matthew melmon scribbles madly

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 15:12:15 PST

A Peach In The Sun

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sun, 02 Oct 2011 01:34:55 PDT

Vision's Ben Bowers, oh my.

Hey, Look At That

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 19:19:19 PDT

Two posts in one day! I couldn't resist.

It's Good To Be A K-Pop Star

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 19:13:15 PDT

I've gotten myself into a new thing with the kpop scene. This here be Jaejoong from the band JYJ, which I suspect is an acronym of sorts encompassing their names (I didn't say I had gotten myself very far into this new thing). Oh dear.

Take Me To The Water

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 23:21:10 PDT

...and throw me in the river! Here is my attempt to atone for a long absence.

Good Hair Day

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sun, 31 Jul 2011 12:44:29 PDT

I saw a werewolf at Trader Vic's and his hair was perfect!

Smooch!

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Thu, 21 Jul 2011 13:26:44 PDT

Well, it's certainly been a long lonely lonely lonely time since the last "sexy couple" entry!

All Dressed Up

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sat, 16 Jul 2011 11:04:43 PDT

Well, they can't always be in their birthday suits.

Future's So Bright

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 15:40:12 PDT

Visions (nyuck nyuck!) of an 80's cult hit. Not sure about the sleeves, though...

A Boy And His Mythical Dog

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 15:17:03 PDT

It's just a flesh wound! I particularly like this softer, almost watercolor direction Sakimichan appears to be moving in.

Nipples And Stars, Oh My!

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Mon, 11 Jul 2011 17:12:54 PDT

Here we go, two posts in two days - a new(ish) record! There is much to like, here, but I am particularly fond of the symmetry between nipples and stars. Oh, and the belly button. Oh, hell, like it all.

Rack Of Lamb

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 19:49:07 PDT

Oh my goodness has it been a while. This was in part caused by a dearth of Suitable Material. Now, however, there is plenty to pick from!

Peek-A-Boo!

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 16:50:27 PDT

Well, now, haven't I been bad! Here's a little Red muffin to make up for it!

If Only I Had A Big Snake

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 10:08:56 PDT

...to keep me warm! Nous' Aaron O'Connell blows kisses from an Eighties fashions hoot (minus the snake).

Take A Bow

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Tue, 12 Apr 2011 15:18:52 PDT

Always sure to please, Vishstudio takes a bow.

Blood Raven

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sun, 27 Mar 2011 19:12:52 PDT

Not yaoi - but close to a "sexy couple," and an all 'round great illustration from Sakimichan!

With The Greatest Of Ease

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 16:51:32 PDT

If it was not for spell-checkers, I would have the greatest difficulty writing "trapeze." A warm thanks to Nous for giving me reason to try!

There's A Retraction Going On

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 02:29:15 PST

I feel cold just a lookin' - nice buns.

'sup

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 17:50:47 PST

The best thing to put over a great body is a great expression.

My Milkshake Is Better Than Yours

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 19:49:28 PST

Creature13's deviant gallery is often fun, and I could not help but start singing that really really annoying song from I don't know how long ago....

Perspiration

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 19:50:10 PST

Specimen's Nick Madrid teaches us that it takes perspiration to maintain the flat tummy, and inspiration to perspire.

Scruffy Curves

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 01:15:02 PST

Drip Not So Dry

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 01:11:41 PST

Doh! I forgot to write a clever little blurb! Fixed!

For Blood Or Ash - One

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 18:41:50 PST

Yhzmal pressed a palm against one of the injection bay bulkheads. The kameira’s skin had lost any ability to feel on its own years ago, but a complex weave of polymers and ceramic metals filled his mind’s eye with expanding designs – the bulkhead, the walls it supported, the chambers they enclosed. He longed for an impression of the battle without; however, the ship may as well have been resting in a hangar. Combat telemetry mixed with the calm recitation of statistics by station heads told him what he needed to know, true enough, but a warrior sharpened his edge on shattering armor, afterburners, and that frenetic clamor of nanite bees. Covered in sacred scars, Yhzmal Gaim did not think highly of “shields.”

“Damn Caldari,” smirked a young commando. “Forgot the espresso bar.”

Everyone chuckled.

“We need only ask,” Yhzmal observed. “Prepare for deployment.”

They were prepared already, of course, just a matter of dropping visors into place and clamping on gauntlets. Although their cybernetic bodies could handle harsh environments well, more than freezing vacuum waited “below.” Wolf spiders whirred to life: giant exoskeletons resembling the arachnids, plated in Amarr fashion. Light combat strikers loaded into the abdomens. Carapace plates closed over those, and heavier MTACs clamped onto the skin. The totem completed: huntress and voracious young. Yhzmal smiled grimly. Seven golden spiders crouched in a cavern of dark silver and pale light. The ashen goliath – an MTAC unto himself – clamped onto the lead bug and pounded his fist against its carapace, twice. In unison, each monster “tapped” a forward leg twice in answer.

The kameiras were ready.

“Target space is secure,” the Lady’s soft technological voice finally whispered. “Enter the structure, kill resistance until you reach control. There, incapacitate and prepare prisoners for retrieval.”

“As the Lady commands,” replied Yhzmal solemnly.

Gravity dropped away, then the floor. A reverse tractor nudged them into space; thrusters engaged. Above and around, the Drake’s wings folded protectively. Below, space dropped ten kilometers through a tangle of asteroids and construction. As they pulled away from the battle cruiser, the carnage beyond it seeped into view. Husks drifted hopelessly, fires through their decks fading to ghostly embers. The vivid giant that sheltered this dead space stared at them with one of its great storms, hungering. Yhzmal nodded a small prayer to the beast. These planets were his gods; the Lady indulged her centurio prior this.

Architectural renderings of the colony flickered through Yhzmal’s interfaces. The huge construction followed no cohesive paradigm, having expanded organically with population and function. He sent his force diving recklessly into it. Turrets engaged immediately with light kinetics and small pulses. The defenders were cognizant of risk they might damage their own colony. As spiders wove the gauntlet, plates expanded and contracted to shield the MTACs. Impacts streaked through steel; spot reppers clamored to respond.

Now, Yhzmal felt.

The centurio hurled his men into jeopardy to give the enemy a chance to explain what mattered most. The colony was too large to fight through in its entirety, while the design gave no clue of hierarchy. A large central asteroid drew attention, but certainly served primarily as a chapel. Though it could indicate commanders lurked near, more likely, it played on such suspicions – a death trap.

Yhzmal’s men harassed the turrets with rockets to stir the pot, but explosions also filled space with debris dangerous to fast-moving attackers. They sustained injuries. The centurio could not press this stratagem for too long. He sent alternating spiders close to “ground” for cover. As vehicles rotated back into the fray, some turrets responded faster than others. Faster response meant nearer control. These patterns accumulated over time, until schematics blurred to a convergence in Yhzmal’s layered vision. Target acquired.

The fanatics situated their command bunker well: one of many bland asteroids attached to a large structural artery, neutral with respect to the distribution of the colony. Now, of course, it could be said to stand out for not having stood out. Yhzmal sent his spiders scurrying into the crevices of larger asteroids throughout the colony, careful not to call attention to any specific region. Defensive fire could not reach them easily, and what did could be sustained by armor. Position secure, the centurio called snipers from the belly of his spider.

“Paint me dots here, here, and here.”

He beamed diagrams to the small force. They rappelled without gravity across the pocked rock. With well-regulated thermal armor covered in optic sheets, they were ghosts in the night. They were also instant kills should defenders pick them up, and consequently stuck to natural cover wherever possible. A booster misfire, an overly aggressive jump or striking rock too hard – any mistake would alert the colony to this new tactic. By half steps and floating crawls, at last they reached points from which to take aim. One by one, they pulled their triggers.

Missiles streaked down from the cruiser. “Go!” Exploding from their nooks, spiders converged on the bunker as missiles hit dots. Tributary connectors collapsed; there would be no escape. The spiders clamped to the main artery on either side of the asteroid, as near to rock as possible, spreading plates from raised legs to cover units beneath. MTACs disengaged. Some turned modified mining cutters on the structure, breaking down the metals. Down, down, scattered outbursts of decompression signaled they were through. More MTACs smashed in, some met resistance and liquidated it quickly; others found clear passages. Light units poured in after and took covering positions.

Thrusting forward, lead MTACs eviscerated the structure with cannons and beams, leaving only shattered webs anchored to the thickest struts. The bunker was isolated. Multiple corridors tunneled into the asteroid, some for heavy supplies, others for personnel - all sealed by blast doors. Though hopelessly trapped, Yhzmal knew these defenders would neither collapse in amateurish panic, nor concede defeat with professional resignation. They would die. Unfortunately, the Lady wanted them alive.

Speed mattered.

A Little Hair In The Eyes Never Hurt Anyone

noreply@blogger.com (Matthew Melmon) — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 15:36:54 PST

We wee emo lad, courtesy Specimen. It reminds me that I had hair, once.

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Thu, 25 Nov 2010 00:00:00 PST

Matthew Melmon's Yaoi Digest #15
I've been accumulating favorite photographs from Vishstudio's DeviantArt gallery, revolving around a theme of "upper body god damn." Said accumulation has now gone on long enough to share! Rather than coming up with something clever to say about each one, a picture is worth a thousand words, etc.

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Fri, 27 Aug 2010 00:00:00 PDT

When it's hot in the city...
When it's hot in the city, hang out on the fire escape in a jockstrap! Works for Nous' Tommy Herd, but normal people do not have abs like those.

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Fri, 20 Aug 2010 00:00:00 PDT

"UDK Mass physics" on ShortForm.TV
A tower of barrels three miles high comes tumbling down - nifty animation, though I think there should be more "bounce" in the barrels when they hit.
Physarum Experiment
Mold grows through a maze with some resemblance to a neural network solving a problem.
Skinny Girl Blob Launch
You have to wait a bit for the punchline, but the screaming splash is worth it.
Eorzea: Making of a Realm
Square's "Making Of Eorzea" videos give a nice look behind the scenes at how an MMO is made, and this video shows off their wonderfully creative gear (and that snappy snappy red mage inspired artifact set in particular).
In The Rough
Laugh, cry, exult in the glory of early man's discovery that diamonds are a girl's best friend!
"Oil Spill Bill" on ShortForm.TV
A fun reinterpretation of the ancient classic "I'm Just a Bill," this time with an "energy bill" mired in the BP spill (while Congress parties like its 1999).
Running Machine
I have absolutely no idea what is going on here, if it's a trailer, a demo reel, or an acid trip - but that quickly becomes part of the charm!
Crazy Car Chase
Apart from the fact that this kind of behavior can get a lot of people seriously injured or killed... it does make for good local news television!
Richard Galliano: Tangaria
Eeee plays zee accordion avec the love, as if eee is zeee accordion, as if zee accordion iz the love.
Le Prince Bleu
Gothic romance set to a haunting track, very creative and, well, French!
I Have No Secrets
She delivers the line so well, if this isn't from a classic movie... it should be!
Navy Numa Numa
A look back on the infamous Numa Numa. Here, the anthem of yesteryear is interpreted by the Navy in a fit of "what were they thinking. I am thinking "go ahead and dance." Yes, yes, shake it around like you just don't care.
CSI: Cupertino - Nazi Tourettes
Nicky and I put the heat on a Nazi; Nicky cracks, the Nazi gets away. Oh no, maybe he'll go after Glenn Beck!
Giant Bubbles
Small children chase bubbles twenty times their size to a delicate instrumental tune.
A Minute from Matthew's Channel
A composite of selections from videos in MyChannel.

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Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:00:00 PDT

Feathered Divine
A beautiful winged angel, from Heise's stylish DeviantArt gallery. Angels are still all the rage - with good reason! I find the wing treatment here particularly nice.

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Fri, 18 Jun 2010 00:00:00 PDT

Some Selected Deviations
There are a number of intriguing images in my DeviantArt subscriptions that I have been meaning to make posts of, and so now that I am behind, I'll accumulate them here. Though there is some appropriate content, it's not so much a "yaoi digest" as a "deviant art digest" this time, though.

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Mon, 14 Jun 2010 00:00:00 PDT

Paint
Red's Jonathan Kroppmann all done up in lipstick, eyeliner, and glitter. He hardly looks old enough to have sat under the needle as long as all that ink would take...

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Fri, 14 May 2010 00:00:00 PDT

For Reference
A couple of people pointed me at some very nice eye candy blogs, and so I thought a couple of linked selections were in order: