More progress.
Nick doesn’t fuckin’ care if you’ve been bad or good and he ain’t got no list. He only cares that you’re cute, alone, and no one is looking.
Need an awful Christmas-themed logo, slogan or something for his shirt.
Work in progress pic for Rudy for Santa’s Roadside Horror Show set. First time using Paint Tool Sai. I really like it.
I get in the Christmas spirit. Really.
There should be a full body pic and story to follow. Working on St Nick right now.
Being daring and giving Paint Tool Sai a go.
Evolution of the punching bag pic. From sketch to sketch to whatever this is. Headless … sketch.
Needs a face, some more gear, a lot of bruises, and potentially a line of boxers queuing up.
I’m proud of the tummy pooch. Interesting that this became a kink for me. Compare with my early stuff where everyone had a six pack and abs of steel.
Its porn, not new age. Why is there music in porn? Why does it often times drown out all the other audio?
I don’t care if I can hear the camera man coaching the models. But I certainly don’t want to listen to Yanni while a scene plays out.
Anonymous asked:
I only follow a very short list of artists on Tumblr. Largely because they are friends I’ve known for several years and artists I greatly respect. I don’t actually browse a lot of art-porn.
On Tumblr:
Claw of the Fallen. Futanari, rubber gear, tentacles, wild flights of fancy.
Fellows. Boys in bondage at the hands of unsavory men.
Fyodor Pavlov. Classily-dressed gentlefolk.
Lord Dragon Master. Delightful rubber gear and pet play scenes.
Elsewhere:
Danaume. My source for boys with pussies and groan-worthy jokes.
Kalabro. The single artist I’ve followed online the longest.
What would a scene from the Erotic Tea-Service World Championship look like?
Anonymous asked:
Not sure what that means.