ll…protect you…Aammlia…” Amalia couldn’t resist her feelings any longer after hearing those words. She leaned forward as quietly as possible so as not to awaken her beloved, closing her eyes as she kissed him softly on the forehead.

>>38194
Yugo slowly drifted from his dreams and back to reality; feeling a soft, warm sensation on his forehead as his vision cleared. When his eyes finally adjusted, he focused his attention to the young girl that was kneeling beside him. “Amalia…what are you doing up so late?” Amalia’s face reddened slightly as she turned her gaze away from Yugo, twiddling her fingers nervously. “I…I couldn’t sleep. The storm…and the thunder…I was scared. Could I…could I please sleep with you, Yugo?” Yugo rubbed his half-open eyes in confusion, not knowing how exactly to respond to the situation. On the one hand, Amalia was a girl, and Yugo was taught that boys and girls should sleep separately. On the other hand, Amalia was frightened and couldn’t sleep because of the storm; an old fear that Yugo remembered from his younger days with his father. Yugo smirked in defeat at Amalia’s request, signaling to her that he was okay with it – he could never say no to that face of hers. “Thanks Yugo,” Amalia whispered “we can share my blanket too.” Yugo rolled over to face away from the princess in an attempt to stay as polite as possible, considering the situation. He could feel Amalia snuggling closer behind him, and made sure to stay awake until he could hear her fall asleep. After a short moment of waiting, Yugo could finally hear the soft breathing of Amalia behind him; she was finally at ease and could sleep peacefully tonight. Just as Yugo was about to go back to his dreams, he could feel Amalia’s limbs finding their way around him. Suspicious that the girl was attempting some mischief, Yugo was surprised to find that Amalia was deep in her slumber. The way her arms were wrapped around his chest and one of her legs intertwined with his own, Yugo surmised that the princess had become accustomed to hugging things while she slept – her doll obviously being her usual bedmate. The young boy sighed in defeat and decided to let her do as she pleased. He fell asleep a few moments later; joining the princess in her dreams as the two laid in the nest of blankets embracing each other…
END PART 8

Woohoo! And I thought I lost hope on you.

What the hell is this fic doing in /pco/ if there hasn't been one ounce of sex or sexiness in it?

>>38218
There's a naked Sacrier and Yoko and Amalia did a little groping. I'm sure the next chapter will get things started.

It's a story. Stories take time to built up and gain momentum, so the conclusion actually means something.

>>38219
Then it's not really PRRRROMOTIONS at all, is it? It's just a fanfic.

>>38235
We got a warning from /coc/ and +/co/, so it was decided that it was posted here.

>>38192

shaping up nicely

>>38195
Sylus and his Strike Team had to endure the storm that had arrived over the forest. They had spent too much time hunting this quarry, and too many of his plans relied on its capture; he had to bear through it. The entire fate of the clan rested on his shoulders, and he WOULD NOT let them down. His fellow Srams followed along the trail at a steady pace, though the heavy rain and the fierce wind made it difficult to keep their footing at times. Sylus’ team, however, was exactly that: a team. When one member was struck down, others would come to extract him and cover their retreat; when one was challenged or threatened by an enemy, his comrades would be nearby to protect him and help eliminate the foe. It was no different among this harsh and unforgiving path they were taking; whenever a team member slipped, lost his footing or began to fall: another member was there on the spot to recover him and keep the team going. Each Sram was a dear friend or family member, and they were all going to succeed…or fail, together.

>>38401
Even still, Sylus had to end this hunt soon; the Strike Team could only keep up for so long, and his own weariness was starting to affect his judgment. Soon their breathing would become ragged and hunger would set in, which would compromise their stealth once the storm let up and the forest was quiet again. With an empty stomach and a weary mind, impatience was also a growing threat amongst the team. It wouldn’t be long before a team member acted rashly and against orders in order to end the chase once and for all – and Sylus could not afford to let such recklessness happen under his leadership. He prayed his scouts would report back soon and with good news, hopefully some sort of obstacle or trap could be placed on the road ahead to halt the caravan’s progress and make them vulnerable to attack.

>>38402
But just as the prince was trying to build up his hopes, he saw her: the young Sadida princess had poked her head out of the back of the main wagon. Sylus cleared his throat to prepare an order for his team to stop and disguise themselves amongst the shadows, but it was too late. Before he could give the command, a flash of lightning lit up the sky and girl looked straight at Sylus. As the girl retreated back into the wagon, the Sram could feel his heart leap up into his throat. “Shit, she’s definitely seen us! That girl is going to give us all away now!” Sylus thought to himself in a panic. A thousand different thoughts began rushing through his head all at once: Would he be able to attack the caravan and succeed now? What would happen if his team failed, and the Srams had to pull back? Would Cathra have the checkpoint secured if they needed to resort to the fallback plan? What would happen if all his plans fail and the clan didn’t have enough supplies to last until the next caravan came through?

>>38403
Sylus remembered his training and took a deep breath to calm down. Now wasn’t the time to panic or to go off on a tangent and come up with a dozen half-baked plans – now more than ever he had to focus and be the leader his team needed. The scouting report would have to wait for later, because now Sylus had to figure out a way to find out if the Sadida princess really spotted him and his team – and silence her if she tried to warn the others. The Strike Leader made a series of hand gestures to his teammates; they responded with forceful nods and a quick display of agility and precision – moving into striking positions. Sylus took one of his throwing daggers and aimed across the canopy. He picked a target on a distant tree branch and launched the blade, which stuck firmly into the wood with a soft “thock!” The team on the other side of the trail would understand that as the signal to begin preparations for an attack. Sylus knew that the others would sync their movements into exact alignment with the Srams on his side, completely surrounding the caravan as they each picked a guard to take out. Sylus could feel the tension in the air: his team would FINALLY be able to make their move, and if they were successful…they could finally go home with a homecoming feast to celebrate their hunt.

>>38404
“It’ll all be over soon…” Sylus thought to himself, as he eyed the caravan one final time. This was the moment he had been waiting for; the day he proved himself as a great Sram leader worthy of his noble rank. After this the clan would be able to finally live in safety from their enemies and his father would know peace – the kind of peace he had fought for all his life to provide his son. “I won’t fail you, Father…” he whispered to himself, as he cupped his hands over his mouth. A short series of chirps came from the Sram’s lips and echoed across the canopy.
The attack had begun…
END PART 9

GOGOGOGO
Awesome.

>>38416

It's not going....

Dem buns.

Of course, a MILF is fine too.

Even characters with a very small role deserves their own pictures.

>>38840
That's what happens when every character is blessed with birthin' hips.

Fresh off the presses!

>>39014
fuck yea, hagfish. I almost thought he died or smthing.

Did helpful abandoned everything -chan?

>>39620
All the writefags seem to be suffering a universal writers block at the moment.

what ever happened to that panda girl?

>>39668
What panda girl?

>>39688
Well, the girls have noticed that Yugo knows how to use two holes at once.


I'm sorry.

>>39620
Sorry about that, I'm still around, I've just been distracted lately. Who knew that being on summer vacation would mean LESS free time? @_@

Anyway, just to make sure you guys are clear, I'm not really writing this as something to fap to, it's more of a romantic story with adventure mixed into it. Also, I split the entire story into 3 parts (the first part which you just read), so as to let people know about how far along they are in the story. I'll get to work on part 2 as soon as possible, so expect to see it here soon.

NEVER FEAR MY /co/MRADES, I WILL NEVER ABANDON YOU!

>>39668

>>39702

>>39703

>>38405
BEGIN PART 10

The three Srams keeping watch over the cave in which Evangelyne and Sadlygrove were in laid about in an overhanging tree. They had set themselves at ease ever since the two had decided to sleep through the storm, and were now taking shifts: one keeping his watchful eyes on the cave entrance while the others rested, rotating every few hours. The one on duty was eagerly awaiting his shift to be over, as he kept track of the time by the stars above him through the rainy sky. When his turn was finally over, he awoke the next Sram in line and prepared himself for his long-awaited rest. Just as he was about to shut his eyes however, his ears picked up the faint sound of tramping feet in the distance. His eyes opened wide and he shot a worried glance to his partner, his expression asking him what he could see.
The second Sram held his hand up to the first, motioning him to be patient while he tracked the source of the footsteps. Several yards away he could see movement within the forest: something large was slowly making its way towards the cave, its position given away by the shaking trees that it shoved and broke out of its path. As the creature came closer, the frightened Sram began to get small glimpses of it through the canopy. It had a massive body, walking on its hind legs and using the front ones to support the torso or push obstacles aside…horns, and teeth…hair…angry eyes…and a fearsome growl. The monstrosity finally came to the clearing outside the cave and revealed its true form to his fearful audience.

>>40458
“It’s a Trool!” the second Sram gasped fearfully to the first, his eyes wide with terror. The first Sram quickly awoke the third and informed him of the danger. The Srams had run into Trools before in these terrible woods and knew the kind of destruction they could cause. Many a time had such a beast caught a group of Srams while they unwittingly went foraging into their territory, and their comrades usually paid a terrible price for their ignorance. The three Srams prayed that the Trool wouldn’t spot them and continued to watch. The Trool, obviously exhausted after a long hunt and relieved to finally be home, took out what appeared to be a large bone of some unknown forest animal and began to gnaw on whatever flesh remained. The three Srams gulped nervously at the sight – whatever poor creature the Trool had caught, it was apparently not enough to satisfy its appetite, as the creature tossed what remained of the femur back into the forest with a frustrated grunt. The impact of the bone shattered the trunk of a nearby tree, which came crashing down onto the forest floor and caused many birds to squawk and flutter away fearfully in the storm. Lightning split the sky and the resounding thunder was matched by a fearsome roar from the Trool, who seemed to think of the sound as the roar of a rival Trool. Satisfied that it had scared the threat off, the Trool made its way to the mouth of the cave.

>>40459
Once it was out of the storm and back inside its dry home, the Trool shook the water out of its fur. A shower of water sprayed the inside of the cave entrance and caused the shirt to finally slide off of Rubilax. Angry that he had been awoken and soaked so suddenly during his sleep, the demon blade began to glare in several directions for the source of his offence. “You stupid Iop! Don’t you shake water on ME like a stray dog! How DARE you treat…me…” Rubilax’s protest was silenced as he finally saw the Trool, his mischievous mind already celebrating this new chance to escape. “Psst, hey you. HEY!” Rubilax whispered to the beast, being careful not to draw Sadlygrove’s attention in case he was nearby. The Trool looked around in confusion and anger for the source of the intruder’s voice, until its eyes finally fell upon the strange creature stuck to the wall. “Yes stupid, over here! Say, you wanna team up? Just pull me out of this wall!” The Trool picked Rubilax out of the stone and eyed it suspiciously, holding the tiny blade between its fingers as the demon continued to talk. “Set me free, beast, and I’ll make it worth your while. Together we’ll be unstoppable! Chaos, carnage, more power than you can ever DREAM of!” The Trool couldn’t understand a word that Rubilax was saying, and bared its teeth in anger at the blade. Rubilax glared angrily back at the Trool as it proceeded to open its massive jaws over him, “Hey, wait, what are you doi-“ *CLANG!* The Trool howled in pain as Rubilax transformed at the last moment, his great sword form impervious to the Trool’s bite. Rubilax mocked the creature as their glaring eyes met each other. “HA! That’s what you get for trying to use me as a toothpick, you stupid – WHOA!” The Trool had gotten tired of Rubilax’s taunts and threw the sword as hard as it could in a rage toward the back of the cave.

>>40460
Rubilax sunk himself into the rock wall near Sadlygrove and Evangelyne, both of which were slowly waking up due to the ruckus. Sadlygrove rubbed his eyes as he said drowsily, “H-hey Rubilax. What’re you doing over here?” Rubilax gave Sadlygrove an annoyed look as he replied sarcastically, “I was lonely, so I decided I’d come over here and sleep with you.” A confused expression appeared on the Iop’s face, unsure how to take the demon’s words, “…Really?” Rubilax rolled his eyes, amazed at Sadlygrove’s gullibility as he screamed back, “NO YOU IOP-HEAD, WE HAVE COMPANY!” Evangelyne quickly looked around after Rubilax’s warning and spotted the source of the trouble. “Grovy, look! It’s a Trool!” Sadlygrove looked in the direction that Evangelyne was facing and grinned at the challenge before him. “I’ll take care of him Eva!” Sadlygrove thundered, as he struggled to pry Rubilax from his stony prison. The Trool spotted the other two intruders in his home and gave out a loud, angry roar. Evangelyne quickly grabbed her bow and took aim at the beast, firing off a flurry of arrows. “I could use some help here!” she yelled, as the arrows seemed to have no affect on the giant’s thick hide. Sadlygrove watched in panic as the Trool began to stomp towards Evangelyne. He summoned forth all his strength to free his weapon, as the Trool raised its massive fists to his beloved Cra. Evangelyne closed her eyes in preparation for the blow that was coming to her as the Trool’s arms came crashing down on her. A loud crash sounded, yet Evangelyne felt no impact. She opened her eyes to see that her Iop protector had intervened at the last moment, his teeth clenched as he held back the Trool’s fist with Rubilax. Sadlygrove grunted out to Evangelyne as his muscles groaned beneath the weight, “Eva…move!” Evangelyne snapped back to reality and rolled several feet away, just before the Trool slammed its other fist into Sadlygrove and sent him crashing into the cave wall. Evangelyne watched in horror as the Iop fell unconscious to the cavern floor amongst a pile of rubble. “GROVY!” she screamed, firing more arrows at the Trool’s back in order to draw its attention away at from her fallen comrade.

>>40461
The Trool growled angrily at being attacked from behind and returned its furious gaze back to Evangelyne, blocking the arrows with its forearms as it stomped closer to her. She was trapped – all she could do was fire her arrows faster and more desperately as the Trool edged toward her, its mouth foaming with rage. Sadlygrove’s head felt like it had been split in two. He crawled out of the rocks he had fallen into and supported his weight with Rubilax, trying to see where the Trool and Evangelyne were through his blurred vision. The image of his beloved cowering before the Trool sent a chill down Sadlygrove’s spine, he wouldn’t be fast enough to protect her this time. “EVA, GET OUT OF THERE!” he screamed, but to no avail: the Trool sent the Cra flying with a single swipe of its arm, knocking her out as she slammed into rock. The Iop’s heart sunk for a moment, but then his blood boiled with rage as he charged after the monster. He struck the Trool with all his might, tears running down his face as he howled with every swing. The Trool in return swept the warrior away like an annoying rodent, and continued to stamp after Evangelyne – determined to finish off his foe.
Sadlygrove wheezed as he tried to get back up, he had to keep fighting – he had to stop this monstrosity and save Evangelyne. “Hey boyo, listen to me. You’re not strong enough! Free me, and you’ll have the power you need to beat this brute!” Sadlygrove hesitated before he responded to Rubilax’s tempting offer, “Never, demon! I’ll not free you again!” The demon scowled at his guardian, growling in a cold voice, “Then she’ll die, boy. Do you want that?” The Iop was frozen at Rubilax’s words. He wanted to deny the demons words as lies, but in his heart he knew it was true: he wasn’t strong enough, and if he couldn’t stop this creature now…the girl he loved would die. “No…” he said to himself, using every fiber of strength he had left to pull himself back up, “No Rubilax…she’s not…going to die! I WON’T LET THAT HAPPEN!” Sadlygrove regained his ground and watched in horror at the sight before him – the Trool had picked up Evangelyne’s lifeless body and was getting ready to crush her with its bare hands.
Fire. A great burning fire erupted inside Sadlygrove. He gripped the handle of his sword as tightly as he could, letting the sensation build up and take him over. Rubilax knew the sensation well, he had dwelled on it. Anger, pure and seething hatred had come over his guardian, triggering the demon’s release as his powers and consciousness intertwined with Sadlygrove’s. Demonic energy flared and whirled all around them, which caused the Trool to pause with concern. The Iop’s vision began to blur as his anger took over, he roared one final threat to the monster before his mind was completely taken over, “TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF HEEERRR!!!”

END PART 10

My hope is restored. Thanks helpful.

>>40463

can we have more please?

No panda girl? :(

>>40660
From the hentai blog, I only found 4 panda girls. Only one of them only being able to just look at.

goddamn it helpful /co/mrade you said there would be story ;_;

>>40671

Then tell them to draw more.

>>40787
The blog died.

Had an idea for a fanfic but i'm kind of discouraged by how hard it is to proofread with my dyslexia. :/ I suffer from 'Yoda' symdrome and muddle the order up.

if its not GrovyxEva related then I'm not interested.

>>41100
:c

>>41098
Do the best you can. I'm pretty sure some good person will proofread it for you.

>>40463
BEGIN PART 11
All was quiet inside the wagon where Yugo and Amalia slept. Though rain and wind and thunder clashed with each other outside, there was nothing that could interrupt the peaceful scene. Amongst a pile of blankets and pillows, the Sadida princess lay curled next to the young hero like a cat with a ball of string. Yugo had long since resigned himself to rest in Amalia’s embrace, as he dreamed of his home back in the village with his adopted father. Fond memories of his happy childhood played in Yugo’s head, mixed with those that he had experienced with Amalia. Yugo was too young to understand it, but he too had developed strong feelings for the girl as she had with him.

At the foot of the bed lay Amalia’s doll, sitting up with its back against the cushions so as to stay alert in case of any danger to its master. But the makeshift familiar, connected to Amalia’s mind, had fallen asleep too. And in the carriage ahead of them, Az and Ruel had also retired for the evening. The old Enutrof was sprawled out amongst the glittering coins that he and the tiny Tofu had spent the waning hours counting. A blissful smile was smeared across the old man’s face as he dozed in his golden bed, the same as Az – who had made a similar nest in Ruel’s beard. Indeed it seemed that almost everyone in the caravan was trying to sleep through the storm overhead of them, as the oxen trudged and stamped slowly through the mud and dark. Only the wagon drivers and a half-dozen guards remained alert: oblivious to the figures that had surrounded them and were preparing to strike.

>>41195
Sylus’ Srams took their positions amongst the shadows of the surrounding tree branches, completely invisible as they picked their targets. In an instant the attack had begun, as several dozen darts fell upon the caravan simultaneously. Fast and silent, the few that were still awake had been struck by tranquilizers and collapsed where they sat. Ignorant to their masters’ condition, the oxen kept their slow pace until they too were subdued by the poisoned barbs, bringing the entire caravan to a silent halt. Not a single sound had been made, not a shout or cry for alarm had managed to escape the lips of the prey.

Sylus breathed a sigh of relief, and then made the signal to move in. The Strike Team swooped upon the wagons like carrion birds claiming a corpse, dark and silent as they moved from victim to victim: pilfering whatever they could lay their hands on. The Sram prince took a few of his brethren with him to the main wagon where the girl from before had emerged. He kept a close watch on his comrades to make sure nobody awoke the other caravan members, as he approached the back of the wagon.

Slowly and cautiously Sylus slipped inside the wagon, checking every single nook and cranny for danger before motioning for the others to follow him. The Srams gazed in wonder at the supplies they found around them. Silks and cottons from the finest looms in the world, barrels of expensive spices and herbs, crates upon crates of various tools, tomes, instruments and equipment for every use imaginable. With this single wagon the Srams could have everything they would ever need for their clan’s village to thrive in their new forest home, and sell what they didn’t need for a good price. While a few of the Srams began pocketing what they could find, two of Sylus’ personal guard followed the prince to the back of the wagon.

>>41196
The sight of the slumbering couple before him took Sylus by surprise. He was sure that the girl had seen him and his men and would have given them all away, but apparently he was mistaken. “She probably just got scared of the storm, and went to him…” Sylus thought to himself, as he eyed the two carefully. “Sir…” whispered one of the bodyguards, “isn’t that girl the young princess of Sadida? The one that supposedly ran away from home?” Sylus took a second look at the slumbering girl, before he finally noticed the doll at his feet. “So it is, look. She has a royal familiar with her…” The gears in Sylus’ head whirred at this turn of events. He had learned from certain sources that the princess of Sadida had run away from home, and that her father offered a reward for anyone that could return her to him. The Sram couldn’t help but grin at his luck, as he hissed his order to his men, “Take her with us.” The girl’s capture would bring the clan a great fortune for her return, and it might even be grounds enough for a negotiation of cooperation with the Sram kingdom. Such an ally would be a great protector for Sylus’ people, who would be able to thrive in the dangerous woods that the Srams had learned to control.

The two Srams crept to Amalia and began to carefully lift her from the bed, one of them carrying the precious cargo in his arms. The young girl stirred in her sleep, reaching up to her captor’s face, “Y-Yugo…” When her fingers felt the unfamiliar touch of the Sram’s mask, Amalia’s eyes opened and gazed upon the strangers around her in fright. She began to shriek, and her mouth was quickly muffled by the other Sram, as their leader said to her in a menacing voice through his mask, “You’ll be coming with us now, Princess. Try not to awake the others…” But as soon as Sylus growled his words, the princess’s doll had already leapt out of its bed and began to assault its mistress’s kidnappers. The first Sram attempted to subdue the now-squirming Amalia, while the second Sram slashed at the doll with a knife to keep it at bay. Amalia’s little defender was finally hurled away and landed with a soft “whumf!” on the bed near Yugo. Shaking off the injury, the doll then decided to awaken the young boy in order to get help in defending his mistress.

Yugo was shaken out of his dreams and awoke to the shrieks of Amalia’s doll. He rubbed his eyes wearily and whispered in his confusion, “Wha…what is it? What’s wrong?” As Yugo’s vision began to clear, he finally spotted the three rogues standing around him – and Amalia being kept against her will in one’s arms. “What are you doing in here?! Let Amalia go!” Yugo barked angrily, as he leapt to his feet with his fists clenched. “Silence him” Sylus growled, as he tried to contain the situation before the rest of the caravan awoke. The second Sram pulled out a short blow-gun and proceeded to aim directly at Yugo. “Yugo, look ou-…” Amalia yelled in fright, but she was quickly silenced as a tranquilizer dart pierced her neck. Yugo’s adrenaline was pumping now at the sight, as he quickly summoned the Wakfu in his palms. It all happened in an instant, as the second Sram fired his darts at Yugo, but Yugo’s spell sent the darts flying back at the assailant.

>>41197
As the thief fell unconscious on the wooden floor, Sylus reacted in an instant and drew a knife to Amalia’s throat. “Not one more move, boy, or your friend here pays the price!” Sylus growled threateningly. Yugo froze in place as he and the prince exchanged angry glares. With a swift nod towards his other Sram, Sylus took the princess in his arms with the knife still at her throat, while the other Sram began to carry their fallen comrade over his shoulder. The prince made sure that his men were clear before he gave one final warning to the young magician, “If you value this girl’s life, then I suggest you not pursue us…” Yugo’s mind raced as he tried to think of what to do, when suddenly he remembered that Ruel was nearby in the wagon ahead of them. Before Sylus could react, Yugo growled back at him, “Be right back…” as he disappeared through a portal. Sylus’s eyes darted around the wagon in preparation for a sneak attack. Not willing to be taken by surprise, the prince swiftly left the wagon with the princess in his arms…

END PART 11

Yay. Thanks helpful.

you must continue, i need my Eva and Grovy plz

>>41475
Something's not right.

>>41515
In perspective, anatomy, or nipple colour?

>>41475
her right knee is too high, and her left nipple is to high as well.

The End.

;_;

>>43164
what

>>43165
I think it's pretty obvious. No more translated episodes means no more interest, which means no more porn. Hence, 'the end'.

>>43817
No more episodes at all is worse. Did the Wakfu team run out of money or what?

>>43834
They start to air new episodes starting in September.
>>43817
Apparently, the MMORPG is still running, and the Dofus-Hentai blog returned and posts five new pictures.

It ain't dead yet, bros.

It's not dead, they are just taking a summer break.

In France, the weekend is five days long.

So you can expect less than half the normal content.

Not wakfu but something by the same artist. With boobs and skimpy caramic panties.

Some minor content i found on DA.

Would any artists be willing to do pics if people put forward ideas? maybe even simple sketches of what they got in mind but lack in skill to draw? My attempts in OC haven't been much good.

>>47098
You have nothing to lose by posting the idea, though maybe it'd be more appropriate for the request thread. Beyond that, continue your training to become a mighty artist!

>>47098
Does that include pornographic as well, or only fanart?

>>47169
The main idea i had doesn't have to be very graphic. It's just the gang spending an extra night at the inn after Ep6.

Yugo is being nudged by the sleeping Sadlygrove again, so he goes next door and asks the girls if he can sleep in their room.

After some prep, the candles are put out and Yugo snuggles up in his sleeping bag on the floor, looking forward to some peace and quiet...

'.....schlick'

>>47173
Okay, that would need a comic rather then one image. Sorry if that's asking too much.

How about Ruel dressed as a pimp (complete with his cane being covered in gold and a "pimp cane" bling embedded on it), and the two girls on her side dressed as sluts (leather, piercings, fishnets, high heels, colored hair streaks, etc).

>>47215
How about what he said, minus the piercings?

Found the artist behind >>31160

http://rmat.sakura.ne.jp/index.html

Apparently he sells pornfolios and Vol 4 has Amalia and Eva on it. Though i can't find out where to get it because i can't read japanese.

>>47527
Dem eyes.

Who'd of known. I emailed the guy to ask where i could order and he gives me a link to the imagescans. It was a handmade notebook he made for a convention, so it wasn't for sale anymore.

I'm hoping he won't be pissed if I post it here.

spoiler for Yugo's age.

END

Random straight shota blowjob.
From Japan.

HOW UNEXPECTEDLY BORING AND STEREOTYPICAL

>>48768
>I emailed the guy to ask where i could order and he gives me a link to the imagescans.

Wow, I love it when things are so unimaginably easy. The world needs more awesome people like that.

Did helpfull stop posting the fic? I want to know what happens next...

>>48785
Seems he did. Damn shame, too; I was enjoying it.

If anyone knows wheres Helpfull's fic tell us D:

>>47527
Wait, you TALKED to him? You can type jap? Or does he know English.

>>48783
Straight shota raep's alright, but I'm disappointed it's not Eva doing the raeping

>>48966
I typed in very plain english and hope that he or babelfish could translate it.

small bump

wow, I couldn't find this thread last time I looked, I thought it was dead.

>>49534
That's pretty damn good. Who's this Tamura?

>>49555
same name on deviantart

Moar liek Wankfu amirite?

>>49835
Most Wakfu porn is either crap, or horribly off-model.

That one however, is neither.

traced face is on model, big surprise

>>49849
Not traced, I'm afraid, since it's an oekaki. You can still go see the whole animation, with everything including the face drawn from scratch, at 4chan

>>49850
And in case anybody doesn't want to search for it:
http://nov.4chan.org/i/anim.php?file=1258681459476

And thread:
http://cgi.4chan.org/i/res/262090.html

>>50161
Beautiful!

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-27387.html

>>50731
Very nice, sir. Very nice.

Anybody knows who made these? The art style is familiar...

>>51103
They're from Pixiv. It's all in japanese but the artist's name seems to be Roku-kun (老躯くん)

Also after seeing today's episode we need some of the captain

>>51125
screw that, I want some of Nox

>>51103
looks like ragathol

not TOTALLY sure though

>>51128
There's reasonable room for doubt. I can kinda why you'd think that but I'm not sure either, and it's indeed from Pixiv but not his account. May just be a japanese dude with a similar style. Doesn't really matter if it gets us moar wakfu dickings though.

>>51128
>looks like ragathol

That's EXACTLY what made me wonder.

>>51133
oh yeah. especially since i figured out that ragathol HAS a pixiv account and those pics ain't in it

http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=316030

>>51134

Godamn, Amalia's face is drawn so badly right there.

Hurrhurrhurr

This show deserves more quality 34.

>>52190
GOOD END!

>>52190
Where do people keep finding Hagfish's stuff that isn't on his HF account?

>>52190
FLOP
SHLAP
SHAFGH

>>52190
Rubi doesn't look amused

>>52215
I think when people commission pics from Hagfish, he doesn't post them on the HF page, so it's up to whoever has the pic.

>>51128
How does a /pco/ even know what a Ragathol is?

Regardless, his style is different enough from that for it to only be a bit similar, as was already discussed.

Somebody needs to color this pic of superboobed Evangeline.

>>56550
Sue Dumm's style fits well with Wakfu's.

Fucken weird.

Robert crumb's brother kinda weird, really.

What's it all about, you scream and-a shout, don't ask me, 'cause I don't know.

>>56558>>56559>>56560>>56561>>56562

Uhh... fuck yeah geology?

wtf ;_;

>>56561
...I think I need that imagination bubble in more detail.

someone is way too bored during his geology lessons

>>51159
Ragathol's got an alternate account where it seems he puts the really explicit stuff:
http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?id=1451592

Ces photos sonts tres bon! Merci copains!

>>56841
Omelette du fromage!

Anyone's got pics of that ice ship captain girl?

>>56849
Nobody bothered with L'Capitan Femme.

>>56873
.... and that's a shame !

Ancient thread

is there any more fan fiction?

>>60088
None in English, since the dub is only out for those that know about it. I tried looking for french fanfics to feed through a translator but only seen a few about the actual cartoon (all clean as well).

Maybe we could ask the kindly tranlators and french speakers if they know of any fanfiction in their lingo.

>>37344>>38840>>49538>>35801
anyone got any more done in the style of the show?

>>60108

bamf

>>60109

original content here

>>60341
i do not mean to be... mean, but that looks like a cave painting

Yo, so I don't have to go back and check out all the episodes again, but are there any plant tentacle monsters or tentacle monsters in Wakfu?

Or, for that matter, are there any in Dofus?

>>60500
Not really, though we do get a couple nice shots involving Eva and prehensile vines controlled by a Rubilax'd Doll.

>>60502>>60500
This looks like a good jumping off point...
And awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay I go!

>>60508
Man after my own heart.

>>60557
fyi bro, this is for an animation and not some simple pic :)
If Zone and Fluff ain't going to do tentacles, then I sure as hell will