Games I’m playing now:
- Kentucky Route Zero
- Proteus
- The Bridge
- XCOM
Games I was playing last year:
- The Old Republic
- Mass Effect 3
- Rage
- Other shoot-them-in-the-face-games
I think I’m happier with the current state of games. :3
Games I’m playing now:
Games I was playing last year:
I think I’m happier with the current state of games. :3
Anonymous asked:
You monster! ;)
I like some of it, but its hit or mess depending on the art. Some of it is really bad art >_>
It won’t give up.
It wants me dead.
Goddamn this noise
Inside my head.
Old art.
Getting the idea I drew dark stuff ages ago? :p
So all you get is my take on all the contortion pics I’ve seen. Contortion is so much easier to do when there are no bones stopping you from making a twisted human pretzel. Just need a little rope to keep the pretzel in place.
His limbs are meant to look broken and bent at semi-odd angles but still straight since they all have strain on them.
Old art
The fae had glanced up plaintively when He entered the bedroom. Tentacles coiled about pale flesh and hefted him up into the air. The boy’s only response was a defeated whimper. He knew he was no match for the warlock’s power and strength, especially with his beautiful wings now severed.
He asked no questions as the bleak one’s slimy appendages carried him closer to the grizzly, demonic face. It was in vain all the same. The fiend’s visits, while unexpected, were all for the same goal.
“My mana sssssupply growssss low, little fly.” The dark mage hissed through a grin of shark teeth. Inches from the boy’s face he chuckled. “Good thing I have you.”
With his wings removed Limpin was grounded, as were his magical powers. The energy boiled within him, unable to escape through normal use. To one who knew how it was easily tapped though. Extreme amounts of pain turned the fae into a veritable well of energy.
“Have I sssshown you my leech collection?”
***
Pretty heavy ero-guro stuff from my early days.
Old art
The boy had been told to stay away from the deep waters. It was the source of the bountiful harvests of fish that their nets regularly took in. Though it was the deep waters that the fish came from, the people only fished in the shallows, “so that the deep water would continue to bless them.”
The time of his coming of age ritual was at hand and in order to prove himself the boy decided to do something very stupid: he went fishing in the deep water. He reasoned to himself that there must truly be great fish in that deep abyss to provide so many large fish that they retrieved from the shores.
It was then that he discovered the true source of the fish. His boat overturned and impaled on his own hook, the boy was dragged blubbering and screaming through the water by an unseen attacker before finding himself on the shores of an unknown island. His captor, a horrific amalgamation of human and otherwordly, a deep one, croaked and pointed inland. Gasping for air, he could only cower in terror as he gazed upon the stone edifice of the Temple of Father Dagon.
The Deep Ones would remind him and the village who was the shepherd and who was the herd.
***
The boy started as a pony boy and through a series of slight changes ended up like this, all in an attempt to salvage the image and keep me from killing it off (cuz I really like his body :p).
Be warned, a lot of my early stuff had guro-esque themes.
Old art
“Dude, did you see those girls? Soo hot…” Trian said wistfully, slightly humping the air with his hips. He brushed his hair out of his eyes though it did little good given the amount of gel in it was enough to give it the consistency of most concrete.
August looked back at them and shrugged. Standard fair, really, when you got through the layers of makeup and dye. “Yea … they’re alright.” The youth agreed. Admittedly his interests lay elsewhere but he had yet to confide that fact in anyone else.
“Kiss me.”
“W-wha?" August stammered and swallowed hard.
"Kiss me! Guys kissing turns girls on! They’ll wanna do us.” Deadset on his decision and guided by a large number of blog stories he had read online, Trian edged closer to August nd caught the white-haired boy by the shirt collar.
Possibly at the verge of his only chance to ever kiss his biggest crush, August as not one to argue. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the other boy’s. They were moist with lip balm and tasted faintly of strawberries.
The girls cooed and Trian was getting more into it, his tongue forcing its way past August's lips. The boy whimpered slightly at the penetration, blushing fiercely as his fantasies were being fulfilled. He felt totally out of control as he kissed back frantically which brought a bout of pleased giggles from the onlookers.
The endorsing cheers suddenly transformed into horrified gasps and then screams. Bad things happened when August lost control…
Trian’s eyes popped open and he stared back in horror at August ho was still lost in his paradise.
‘What’s the matter, Trian?' August thought. 'I thought you wanted this.’
***
And so my character August was born. Wrote a collaborative story with Hobbitdragon years ago that was pretty hot. No plans of ever touching it again.
I couldn’t leave well enough alone. A simple kissing pic is never enough for me apparently.
Anonymous asked:
Just treated as animals. I liked the idea and that was all that mattered :p
Old art reposted
The humans were never seen as more than clever apes, so dirty and foul. When the water-borne alien race descended from the sky and began to harvest the planet’s water they thought nothing of the simple creatures that lived there nor the destruction that they wrought.
Operations took longer than anticipated when it was found that precipitation hid in the atmosphere of Earth itself and so the aliens made a base of operations. From there they set about sucking the atmosphere dry.
In the meanwhile a few of the more adventurous invaders took to hunting down the local wildlife - finding them to be apt sources of water as well. This was a surprise as life on their world had developed from silicon.
All that remained were the more elusive prey - the humans. These beasts had taken to hiding in warrens beneath the ruins of their nests (cities) and put up quite a fight when cornered.
The aliens were horribly adapted for the conditions on Earth since they hailed from a watery world. Barely able to hold themselves upright, let alone slither across the ground, they found that within the maze of destroyed buildings there vehicles were too unwieldy and so another solution had to be found…
***
I loved drawing the alien in this pic. This was one of the rare times I did a background for a pic. :p