feste cg since i decided he’s transgender and now i want him. typical scenario where your court jester gets heckled and pelted with rotten fruit and you think he’s sexy so you let him take a bath in your chambers
…it’s been so long since i did a CG that i forgot how to do the style i used for alara and francisco. So
black lotus corsairs, scourges of the faerie sea- firethorn the iron elf and their right hand woman briar. both of them are criminals who were ritually mutilated and had their ears clipped as punishment for piracy, with firethorn even having a magic-dampening iron mask nailed onto their head. however, their abilities couldn’t be completely eliminated and they developed a form of anti-magic that utilizes iron weapons to sap the lifeblood of other elves and dampen magical fields of all kinds. they speak mostly in grunts and difficult to understand monosyllabic phrases due to damage to their vocal cords and briar serves primarily to translate for them. she’s a bit of a deviant for being openly female since it’s wildly impolite for elves to diverge from total androgyny, but the elven outlaws of the black lotus are all kind of weird so they’re all fine with it. these specific two have a mysterious relationship that can only be described as deeply codependent and extremely sexual
The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it’s not “for her,” but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they’re enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato’s cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrate. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn’t immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn’t do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn’t last, which made them cherish each other’s touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.
prompt from the latest drawfee “four artists, one prompt”. my immediate thought was a stylish nonbinary femme who’s some kind of conniving secretary. lately every character i draw becomes a vampy demon babe
when a pelican bites you there’s no malice in their eyes. they aren’t upset at you. they are just hungry and want to see if you fit in their mouths. and if you don’t then it’s no problem and everything is fine. and if you do then well i guess your fate is sealed but that’s ok it’s a beautiful animal
it’s my ocs sarah and peter. they are best friends with an extremely profound bond and i kind of ship them but can’t decide if they should be a couple for real so i guess it’s like when writers want to get clout off homoerotic energy without having anyone kiss and their relationship transcends sexuality or whatever
