I just applied to go back to college for an art history degree.
Its not enough that I have a computer science degree, or that I work at a university. I must become one with the schooling.
I really suck at drawing women. :(
Durance is my kind of friend!
flagrantdrought replied to your post:Project Draw-A-Woman?
-‘__-’ women conveniently have an extra orifice to insert things into?………..
I’ve heard rumors of this!!
I have a long history of failed attempts at drawing girls in kink. I want to try again.
But what is a good kink to portray?
Off to a good start. Any game that has a starting class who can mind control is okay in my book. Plus I look bad ass.
I need to publicly say thanks to Fellows. He heartily recommended a Cintiq Companion for my drawings.
I didn’t think it would pan out for me (I’m notoriously picky). But this is pretty solid!
I also didn’t think I’ notice the thousands of levels of sensitivity. But I do O_O
Minor drama in my RPG crew ended up killing our Star Wars and Dragon Age games. After discussion this week, we’re talking about playing Dresden Files.
My difficulty is that all of my character ideas are the most evil individuals I can conceive. Something about magic + modern setting.
My current idea is a biomancer / fleshcrafter. He largely works as a “drug” dealer, dishing out magical highs by altering people’s brain chemistry, or rewiring their pain receptors to give pleasure instead. BUT he also has the darker (darkerer) side where he can actually warp and sculpt flesh as though it were clay.
The result is that he is gorgeous beyond description and he has a coterie of addicts and sycophants following him around.
I kind of liked the idea of having a pet dog/cat that he sculpted to look like a human. So the body of a person, but the mind of a pet.
However, in the Dresden universe, all of this sort of thing is verboten. Like, forbidden under penalty of death.
So … I might not have a character after all :p
Sure thing. My skype is posted to my tumblr home.
wistfuladmirer answered your question:Hrm… Unsure if I’m project emotions right. Pained?…
Depends on the context - the rest of the drawing. If he is putting his dick in someone’s ass, then intensity. If he is bound to a bed and being whipped, pain. The facial expression is good.
Good point. The goal in this one is he’s one of the delirious boys on the milking machine
Before there was texting there was email, the postal service, and the telegraph. Before that there was hand delivery.
Two adulterous nobles secretly exchange lusty letters via a discreet messenger boy, hiding their liaisons from their spouses. Frequently the boy is forced to…
I like the idea of the man and a woman “unintentionally” using the messenger as a proxy for each other. But I was thinking this morning about a pair of bachelors or married men with the same scenario. Eventually dressing the boy as a girl and taking him to parties and events to waylay suspicion.
Still doesn’t feel like enough material for a story, let along one that involves substantive kink elements.
Before there was texting there was email, the postal service, and the telegraph. Before that there was hand delivery.
Two adulterous nobles secretly exchange lusty letters via a discreet messenger boy, hiding their liaisons from their spouses. Frequently the boy is forced to perform what the text only hints at, used to relieve the sexual tension shared by the forbidden lovers.
“M’Lord… you… your fair lady… she… doth lift your stately robes… and… gulp taketh thine glorious member into her mouth… and… press to meet your… belly?! Please M’Lord… please no…”
Rapidly the boy services become a necessary part of their affair, a slave and a sex toy whose exposure would lead to the ruin of all.
Things are made all the more complex by rumors and the serving staff at each of the manor houses. Downton Abbey style of course :p But more in Regency / Napoleonic era.
What started out as a simple task of delivering indiscretions rapidly turns into the boy finding himself too deep to escape. Each of the nobles putting him to more and more degrading tasks.
Uncertain as to what the “dirt” is that they have on him to ensure his quiet submission to the ordeal
Before there was texting there was email, the postal service, and the telegraph. Before that there was hand delivery.
Two adulterous nobles secretly exchange lusty letters via a discreet messenger boy, hiding their liaisons from their spouses. Frequently the boy is forced to perform what the text only hints at, used to relieve the sexual tension shared by the forbidden lovers.
“M'Lord… you… your fair lady… she… doth lift your stately robes… and… gulp taketh thine glorious member into her mouth… and… press to meet your… belly?! Please M'Lord… please no…”
Rapidly the boy services become a necessary part of their affair, a slave and a sex toy whose exposure would lead to the ruin of all.
I’m ending up with an strangely large collection of books about fae, sprites, and little folk…
Le petite mort.
I mentioned faces made in Japanese erotic comics when people are climaxing as though their existence ends the moment it happens.
Then I remembered the phrase “le petite mort,” often to refer to post-climax fainting.
Now I’m trying to actually turn that into a coherent kink…
This is how I spend my evenings.
New tablet showing up on Wednesday. Hopefully drawings shall follow.

A variation on Dorian Grey, just with a boy instead of the painting? Awesome idea. Will You actually write it?
Probably not. I’m terrible at sticking to an idea for a story (as proven by my graveyard of dead text). Especially one that requires a plot.
Revisiting a similar topic to my Cut Off in His Prime stories from ages ago - a boy is cursed to feel what his friend feels. His friend feels nothing or a pale shadow of what he would actually sense.
Craving sensation, the friend indulges more and more audacious uses and abuses of his body, all the while the main character has to cope with unexpected pains, pleasures, and perversities during normal day to day existence.

hypnolad replied to your post:
Also, potentially a compromise in the making. I…
Do you really need to spend so much on a 13HD? the samsung 10 note tablets use the same pen technology as cintiq. if you can put up with the android apps, or use a citrix screen display to a mac/pc they do work..
I’m super nit-picky about my drawing environment. Otherwise I’d just be using pen and paper and a scanner.
Android devices are a nonstarter with me. Too small, no support for software I use. No tilt sensitivity. It also has the same brush-to-lag that I was grumping about with the surface pro 3.
I’ve used the same graphire4 for the last six years, saving for something ‘nice’.
Like a minotaur living in the center of his own maze, waiting for humans to be sent his way - the beast devours both girls and boys - Mister X lives at the heart of an apartment complex waiting for his supply of victims. They are sent to him by a variety of mob bosses, street dealers, and petty enforcers. Victims who need to be taught a lesson, children of nobs whose loyalty needs to be assured, or simply hapless folk who saw too much.
He’s a spider among men and this apartment block is his web.
And boy does he enjoy his role. He’s a man consumed by his work, who lives to do unmentionable things to the bodies of others. A bogeyman that keeps the plebs in line.
He does men, women, boys, girls. He has no predilection for a particular hair color or skin tone; he just needs to fulfill his inner need and fulfill it often. Seems like, set up as he is in comfortable digs, his food and supplies provided, and with fresh flesh sent to his door, that his world should be perfect. It’s an ideal setup for man of his ilk, low risk, lots of rewards.
Except there is one catch. And fuck if I know what that is. XD My elevator pitch failed.
Cosmo’s hands quickly retreated behind his back as he’d seen in so many porn images. Consciously he he spread his legs slightly and stuck out his chest assuming the “at attention” stance.
“Your horniness overrides your brain, doesn’t it?” Roddie asked. He loomed over Cosmo, still smiling coyly at the impromptu makeout moment.
The boy is never without a grin. Occasionally he looks genuinely happy. However, the truth is his master gave him an order to always look happy. No matter the situation, keep smiling. Horrific punishment awaits him if he stops.
Also, potentially a compromise in the making.
I may settle for a Cintiq 13HD. Its a price-tag that doesn’t make me as nauseous when I realize I’m just going to draw porn with it. :p
I’m going to draw Laird Barron porno to spite Mally.
I’m so fickle with names. XD I end up with a “name of the moment” and if I’m writing I want to swap over to it.
Earlier it was Cosmo. Now its Archie. But I can’t use Archie because that would be two characters with “ie” names.
Roddie grunted and leaned into Cosmo’s hand. Larger arms wrapped around the youth’s waist and pulled him in closer. Cosmo eagerly melted into the man, mouth open needily.
No sooner had Roddie’s mouth found his, than Cosmo was flushed with sweat. Animal passions too over. Roddie’s tongue worked its way into his mouth. Groaning and humping up against the man’s side, Cosmo pawed at the man.
The light in the room dimmed as something passed in front of the sun. In the dim light he felt the crush of the massive empty house around him. Like the whole of his world was reduced down to this tiny spot in Roddie’s care.
It unnerved him.
The sudden slap to his bum caught him unawares. Cosmo yelped and jumped backward, rubbing at the red imprint on his posterior.
“Wha-”
“Hands down, boy.”
Such a slow build up. I am trying to weave this into something bigger than the vanilla kink.
Roddie regarded him like a piece of meat. ‘Like a slave.’ The man’s well-dressed figure only helped emphasize that fantasy. In his profile pics Roddie wore the same Ivy League style that he did now. Naturally filling the role of dapper gentleman.
The bulge in his cuffed trousers confirmed to Cosmo that the man was enjoying himself as well.
Self-confidence buoyed by this knowledge, he uncovered himself completely, exposing a circumcised cock that slapped against his abdomen with intense arousal. Cosmo took two exaggerated mincing steps toward Roddie.
“I can see you like what you see, Sir.” Assuredly he stroked the fabric, feeling Roddie’s girth beneath it. “Unf. Big.” He moaned.
I seem to be using a lot of sentence fragments. My English teachers would be appalled. Assuming they weren’t aroused by the subject matter ;)
Cosmo took little time to get undressed. He’d fantasized about this moment all week - the hot, well-cultured Dom telling him to strip. In that fantasy the teen would slowly take of each article of clothing, teasing Roddie with an ever-growing expanse of bare skin.
Lightly freckled shoulders, wisps of blonde hair on his legs that matched his fair hair, a matching set of celtic knot tattoos on his wrists hiding hesitation marks, abs that were in actuality the only muscle group he worked on, a tan line that spoke of wearing a speedo recently. His life writ large on his body.
Instead he was a whirlwind of movement. Within seconds his clothes lay scattered about himself like the aftermath of a tornado. The boy grinned sheepishly. His heart thudded with excitement, as did his stiff cock that he coyly tried to hide with one hand. Cosmo felt the blush that came with nudity in front of strangers, but he smiled wide, too aroused to actually feel shame.
‘Make me lick your boots,’ Cosmo’s thoughts were every fantasy at once. ‘Call me a slut. Tell me to bark like a bitch.’
Conversation about the house would definitely be a sensitive subject. As would all the filler discourse about family, jobs, weather. Cosmo hadn’t come for that stuff anyways.
He took a mouthful of the brandy, trying to get the drink out of the way quickly so they could get on with it. He hadn’t come in two days. His self-control had limits!
Cosmo felt his pants tighten again, arousal fed by Roddie’s teasing words. He scampered eagerly behind the man. It felt natural to walk a few steps behind him. Like a heeling dog or a dutiful slave.
Their footsteps echoed or creaked throughout the residence. Large paintings lined the walls alongside vases and statuary. There were some black and white photos as well. Each with a placard. Each with a story associated with the house or the bloodline.
He paused to look at one large painting of a trio of figures illuminated by a broad window opposite. The woman sat sternly upright. She wore a checked suit with elbow-length sleeves and long gloves, every bit the lady of the house. The man had an aura of command to him. A trimmed beard, dark suit and white waist coat. He wore an odd sigil ring next to his wedding band and with that hand he was making a strange gesture.
The third figure stood center but in the background…

rubber-pet replied to your post: Demesne 2
shouldn’t that be shone? (i may be common)
You’re right. I don’t claim to the be the people I write. Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this, my servants would. :p
Changed Wyatt’s name to Cosmo. Wyatt, I discovered, is the name of my best friend’s 2-year-old nephew. Which felt weird.
“Sadly, yes. Just me. ” replied Roddie. His voice was languid and morose. The man’s elocution lessons shone through each word he spoke. The result of prep schools and Princeton. “But great families are like ancient civilizations, they wither and die.”
Listening, Cosmo bit his lower lip.
In his mind he pictured the weight of the house bearing down on Roddie: the last of a grand line, tasked with carrying on the legacy of the Usher family yet conflicted by his own sexual preferences. Though Roddie was in his middling twenties, Cosmo suddenly saw him as ancient.
He wanted to hug him and coo that things would get better (and then hump his leg frantically).
More for my personal notes than you. :p
I’m constantly encountering names I like for victims. And then forgetting them. So I’m taking note here. If you find any odd, unusual, or classic names (or want an excuse to find your own name in a piece, add it to the list).

impioussaint replied to your post: 4k Followers
Ooh. Have you considered making a Patreon account? It would make dreams an easier reality. patreon.com
I thought about it but I really doubt I would get money. All I would be offering is the ability for fans to pay for what they are already getting.
I’m not sure how Patreon feels about porn either. :p
“You got this whole place to yourself?” Cosmo asked, eyes wide in wonder as he stepped into the main hall. He felt like he ought to remove his hat. Instead he just adjusted the brim of the ball-cap, pulling it back, high on his head, and grinned sheepishly.
When he knocked at the massive entryway he expected a servant to answer. Someone in coattails who’d fallen off a Downton Abbey episode. He felt kind of silly thinking it, here in the middle of Cold Spring.
It was a big house, no doubt. But Cosmo saw the grounds were overgrown. The windows in need of washing. Even the antique furniture on the landing looked in need of a good dusting.
Guess even the 1% had to fall on hard times too.
Still, his young mind was instantly aroused by the thought of cleaning up the place in a revealing maid outfit. Or on hands and knees scrubbing the wooden floors with a toothbrush in his mouth, a raging erection between his legs. Much like the raging erection he’d tucked under the waistband of his boy briefs while walking up the drive.
This was going to be so cool.
Fuck I wanna draw Cosmo. Damn you Windows and your poopy Pro.
Or whatever the term is for Japanese cg/manga/porno pics.
Its hilarious how quickly I slide into absolute depravity with this stuff. Start with a little rope bondage teaser and now I’m browsing amputatee horse rape insect love.
The horror shown in faces when someone is going to cum, as though their existence ends the moment it happens. (Which, could be a hot kink on its own…) Oh the torture of a climax! :p

And, best of all, the “I failed my sanity check and have gone batshit sex crazy”.

Not that this is bad
Those days when you’re browsing porn and think to yourself “I really like that piece. But I’d like it more if it was in my style.”
Tends to be me looking at straight porn, shota, or anime stuff. Love the idea of the scene, but dislike the faces, genders, or other nitpicky things. :p
Maybe I should just do conversions. “This Infernal Restraints set would be great if it was a guy being tortured!”