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Patreon Pimpage: Welcome Back to Cappuccinos!

So here’s a thing. A Patreon thing with art done by kazushi!

I’m closing in on the 500 dollar milestone, which will mean a third webcomic. A saucy webcomic. A steamy webcomic.

That being said, here’s a preview of some Welcome Back to Cappuccinos wallpaper. The full version can be seen at…..3&rf=77121 but you have to be a patron to view and download it.

Soon there’s going to be previews regarding a few of the character for this mystery third saucy and steamy webcomic. Perhaps as soon as next week! Enjoy!

Patreon Update for October 2014: New Milestones Added!

So over at my Patreon (which, by the way, is over at, I decided to add some new milestones. We’re currently at 402 dollars, which is a bit of a dip but not by much.

Anyway, two of the new goals are very important to me:


I’ll be honest, I never liked Shiuk doing the comic for free, so if we hit this goal, it means I can force money into his wallet and you fans of the comic can get new pages. So if you really like Suddenly Fisting, prove it to us.


That’s right, I have a talented duo who is more than willing to help me reach the endgame of Gaming Guardians. It was the first webcomic I created, so I feel the grandparent of my webcomics empire deserves to at least be completed. If you’re a fan of GG, you’ll want to be a Patron.

Of course, there is that 500 dollar goal, which is a brand new webcomic, and I promise you if you’re a fan of saucy, steamy, sexy comics, I’ll write it to make Profiles look like Carpe Diem. Yes, it’s going to be THAT sexy.

Thank you for reading, folks!

Six Months Later Sneak Peek

Caption THIS: Carpe Diem Edition

So I recently showed you folks a sneak peek of a Carpe Diem panel, and I thought it would be fun to bring back Caption THIS for it.

Here’s the panel in question:

Send all submissions to carpediemcomic (at) gmail (dot) com! Make me and Gaby laugh, folks. MAKE US LAUGH!



Art by Spypolygon of FA and logo design by the Gneech.

August 20th


From me, the creator of CARPE DIEM, DUNGEONS & DENIZENS, and GAMING GUARDIANS, and Spypolygon comes a new webcomic.

August 20th.

Be there.

(want to see sneak peeks right now? Be a Patron at because they get to see the comic a day early!)


I have a Patreon over at for those who might not have known. I’ve been posting secret webcomics teasers with a little bit of fiction thrown in.

The schedule of these updates are as follows:

MONDAY: Carpe Diem TUESDAY: The Gryphon’s Goal THURSDAY: Top Secret Webcomics Project FRIDAY: Welcome Back to Cappuccinos!

I also added a new milestone on Sunday. If I manage to reach the goal of 1,500 dollars a month, I’ll begin work on a Furry Dating Sim Game, and there’s will be either DLC or an unlockable of a certain barista jackal.

So be a patron today, folks. You won’t regret it.


Teaser of: ???

Over at my Patreon account, I’ve been starting up the teasers for something mysterious. This is the rough sketch, and the finished line sketch (with a name!) can be found at for those who pledge 3 dollars or more.

There Be Dragons

Before the House of Ophichus fell, a young Capricorn by the name of Kaloo broke the surface of his namesake’s ocean. The gills lining his throat closed up before his lungs took on the life-saving duty of breathing.

The sun shone brightly overhead in the cloudless skies; monsoon season was months away. This was both good and bad for the Child of Capricorn. While the lack of Aquarius’ wrath meant calm waters and faster swimming, it also meant his pursuers had the same benefit.

The first Sirenidae broke the surface of the water, followed by his four walrus-like podmates. The Children of Pisces and the Children of Capricorn had tenuous relations at best, hostile at worst. When they had discovered Kaloo in their territory, the Capricorn didn’t bother to find out how they’d react. He swam away as fast as he could, hoping he could swim faster than them.

Kaloo spared a quick glance over his shoulder and saw one Sirenidae adorned with a great crown made from a giant spiked shell. If their tribal leader was involved, Kaloo must have stumbled upon a site of great importance. Of course, there was also the chance this particular tribe just wanted to kill Capricorns for no other reason than they could. Kaloo had no desire to find out the reason for the pursuit.

Ahead, Kaloo could see one of the Dragon Islands. Named so because those who entered them never returned, it was said the dragon ate them. The jungle beyond the beach looked dark and foreboding. He was always warned to never enter its foliage, for there were terrible creatures within.

A spear sailed over his head, and he was convinced to ignore the warnings of entering the island. Certainly the jungle was safer than the fate the Sirenidae had planned for him! He pushed himself to swim faster, his arms and tail starting to burn from the exertion.

The exertion proved successful as he dragged his exhausted body onto the shore. A quick look over his shoulder revealed he was out of the range of the Sirendae’s spears for now, so he allowed him a brief moment of rest before rising up and slithering towards the jungle foliage.

It was like being plunged into twilight. The canopy overhead cut off most of the sun’s light and warmth. Several times he had to pause to disentangle his curled horns from the occasional vine, but soon enough he stopped once he reached a clearing, marveling at the sight before him.

A stack of boulders greeted him; it was at least three times his height, and on closer inspection he found it would make a perfect hiding place. He wasn’t arrogant enough to assume the Sirenidae could not track him; he probably left a trail a blind sea slug could follow as he was created for speed in the waters, not stealth on land.

He was moving around the enormous stack of boulders when it shifted slightly, and he quickly darted out of the potential rockslide. Fortunately, none of the boulders fell out of place, and he moved once again around the stack, though more cautiously this time, until the boulders were directly between him and his pursuers.

He rested in front of the stack, letting his lungs suck up the precious air he needed. His eyelids were heavy with fatigue, so he decided not to fight it. A small rest is all I need, he thought, bringing his body down and laying on his side. I won’t fall asleep. I’m much too terrified to do such a foolish thing.

He didn’t account for the sheer levels of exhaustion his body possessed, so it was a terrifying surprise when his eyes flew open and saw the spears of the Sirenidae pointed at him.

They spoke in their guttural Sirenidae language, a tongue he never bothered to learn; he suspected they, too, would not understand him and consider it to be guttural. Still, with the aggressive gestures they made at spearpoint, he suspected they wanted him to rise up. He shakily rose up, trying his best to suppress the fearful tremors which racked his frame, and they gestured for him to go back the way he and they came.

There was no way to flee from them, not without risking a spear to the back. He would need a distraction. Capricorn must have been listening to his silent plea, as the boulders started to collapse, only to rise up and reveal itself to not be a pile of boulders, but the towering form of a Titan. The boulders were in reality the armored plates that covered its armadillo-like form, and it flexed its fingers which ended in long claws perfect for digging. It raised its eyes to the heavens, but craned his blocky head down when the Sirenidae shouted grunts at the Child of Cancer.

It eyed them with curiosity, making no hostile movements, and it might have remained peaceful if the chieftain of the Sirenidae hadn’t thrown his own spear at it.

The weapon bounced harmlessly off the Titan’s armored plates, but the Child of Cancer still frowned. Kaloo’s heart raced as it grabbed it’s own spear, uprooting a tree as easily as the Capricorn could pluck a blade of grass.

Kaloo slithered away from the Sirenidae as fast as he could, chancing they would rather save their own hides and not bother chasing after him.

The sounds of a tree-turned-weapon crashing into the ground and the cries of pain which followed painted a grim picture of the Sirenidae’s fate. “There be dragons”, would be a tale to tell his tribemates, and a warning for all who would consider entering the Dragon Islands.

Though after the fall of the House of Ophichus, dragons would be the least of threats to the Children of Capricorn.

Story: Elevator Chat

“How much longer are we gonna be stuck here, Batson?” asked the bulldog, leaning up against the elevator wall and staring at the buttons.

Batson opened his eyes to look up at his friend. The bulldog had taken off his leather jacket, draping it over one shoulder. “I’m not sure, Murray, but someone will come and get us out of here.” He patted the floor. “Why not sit next to me and meditate?”

The bulldog scowled, a trait Batson disliked. Murray looked more handsome when he was smiling and laughing. “I’m surprised you can focus on that stuff. Aren’t you volunteering at the soup kitchen in an hour?”

“I already called them and explained I was stuck, don’t you remember?”

Murray snapped his fingers. “That’s right, I remember now.”

Silence filled the air, so Batson took it as a sign he could resume his meditation, with or without his friend joining him.

It lasted for five seconds. “I’m bored,” Murray growled.

The hyena opened his eyes, unperturbed by the interruption. “So meditate with me.”

“Don’t feel like it.”

“So what do you feel like?”

The bulldog’s muzzle split into a grin. “Pestering you, I guess. Nothing else better to do.”

Batson smiled in return. “You can try, but you never bother me.”

“I didn’t say bother. I said pester.”

Batson tilted his head up at Murray “I didn’t know there was a difference.”

“There is, trust me.”

Batson shook his head. “You sound like Raffe.”

“Raffe?” Murray’s brow furrowed as he tried to recall the name. “He’s that big-ass giant giraffe, right? Does yoga with you?”

“Tries to do yoga with me, but he’s making progress.”

Murray folded his arms. “How come you’re not with him today, anyway?”

“Because I wanted to spend time with you. Raffe’s not my only friend, you know.”

“If you’d hung out with him, you wouldn’t be stuck in an elevator.”

“He wouldn’t have been able to fit. He’s eighteen feet tall and weighs a few tons.”

Murray shook his head. “Thanks for deigning to lower yourself to my level.”

Batson blinked at the sudden venom in the bulldog’s voice. “You sound jealous.”

“I am, I admit. What do I have that your giant buddy doesn’t?”

“Canine traits, for one.”

“How very literal of you.”

“Plus you can fit inside an elevator.”

“Yeah, so I’m perfectly average.”

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing to be average.”

Murray shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind experiencing how some folks live. It must be pretty wild, towering over folks like a giraffe or being fast like a cheetah.

“I wouldn’t know. I’m not a giraffe or a cheetah. I’m just me.”

“Yeah, yeah, a hyena who just so happens to be perfect.”

There was the venom again. “I’m not perfect.”

Murray snorted. “Nothing gets to you. Nothing phases you at all. Being your friend can sometimes be a Catch-22.”

“What do you mean?”

“All right, maybe you’re not a Catch-22. I mean, it’s not like you’re a problem. You can just be so damned frustrating. Like right now, you’re meditating while we’re stuck here in the elevator.”

“Then why are you friends with me?”

“Because you’re one of the good ones, even if you’re always a goody two shoes.”

Batson didn’t like the feeling in his gut. It was something he hadn’t felt in quite some time: disappointment. “I don’t mean to frustrate you.”

Murray waved his hand in dismissal. “You can’t help being who you are, just like I can’t help being who I am. Someone who’s been in love with a hyena since he met him.”

“I like who you…wait, you’re in love with me?”


Batson now felt waylaid. His head felt as if it were filled with helium. Was his friend really in love with him? “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I figured you don’t feel the same way I feel about you.”

“How…how do you figure?”

“Because it wouldn’t have time to fit in your busy schedule. I mean, when was the last time you did something that wasn’t charitable or work related?”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t tell me because I’m too active?”

“Too busy, you mean.”

“There’s a difference?”


Frustration boiled up in Batson’s head now. It was alien to him, and he didn’t like it. “You’re just trying to pick a fight.”

“I’m sorry I had to tell you how I feel in this situation, but it’s almost perfect. Neither of us can storm off, now can we?”

“You think I was going to storm off?”

Murray shook his head. “No,” he said, “I thought I might have stormed off.”

“You’re confusing me.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to handle your answer if it was indifferent.”

“Murray, I’m your friend, right?”

The bulldog nodded his head.

“You’re not acting like my friend right now. Do you really have that low of an opinion of me?”

Murray smirked. “I said you were perfect, Batson. Since when is that a low opinion of someone?”

“You make it sound like a flaw.”

“Is it?”

Batson frowned. “Don’t turn this conversation against me.”

“Well, at least I’m getting under your skin. That’s a first.” Murray shook his head. “Look, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I had to let you know how I feel. I don’t want my love for you to turn bitter.”

“I don’t want it to turn bitter either,” Batson said, rising to his feet. “Not until I can…”

Murray arched a brow. “Can what?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never had to deal with this before.”

“Oh, come on. Raffe hits on you like, all the time. What’s it like, having a guy his size do that?”

“It’s flattering, to be honest. He can have anyone he wants, and he focuses on me.” Batson looked down at the floor. “But I don’t want to be just another conquest for anyone.”

“I’m not trying to conquer you.”

Batson looked at Murray. “I know. That’s why I want to figure out how to deal with this.”

“The best way to figure it out is just do it.”

Batson tilted his head a bit. “Do what?”

Murray folded his arms and shook his head. “Go out with me. Best way to figure it out.”

“I don’t know, Murray…”

“Oh, for God’s sake, why not?”

Batson flinched at the frustration in Murray’s voice. “I don’t want to hurt our friendship.”

Murray took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he spoke again, he sounded calmer. “It’s just dinner, maybe even a movie if I can find anything you actually like.” Murray gave Batson a crooked grin. “It’s not like I’m going to make out with you.”

“Not at first, but what happens if we get together for a while, and it doesn’t work out?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t plan too far ahead, and get together if it does work out.”

“How can you be so sure of things?”

Murray shrugged. “I dunno. You don’t sound so sure right now.” He arched an eyebrow. “Come to think of it, I kind of like that. You being uncertain.”

Batson chuckled, the tension in his neck and shoulders fading, which surprised him. He hadn’t realized how tense he was getting. “I’m not always certain of things.”

“You act so zen, it comes off as certain.”

“Maybe so.”

“No maybe about it, Batson. You are the most confident being on the planet, or at least in this elevator.”

Batson smiled. “Thank you.”

Murray waved a hand. “I’m not sure it was a compliment.”

“I’ll take it as one.”

“Whatever you say.” Murray looked at the row of buttons, then at the ceiling. “I wish they’d hurry up and get us out of here. I hate having uncomfortable conversations like this.”

“Afraid you’ll have to revoke your manliness card?”

Murray nodded. “Not to mention having to pay the fines. They’re pretty steep.”

“I won’t tell anyone that we talked about our feelings if you don’t tell people I wasn’t zen throughout this ordeal.”

“You got yourself a deal, Batson.”

“So what kind of movie would you take me to watch?”

“Something indy. You’re not one to watch the blockbusters, which is a damn shame.”

“I’m not a follower of the top ten, sad to say.”

“I’ll teach you the error of your ways. Just give me a chance.”

The elevator then started to move, and Murray looked at the floor number going down. “Guess they fixed the elevator.”

“Looks like it.”

“Guess you won’t be that late for the soup kitchen now.”


The silence enveloped them. A wall had somehow formed between the two. The open dialogue they had was now shut down. When they finally reached the lobby floor Murray exited first, followed by Batson.

“I guess I’ll see you later,” Murray said, his back to the hyena.

“You could come with me. To the soup kitchen, I mean.”

Murray paused, then his shoulders went up and down in a shrug. “Nah, I got errands to run.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Murray went out onto the sidewalk and was gone.

Batson had a hard time focusing at the soup kitchen, and it continued even after he went home. Raffe wasn’t home, so there was no one to talk to. Might as well go to bed, Batson thought as he went into his bedroom. A good night’s sleep will clear everything up. Then I can try to talk to Murray.

The next day, though, Murray came to him.

“There’s a door inside a bigger door?” Murray said, looking up at the two story door.

“Raffe’s a giraffe, remember?”

“I am feeling like a kid again,” Murray said as he entered. “I’m not sure if I ever want to be friends with a giraffe if they live like this.” He saw a pair of enormous steel toed work boots next to the door. “Are those his boots?”

“They are, yes.”

“Good lord, you could hide a grown man in one of them.”


Murray looked back at Batson. “Right. You’re wondering why I’m here.”

“I think I know why.”

“Can we talk about this in your room? I want to feel normal sized again.”

After they had entered Batson’s room, Murray looked down at his shoes. “I want to apologize for giving you a hard time in the elevator.”

“All right.”

“I also want to ask you out on a date.”

“All right.”

Murray looked over at Batson, frustration filling his eyes. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know.”

“What makes you think I don’t want to?”

“Because you don’t sound happy I’m asking you out. You don’t sound unhappy I’m asking you out. You’re treating this like we’re talking about the weather.”

“I have quirks. You’ll just have to accept the fact I’m very easygoing.” Batson then realized something. “Why haven’t you accepted that yet? We’ve been friends for a while.”

“I dunno. Maybe I find it hard to believe someone would want to go out with an ugly old dog like myself.”

“So that’s what the problem is. You don’t think you’re worth my time? But you asked me out anyway.”

“What can I say? I’m stubborn that way.”

“Pick me up at six. Take me to your favorite place to eat, and pick a movie you think you’ll like.”

“No indy movie?”

“I don’t think so,” Batson smiled broadly. “I want to get out of my elevator every so often.”

“You’re confusing sometimes, you know that?”

“I know.”