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
A long-haul trucker in the lane next to them watched the whole thing. Several loud blares from his horn sounded his approval, or mockery. Tate didn’t know which. He simply winced and tried to stare a hole through the floor of the convertible.
Tate hugged his knees to his chest in hopes of trying to maintain some decency. His pale white skin shone with sweat and tanning lotion in the afternoon sun. He clothes, shoes, and socks littered the floor of the passenger’s seat.
Now he knew why Sir had shaved him the evening before. And applied sunscreen before they left on the roadtrip. How far was the beach? He watched the side of the road frantically for road signs.
I’m too meta about my pornography. I watch porn films made in the last ten years and wonder “what happened to these people after producing this?”
I have a chlorophyll problem… I grow black leaves.
Somehow I got a mold infestation in three of my terrariums. I am gravely saddened.
Though it does make for a good excuse to make all new ones XD
Discovered that my monitor renders one color at the top of the screen different than at the bottom of the screen… Could produce problems :p
“Psst. Hey. Hey, gap-tooth!”
Tilly awoke with a start and flailed about in his pillow pile, eyes wide but out of focus. The large bell on his collar chimed. The youth frantically fumbled to silence it.
A chuckle came from outside the bars to his home and Tilly blushed with shame. It was still dark in the Room outside. He didn’t know exactly who was out there - any number of folk from communities in the Walls, in the Floors, Outside. Word travelled, he was famous. Everyone wanted to see him.
“Whada they got ya wearing this time?”
Well, everyone wanted to see what he was wearing and then jeer at him.
Apparently I write bad poetry when I’m in sleeping-med induced delirium… What the hell.
My soul removed. The horror complete. Red moon and no blood.
This is the whole of what I’ve posted. There is no hidden stash of other stuff.
There’s no conceivable way for me to take on a project that large - it would be years in the making :p
It was just something I dreamed up years ago, that was just a repost of it. I doubt it would be hard to make your own. Not something I foresee revisiting.
“I want free arts of things that turn me on. Why are you not drawing these things I like?”
Have I drawn anything in the past that gives the impression that this is something I’d be interested in drawing? No, not at all. I draw what I want and what I enjoy. Unless you are planning on paying me to do otherwise, this is what I’ll continue to do.
I saw “The Grand Budapest Hotel” last night. It was everything I wanted it to be, which leaves me very happy.
Now I want to make my own pervy version of “Boy with Apple,” the iconic painting from the film, because I can.

I may be considering opening myself up to commissions.
If you’ve got a project in mind, message me with as specific as you can get and your budget offer. The more characters or oddities, the more I’ll expect.
Read a really good book over my weekend at a bed and breakfast.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15985356-the-year-of-the-storm
The Year of the Storm is kind of a dark, horrible coming-of-age story with a taste of Peter Pan. Two boys meet, survive some really hateful people, and discover a way to ‘slip’ to their own paradise land. Tie in murders, missing girls, depression, and coping with homosexuality.
Its got so many good things it in, I wish I’d come up with it.
My tumblr turned 3? Crinky… Didn’t think I’d been here that long.
Woo?
I still exist.
Not a lot of kink or drawing interest.
Long-time fans know this is pretty frequent behavior on my part. :p
Alas no.
That drawing was a one time experiment over six years ago. Not a topic I’ve ever revisited nor do I anticipate revisiting.
Which is funny, because its my second most re-posted image ever. :p
What I’ve drawn is what I am interested in. I draw for me and share that with others.
So no, no mature dominant ladies. Because the dom in most of my art is me. And removing myself from my art pretty much ensures I won’t care about it :p
I’m not a fan of Disney, but the current trend of drawings of genderswapped Disney princesses is kind of cute.
I’m not able to switch styles to manage to draw it myself, but genderswapped Disney villains would also be well received by me. Particularly Ursula, Maleficent, and Jafar.
I always thought the image of the boy with the insanely-huge genitals would be a fun drawing to revisit or redraw. Especially with my current series of casual portraits.
The old piece was not banned or deleted, I voluntarily took it down. A lot of my early work is very shota-ish and that’s not really a genre I feel comfortable being associated with any more.
I’m not. I’m seven very articulate weasels in a human suit.
Hmph. I thought that pic was on here.
I may have taken it down during my “these characters look too young” phase last year…
I’m enjoying these genderqueer pictures. Not really sure where to take things from here, however. Potentially genderfuckery.
I’m really proud of my newest pic. Probably some of my best linework and best coloring.
Might do a few more ‘fine-art’ pieces.
I don’t like Sherlock and I don’t like Benedict Cumberbatch.
I am alone in the world. :p