thetruehentaiaddict

Starving artist needs cash again, so commissions are open once more!

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COMMISSIONS

PRICES:
sketch = $5 (CLOSED DUE TO A BUSTED SCANNER)
lineart = $10
color = $20

EXTRAS:
extra characters = +$5 each
hentai = +$20 (taken, therefore it's closed)
use of my OCs = +$15
tremendously oversized and/or lactating breasts = no extra charge

SPECIAL OFFER:
$10 commissions

I'm willing to draw a full-body portrait of a character of your choice (unless it's fanart or belongs to me) in a sexy swimsuit of your choice, fully colored with a simple color fill as background for only $10. If you don't have any ideas for a swimsuit, though, just give me $15 and let me go wild.

THE FINE PRINT (READ CAREFULLY):

1.Stuff I will draw:
–lesbians
–herm / transgender
–anal
–bakunyuu (ultra huge breasts, lactating optional)

2. Stuff I will NOT draw:
–yaoi (I’m straight, therefore I don’t draw that - no offense)
–extreme bondage
–loli or shota
–zoophilia or bestiality
–necrophilia
–S&M
–scat (including “watersports”)
–hentai scenes involving specific characters of mine who don’t belong together (more on that later)
–fan art

3. Stuff I WILL draw, but for a price:
–bondage = +$25
–inflation = +$15 (except breast inflation - no extra charge on that one)
–furry/anthro = +$10
–male/herm sex = +$15/$20 (depending on who’s nailing who)

IMPORTANT THINGS TO CONSIDER:

1. Pay first - I need cash to work (PayPal only).

2. Since I'm still in college, all drawings may take somewhere between 2-14 days each (quicker if you contact me on a weekend).

3. If for some reason you wish to cancel, I'll:
--a. refund everything if I haven't started yet, or
--b. refund an appropriate part and send back a finished sketch or lineart (depending where I left off).

Slots:
1. - swimsuit (working on it)
2. - hentai (will start after finishing the first one)
3. *open*
4. *open*
5. *open*

Still interested? Comment here or send me a PM.

It's here:
http://thetruehentaiaddict.hartists.net/gallery/submission/15193

College is way harder than I thought it would be, so I haven't had time to work on the page.
I just started inking it - expect it sometime this week.

Sorry for the delay, but at least it's almost done!

Just turned one year older yesterday (Nov. 7).
Lucky me. --insert sarcastic remark here--

Well, for a birthday away from my family, it was actually pretty good. I met up with the author of "Templar, Arizona" (check it out: http://www.templaraz.com/ ), and she taught me how to ink and draw comics a lot better (thanks, Spike!). Now i feel more confident - hell, I might even translate some of my stories and turn 'em into webcomics! Maybe I'll start with "Broken Heart Sonata" (Jeremy and Lil's story).

First things first, though: materials. Let's see...she said "an 11x14 sketch pad, India ink and a size 0 watercolor brush." However, I've got two problems:

1. No art store within walking distance (I have no car), and

2. No cash on my PayPal account to buy 'em online (oh, joy).

*sigh* Story of my life.

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COMMISSIONS

PRICES:
sketch = $5
sketch + lineart = $10
sketch (depending on quality) + lineart + color = $20

EXTRAS:
extra characters = $5 each
hentai = $20 (currently closed - sorry!)
use of my OCs = $15
tremendously oversized and/or lactating breasts = no extra charge

SPECIAL OFFER:
Swimsuit commissions

I'm willing to draw a full-body portrait of a character of your choice (unless it's fanart or belongs to me) in a sexy swimsuit of your choice, fully colored with a simple color fill as background for only $15. If you don't have any ideas for a swimsuit, though, just give me $10 and let me go wild.

IMPORTANT THINGS TO CONSIDER:

1. Pay first - I need cash to work (PayPal only).

2. No yaoi! (male w/ herm is acceptable, though)

3. Since I'm still in college, all drawings may take somewhere between 2-14 days each (quicker if you contact me on a weekend).

4. If, for some reason, you wish to cancel, I'll:
--a. refund everything if I haven't started yet, or
--b. refund an appropriate part and send back a finished sketch or lineart (depending where I left off).

Slots:
1. *open*
2. *open*
3. *open*
4. *open*
5. *open*

Still interested? Comment here or send me a PM.

My first commission:
http://thetruehentaiaddict.hartists.net/gallery/submission/14698

I thought no one would buy commissions from me - guess I was wrong.
Thanks, Steve!

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COMMISSIONS

PRICES:
sketch = $5
sketch + lineart = $10
sketch (depending on quality) + lineart + color = $20

EXTRAS:
extra characters = $5 each
hentai = $20 (currently closed - sorry!)
use of my OCs = $15
tremendously oversized and/or lactating breasts = no extra charge

SPECIAL OFFER:
Swimsuit commissions

I'm willing to draw a full-body portrait of a character of your choice (unless it's fanart or belongs to me) in a sexy swimsuit of your choice, fully colored with a simple color fill as background for only $15. If you don't have any ideas for a swimsuit, though, just give me $10 and let me go wild.

IMPORTANT THINGS TO CONSIDER:

1. Pay first - I need cash to work (PayPal only).

2. No yaoi! (male w/ herm is acceptable, though)

3. Since I'm still in college, all drawings may take somewhere between 2-14 days each (quicker if you contact me on a weekend).

4. If, for some reason, you wish to cancel, I'll:
--a. refund everything if I haven't started yet, or
--b. refund an appropriate part and send back a finished sketch or lineart (depending where I left off).

Slots:
1. *open*
2. *open*
3. *open*
4. *open*
5. *open*

Still interested? Comment here or send me a PM.

WARNING: FOLLOWING TEXT CONTAINS A LOT OF RANT
VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK

"Life sucks, then you die."

Truer words have never been said. Here I am, drinking some root beer on my dorm room (they don't allow alcohol here, so no Bailey's for me), hungry after eating the last meal in my refrigerator, and I look at my wallet - thirty bucks and an expired coupon. *sigh* When I finally decided to move out for college, I seriously wasn't expecting this.

Oh, well, time for my desperation move:
Commissions.

That's right - I, the laziest artist around, have decided to open commissions. Why? 'Cause I'm hungry. Even a lazy bastard like myself starts working when he's hungry. Sad, but true.

Anyway, I'll just put the prices here:

sketch: $5
lineart: $10
color: $20

extra char.: +$5 each
hentai: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I'm still too lazy for that!!!!)
nude: no extra cost

Payments are PayPal only.

First person to buy one gets 50% off.

Slots available:

1. - Trixie pic (color) - finished: http://thetruehentaiaddict.hartists.net/gallery/submission/14698

2. *open*

3. *open*

That is all.

RANT OVER

After a painful 4-month delay, I've finally started on chapter 3 of my "Heavy Addictions" story (I publish it on HF - link on userpage).

Here's a small (comparatively speaking) teaser - this isn't even halfway through the chapter, btw. As soon as I finish the rest, I'm gonna go over it and change some stuff so it looks better - this is just a rough draft.

Oh, and if Zab (by some otherworldly miracle which I cannot explain) sees this, please, PLEASE add a story gallery so I can finally leave the crap-fest that is HF! Please!

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Chapter 3:
Xilah

<<Just give up, already!>>

Shut up.

<<I’m serious. She’s like a ghost, that one—been trying to find her myself for years. You just got lucky that time.>>

Shut up!

<<Look, I’m warning you—if you don’t stop looking for Vivia right now, I am SO gonna—>>

“SHUT UP, ALREADY—oh, crap.” All over the alleyways, the infected ones rose from their deep slumber and were suddenly ready to pounce.

<<You IDIOT!!!>> Sapi screamed at the back of my mind.

“Do me a favor, Sapi,” I said as I slashed my assailants into ribbons. “SHUT UP!!!”

<<Well? What have we learned today?>>

“To start ignoring the nagging voice in my head?”

Sapi sighed. <<Idiot. What kind of retard goes out searching for someone AT NIGHT in an alleyway filled with mindless zombies looking for someone to fuck? This isn’t your home world, child—you may be used to walking alone at night back home, but here, I rule these streets—YOU’RE just a tourist, completely unaware of the dangers awaiting in—>>

“Look, if I go find a shelter, will you finally shut up?”

<<Just do so before I throw a Star Trek reference—gods know they are WAY overused.>>

“Seriously? I haven’t noticed…”

<<You’re not a fan of Star Trek, are you?>>

“Nah, I’m more of a Star Wars kinda guy—”

<<Girl. You’re a girl now, remember?>>

“Whatever.”

I started cleaning up the swords when I noticed a crack in both of them. Seems they won’t last another battle.

<<A pity, really. I sensed strong magic in them—you don’t see swords of that caliber anymore, even in a magically-saturated place like this one.>>

“Yeah…I wonder—”

<<Mind voice, please—we’re still in danger.>>

Sorry. But anyway, I wonder why my dad had this back home?

<<Who knows? Let’s just get outta here before more infected people get here…or worse…>>

Worse?

<<Don’t ask.>>

Right…

Making sure I had everything, I put the swords in my backpack and started climbing the building beside me. Even with my weaker constitution, I was light enough back then that climbing was a breeze—which really helped satisfy my kleptomania, if you know what I mean. I was heavier now, but my newfound strength helped me climb even faster than before, which would’ve been great except for these—

“Stupid F-cup breasts…” I groaned at about floor 53.

<<Just be glad they’re natural—silicone breasts don’t squish enough for you to climb well.>>

“Yeah, yeah…I’m just glad I’m used to climbing buildings.”

<<That explains how you managed to get from floor one to floor sixty in two minutes.>>

“This strength is amazing—usually I take that long to get to floor thirty!”

<<Uh, kid?>>

“Yeah?” I hurried a bit, since it started to rain.

<<How old were you when you were human?>>

“Why do you ask?”

<<’Cause the only humans I’ve seen with such speed and stamina are immortals—well, except for this 19-year-old kid I met once, but he was…uh, never mind. So how old are you? Two hundred? Three?>>

“Thirteen—wha!” Slipped at floor 77. I grabbed a ledge on floor 74 and stayed there—the rain made the walls too slippery to continue from outside.

<<1,300 years old? Huh…I thought you were younger…>>

“I am,” I said as I tried to dry my tails with a wind spell. “I’m thirteen—period.”

<<WHAT?!?!? But you look like 21!!!>>

“Uh, magic portal, remember?”

<<Oh, yeah. Well, at least you get a glimpse at the adult world a bit earlier than expected.>>

“Actually, I’ve been living in that world for years. Still a virgin, though—just ask my sister.”

<<So she inherited Vivia’s libido, I’m guessing?>>

“Doubt it.” I forced open the elevator door and cut the ropes with my sword, thereby dropping the elevator. Judging by the screaming moans I heard from it as it came down from a higher floor, I’m guessing I also took out a couple of beasts. “I mean, Vivia was horny, but my sister’s a lot worse—like a cat in heat, she just pounces and won’t stop until satisfied. Only that nympho’s never satisfied—DAMMIT!!!”

© José M. Nieves. All rights reserved.

End of teaser (too bad, eh?)

Requiem Of The Hearts:
Broken Heart Sonata

Prologue:
Broken heart, broken mind

“All passengers, please fasten your seatbelts,” the captain’s voice echoed in the ship. “The ship will be leaving the stratosphere in 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .”

A strong force seemed to knock back the ship, but the people on board were already used to it. After all, this wasn’t their first time traveling to space.

“Passengers, we have now reached outer space. We will be turning on the artificial gravity field in a few moments, so please remain seated until the sign overhead turns off.”

The young fortune-teller paid the voice no mind. Still looking out the window, she wiped the tears off her face. Her lover, a young demon living on Earth, was dead. He saved her from Hell, from all those drugs she was forced upon by her demonic captives who wanted to turn her into their slave. He loved her more than anything, and she knew it—she had, of course, read his mind. His love was so great, even, that angels came down from Heaven, for the Almighty One would grant him one wish.

“I used to wish every night,” she remembered him say, “that I would one day become human. That’s all I ever wanted. But now, I have another wish—one far more important than my selfish desires.” But she would never know what it was, for his brother—a demon assassin sent by Satan himself—stabbed his heart the moment he was about to speak, because “demons with hearts shall not be allowed to live outside Hell, else their existence causes humans to cease fearing them.”

“The artificial gravity field has been turned on. You may now feel free to move about the ship. Passengers who have yet to remove their human cloaking devices may do so now. We shall be arriving to our destination on the next galaxy in fifteen minutes.”

All around the ship, people stood up and removed seemingly invisible devices from their heads, shoulders and/or backs, depending on the person, thereby revealing their animal traits. Some people grew fur, some scales, others just grew ears and tails, their human ears disappearing through the skin. Some even grew wings, revealing themselves as angels who wished to spread the word of God across the universe, or demons who grew hearts and are escaping from Hell, which, thankfully, exists only on Earth. The girl, too, stood up and removed a device from her pink hair, and two small cat ears popped out from her head. She also removed her belt from her jeans, which was also a cloaking device, and let her tail come out. She then placed the device on her bag along with the rest of her meager belongings: a katana that belonged to her late sister; her fortune-telling outfit, which she used to wear most of the time; a bracelet given to her by an old demonic friend; and the ring that her boyfriend used to proposed to her.

“Oh, gods, why?” she asked for the umpteenth time. “Why do you keep doing this to me? First my sister, then my planet, and now this? Haven’t I suffered enough?” Tears filled her face once more. She couldn’t stand it—her will to live left her along with her colossal strength, making her as vulnerable as a regular human. Mind you, a broken heart can do that to a person—she just never knew she had one.

“Kill me,” she begged at them. “Kill me now. I don’t want to live anymore—not like this. Kill me, please! I just want to die!”

Her weakened mind couldn’t take it.

“No more, please!” She couldn’t stop crying. “Take the pain away! Please!”

It was too much. Her mind was about to break.

“Make it stop…MAKE IT STOP!”

The pain was unbearable, both physically and mentally. She grabbed her head and bent down, crying uncontrollably. It was so incredibly painful, that she didn’t even feel the drugs finally taking effect.

“I can’t live like this! Please, just make it stop…please…Take the pain away…Take it away…Take…it…a…”

“Passengers, we have arrived at our destination on planet Xhil. For those of you who haven’t set their watches yet, it is now 6:21 in the afternoon, a perfect tome to witness one of this planet’s breathtaking sunsets. We know you have a lot of choices in cloaked spaceships for your trips to or from Earth, so thank you for choosing Air Nautii as your method of transport.”

All around the cabin, passengers waited eagerly for the ship to land—all, that is, except a single catgirl with a blank expression on her face, who was simply enjoying the vibrations of the ship with her body.

“Hey!” The young reptile guard shouted. “Lady, wait up! You forgot your—waaah!”

The man who was running towards her slipped, landing face down on the floor and dropping the girl’s bag.

“Lady, wait! Aw, man, she’s gone…Hey! Who forgot to put the ‘wet floor’ sign?”

Having no choice but to let her go (his shift had just started, after all), he grabbed the bag and took it to the security office. When he came back with the “wet floor” sign, however, he noticed that it wasn’t the whole floor that was wet, but rather it as a trail of liquid that seemed to come from Gate #5, and that went all the way towards the exit.

Meanwhile, a young catgirl walked absent-mindedly on the street, her face completely blank, not knowing where she was going, where she was, who she was…She didn’t notice anyone, anything, not even the liquid dripping down from her jeans on her latest orgasm.

© José M. Nieves. All rights reserved.

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A story I've been working on for a while. I decided to put it on hold while I worked on my other story ("Heavy Addictions"), but since some of the characters on this story appear there, I decided to finish this one first. Dunno if the BBcode I used for bold and italics will work, though.

NOTE: This is still a teaser, so I might change it afterward. And yes, she's supposed to sound melodramatic right now (you'll see why later), although I MAY have gone a bit overboard... :/

Any critique would be really appreciated.

Finally, after an eight-hour flight, I made it to Arizona. And let me tell you, I DON'T like it. 'Course, this might be 'cause I just got here and I haven't seen everything about this place, but my first impression wasn't so good.

It all started in the airplane from San Juan to Dallas (had to transfer to Phoenix from there). I could tell the weird lady working the food cart was American, but something seemed off about her. Maybe it's me, but just in case, I gotta ask: Do all female airport personnel look like they have some kind of facial paralysis? Seriously, her eyes were completely black, like some kind of alien reject, and even when she was yelling at me 'cause of my huge handbag she kept an impossibly huge grin on her face that looked like something out of Ren & Stimpy. Oh, and that hairstyle? Let's just say, If I wasn't as sane as I am now, I would've screamed "HOLY SHIT, IT'S THE JOKER!!!!"

Hmmm, maybe I should draw her...nah.

Anyway, once I got here, I found one of the few good things about this place: Not as humid as Puerto Rico (92 degrees here feel cool when compared to 88 on PR, where the humidity makes you feel like you're in a microwave). However, those good news were quickly overshadowed by one little thing. Okay, I gotta make a statement here: If I see another "Vote for Obama" or "Vote for McCain" sign, I'm gonna frickin' blow my brains out.

Later, once I finished putting both of my 80-pound bags in my hotel room (thank God it was on the first floor), I went to the mall in front of it - Arizona Mills, I think it was called - and thankfully found two stores I loved: GameStop and Virgin. I checked 'em out, bought some stuff, but when I went to the Food Court, I realized something: (except for that place that serves smoothies,) the service STINKS. The people aren't kind, the food ain't that good... Okay, I have GOT to say this - what the hell happened to Burger King? Over in Puerto Rico, that place was excellent - especially the apple pie - but here, it's so bad that I can't come up with something HORRENDOUS enough to describe it (gimme some ideas, people!).

So after long afternoon in the toilet (told ya the food was horrible), I decide to write this here weblog (you know, to report back), when all of a sudden the lights go out and the internet with it, leaving me to experience the first lightning storm of my life. Now, back home, I had a somewhat irrational fear of lightning, but at least the mountains usually drove the lightning away, plus they blocked most of the wind so that no tornadoes form, so the island was basically immune to lightning storms. Here, though, I actually went to sleep praying to God I would wake up alive (and I usually NEVER pray). Seriously, this land is so flat that every house seems like the perfect bulls-eye for a lightning bolt, not to mention I have NEVER felt winds this strong in my entire life, not even during a hurricane. I touched the walls and realized the whole place was made of wood - unlike the brick-and-cement houses back home - making me wonder why the hell someone would build a house so...vulnerable to the elements. I have never been so scared in my life.

So anyway, long story short, my first day was a living hell, and now that I'm writing this on my second night here, I'm wondering - Will I actually be able to survive here for four more years?

Anyone who lives here and wants to offer me some tips, please, PLEASE do.

Just wanted you to know why I haven't been uploading anything for a while.

I've basically lived here in Puerto Rico all my life, so the idea of moving to a place I've never been to before is making me so nervous I haven't been able to draw a single thing (which is also why the drawing I promised ImpSyndrome is still lying around beside me unfinished - sorry, Imp!).

Now, for the reason I'm moving - I'm going to college to study game design, and I was looking for a university that was far enough for me to live without any family ties holding me back (don't ask). So I applied at UAT and got accepted (thankfully).

Heh, it's ironic, really - all my life I've been criticizing that goddamn nation, calling it "the root of all evil," and yet I still decide to join the long list of naive people who decide to go there to fulfill their dreams. Oy. (feel free to call me a hypocrite, folks)

Oh, well, gotta do what I gotta do. Let's just hope I don't end up regretting my choice.

Here's my photo, just in case you live there and want to lend a hand:

http://thetruehentaiaddict.deviantart.com/art/Me-93105574

Later!