Idea: Huge Sperm
Experimental drug that causes sperm to grow to an inch or more in size. Climax becomes slightly more horrifying a prospect.
Experimental drug that causes sperm to grow to an inch or more in size. Climax becomes slightly more horrifying a prospect.
Ford Tillinghast thought the illustrations and diagrams in the old battered book he found in Grandpa’s attic were edgy and cool. So cool that he got a couple tattooed.
Then the weird visions started. He could see Them, the Others, ignored and trapped within a ghostly overlay of our world. Hungry, lonely, and indescribable. All too quickly he discovered they were also horny… and he’d just etched sigils from a copy of The Laws of Ruin all over his body.
Permanently.
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Invisible sex with alien entities anywhere and everywhere all of the time? Check.
Idea is a combo of reading Lovecraft’s “From Beyond” and a short description of Las Regias de Ruina included in Nate Pedersen’s “The Starry Wisdom Library” (which is a great book for Lovecraftian bibliophiles and book arts folk).
I want to do a series of Polaroid photos. Either crime scene photos or from a “collector”
I blame browsing through Dino Valls art books again and the detached eroticism he applies. Intense faces.
Story told from perspective of big, clever baddie who describes all the kidnappings, torments, and abuses he rains down on his victims.
I’ve always wanted a darker cyberpunk. Something like Remember Me’s dark underbelly full of broken people, Necromunda’s filthy grit, Silent Hill’s constant creep factor, Island of Doctor Moreau science gone too far, and a return to the dark ages.
In big city sprawls, humans hunker down in small “villages” as protection against the depredations of the new nobility (corporate officials warped beyond human recognition by body modifications), bandits and broken folk, wild game, and so on. They farm, hunt, and do all the other peasant things as tenants on the nobles’ lands.
Firearms have become so complex that its impossible for the common man to maintain them - electric charges, ion cells, biocircuitry - so they are the domain of the nobility.
Some find themselves working as servants and staff in the great houses. Islands of humanity in an ocean of modified, subverted, horrifying monsters. All with an eye towards stealing your face or turning you into something more entertaining.
Computer game where you travel the apocalypse ravaged landscape looking for bois and toys to take home to your brothel and put them to work with their unique skills.
Partial credit goes to thecoyotekid.
Sketchdump. Nothing is really jiving for me at the moment.
Revist on a couple older drawings, random doodles for others.
Boy sitting awkwardly to the side of one of the public dryers, looking impatiently at the clock, wearing nothing more than a chastity cage.
Memory re-writing as a kink.