XCOM 2 comes out this week, so I’ll probably disappear from porn for a while ;)
BUT I did have a friend turn me onto a solo RPG called The Beast, which is described as a sanity-shattering erotic affair. I’ll probably be posting my “journal” entries from that as I wrestle lewdly with my monstrous lover.
Don’t quote Oscar Wilde to me. Anybody but Wilde.
My core RPG group for the last 3 years just dissolved in a combination of family issues and a pair of awkward new players who are not quite as fervent roleplayers as we. The two of us that remain are rebuilding the team :p
So in a rare turn of form, I’ll be running the new game. Which of course bodes ominous.
The campaign uses the Monster of the Week ruleset but is taking place during the Black Death outbreak in Germany circa 1350. I wanted X-Files but with a witch hunters, plague doctors, and flagellants ;) Alien conspiracy storylines will not be featured.
I want a Planet and Swords style setting with a story about a collector/slaver who visits unique worlds only to pillage them for prime subjects.
Someone had the bright idea of electing me chair on a committee to distribute awards for students. Those little shits will rue the day!
I’m starting to think my Ancestor in Darkest Dungeon was not a good person.
Also, the Houndmaster is adorable. His block animation is bodily stepping in front of his dog to absorb an enemy attack.
When the strange teenager wandering outside your condo in nothing but underwear is not actually your doing…
Strange morning.
I have questions. “Strange teenager” as in he’s a stranger to you, or he’s purple, or something?
And just how often do you send teenagers to wander around outside in their underpants? It’s implied that such sights are common, but always your fault.
It occurs to me that if you’ve often got guys wandering about, under-dressed, you might have made your neighbors jealous. So they’re naturally attempting to keep up with you. And this is how fads and trends start.
1) He’s a stranger to me. I know a majority of the underwear-wearing boys wandering out and about in snowdrifts in these parts.
2) I only send them outside occasionally for the daily newspaper. And the mail. And when they talk back. And when I want to make a snowman. And at night.
3) I had not considered that kept-boys would become a benchmark of social class so quickly. Damn my status as a trendsetter!
When the strange teenager wandering outside your condo in nothing but underwear is not actually your doing…
Strange morning.
A friend just gifted me an RPG called “Monster of the Week.” This is too cool. System for simulating Buffy, Supernatural, X-Files, or whathaveyou.
It must be used O_O
I am contemplating applying on a job working with ICBMs - if only to add “rocket scientist” to my resume. It would allow me to be even more pompous at dinner parties.
I cannot bend down
or move from side to side in here
and must remain standing
with my face pressed to the thick glass
Still, I am lucky
when Suzy found me
I’d been stranded on a traffic island for four hours
and when she suggested she take me home
and have me walled up as an art installation
I agreed straight away
So here I am
in an alcove in her living room
being exhibited behind glass
next to a plaque bearing the name Barrence Oslo
Barrence Oslo is the artist that did me
There is a copper tube to help me breath
and I am naked except for a string vest
some of my lower parts have been painted yellow
Not really. I’m usually fighting my own lack of inspiration or desire to draw, which ensures I have little time for other projects.
I always say I might if the right pitch came along.
I’ve only done commissions twice. One was for 300$ and has never been posted. The other was a portrait for 40$. So there isn’t really a set rate.
Dammit! Forgot to buy Sundance tickets over the weekend. :C My hipster cred is about to lapse.
Whack my bonobo!
I read Trolley No. 1852 this evening. The premise is “HP Lovecraft writes erotica.”
I can’t find words to accurately describe the disappointment I feel. The shock value is sophomoric. The prose is awkward and reads too formally to not sound absurd when paired with scenes of sex. Its not funny enough for me to consider it dark comedy and it is too detached to be erotic. So what the hell is it?
The book itself is very pretty though :p Hardbound slim volume, stylish illustrations, limited print run, signed copy. I guess it will look nice gathering dust.
Just had our brainstorming session for a sequel to our tremulus game of last year. (Think horror, Call of Cthulhu, sanity shattering stuff)
In 1933, a genocidal chrononaut from the 21st century convinces a cocaine-addled doctor on the breaks to endorse his sickly antiquarian employer’s expedition to the Arctic in search of Hyperborea. The trio travel north to find wrecked dirigibles and ancient civilizations.
I think we may have jumped the shark on this one.
When you naked, so shiver in the drizzle.
Look at clothes by your feet and think, oh yes, warm.
Then eat them by mistake.
When you dream be dream, but only of a gloomy loctosed.
When you park so wrong, ee headlight smash bumper breaky
shuttle bang bang bang like fucking pinball.
Then oo welcome. Ah. Oo magm welcome in Blue Jam.
Maybe a separate pup play pic, but it will likely not be the same character. I rarely have returning characters on account of not being able to draw them similar :p
Finally get time to draw, spend first half of the day undoing all the weird things I drew while I was asleep.
Thanks, ambien!
Microwave glory hole.
Sounds nessy.
That’s why you always put a paper towel on top!
Microwave Etiquette 101.
Microwave glory hole.
Not for a lack of trying, but I cannot finish a drawing (or sketch) =/
For some reason I really want to see HP Lovecraft and other similar cosmic horror stories retold and illustrated as Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew style YA books…
Time to crack open this old Antediluvian Tea and see just what its curative powers are. MY ASCENSION BEGINS.

I need a new bookshelf; this one is full. Someone commission me for 1200$
Erf. Watched the “Crypto-Nazi” debate between Vidal and Buckley. Love has died :C
I set out to draw boys in lingerie again and end up watching debates between Gore Vidal and William Buckley… I have confused priorities.
To be fair, it’s not that far afield. I mean, that was pretty much a hissy-fit/slap-fight anyway, right? Just stick ‘em both in garters (make Buckley’s plaid to preserve his ‘no-homo’ propriety, etc.) and draw each with a copy of the OED tucked somewhere on their person. :) Works for me anyway.
Oh god XD Some kind of anime idealized youthful version of each. Mutual masturbation with their vocabularies. “Vidal-san noticed me!”
The whole time I’m watching I am thinking “Buckley’s mouth sure would be fun to draw.” It is quite unique :p Now its overshadowed by the horror of him in plaid garters.
Vidal was so proud of his zingers. He’d have these little giddy smiles after delivering each witticism.
I set out to draw boys in lingerie again and end up watching debates between Gore Vidal and William Buckley… I have confused priorities.
My general strategy to avoid DMing roleplay games is to make the few games I run so mentally scarring and emotionally taxing that nobody can stand more than a few sessions at a time.
Also gays.
Anti money, anti hate, anti things I fucked and ate
I was doing my seasonal reading of SantaLand Diaries by David Sedaris and saw a weird parallel with Halfway Human by Carolyn Ives Gilman which in turn made me ponder strange, kinky versions of the usual mall Santa and elves dynamic.
For a soulless corporate cash grab it was better than it deserved to be.
Probably won’t be updating on y-Gallery or Furafinity anymore. Too much effort to upload to those sites. :p
Tumblr has spoiled me.
We made a valiant attempt at playing Shadowrun. After weeks of character generation, grids, tables, character doodles, we finally played a single session. Then we all looked at each other and agreed to play something else.
Like trying to play pool with a jackhammer - might work for some, but not for us.
Alas poor Prinz. :p
What is the most pretentious style of manscaping?
I’ve managed to paint myself into a corner with this one. I have vast expanse of bare skin and I’m not really using it for anything. It feel wrong. :p