I’m assembling ideas to either write a story or host an rpg. If the latter, it would be online and I’d be open to including a few peoples from the tumblr community.
“But all of these cages are too small for me. There’s no way my cock could fit in there!”
Out of action for a while. Something inside burst and I’m in the ER.
Thanks for the support
Released last night with 25 staples and no answers. Two different surgeons tag teaming my gizzards couldn’t find a source.
However, Two weeks of vacation begins today.
Out of action for a while. Something inside burst and I’m in the ER.
I think I’ve found a way to refocus my creativity.
Yesterday I almost had it and tonight I think will be the start of a new project :D
I never really consulted books when I learned to draw (which I’m still learning to do). Early on I did a lot of tracing until I could understand shapes and line styles artists were doing. When I felt comfortable reproducing stuff I went on to make it on my own.
For a majority of my time drawing I’ve used a bamboo tablet (one of those 50$ kind). Only in the last two years did I get a wacom companion. You can see the huge improvement that purchase made in my work. But its very spendy.
I’ve used photoshop, corel paint, paint tool sai, and manga studio. They each were okay and filled a need. For the past couple years I’ve used manga studio and have been very happy with it. It fills all the needs I have and works nicely on the tablet.
I understand your meaning and I agree. Pics of people doing kink rather than pics of people who are fetishized.
Granted, for me, the images end up being unintentionally fetishized because I think trans boys are especially hot. >_> So I’m part of the problem.
KMFDM in concert? Well, if you insist.
cyborgpuppy replied to your post: @tedowencomics monthly schoolgirl torture series…
Schoolboy equivalent at Miskatonic University?
It is not enough that they be abused physically and mentally, but also metaphysically? :p
@tedowencomics monthly schoolgirl torture series tempts me with making the schoolboy equivalent…
Dawn mists hung in thick shrouds over the grounds of the bailey; the vapor trapped within the bowl of the keep’s walls. My breath lingered in the crisp morning air.
The hounds greeted me with a sudden chorus of barking as I briskly approached the kennels. Beneath my great fur coat I must have appeared like the alpha: towering and broad, draped in thick fur, teeth bared in a smile.
“Didja miss me, lads?” I called from without the fence. Broad smiles all around. Of course they did.
My eyes fell on the feral youth in the back corner of the kennel. His scuffed knees still pressed to his lean chest. The thick mop of hair all but obscuring his face. Over the chatter of the hounds I heard his pining and scowled.
“Pop it.”
He hid the sigh welling up inside him. Mentally he tried to make the associations that might lead to a person finding this scenario not only erotic but also the only thing that tickled their fancy.
Fetishes are weird.
Slowly Heath began pressing down with his thighs and butt against the balloon. He felt it distort and expand beneath him. Obviously more of a shock was needed. He began to bounce, up and down on the balloon, feeling comically absurd.
“POP IT.”
Going to clothing retailer websites, browsing their stock, and buying the models.
All the time. :p
I’ve got an idea for including one in this pic.
Tomorrow I am drawing porn. Without fail.
Suggestions and requests will be entertained between now and then.
No “draw me” or “draw this character” requests, please.
Holy fuck.
I found an ancient vinyl for Coral Records Presents Theodore. So intense.
I smell Brother Theodore fanart in my near future. >_>
I understood his reasons for it and can respect that. I know I get frustrated with porning, so I sympathize. But we still chat, so I don’t feel like I’ve lost out on as much as everyone else ;)
HOWEVER
For those that haven’t noticed, he’s started posting again. So rejoice, Fellows fanboys.
Contrary to rumors, I have not killed and consumed him. Nor is he a gaunt, scraggly-haired prisoner in my basement.
Friends who wrote the Mass Effect RPG have invited me to play with them. No pressure, but I have to come up with my greatest character yet to justify being there ;p
So I went to dinner at a very country dinner after work. I was still fashionably dressed from work and I’d just gotten my hair styled. The place was full of grizzled old cowpokes. I then proceeded to sit in my booth and read a gay porno novel (which I didn’t know as gay until I sat down to read it).
I was the picture of awkward.
Friend introduced me to a game Circles of Power with the pitch “you play as social justice wizards.”
Thank you for the message :) I’m always happy when people take away something positive from my art (more than just the 5 minutes of enjoyment it induces ;))
Three years after the suggestion, I finally bought a reasonably priced copy of Postal Pleasures. I just finished reading The Italian Boy and am again feeling the call of erotic Victoriana…
You say your band’s name is Flowers for Bodysnatchers? Tell me more…
Over the last week I thought I should start a book club. But then I realized the only books I want to read are the weird rare stuff I collect and the odds of getting enough copies for a group of people is not good. So I’m starting a book club of one.
This weeks reading is Sudden Storm: A Wendigo Reader. Anyone with a copy of this spendy book is welcome to join in. >_>
Took two weeks of vacation but I might finally feel some creative magic.
Now I just have to figure out how to get out of the snow to the ferry to get off the island…
I feel like I should know what this is referring to but it’s not clicking in my head
Where can I buy Elliot from Girl Asleep? :p
There was another hidden opposite the bar. He stood suddenly with the same wild-eyed look Turner sported moments before.
“What did you–?!” The man sputtered, unable to finish his sentence as the crowd backed away from him.
Turner recognized the man. He’d ordered the mocha. His cock hug semi-flaccid through the fly of his pants, cum and saliva dribbling from its length.
Cum?
He was at work. The remains of the tan-soy-mocha-latte-with-whip were dripping over the counter-top, pooling on the floor.
Turner nervously fumbled for his trousers and hiked them up. His cock was rigid. It was also dripping cum.
He stepped back from the bar. Something really fucking weird was going on.
The slam of the back door made the youth spin on his heel. It opened a second time and Turner was able to spot a third man running towards the door, his hands at the waist of his pants, trying to keep them up, the belt and zipper obviously undone
“OOOOOOOSHIT!” Turner ejaculated.
His eyes burst wide open awakened from a sudden nightmare. Confusion rather than comfort followed.
Cellphone in the hands of shop patrons greeted him. Some folk wore expressions of mirthless humor and others of disgust. All of them stared. At him.
He was bent forward over the bar, looking out towards the store’s doors, bottles of flavored shots scattered about him in a halo of glass and syrup. His apron and shirt were pulled up over his head. His pants and briefs crumpled down around his ankles.
“Whathefuck.”
Turner’s sphincter twitched with fear. It felt stretched. And sticky. The inside of his thighs were sticky. His hands felt sticky. Hell, even his face felt caked with…
A majority of the books sold these days are romance.
I need to get on this cash cow and start milking!