Do you have any favorite artists that do mostly het stuff?
I am assuming you mean like porn? Hrm….
There are some artists that do mostly hetero porn that I admire in the sense that they have really good sense of composition and color, understand anatomy really well, etc. But that doesn’t necessarily mean I enjoy their erotic art. And to be honest, usually I don’t. I admire their skill, but I find myself rather off put by the content of their erotic art. Usually because it falls under that aesthetic (not just visual but content and subject wise) of being for straight men only, and in that “for straight men” way that -feels- really sexist, exploitative and objectifying of women, and just completely and utterly not for women.
I am not saying they -are- sexist. And I am not saying the are trying to be objectifying. I am just saying that they’re obviously serving a certain audience and popular erotic…aesthetic that is not my thing. And while they are great artists and I am blown away by their talent, I can’t say that I -like- their erotic work.
So I guess the short answer is yes, but only like very few? Haha. The only artists I can immediately think of who do hetero erotic work (though I wouldn’t say the first two do het stuff predominantly) that feels like it is for a much broader audience than straight men and is totally and utterly appealing and arousing are ghostgreen, jessfink, and orpheelin. But if you’ve been following me long, you’ll notice that my tastes are mostly for gay erotica, and the above paragraphs are the reason why.
You should check out Slipshine though, Anon! A great website of erotica that is for a made for men and women (though women predominantly I think?) with a great range of genres, sexual orientations, and subject matter. Same goes for Smut Peddler! Now that is the kind of erotica that I like.
Smut ficlets by you?? If it's not too much trouble I would love to see something between San and Zai, or San and Rashmi. Possibly one of them hitting on/flirting with the other in a way you think is likely to happen. I think your oc's are interesting and would love to see them in writing!
((Thank you so much! I hope you didn’t mind me taking a bit of time on this. The Bloodletter universe and its characters are still new to me. But prompts like this are a great way to explore them!))
"You’re boring me, shaman," Zai drawled. The Sky Serpent was draped languidly on the plush divan, the tip of his long tail swaying idly over the side. The middle was coiled beneath Aliz, who was happy to sit still and behave as long as its master continued feeding it from the bowl of sugared dates.
San grunted, lifting his pink-red eyes from his work long enough to watch Zai dangle another fat morsel of fruit above the djindi’s face. It chittered excitedly, lifting its blunt nose and small paw-like hands to Zai’s long, jeweled fingers to grab them and pull them down to its mouth. “You look amused enough,” the shaman growled, and turned his attention back to his table. It was littered with piles of herbs, bottles of liquids, bowls of powders, and a myriad of other items meticulously arranged around a large book. Delicately holding a small measuring spoon between his large, taloned fingers, he scooped up a bit of pungent ochre granules and added them into a small bowl. The other hand held the pen that glided in tight, precise symbols and letters across a half-blank page.
Smiling fondly as Aliz sweetly chewed its treat, Zai stroked the djindi’s brightly colored hair. “Aliz always amuses me.” The djindi perked at the sound of its name, then giggled when Zai’s long gilded claw tickled its round belly. “You, on the other hand, are as about as interesting as a clump of wet shit sometimes.”
San’s large nose flared as he snorted. “Then let me be wet shit right now and take yourself elsewhere, little serpent. I am not here to amuse you.”
Zai pursed his thick mouth in a pout and pushed himself up from the divan. His ice-blue robe fell around his long, slender legs as he strode away from the chair. San sat on the floor on a short, legless stool. For all his largeness and hulking form, the shaman had perfect posture when he worked. His rocky, pronounced spine was rigidly straight, broad shoulders squared. It tickled Zai that San’s serious demeanor extended not only to his gruff tone and clipped words, but even the way he sat.
That never deterred Zai. Kneeling behind the shaman, he leaned against San’s back, slender hands smoothing over the muscled shelf of his shoulders. His chest bare between the fluffy trim of his robe, the saraph’s hard nipples grazed lightly against San’s back. His ashen-brown skin had a rough, scaly texture; the feel of it against his breasts made Zai shudder.
Zai encircled San’s shoulders and neck with his long arms. His belled shelves draped against his chest and the claw-tips of his finger cuffs scratched lightly against San’s pectorals. “You work too much,” the saraph cooed against his thick ear.
San grunted, but the sound turned into a growl as Zai’s flat teeth nibbled and tugged on his earlobe. “Tell that to your master,” he replied.
"I do," Zai giggled, nuzzling San and putting his chin on his shoulder. The kavaa’s black hair was thick but soft, and the saraph trilled as he pushed his face into the locks hanging over San’s broad shoulder. "I tell her all the time that she should not be so demanding of you. That she should allow you to take an assistant so that you have more time for me. And yourself.
The shaman snorted again. “So you can be even more demanding than she is?” Zai’s soft, petal-like tongue flicked out against one of the bright red, sensitive crevices of skin in between the segments in his neck, and San sighed. “Zai’saph, I am busy.”
"You are always busy." As sinuous as a cat, Zai crawled around the large shaman, over his thigh into his lap. Bracing his hands on the edge of the table behind him, Zai pushed himself onto its surface, sitting on the shaman’s book. San glared at him indignantly, yet the expression quickly dissolved as Zai’s long, stilted legs parted, the opening of his robe sensually draping open over his thighs.
San’s hands were on them before he could help himself, clawed fingers kneading and caressing the pale, orchid-purple legs appreciatively. “You are always distracting,” he countered, low voice absent of irritation. Thumbs pressing into the fleshy junctures between Zai’s legs and pelvis, San watched his genitals unfurl and blossom like flower. The long, textured cock swelled into an impressive erection while the petals beneath opened and quivered.
"Distractions can be good for your productivity," Zai replied. He watched San’s nostrils flare, the red vents on his large nose opening as he caught the alluring scent of the saraph’s arousal. San’s claws retracted to small nibs on the tips of his fingers; Zai sighed as they petted over the mound of his sheath. "Reward yourself, shaman, and you will feel more inclined to finish your work so that you can reward yourself later again."
Pink eyes lifting to Zai’s flushed, devious face, San snickered. “Do not act as if this is not a selfish ploy, little serpent.” The shaman leaned forward and over Zai’s crotch. He inhaled deeply, drawing the scent and heat of his aroused body into his nose. His long tongue snaked out of his mouth, and Zai mewled and shuddered as it teasingly flicked against the crown of his penis.
"And do not act as if you do not yearn for my distractions, Sanguine," Zai replied in a breathy murmur. His legs widened and he leaned back further as the shaman’s dark, tendril-like tongue slithered down the underside of his cock, undulating into the folds of his sheath. Whimpering, the Sky Serpent bit his lower lip and pushed his hand gently into the shaman’s dark hair. "Let’s just enjoy distracting one another in this moment."
Tmirai, I have huge problem. There hasn't been any troll naughty stuff on my dash for ages and I'm getting desperate. How can I overcome this serious situation? Pls send halp.
WHAT?! How did this happen?! Won’t someone think of the troll loving perverts?!
Do not worry, sweet Myrrde. I will go forth and try to find some troll naughty stuff for you!
But if you want to read some troll naughty stuff (well…troll naughty stuff that happens between really good story), might I suggest “Middle Distance" by martymuses, an awesome troll-centric fan fiction with some naughtiness and just really good trollin’.
If you ever have an issue or thought you want an outsider’s opinion on or some friendly, open advice, my ask is always there for you. If you ever want to see the sorts of advice I’ve given before, or other advice I think is good, check my advice tag.
ssapdra said: *A* they are perfect, was they made as custom fit? because they looks perfectly in place! cannot wait to see more of your cosplay :3
The tusks come with this little bit of thermoplastic that you melt in boiling water, press into the tusks, then push the tusks over your teeth. You wear them for about 15 minutes until the plastic hardens, then take them out and allow them to cool. You’ve then got a perfect mold of your teeth made! The plastic is hard, so the tusks will snap in perfectly every time! What’s best about the plastic is that should you need to refit your teeth at any time, it’s as easy as re-boiling it and re-fitting them. Unlike other dental prosthetic adherents (like the kinds used for fangs or dentures and such), the thermoplsatic can be re-softened over and over and never deteriorates. I don’t know why more dental prosthetic aren’t fit that way.
I cannot express enough how awesome of a job drillbot did. He is the one that custom made the tusks for me and Marty, so please give him your business should you need orc teeth made. He also does other cosplay props!
Guh I did nothing but boring freelance work today. Lots of last minute work and a terrible client phone call. And now it’s only 12:30 and I want to art but so brain dead.
Mebbe I will actually stream tomorrow. It’s been a while. I want to finish Mr. Leon Babycakes Cutie Pie McHotStuff and maybe draw some bondage because I’ve been wanting to draw Varhys on a leash because he’s a tool in RP.
But for now I’m just going to drink this last bottle of cider and pass the fug out
On the night of April 14, 2014, hundreds of schoolgirls at the Chibok boarding school in northeastern Nigeria awoke to the sound of gunfire. They saw men in camouflage approaching and thought soldiers were coming to save them from a militant attack, …
Sadly, other movements of internet activism have pushed this story to the wayside. We do not want to forget Ferguson, and we do want to continue talking about sexism in prominent popular cultures, and we do want to have discussions about mental health and wellness being ignored by our country. But please do not forget these women are still missing.
Whoah, those are giant tusks! Don’t they feel weird?
Kinda? I mean, having any sort of prosthetic in your mouth feels weird, haha. But you get used to them after a little bit. They aren’t very hard to talk around, save for saying anything with a p-sound or that involves lip pursing. You have to learn how to swallow too, which is difficult at first then you get the hang of it. You can apparently eat and drink with them, but I feel like that’d just be messy. They’re so easy to take out and put back in, so there is no need.
Doing some research for RP and I came across these two, Arille Azuregaze and Amisi Azuregaze, the bartender and innkeeper at the Legerdemaine inn and tavern in Dalaran
Let me tell you how much I love canon relationships between characters of significantly different skintones (and, for bonus, different races). I have a new favorite canon ship besides Koltira and Thassarian (because yes it’s fucking canon I don’t care what anyone even Blizz says.)
Hello, I have a couple of questions about the art exchange! I'm thinking of entering, but I haven't done any pictures of the character I'd like with his gear equipped - can I use in-game screenshots as references? And how do we submit our pieces once they're finished?
Yes! Your references can include screenshots, model viewer images, etc. if you want to include things like armor, clothing, weapons,and such.
But this brings up a point I did not consider and should add (and I’m not saying you did this, but your request brought up the thought):
Please do not include “requests” or any sort of details about a desired or specific composition, pose, detail, etc. in your sign ups. These art exchanges are -not- requests. Think of them as gift arts, done without your knowledge by someone that wanted to surprise you with art. It is a good idea for you to provide details and references, like what your character is likely to wear and their personality, so that your artist can have a good sense of who they are without talking to you.
If your artists feels inclined to draw your character with their armor on, that’s great. But if they decide they’d rather not because they aren’t comfortable drawing armor or they want to do something Hallow’s End themed, etc., they totally have that option. Your artist should feel free to do whatever they like with your character (within polite consideration of all of the details about them, of course).
On the subject: skimming the entries, I’ve seen quite a few mentions of “this character is usually seen with this sort of pet”. This detail is okay because pets aren’t considered secondary characters sorta. But just keep in mind that your artist may or may not decide to use extra details like that, and that is totally up to them.
for the smut ficlet: rimming, ass worship (female characters please)
"Your ass looks like the blue moon."
Giggling, Siku’dani looked over her shoulder, rose-pink eyes crinkled with amusement. “Ya be waggin’ I got a fat backside fen’di?” she tittered. Her hands were indulgently rubbing the draenei woman’s long, hoofed legs. Many trolls found them (and their tails) strange, but Siku’dani thought they were rather appealing. Maybe that was just her bias for the race.
Yameela’s hands might have been small, but they were rough, and the troll could feel their strength behind each kneading squeeze on her round buttocks. “Yes, I -am- saying you have a fat backside, Siku,” the draenei chuckled. Petting over the druid’s furry skin, Yameela’s tendrils coiled against the sensitive skin in between Siku’dani’s pelvis and thighs. “I like it very much.”
The troll shuddered and let out a feline purr. Yamela’s lips pecked teasingly around the folds of her sex and over the little bit of skin between it and her tight hole. “So I see,” she growled quietly and turned her head to kiss the draenei’s inner thigh. Her lips were distracted by a moan, drawn from her lips at the first caress of the shaman’s wet tongue. It flicked, light and teasing, up and down the little space of skin between the two holes Siku’dani wished it would be more attentive to. But there was no hurry, not while the rains of Felwood fell so heavy and would continue to well into the late evening. They’d have all night to enjoy their unexpectedly shared desires in the dry warmth of the hunter’s tent.
It was the smaller hole that Yamela’s tongue chose first. Siku’dani’s breath was warm and moist against her dark purple thigh, huffing in soft pants as the artful organ licked, swirled, and dipped between her buttocks. The tendrils were just as articulate, writhing and stroking against her wet sex. One even found the small bump of he clitoris.
"Nnnn…" Biting her lip, Siku’dani wriggled restlessly on top of her new lover, but Yameela’s hands squeezed and pulled her back again before resuming their worshipful petting. The draenei’s face pressed between the mounds of her blue, striped ass, and the druid yowled in pleasure as tongue and tendrils both delved deeper inside.