Just finished book 2 in the Twelve-Fingered Boy series, The Shibboleth. It was good in a very guilty-pleasure sort of way. If I ever commit to a drawing mood, I’m going to draw Shreve.
I do all my drawing on my computer. I use an application called Manga Studio. I’ve tried Photoshop, Painter, and two or three other apps over the years and this one is working best for me.
I don’t really have a guide or tutorial. I’m a big supporter of using reference. Its helped me figure out human anatomy. Plus its an excuse to see nekkid people ;)
This was exactly the sort of evil I had in mind :D
Spotify’s recent personal recommendations for me are doubling down on their certitude that I am a goth.
There were two ways I was going to approach that story. They’re kind of mutually exclusive.
1) Rear Window style mystery where the invalid realizes that his neighbor is keeping a boy prisoner as a sex slave. The invalid has to combat his growing arousal at watching their interactions vs morality
2) The invalid witnesses the boy across the way committing a crime and proceeds to blackmail him into escalating exhibitions (bonus points if the boy still lives at home with his folks)
I’m not a voyeur. I’m not a private detective or a spy or NSA either. I don’t get paid to watch people. If anything, I hate acknowledging that other humans even exist most of the time.
But while I was laid up last summer that changed.
You can only watch TV for so long before it all starts to bleed together. Whodunit of the week, “we can’t let anyone know about our relationship,” shows with no point other than the “to be continued” message at the end.
Reading was out of the question too. My arm didn’t work so I could not hold a book. I’m a Luddite and can’t read on a tablet either.
So it was inevitable that between the many pain-medication induced naps that I’d start people watching. Looking out the window of my top floor apartment I could see the park below, the walkers. Distantly I could see the mist-shrouded mounted. And, lastly, I could look into the windows of the apartment building directly across from me.
The majority of it was mundane. I’ll bore you with that later. The part you care about, and the point of this story, was the guy in room 612 and the thing he did and the things I made him do in front of that window.
Random Rear Window-ish story musings.
2017 goal: learn to put on a pretentious transatlantic accent from watching a lot of William F. Buckley Jr
Post-apocalypse vampire and his feral human pet roving the wastes. Doing what? I dunno. Looking badass I guess.
We knew we were damned that opening night. The curtain rose and the first dancer began stamping out the occulted patterns upon the stage floor with slippered feet.
Lean body outlined in flesh-hugging tights, his thighs and buttocks flexed as though barely constrained. The dissonant strings of the orchestra were barely perceptible when the eyes were so entranced by the skilled performer in the flower of youth.
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Quickie snippet. I’ve tried writing it 8 different ways. I’ll try to come back to it tomorrow
I’ve been told I ought to write more fiction when I’m stuck in an art slump.
So I need to combine gay ballet boys and cosmic horror.
I’ve been told I ought to write more fiction when I’m stuck in an art slump.
thesecretspyer101 reblogged your photoset:He had a name once. Maybe. He probably had…
Now Prisoner 24601. Your time is up And your parole’s begun. You know what that means?
“Yes, it means I’m milked!”
Welcome to 2017.
I ended 2016 with Alan Cumming on my knee >:)
My brother got me Mad Max Black and Chrome edition. I’m in such a post-apocalypse mood right now XD I need an apocalyptic rpg in my life :C
Was really close on two drawings and got burned out this weekend.
Have to try something else this week. I’m the only one in the office so I’ll have plenty of opportunities
Be careful whose lap you sit upon
You might just turn Kris Kringle on
I hate this holiday XD Merry Xmas and shit.
I am scandalized! Why is it not a huge crush?!
This is one of those limits and interests that needs to be outlined at the onset. I’m not a fan of the “whatever sir wants, sir gets” philosophy. Its a relationship, not a fantasy. Both parties involved need to be getting what they want.
Thank you, you’re very kind to say so.
I’m shocked it took me so long to reply to this current batch of asks. >_>
I’m playing a PC game called Beholder.
There’s something sickeningly satisfying about wiring up spy cameras in stranger’s homes and watching them…
That’s not creepy, right?
My posts are pretty awesome, I have to agree ;) I appreciate the sentiment. Sometimes I feel like I’m shouting nonsense at the void. Its good to know someone in the void is listening.
I hope everyone has a bearable holiday. I tend to wither with too much family time.
As for my current favorite drawing… That’s a good question. I think its probably the most recent pillow boy pic. I was really pleased with the lines, the anatomy, and the overall effect of the image.

I think second place is a tie between my fey boy in chastity

and my Wilbur Whately Jr. pic

My catalog of art is getting so deep I forget most of the stuff I’ve drawn >_> But thank you for the excuse to think on it.
That’s the fourth boyfriend I’ve had asphyxiated at an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical.
I’ve been watching Akira, Dragon Ball Z, Naruto, and Avatar in preparation for my Pathfinder game.
We’re supposed to be a subtle group of guerrillas and I’m prepped to drop carts on baddies, duel goons with cabers, and hurtle villains through the sides of castles all while screaming and exploding things around me.
This same time last year I was staying in a German boar hunting lodge drinking Riesling and watching Killer Legends. This week I’m at home drinking framboise and watching The Killing Season. Something about fruity alcohol and Josh Zeman serial killer documentaries…
Random fetish of the moment:
Guys jerking off/getting off while on the phone trying to have a very mundane conversation.
I’m starting to feel like a business professional lately and I hate it. :p
I am gravely disappointed to find that the book, The Philosophy of Spiritual Intercourse, is not erotica.
I changed my nav to include a tags page just to sort through the common fetishes and posts I make.
Does anyone know a better way of doing this on tumblr? Or any tags that I missing?
I kind of want to do a pic about permanent human furniture.
I got awesome seats at Alan Cumming Sings Sappy Songs on New Years Eve. I’m stupidly giddy.
I can see the scars of the vestigial tail! I’m wise to your ways!! :o
I’m glad you found out about Fellows. His art is a hidden treasure of awesome.
He intentionally removed his art from all his previously posted locales, so while it might still be floating in the tumbler aether, it is not centralized or updated by him.