Per advice from Fellows, I broke into a crack house and used the funds I stole from the dealers to go next door and buy a tablet pen. I’ll have some kind of drawing started tonight :D
WHERE IS MY PEN, WACOM?! And its a federal holiday on money so I probably will not get a replacement in the mail until Tuesday :S I’m going to explode from being unable to draw :p
SO I blame Mister X for this one. we seem to be on opposite sides of the “porn story” ideas, because where he sees something sexy and kinky funtimes, I see something funny as hell.
We batted around this idea a bit, and I wrote the following. It’s been done fast and the first piece of writing I’ve done since my RPs died. Also first non-rp I’ve done in a while. I hope you like it, X bb.
In our Dresden RPG we have a rotating GM seat. Each week a different player will be running the game. My session went so well they requested I run the following week. Which, alas, means I get no play time with my character.
So, in revenge, I’m working on a BDSM themed plotline to dump them into the middle of. Human cattle and furniture, total disrespect for humanity, body crafting and similar horrors.
And I want all of this to be the “good guy’s” lair. :p So the players have to work in concert with such an odious individual. And sit on his chairs ;)
I’m recovering smoothly from surgery. I get the stitches out tomorrow. Ideally, this will leaves me with a very stiff hand for a few weeks still.
I’m taking an Art Nouveau class from Oxford this semester and its made me want to have a place to art dump the pretty images I find. So I’ve created mista-monsta.tumblr.com for that purpose. Its a mix of high and low art, modern and classical. And of course, any excuse I can find for the unusual. (I’ve already got 15 different instances of forniphilia themed furniture queued up)
Lastly, I think I’ve found a refurbished Cintiq Companion 1 for a reasonable price. Unless the Surface Pro 4 magically appears in the next few days, I will probably acquire the Companion and return to my arting.
I know you can't draw much right now, but do you think you'll ever draw more of Ciril on this blog? (I love everything about him and yet I barely know anything!)
I’m doubtful I’ll draw more of him. I might complete the existing drawing, but the character ended up getting scrapped for the game. He was too creepy for the other players, so I rolled up the playboy illustionist.
But I can expound more on the backstory for Ciril. I’ll do that in another post. Its exhausting just typing a short response for this one handed :p
You ever notice that the trend in current of horror movies is to make it pre 1990? Its the solution to cellphones that doesn’t involve “weird, no coverage here.”
While laid up recovering from surgery I have not been able to do any of the writing, reading, or drawing I’d have liked to. The pain meds just leave me an impassive vegetable :p But I do get occasional flashes of nifty story ideas. Some erotic, some not.
Modern antiques dealer who keeps having run ins with supernatural or occult items
Life drawing model who becomes involved in a BDSM relationship with one of the artists
Callboy who falls into a noir-style detective story following the death of one of his regular clients
I’ve also been bouncing ideas with Ms M and Danaume regarding the virgin sacrifice and victorian sexting stories.
Lotta really cool ideas and a total inability to capitalize on them right now XD
I figured I’d read up on the Satanic scare of the 80s to see if anything inspired me for writing. Now I’m depressed instead. Up there with witch trials, McCarthyism, and blood libel.
The drawing of the kid hanging upside down being whipped is très cool (despite the dreadful watermark) but his hair should be hanging down loose ... surely there's gravity even on Planet X ...
Every year or so my personal library must endure The Purges.
If a book is not pretty enough or if I suspect that I will never read it again or if I realize that a book is a semi-rare edition it gets purged.
Usually that means being sold on Amazon and turned into more mad money for buying future books to continue the cycle. But occasionally a book finds its way to a local library instead.
A simple note had gotten him the day off from school. The semester was ending in a few days anyways so it was not like Macaulay was missing out on anything important. In the weeks coming up to the contest Macaulay had been filled with a certain pride and excitement. Tori had been the one to suggest entry into the contest, he must be really proud of how well Macaulay was performing.
And now here they were, behind the large curtains where all the owners and their pups were preening and preparing for the show.
Sands’ smile was gone as he slouched down in the passenger’s seat of the blue family van. Mom was lecturing him again about responsibility and he was not hearing a word of it. Instead his eyes wandered to the rear view mirror as he watched the group of skaters get smaller in the distance.
“I didn’t forget.” He clarified. “Fiona is old enough to watch herself…”
Mom’s response was what he had anticipated. “I’m the one that decides who is old enough for what, young man!”
Sands was never without his hat - even when sleeping. A nasty boarding accident last summer had split his skull and resulted in hundreds of stitches and a nasty scar line where the hair still had yet to grow back in completely.
When he came down the stairs to greet the visitor at the front door he wore little more than a smile and that hat - the shorts he sported hung loosely over his hips and afforded almost a full view of the erection they had been donned so rapidly to hide. Sands torso was lean and tanned from days spent outside working.
Not at all certain how to react or what was going on, Channing could only stand there in the doorway and stare at the other boy, his mouth slightly agape. Sands reddened slightly at seeing this and grinned all the wider, fidgeting with his fingers and awkwardly trying to adjust himself.
Fiona thought the whole scene was quite hilarious and giggled loudly, obviously not understanding what was going on.
“Fuckin’ A, Channing! I’m SO excited to see you. I was hoping you would stop by, man.”
Cut off in his prime is one of the hottest things I've ever read. Please please continue. I love your work! Thank you!
I told you guys it was pretty epic ;) I seldom give praise to my own work, but this one is really good.
Alas, I wrote it three or four years ago. There are another two posts (I think) and that’s all I wrote.
I’m great with coming up with gimmicks for a story or hot scenes, but I had no direction. I needed a goal rather than just writing a lot of sexy scenes.
“I’m up, Mom! I’m getting dressed!” Channing cried out in a panic, diving up from his prone position on the bed and practically barreling into the bedroom door. His mother gave a shocked shout on the other side as it slammed shut. The teen’s face was bright red with embarrassment, his chest heaving rapidly. “Give me a second!”
“Oh, al-alright then. Breakfast is ready, hun.” She stammered, obviously very startled by his sudden reaction. With that she padded away down the stairs.
Channing listened intently until he was certain she was gone before exhaling heavily. With his bare bottom resting against the door the boy leaned forward and buried his face in his hands. He hadn’t been dreaming. He had not even been sleeping - a fact readily obvious as his face distorted in a long yawn. The night before was unfortunately very real.