Since I’m riding an extreme low, I thought I might as well discuss my top lists of 2014
Starting with my most popular pics of the year. Kind of a stark jump in likes between the first and second XD
Follow up on the surgery.
Degenerative nerve damage is pretty much rendering my left hand useless. Contemplating having it removed and replaced with some kind of battle axe arm or laser cannon.
Its becoming clear that I won’t be able to draw much on my own as this progresses. =/
But I have been doing some fun collabs with Fellows. Coloring requires much less effort on my part.
You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. hit shuffle on your ipod, etc. and write down the first 20 songs. here are the rules: no skipping! be honest! then pass this on to 10 people!
I got tagged on a meme. Oh goody. I don’t have an ipod, so you get nothing off of that. But I can random my fav’s list on Spotify.
Oddly enough, this is a really good window into my listening tastes and very telling about me. Classy, dapper, and a serial killer…
Hmm. I draw more Christmas pictures than other holidays. But I’ve only done three ever.
Well. Here’s as festive as I get.
Hullo hullo.
Alas, I don’t really do much of either. I’m happy to chat kink ideas with people, but never outright requests. I have very little drawing time and I tend to draw for myself. That said, many of my past pictures are the results of conversations with people onlne.
In six years of drawing filth I’ve only accepted one commission. I charged an absurd amount. If you’re willing to pay ludicrous rates, then I’ll do a commission.
InsexM was probably my most favorite kinky porn site ever.
The awesome fetish devices of PD and an interesting mix of models. I was so saddened that it had such a short lifespan.
Femdom isn’t my thing. I don’t really pay attention to doms in kink anyways. But Sir C was exactly my style of domination. Teasing, sarcastic, devious, and always done with a sense of entitlement - “You wanted to be here, you wanted to submit, I don’t need to browbeat you to enforce that.”
The site still exists, but there is no new content. Just the same original dozen or so videos.
Oh no, minor surgery.
I am trapped, laid up at home with no other option than to play Dragon Age Inquisition and drink Ironports.
However will I survive?!
There is also a total lack of chastity porn in the world. There’s some in femdom, but it’s not the point of the porn.
Yet another niche I ought to fill.
I wonder if they give out small business loans for starting up a live action pet play themed porn studio.
Or if I could kickstart it….
To no one’s surprise, I have not written a single word this month XD
Busy dealing with apartment nonsense instead. New lair in the making.
Also pondering body painting. How to make it more erotic and kinky. Something for my Private Gallery series.
If this http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00MCVVH6G/ can make /any/ money, then I am in the wrong business. Why am I giving you people all my art and stories for free?!
I’m giving serious consideration to trying to achieve writing a novel this year. Alas, it will probably be pornographic and, at that many words, nonsensical.
Have to come up with something solid in the next 48 hours. O_O
Rubens on display at the Getty and my trip to see them has been cancelled. :I
That moment when you’re about to put the final touches on a pic and you realize that the ctrl+s save shortcut has not been working. So you go to click save manually and the program crashes.
He said he wanted a gag. So I threw a pie in his face.
Woop woop woop woop woop
“Don’t say it to me. Speak to them.” The catcher, still holding tightly to Nic’s hair turned the boy’s face toward the caged nekos.
They looked at him with a mix of disgust and pity. It was obvious that he was “bribing” the man to get out of his capture. It was also obvious that they all disapproved.
Apparently standards were something street neko had?
Nic whined with each continuing thrust as the man fucked him. He was substantially larger than Nic. Not that Nic had not been around before. But it was always a jarring experience.
He felt his own cock stiffen at the stimulation. An animal reaction to the stress and fear of the moment.
“I’m a whore.” Nic squeaked between ragged breathes, his face burned brightly with shame. It was a humiliating act. But it was also going to buy him is freedom.
“You are.” Someone watching said.
The man finished up quickly, filling Nic with a hot spray of cum that left the inside of his legs sticky.
The neko lay on the van bed still breathing heavily, his own erection slowly dwindling. He looked up expectantly as the catcher zipped up.
“Not bad.” He critiqued smugly. “But definitely not the best.”
Nic already saw the direction this conversation was going. Leaving the ruins of his clothes behind, the youth scampered to his feet and dived for the street and away from the van.
His escape was readily met with the slam of the rear door in his face. Stunned, he staggered in backward to the ground again. The other door closed, sealing him in.
“Wha … wha?!” He demanded to no one in particular. “You said you’d let me go!” Nic pounded on the back door - a solid, windowless slab of metal. “Let me go!”
Somewhere behind him another neko spoke. “Not only a slut, but a dumb slut…”
Damn. My tablet is dusty. You’d think I had not picked it up in six months.
Oh. I haven’t.
Well. New drawing inbound.
Prepare yourselves.
The van waited ominously around the corner. Rust-riddled, the vehicle’s paint had the look of whatever the automobile equivalent of leprosy was. The smell of fear, pain, and urine emanated from the vehicle and set Nic’s ears back against his head tensely.
The catcher definitely wasn’t a member of Animal Services. That much was apparent from his rundown van. He had to be a free-lancer, catching nekos on his own and selling them to X-Corp at a profit.
Nic gulped and pawed at the man’s side. The catcher bore the neko under one arm, flexing his bicep to keep the youth pinned against his torso. At a distance, the pair of them may have looked like a small child being carried by his father, rather than a fully-grown neko being man-handled like luggage.
Neko stood a full two feet shorter than most humans. Save for a few very spoiled house nekos, they were lean and fit. Street nekos moreso from a life on the run, scrounging for scraps, and chill nights.
Nic neared a full panic as they approached the vehicle. He could hear plaintive voices calling out from within.
“Let us go!” “Let me go!” “My family!” “I don’t want to go! I’m not hurting anyone!”
The catcher smirked.
There had to be a way to get out of this. Something that Nic had to offer that the other’s he’d capture did not. There was one thing. The one thing that Nic used to get by where most other nekos did not.
“I can make you feel good.” He mewled. “Let me go and I’ll be the best lay you’ve ever had.”
The bag of food was obviously a trap.
It was too perfect. Nic could smell it through the packaging, fresh and unspoiled. In the world of dumpster diving it was rare that such a meal manifest itself. The other strays on the street would long ago have looted it.
One of his ears twitched first up the street and then down. Aside from the usual late night city noise, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He inched forward on the tips of his toes, bare feet pressed against cold concrete.
Food was scarce. His late night work had been spartan recently. “Animal Services” had stepped up patrols in the area and he was a prime target. Staying out of site and out of mind was how he survived.
Another step forward. His tail was stiff and bristled with anticipation. Froze in place, waiting for the kill.
And then the pounce. Nic sprinted forward towards the open trash bin. The over-sized hoodie he wore shifted awkwardly, its broken zipper ensuring that one or the other of his shoulders was exposed.
The dumpster was within reach when he confirmed that it was a trap. Stupid move on his part. But food was scarce.
Nic mewled loudly and tried to change direction in mid air.
Physics doesn’t work that way.
A man, hidden behind piles of waste and trash bags, loomed up in front of him, reaching out to catch the neko by the leg. The boy yelped and tried to squirm away.
In his flailing he fell further out of the hand-me-down hoodie. It was obviously intended for someone larger than the small, lean neko. He wore a skimpy pair of underwear and little else beneath it. His skin was pale and smooth.
“Gotcha, ya lil’ beastie.” The man leered. “They said somethin’ was raidin’ their trash cans. Didn’t expect a pretty Nictie like you.”
“Lemme go!” Nic hissed, baring his teeth and trying to bite.
The blow that followed was swift and left Nic seeing star.
“Shut it. Behave and I might let you get to Processing with a few less bruises…”
Everyone is different. Everyone expects different things from their D/s. I don’t think a blanket list of tips is adequate.
Custom tailored rules and training specified to each person is best, in my opinion.
Better to chat with me than anon with me.
I say it does! :p
Because if I write something for here, its gunna be naughty in some way.
All of my current ideas for plots are too dark. The eroticism dies in the bleak overtones…
Entertaining pathfinder game the other day.
Of course I ended up eroticizing the whole thing afterward: a mind flayer incapacitating one of the adventurers, taking advantage of their helpless body, raping them while their tentacled maw bores into their skulls and slowly ebbs away their intelligence and free will.
Okay. Apparently this has not only been done, but done repeatedly and by artists such as InCase
Entertaining pathfinder game the other day.
Of course I ended up eroticizing the whole thing afterward: a mind flayer incapacitating one of the adventurers, taking advantage of their helpless body, raping them while their tentacled maw bores into their skulls and slowly ebbs away their intelligence and free will.
I do have an awesome mix of kinks ;) What can I say.
My stuff is largely posted on y!gallery and furaffinity. There are a couple stories on there that I probably have not cross-posted here.
Because I’m lazy like that.
Such happiness.
A really good 80’s tribute movie / soundtrack. I’ve been waiting too long for the soundtrack for this weird, surreal movie.
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.
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
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…
nayteyoufool replied to your post:Tops 5’s
WHY DID YOU PUT RAINBOW. IT’S ONLY PAIN AND SORROW
Because I knew you’d reply to it. MWAHAH
That is also partly why Laird is on my book list ;)
The question comes up frequently what are my favorite books, films and bands. I count something that I come back to and listen/watch/read again and again as a favorite. Many are guilty pleasures or things I know few other people enjoy.
Books
Music
Films