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I could not settle on a version I liked best. So I posted all three.
Originally just a body exploration drawing, this picture is proof that I have no idea what I am doing when I sit down to draw. It went from “I want tentacles instead of a cock” to “Day of the Tentacle tattoo!” to “I want to draw it like a Mucha poster” to “Hey, didn’t Wilbur Whateley have tentacles from the waist down? Maybe this is his perfected child.”
Wilbur Whateley Jr. Beautiful, horrible, doom of the earth, spoiled brat. “Wait until my grandfather arrives. Then you’ll be sorry!”
Born from the unholy alliance between myself and Mr. X, I give you my first tentacle drawing.
Really, it was an excuse to have our collaboration. This guy Mr. X can not only draw like a bad-ass, he can bring colors to the page like I’ve never seen before. He really brought to life my lines and I couldn’t be happier. My favorite parts are the little dots of white he places on skin like they’re reflections or something. I could never think of that.
To check out his work, hit up: misterchristianx.tumblr.com/
Whew… This pic almost didn’t happen. I got stalled out bad but HobbitDragon came to the rescue with some tentacle drawing love.
It’s a scene from the collab he and I have been writing - August’s showery encounter with hot jock Roth.
I’m really happy with August but Roth has issues :p He’s also one of the few times I’ve tried to draw a guy with some muscle on him so I suppose it’s excusable. I think the shading was the larger issue. <shrugs> Ah well, August came out cute and he’s the one that matters.
Note: At this point in the story August’s hair is still black. I wanted to do it white but HobbitDragon totally twisted my arm and pushed me down.
Don’t ask where this idea came from. I was writing porn with HobbitDragon and out of the blue had this image come to mind. It was a good chance to do a light study.
So I decided it was high time I revisited August now that I’ve got the style thing under my belt. No real story this time - I just wanted an excuse to draw a cute ass, tentacles and toy with hair styles some more.
I’m really happy on all counts with this piece. I may have gone a little overboard on the shading but I was enjoying myself so its excusable, I think. :p
I still have no idea what it is that is living inside of August, how it got there, what it wants and why it seems to like to undress him in public places. Some day I’ll figure that out…
I dunno. The thought of a boy with different naughty bits has been in the back of my mind for a while as kind of a secret fetish. I finally put it to paper. I also drew a penis version but it felt cheap since it defeated the whole purpose of the picture.
The plague doctor tentacle monster strangely came into being out of nowhere. Just a bunch of ideas that coalesced at the right time.
I really like the style for this pic. This is what I’ve been trying to do for a while now. Looks less shota-esque to me at least. :p
It had been almost a full week since his stomach had swelled up like that of a pregnant woman. It was tender and sore and August found himself constantly suffering from cramps. On more than one occasion he was certain he had felt something move there inside him.
Doctor West had said that the bloating about the boy’s stomach was more than likely something he had eaten recently or gas, surely not a tumor or anything serious. “Keep an eye on it and if things don’t get better in a week we’ll take you in for an ultrasound. Probably just gas.” He had said reassuringly.
This was not gas and in that moment in the hall August’s suspicions were confirmed. Something within him heaved and the boy doubled over there in the halls in pain and horror, clutching at his mid-section. It squirmed and scurried about his guts, like feelers stretching out through all his body.
Then it happened. August screamed loudly as he felt something force its way out from between his legs. Then another and another. The boy’s shrill cry echoed through the corridors of the school as he felt certain that he was going to be torn in half. Blood trickled down his thigh as, through squinted eyes, August saw the cause of his stomach pains…
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Inspired by the previous emo boys tentacle kiss.
Yet another pic ruined by a crap background. Its missing the crowd, the full color background, slimy tentacles, blood trickling down the leg and a few other things. But again, I reached the point where it was either stop now or I will throw the picture as I try to add more.
I spent ages on this one toying with color schemes and changes to my overall drawing style. I’m rather pleased with the boy. Its one of those pictures where I sit back, look at it and think to myself, “I drew *that*?”
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.
Tentacles can be used for snuggling, apparently. Inspired while listening to Lordi’s “Would You Love a Monster Man.” Can’t even tell the tentacle beastie is me. I’ve improved since those days. :p