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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

The other pic I was working on for my tutorial is kind of on indefinite hold until I figure out what I really want to do with it.

So here is a quickie show of how I color.

All of my work is done in Corel Painter, to whom I am married.

I use tons of layers. The lineart itself can be multiple layers just for characters, props, whatever. When it comes to coloring I do a layer for every color - all placed beneath the lineart layer. I coloring it by hand with the stylus rather than selecting areas and using the paint bucket.

Once I’ve mapped out all of the colors I do some final tweaking with saturation and color shades. Then its time for shading. Most of my shading is simply done with a smooth round pen brush, each on their own layer. Some times I set the layer to multiply and simply adjust the opacity to get the shading I want. Other times I consult some of my color pallets. A general rule for me is that shading should be less saturated than the parent color and also be a shift towards blue or purple. I like cold shadows.

Some areas need airbrushing to get the vague hint at 3d. I just use the digital airbrush for that. The airbrush is also useful for doing highlights. I tend to cheat for highlights and just set the layer to screen and turn the opacity down. Highlights are only for raised areas - pecs, shoulders, cheeks, etc.

The penultimate highlights - my little balls of white, are just haphazardly thrown about at places that seem to look best. This is a technique I stole from Sarath. I just like the glossy, smooth effect it gives skin.

And that is pretty much it. I don’t do much in the way of uniform “light sources.”

Hopefully this was somewhat informative :p

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Anonymous asked:

Who is the best person that has entered your life recently? Does he inspire any of this? Or is it someone in the past? Or is it yourself?

I don’t think I could quantify one person as “best.” I regularly meet and chat with all kinds of interesting and fun people. Once in a while I meet one that makes me wish the world was a little smaller… But I’m not mushy like that.

Often times individuals I meet will inspire a piece of art. Whether is a hot scene we discuss or simply my desire to draw an individual (because they’re cute and/or because it makes for a nice ‘thank you’).

99.9% of what I draw is myself. I have been interested in kink since I was eight. I drew bondage and slave scenes, I played master and slave with my friends. It wasn’t even sexual until later. Most of my art is an expression of either kinks that are mine or things that will make an awesome pic but isn’t necessarily a major turn on.

Anonymous asked:

I feel oddly intrigued and disgusted with myself when I go through your pages of your blog Sir. It turns me on, but some of the posts freak me out. I don't really know how to say it. But I would love to be your pup boi Sir.

You ought to be ashamed at your sick perversity. ;) 

And not everything I draw is for everyone. I do a pretty wide variety of ideas pandering to a wide audience. But most of what I draw is stuff that interests me or I think would make for a cool pic.

I’m pleased to hear your interest in being a pet. But anonymous pets are very mysterious. ;)

The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that the English language is as pure as a crib-house whore. It not only borrows words from other languages; it has on occasion chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary.

― James Nicoll

The smile wasn’t his, but it was all he could do. That big, dumb comical smile highlighted by the clown makeup. Always he felt the stretch on his face, like the joviality was somehow imprinting itself on his skin.
On the first day he’d seen it - what...

The smile wasn’t his, but it was all he could do. That big, dumb comical smile highlighted by the clown makeup. Always he felt the stretch on his face, like the joviality was somehow imprinting itself on his skin.

On the first day he’d seen it - what he was now. A mirror had been conveniently placed in front of him. He wanted to scream but the inflatable gag made that impossible.

Master had laughed at that. He’d jeered and pointed and pushed at his side making the boy wobble back in forth in place, feeling perilously like he could tip over at any moment. 

There was nothing he could do to stop it. The suit wasn’t simply filled with air, it was some kind of epoxy. He’d felt it against his skin, stiff but flexible, all movement was impossible. Considerations had been taken for his bodily functions but they were as awkward and degrading as the whole monstrosity.

It was two weeks now. He’d done nothing but stand in the corner wobbling, eating whatever liquid was filtered through his gag, and pissing and shitting like an animal. He was a gimmick whenever Master had guests over: an object of derision or comedy.

The smile wasn’t his, but it was all he could do.

***

Last night I had a good conversation with a certain someone who shares my twisted view on kink. In the midst of intense arousal and dark naughtiness came this idea. It was freakish and I could not figure out why it was hot. But it was.

So I churned this out in a matter of hours last night.

I took a few snapshots along the way and I’ll use those for my “tutorial” series since the previous pic seems to be stalled.

latex body suit misterxart
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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.

Depression is humiliating.

If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.

It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.

Depression is humiliating.

No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

So I made a button with my logo on it for a friend. I got to pondering why I don’t just make those available to anyone who wants one.

How awesome would it be to wear them to cons, see others wearing them and share a wink or nod knowing that they are equally perverse. A shared fraternity / sorority / peoplelity of people with questionable taste in porn.

They’re pretty inexpensive. I think with shipping the 3" buttons are 5 bucks. Outlandish for a button, but hey, its an epic button. I tried to remove my cut from the price for the button because its so insignificant that I figured I’d rather just save everyone money in the long run.

http://www.zazzle.com/mister_x_logo_pinback_button-145894095598035164