I’m almost done with the first part of the audiobook for the second book out of the Icewind Dale trilogy. Itching to draw more elves, but orcs are pretty steller. Will stream later, I think, if I get the pose sketch done.
For S-Intent : > Still a bit rusty after not drawing for 2 months hmm…
Awh! Thanks. He looks great. :3c
Compressed stream for Plague, Poison. Have I mentioned that I fidget a lot? There’s a chunk missing of the painting process because I did it without streaming. Woo.
Another quick commission, for dead-mans-reel! Damasus sneaking around amid a fog of plague, or something.
This song is addicting…
yeh i sketched porn bc fuck sleep
antaeus is mine, easha is s-intent's
HNN. Unexpected. :3c
So, compressed the two progresses of the sketch into one vid, same for the paint sessions. I love streaming and making vids. :Ia
So, nearly 24 hours with breaks every 3 ~ 6 hours. Definitely going to break it up more. :/a
Full color for my first porn drawing, ever. Aha. I tried, I did good. Next one will be more….hmm…not so hard to color.
Daft Punk - Touch It/Technologic
As I was watching How To Train Your Dragon 2 with s-intent tonight, I got to thinking about my favorite OC, Marcus. I had originally planned that his mother died due to some business with her lover’s wife. So, during the movie, I get to thinking that maybe she’s still alive and looks for her lost son. So I wrote a drabble and the BF is insisting I post it. Keep in mind that Marcus is a worgen thanks to his momma.
Marcus walked down the steps, still groggy with sleep in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting the large paws to grab hold of his arms and be pulled face-to-face with a snarling maw. Now he was awake, albeit a moment too late.
“You! You are the sire-less mutt! The one named Marcus Blue, bastard son of Howard Blue. Is this true?!” The gravelly voice rang through the house like a monstrous roar and arms as thick as tree trunks shook the rogue where he stood. There was nothing he could do to free himself of the worgen’s grasp. “Well?!”
It took Marcus a moment to find the courage to speak. “Y-yes. My name is Marcus. My father wasn’t married to my mother and for that she was… killed. She was the worgen…” The rogue’s eyes were wide, too afraid to blink or look away.
Slowly the clawed hands released him, but the arms wrapped around him instead. “I’ve found you! I’ve found my boy!” the beast cried out. The hug was strong, but not strangling. Tears rolled down furred cheeks, some getting caught on the black hair of the man below. Slowly, the fur receded, and the claws and fangs dulled. Eventually, a woman stood there, holding Marcus and crying.
And there it is.
Baw, Marcus. Yer momma’s muscled and her worgen form would scare the color out of Eric, but he’s happy for you getting your momma back.
(Valorien, my little Fel blood elf trying to show off to s-intent ‘s Warlock Jakkin. If Varekk knew, he’d be very very jealous!)
HNN. Your guy is so tiny.
J - “Right now, you are my pet. You want this, or should I leave you in this cave until you tremble?”
P - “.. n-no…” He could already feel the ache building in his veins.
Art Giveaway Prize for 250 Followers goes to silverruby. Long overdued, but I got the thing done…and all I can say is…