They say 20 days to get me the pen… I have a 30 day window to “try” the tablet and return it.
I told them to just give me a refund.
I’m going to take up erotic oragami instead. :(
They say 20 days to get me the pen… I have a 30 day window to “try” the tablet and return it.
I told them to just give me a refund.
I’m going to take up erotic oragami instead. :(
I wanna draw a tentipenis.
WHERE IS MY PEN, WACOM?! And its a federal holiday on money so I probably will not get a replacement in the mail until Tuesday :S I’m going to explode from being unable to draw :p
… Companion drawing tablet shows up. No pen.
SO I blame Mister X for this one. we seem to be on opposite sides of the “porn story” ideas, because where he sees something sexy and kinky funtimes, I see something funny as hell.
We batted around this idea a bit, and I wrote the following. It’s been done fast and the first piece of writing I’ve done since my RPs died. Also first non-rp I’ve done in a while. I hope you like it, X bb.

Glorious XD Ms M wrote up a snippet of the Virgin Sacrifice story. Its exactly the right feel.
Googling images of Polish Hussars to experiment with drawing a Napoleonic ponyplay cavalry unit.
Find images of naked ladies instead. Thanks internet.
In our Dresden RPG we have a rotating GM seat. Each week a different player will be running the game. My session went so well they requested I run the following week. Which, alas, means I get no play time with my character.
So, in revenge, I’m working on a BDSM themed plotline to dump them into the middle of. Human cattle and furniture, total disrespect for humanity, body crafting and similar horrors.
And I want all of this to be the “good guy’s” lair. :p So the players have to work in concert with such an odious individual. And sit on his chairs ;)
I love this pic. Fellows poured some great emotion into the faces of the characters. I wish it had been mine ;) So I hijacked it by writing a story for it (with permission).
It was zeitnot.
His lips quivered as he held the King between his teeth. Sweat dribbled down his face and into his eyes, causing them to water and run as well. Arms straining against rope bindings was the most he could manage to clear his vision.
Liam could see his time ticking away on the game clock. He’d wasted almost three minutes frantically attempting to chain his derailed train of thought together and himself out of this mess. He’d squandered his time early in the game, struggling to move pieces with his mouth and now there was no time left.
Professor Kasparov had a glint in his eyes. A hungry look that said he’d already won. That he intended to stick more than just the White King up Liam’s ass.
Zeitnot.
Earlier, when a Rook he’d advanced with his tongue faltered and then fell to the floor, Kasparov made no move to pick up the piece. Instead he waited, scowling, while Liam awkwardly lowered himself to the ground and retrieved it with his mouth like a dog.
Blushing, he attempted to place it back on the table only to receive a sharp blow from the man’s crop on his already raw butt. Another red welt against a dozen.
“Fuck.” Was all Liam could muster as the piece tumbled away and the boy recoiled in pain.
“Pieces are played while sitting. Pick it up. Sit down and return it to play. Time is ticking.” Came the curt response.
Zeitnot.
Kasparov took his Queen, taunted him with her fallen corpse and a wry grin. All that remained were two very impotent Pawns and an equally useless Whtie King. He could work with this. He could recover. He just had to concentrate. Something he had been unable to do all night.
The confounded vibrator buzzed away on his erect cock. It throbbed needily in discordant time with the ticking of the timer. He was so close to climax, but only close. The vibrator was not enough to finish him. All he could do was whimper through gritted teeth and try to ignore the biological urge.
He licked his lips and stared at the board of black and white through blonde, sweaty hair. All his body was a knot of tension, abs clenching in anticipation. Liam was no chess featherweight. Kasparov would not have taken such an interest in him if that was not the case. Or so Liam told himself a day earlier. It was far too late to be thinking about that now.
Zeitnot.
His brow furrowed with concentration. He stared at the chess board and tried to read a move or two ahead. What Kasparov would do if Liam played here or there. His nipples ached, distracting his planning. He sighed with resignation. No matter what choice he made he was going to get fucked.
Checkmate.
So, in Art Nouveau the human form is frequently used as a structural element rather than a symbolic element. Which speaks to a special place in me ;)
I want to draw a human lamp that is “turned on” by being turned on.
The companion 1 shows up on Wednesday (ideally)…
I’m recovering smoothly from surgery. I get the stitches out tomorrow. Ideally, this will leaves me with a very stiff hand for a few weeks still.
I’m taking an Art Nouveau class from Oxford this semester and its made me want to have a place to art dump the pretty images I find. So I’ve created mista-monsta.tumblr.com for that purpose. Its a mix of high and low art, modern and classical. And of course, any excuse I can find for the unusual. (I’ve already got 15 different instances of forniphilia themed furniture queued up)
Lastly, I think I’ve found a refurbished Cintiq Companion 1 for a reasonable price. Unless the Surface Pro 4 magically appears in the next few days, I will probably acquire the Companion and return to my arting.
As requested, more details about Ceril.
Ceril was born in a poor village in a remote region of Russian in 1810.
There’s a hole in his backstory after this. I thought about having him be raised and trained as a cunning man (folk healer). He was taught that entropy, decay, and disease were actual beings that could be communed with.
The eldest of these entities were called the Pestis Parentis or the First Infections; ancient diseases from which all other pestilences descend. They are sentient and, though they may infect millions at a time, each is a single entity (ie, all malaria is Malaria).