Someone pick a color for this sci fi boy’s hair.
Not pink
Has it really been over a year since I’ve drawn anything kinky? The hell happened…
So when are we gunna get a remake of Salo?
yesimplotting replied to your photo: Daud Crowhurst. Half-ghoul ninja. He is a…
What game is this for? Asking for a friend >.>
This is my current Pathfinder. Usually I include the game system with character portraits - forgot this time.
Who stole Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da from Spotify?!
impioussaint replied to your post: This weekend there will be porn drawing >_>
Still waiting on porn… <.<
Yea… I was hoping no one noticed that failure :p
I’m so uninspired on all things erotical. All my drawing recently has been character portraits which don’t really have a place on this tumblr =/
This weekend there will be porn drawing >_>
Brother Mnason’s crush just got shot to pieces tonight. Our next session will probably see him using forbidden magics to save Hezekiah… and damn Mnason in the process.
This game clicked too well for me XD
No. 6 betrayed me. :C
Kicked off a campaign of Dogs in the Vineyard last night. Possibly the coolest RPG I’ve played yet. I’ve had it on my wishlist for years.
Oddly enough our group ended up with all the trappings of a stereotypical boy-love anime. The game won’t go that direction but I may sink some time into a half-assed NaNoWriMo based around this.
A pair of novice Dogs who are sent out into the West to do good. One born with a silver-spoon in his mouth, but genuinely amazing at everything he does. The other an outcast with a history of dark secrets who desperately wants acceptance by the Faithful.
Listening to the dissonant soundtrack of the first episode of Burn’s Vietnam documentary series I knew those sounds were Trent Reznor.
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.