1. So I was attacked by a rogue librarian while watching Welcome to Night Vale live tonight. Now I’m pretty sure I’ve been replaced by slightly-inaccurate doppelganger with too many teeth.

  2. fellowsart:

An art-trade with the awesome Mister X.  
I couldn’t quite get his positioning but it was fun to do nonetheless. 
I like the INK drawing but I’ll be coloring it and adding backgrounds soon.  
Story lines welcome. 
FELLOWS

Fellows found a way to redeem my dead WIP sketches.
Looks awesome!

    fellowsart:

    An art-trade with the awesome Mister X.  

    I couldn’t quite get his positioning but it was fun to do nonetheless. 

    I like the INK drawing but I’ll be coloring it and adding backgrounds soon.  

    Story lines welcome. 

    FELLOWS

    Fellows found a way to redeem my dead WIP sketches.

    Looks awesome!

    Reblogged from: fellowsart
  3. I would like to draw a portrait of Ofeibea Quist-Arcton, who is by far my favorite NPR personality. But I somehow feel that its association with me, Mister X, would demean the value of the fanart. :p

  4. A work in progress.
Fingers and toes look lovely :3

    A work in progress.

    Fingers and toes look lovely :3

  5. The blindfold came off, Kai shook his sweat-coated hair. His vision remained blinded by the overwhelming light of the room. Slowly the chamber came into focus.
It was after an evening of street hoops. They’d nabbed him off the long stretch of warehouses off Canal Street. Dosed him with something so that his limbs went limp, took him here.
He’d been strung up on tip toes - a harness of rope holding him upright, a few cruelly looped wraps kept him borderline choking. His shorts dangled awkwardly around his ankles. They administered an injection which left his crotch temporarily numb. Blindfolded, he knew they were doing something to him down there. But what.
Kai gave a horrified scream as his eyes fell upon the monstrosity between his legs. Heavy rivets set against metal bands hugged tightly against his skin. It was like something out of one of those Saw movies!
"You like?" Asked the man, standing just outside the light. "This is just a prototype. I’ve got bigger and better ideas in mind. Might hurt a bit when you can feel again…"
***
I’ve owed Fellows an evil art for quite a while. This ought to kill two birds with one stone ;) 
Pretty happy with this one. Mouth should be a little more expressive. But really, the whole pic was a vehicle for that nonsensical cock toy.

    The blindfold came off, Kai shook his sweat-coated hair. His vision remained blinded by the overwhelming light of the room. Slowly the chamber came into focus.

    It was after an evening of street hoops. They’d nabbed him off the long stretch of warehouses off Canal Street. Dosed him with something so that his limbs went limp, took him here.

    He’d been strung up on tip toes - a harness of rope holding him upright, a few cruelly looped wraps kept him borderline choking. His shorts dangled awkwardly around his ankles. They administered an injection which left his crotch temporarily numb. Blindfolded, he knew they were doing something to him down there. But what.

    Kai gave a horrified scream as his eyes fell upon the monstrosity between his legs. Heavy rivets set against metal bands hugged tightly against his skin. It was like something out of one of those Saw movies!

    "You like?" Asked the man, standing just outside the light. "This is just a prototype. I’ve got bigger and better ideas in mind. Might hurt a bit when you can feel again…"

    ***

    I’ve owed Fellows an evil art for quite a while. This ought to kill two birds with one stone ;) 

    Pretty happy with this one. Mouth should be a little more expressive. But really, the whole pic was a vehicle for that nonsensical cock toy.

  6. Thad was not nearly as excited by the birthday gift as everyone else at the party. He was even less enthused by the large strap-on cock someone had affixed to the large teddy bear’s crotch. But, when presented with the option of birthday spankings from everyone in attendance, Thad quickly warmed up to the idea of mounting the toy.
His face flushed and he did his best to avoid eye contact with those around him. He didn’t really know any of them. Master invited them. Probably with the goal of being an audience for this. He tried to act nonchalant as he took the dildo slowly inside him.
Then the phone cameras came out. They were all filming his ordeal. Thad buried his face in the fur of the doll’s head, working his knees and hips. In and out. His own arousal was hidden from view, but firmly pressed against the tummy of the large pink doll.
"He likes it." He heard his Master say. "This may become a nightly thing…"
***
Hey look. I can still draw. I even revisited an abandoned picture. Wow :o
Not too impressed by the story. Whatever. Yay me for drawing.
Character came out looking way too young :I

    Thad was not nearly as excited by the birthday gift as everyone else at the party. He was even less enthused by the large strap-on cock someone had affixed to the large teddy bear’s crotch. But, when presented with the option of birthday spankings from everyone in attendance, Thad quickly warmed up to the idea of mounting the toy.

    His face flushed and he did his best to avoid eye contact with those around him. He didn’t really know any of them. Master invited them. Probably with the goal of being an audience for this. He tried to act nonchalant as he took the dildo slowly inside him.

    Then the phone cameras came out. They were all filming his ordeal. Thad buried his face in the fur of the doll’s head, working his knees and hips. In and out. His own arousal was hidden from view, but firmly pressed against the tummy of the large pink doll.

    "He likes it." He heard his Master say. "This may become a nightly thing…"

    ***

    Hey look. I can still draw. I even revisited an abandoned picture. Wow :o

    Not too impressed by the story. Whatever. Yay me for drawing.

    Character came out looking way too young :I

  7. From the annals of Pics That Won’t Be Finished Ever.
And such a lovely tea set too … Not sure how I was going to attach that to an arm. XD
Many proportions were wrong in this one.

    From the annals of Pics That Won’t Be Finished Ever.

    And such a lovely tea set too … Not sure how I was going to attach that to an arm. XD

    Many proportions were wrong in this one.

  8. Giving serious contemplation to going back to school to work on an art history degree because fuck computer science. I may be fabulously wealthy but I severely dislike programming…

  9. impioussaint:

misterchristianx

He was a good boy!Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a double edged sword - it made him try ever so much harder to please.At his Master’s command the boy had taken all of the heavy luggage in hand and scrambled up the stairs to the hotel room where his Master would be staying. He was not allowed to use elevators like real people; so he made quite the comical sight half-dragging, half-carrying the collection of his Owner’s belongings up flight after flight of stairs.All the while his privates wagged like a dog’s tail between his legs in the chastity harness his Master had placed on him, drawing more than one curious glance from the hotel’s other denizens. Every movement stimulated his stretched organ which in turn caused him to whimper more than once in frustration and pain. But he was a good boy and endured it.In the massive suite he worked frantically to unpack everything and put it in its rightful place. Master had said to meet him in the smoking lounge downstairs in fifteen minutes. The boy did not know how long had passed but he knew it wasn’t enough time.Satisfied he turned and locked the door before sprinting back down the hall and down the stairs. In spite of his haste others still managed to swat him on his lean bottom or stroke the sensitive crown of his privates. It was a dripping, panting mess of a youth that finally staggered into the smoking lounge and took his place by his Master’s side."Thirteen minutes." Came the smooth, sensuous sound of his Owner’s voice. Then, like music to his ears, "That’s a good boy. Now put this out, will you?"It was not a request. Tears welled in the teen’s eyes, muscles tensed and he fidgeted wildly with his hands as the man ground his cigarette butt in to his delicate skin. But still the faint hint of a smile was about his mouth.He was a good boy!

    impioussaint:

    misterchristianx

    He was a good boy!

    Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a double edged sword - it made him try ever so much harder to please.

    At his Master’s command the boy had taken all of the heavy luggage in hand and scrambled up the stairs to the hotel room where his Master would be staying. He was not allowed to use elevators like real people; so he made quite the comical sight half-dragging, half-carrying the collection of his Owner’s belongings up flight after flight of stairs.

    All the while his privates wagged like a dog’s tail between his legs in the chastity harness his Master had placed on him, drawing more than one curious glance from the hotel’s other denizens. Every movement stimulated his stretched organ which in turn caused him to whimper more than once in frustration and pain. But he was a good boy and endured it.

    In the massive suite he worked frantically to unpack everything and put it in its rightful place. Master had said to meet him in the smoking lounge downstairs in fifteen minutes. The boy did not know how long had passed but he knew it wasn’t enough time.

    Satisfied he turned and locked the door before sprinting back down the hall and down the stairs. In spite of his haste others still managed to swat him on his lean bottom or stroke the sensitive crown of his privates. It was a dripping, panting mess of a youth that finally staggered into the smoking lounge and took his place by his Master’s side.

    "Thirteen minutes." Came the smooth, sensuous sound of his Owner’s voice. Then, like music to his ears, "That’s a good boy. Now put this out, will you?"

    It was not a request. Tears welled in the teen’s eyes, muscles tensed and he fidgeted wildly with his hands as the man ground his cigarette butt in to his delicate skin. But still the faint hint of a smile was about his mouth.

    He was a good boy!

    Reblogged from: impioussaint
  10. Puddles Pity Party

    Puddles the Clown performing Chandelier with class.

    I’m a convert.

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