Wears-Only-Ropes – from my story You Only Live 18 Times, which itself is the second in a series I call Spyjirra. If you want to read about Wears-Only-Ropes, here’s the first part of the story:
If you just want to oogle the pretty purple Argonian, here’s a better picture with that huge pesky plot point removed:
Boogeestro did the character design and lines. I did the water background, the sub, and her colors. I’ll be posting a text about the whole thing shortly. I hope you like, because not only is this IMHO the best I’ve ever done, it may be the best I ever will do.
Lizbians – photo version so hi res is easier. I think.
Here’s another. I’ve posted it already a couple places, but did some final cleanup tonight before putting in places where it’s hard to update. Sorry, another long story I’m afraid. First, about Boogeestro. Sashimi came across him sort of randomly on Picarto and I joined in to watch a stream where he was doing (among other things) what became this Rajirra:
Wow! That’s good!
Couple days later Sashimi asked me what character I’d like to see nekked. (No, Boog doesn’t have a problem leaning risque by any means!) Well, I’m partial to the Argonians in Prequel of course, so I figured Quill-Weave or Weedum-Ja. Then Boogeestro was streaming again and – well I kinda expected it but – he was doing not one, but both! Wow! Cool! Now frankly this is a little more porny than I typically go. Also, this is an altered version of the original sketch already – I’ve lost the true original. But I’ll explain…
There were a couple of things that frankly I didn’t like on the original sketch. Pretty sure Boog wouldn’t mind me altering this one since it was kinda given to me though, so I decided to do some alterations. First, (and you won’t see this cuz I lost the original), Weedum-Ja’s head simply didn’t look at all like her. Mostly her snout was too straight. But it just so happened I have a Kaz drawing I’d colored some time ago of her in profile, so I superimposed it, resizing etc. so it fit with everything else, and then hand-traced it using similar lines styles to what Boog drew originally – primarily the shape of her head. But also, as much I do love the, er… female anatomy, being able to see Weedum’s puddy just doesn’t look right. It’s just not possible given that position. So I altered those lines too. Quill-Weave’s will have to do here.
But also I must mention the linework. I spent a long time working on cleaning up the sketch, and had just about given up being able to make it as clean as I wanted without inking. I started doing that, when Sashimi mentioned something Kaz had suggested called Vector Trace. Sashi thought it was a feature of Photoshop (it’s not – it’s in Illustrator, that I don’t have). But it got me researching, and I found a site where you can upload your sketches and it will turn them into Vectors. I had varying degrees of success with it, having had to clean some stuff up beforehand, so it’s not some miracle for inking, but it’s really cool when it works! So those lines were originally Vectorized. I had to convert back to Rasterized of course, but it went a long way to cleaning up the sketch beautifully, needing only a few fine tweaks.
Okay, shading – pretty standard, hard shading (again, seems like the line style would favor hard shading…)
I did LOTS more before getting to the point below. Including… 1. Scale texture on Weedum-Ja’s reddish areas. 2. Tail “gator” scales on Quill-Weave’s undertail stripe. (she doesn’t have that as a canon design in Prequel, but I the idea so extended it.) 3. Added wetness in various places. A few sweat drops on QW’s head, some wetness where WJ is concentrating her efforts. (Hey, not ALL attention needs to be directly applied to nipples!). And of course the place where wetness is most… expected. 4. Patented Bluedraggy latex overly shinyness and eye highlights.
So then it was time to decide what to do for a background. Not sure if I did as good a job with that, but I decided they’d be making out on a fur rug, so I went that route. Used my old technique of noise on the wooden floorboards, then motion-blurred to represent grain..
Oh, and lovey hearts. I originally had them placed… much lower on Quill-Weave. But in the result they looked more like a string of heart-shaped beads being used “for her pleasure”. So I moved them to her head.
And that’s it. Lizbians. There is no backstory here. It’s just porn. Quill-Weave is (prob) canon Lesbian, but she’s hot for human women. She’s kinky like that and would probably find another Argonian rather boring. Though they do have tails that can be fun! As for Weedum-Ja, as best I understand it she’s some sort of god-tier warrior that just is seen cleaning the Chapel in Prequel. I do picture her as much wilder than QW, so I could see her getting hot and bothered and acting on it, if in the mood.
I don’t really remember where I got the drawing from. Sig is pretty clear, but I don’t know who “Moo” is. Still, I liked the drawing and went back to my “roots” with crazy shiny eelskin look Yeah, there’s no naughty bits – (though obviously I implied some down below with the shading that Moo didn’t have on the original)
I thought about putting in my own, but I kinda suck at it and besides, she looks kinda cute without em. Besides, with a mouth like that she’s already got plenty of orifice space.
I’m sure there’s a Vore connection here – why else would an artist get so good at drawing the inside of a mouth? But I can ignore it and just imagine she’s laughing at getting her feet tickled. Another fetish obviously, but hell, it’s a picture of a naked lizard. We’re already well into fetish territory.
I made up that name. The original is named Hist-Kissed. This is the single most accurate Argonian drawing I’ve ever seen in fact. It’s truly a marvel. Now I do tend towards more cartoony styles, but this just blew me away when I first saw it earlier this week.
I had to try my hand at coloring it. Whether I helped or hurt is up to you, but I certainly tryed my best. Flat colors first of course:
I took longer on those base colors than I ever have on anything before, with a range of colors and confining them to each scale. I can’t say I colored every scale, but damn close, basically from a very pale belly through lime, olive and standard green then into the more bluish tints on her back and head.
She’s also supposed to be a burlesque dancer per ECM, so as I started applying gloss I also put her on a stage and did a white-to-black radial gradient from the “pearl”. I also noticed a secondary light source somewhat up and to the left, so there are actually 3 shading layers here. One is the obvious, there’s a more subtle one on the left side though, representing that secondary light source. There’s also a third that simply darkens as it proceeds farther from the “pearl”. Very subtle and might be pointless, but it’s there.
Now you might think I was gonna go nuts with the glossy stuff here. I kinda did, but not a first. Just a couple of highlights where you’d expect.
A bit around the arms, boob of course, some hinting at ribs, a bit on the belly and hips and just a little on the thigh. Not bad right?
That’s because I was saving up. Every Single Scale. I weep for the resolution Tumbler defaults to:
I doubt you can even hardly tell at this resolution. But yes. Every single scale gets a highlight of varying intensity. I REALLY wanted this one to be special. I hope I achieved that because the original really, really is. Higher res over at FA.
I wrote another fanfiction. It’s pretty porny, though most details are left to your imagination. Which is probably far smuttier than anything I could dream up. Anyway, read if you wish. It’s about the night Dmitri and Katia spent together. There’s some things that don’t quite jibe with the known facts, but I think most work okay.
“Fucking guard duty. Goddammit, we’re necromancers! We should have some skeletons or something do this for us,” he thought as the night came on in earnest. “Besides, what the hell am I going to do if something dangerous comes along? Throw poison at it? This is stupid.”
Dmitri sat down and thought about his life. He’d been doing that a lot lately. He’d been staying here with the other Necromancers ever since they’d been evicted from yet another Mage Guild. Things were really getting tough for his chosen profession these days. He remembered back when he was a young, gangly teenager in mage school, it seemed like such a cool thing to do too. He’d even dyed his black hair blacker and put on eye-shadow back then.
“What could be more cool than being a Necro?”, he’d said to himself.
And, let’s face it, he hadn’t exactly been the most popular kid in school. Aside from the bigger kids picking on him, and the girls ignoring him or worse, it surely couldn’t hurt he’d figured. So he put on black robes (cool), studied hard (not cool) and joined the Necro clique. While it didn’t help with the girls, it definitely reduced the bullying by the bigger kids. Unfortunately he soon found he’d exchanged one set of bullies for another. But somehow he fit in well enough, finding his own niche in the clan. He still didn’t get any girls though. Which was a real pity too. He’d written some fiction and found he had quite an imagination for various… scenarios. Good thing he’d come up with his own secret code for his stories. His Necro-mates would have never let it go had they read them, but when inevitably they did find them, instead they were impressed by his knowledge of ‘Draconic’. It was also a good thing no one knew Draconic well enough to realize it wasn’t.
But now, years later, here he was, standing guard outside these crypts. He had managed to rise to a decent level in the group at least. He was a middling mage, but that was okay. He was too good to kill but not good enough to attract attention. It suited him, really. But it also made it tough to get out of stupid duties like this. Worst of all, he was still a virgin. That stung. He had such an imagination in that department, but by now he’d realized that it was probably the reason he’d never gotten laid. The few times he’d actually talked to a girl, he would start stammering until he’d get so tongue-tied he would just clam up. And he knew why. His imagination would stray to what lay under her clothing, and that would get in the way of him seeing her as another actual person.
Intellectually he knew all this, but it didn’t change anything. He would die an old virgin, he knew, and his own overactive imagination was to blame. But he still had hope even then. If he could ever get enough power to become a Lich upon his death, then he’d get all the girls! Lich lords were really cool!
Then he heard an unusual sound approaching from far away. A steady thump, as of someone running. Or something. The light from the torch was meager at best, and the moon happened to be behind a cloud. He saw nothing, but the sound was getting closer. And then she yelled at him.
“PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENIS!”
“What?! Land? I thought you were down…”
“PEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS!”
That voice didn’t sound like Landorumil actually, he thought. It sounded more like…
And suddenly she was on him. She hit him like a ton of bricks, knocking him back against the wall and toppling the torch to the ground. A cat. A goddamned khajiit gone crazy. He tried to fend her off as best he could, having had no time to prepare any sort of spell. She seemed to be clawing at his robe! Fortunately she was a light little thing. He gave a good shove and she fell back to the ground.
Immediately he chanted a quick summoning spell and his favorite skeleton appeared in a flash.
“Hold her,” he commanded, and the skeleton obeyed, picking the scrawny khajiit up off the ground while she flailed at it.
“What the hell are you on about khajiit?” he asked, putting the torch back in it’s sconce. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Then he turned back around and saw her clearly for the first time. “Oh my!”
“PENIS!” she said, starting to calm down a little. “You have a penis, right?”
“Um… yeeeees.”
“Please, mister, you’ve got to let me have it! It’s my specialty! I’m good at penises!”
Dmitri looked around. Apparently no one had heard the commotion. That was good at least. Then he turned back to the little khajiit. She’d stopped struggling and was now just dangling from the skeleton’s hand as it held her by the scruff of her neck. She was kind of cute, actually. Dmitri had always loved cats. He kept quite a few around the crypts, having convinced the Powers that Be that they would be good to keep the rats at bay. He’d seen a few khajiits in his life, of course, but never up close. They didn’t tend to hang around Mages Guilds.
“Calm down… Now before we start talking about my penis, how about a little introduction? What’s your name, khajiit?”
“Penis?”
“No. That’s part of my body. What’s your name?”
“Pas… No. NO, that’s not my name anymore. I’m… Katia Managan. Katia FUCKING Managan, and it’s my middle name!”
“Katia Managan. Okay, we’re making progress. What are you doing here, Miss Managan?” Dmitri asked as he looked her over. She smelled faintly of dust and wine, though surely not enough to be this drunk.“
"I broke em. I dropped them all.”
“You’re not making sense, Miss Managan.”
“I can’t make anything. I can’t make a fucking sign.”
“What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk?” Dmitri asked. She was certainly exhibiting all the signs.
“Drunk? Where?”
“Look. If I have Bones here set you back down, will you promise not to attack my robe again?”
“Bonerman! Well, I’m hornully awf. But if you say so. Say, you got anywhere we can be alone?”
“We are alone, Miss Managan.”
“No, I mean alone from you. Just me and Mr. Bonerman!”
“Set her down, Bones.”
The skeleton dutifully did it’s master’s bidding. Dmitri prepared for anything, but the khajiit woman fell to her knees and turned around to face the skeleton’s pelvis.
“Lies and Deceit! You got no boner Bonerman!”
“Miss Managan, maybe I should take you home. Can you tell me where you live?”
The khajiit had rolled on her back and was looking up between the skeleton’s legs and scratching it as if looking for something. Suddenly she started to cry. “I don’t live anywhere. I’m homeless. But my friend in Anvil…”
“Anvil. Okay. That’s not far. Come on, get up. Let’s get you into the cart…”
With that, Dmitri picked up the scrawny khajiit bodily and carried her to the nearby stable. She wasn’t heavy, but she was… warm. Bothersomely warm.
“Now you just wait here, I’ll be back in a minute, then I’ll take you to your friend’s house. Okay?” Dmitri asked.
“Oh! Sure! She’s got a great bed. You can rock me all night!”
Dmitri cringed. Cute as hell, but a bit much for him to handle alone he suspected. “Bones, keep her here. And keep her quiet!”
The skeleton sat on the khajiit’s head. Dmitri was about to protest when he heard her start to moan.
“Oh yeah! Give me that tailbone Mr. Bonerman!”
Dmitri blinked, then went in search of Landorumil down in the crypts. Both returned to the doorway a short time later, his ‘friend’ complaining.
“Okay, but you better be back before the boss gets wind of this.”
“Look, it’s just a few miles away. I’ll be back before dawn easy. Your shift was supposed to start in an hour anyway.”
“What the hell do you have to do in Anvil anyway?”
“Just have an errand to run. Thanks Land. I owe you one.”
“One HOUR!” he said as Dmitri walked back to the stable. Katia was busy sucking on the skeleton’s toes so he hitched a horse to the cart quickly and started off. Unfortunately, just as they were pulling away, Katia happened to look up and waved to Landorumil.
“Hi dude! Wanna fuck?” she called.
“What the hell?” Dmitri heard him yell, but he ignored the shouts and got the horse up to speed as he pulled out onto the path.
“BRING HER BACK!” he heard Landorumil shout, but then he was safely out of earshot.
“Aww. You’re no fun,” Katia pouted.
“Am so. I just… three’s a crowd.”
The khajiit climbed out of the cart and onto the seat beside him.
“What do you mean? Three’s fine! Three’s a PARTY!”
“Look, let’s just get you home, alright?”
Katia turned instantly morose again. “Don’t have a home. I’m a loser. Say, what’s your name again?”
“Dmitri. Glad to meet you. How’d you manage to get all the way out here drunk anyway?”
She lay down on the bench, her head in his lap, which was far more contact than he felt comfortable with.
“Demeter. Say Demeter, you got a penis under here?”
“Dammit Katia, leave my robes alone!”
“Oh! You do have one! Did I tell you, they’re my specialty?”
“Yes, Katia. You told me. Now leave me alone, please!”
“Told you. You’re no fun.”
“Look, we can have fun when we get you back, okay?”
That seemed to satisfy her, for a little bit anyway. “Found some wine in some crypt or something. It was good! Say, wanna see something?”
“Not yet.”
“Look at this! See this?”
She pulled open her blouse. Literally. Buttons flew and were lost on the path behind them.
“Check it out. I got underwear!”
Before he knew what he was doing, Dmitri looked. Brown bra. But then she took his hand and pressed it to a breast.
“Paint! Isn’t it the best idea? I thought it was the best idea.”
He yanked his hand away, but the damage was done. He tried to think of his grandmother.
“It was stupid,” she said, laying back on his lap, but he couldn’t help but notice her blouse remained awfully open.
“I’m a failure, Demeter. Everything I do is stupid. The only thing I know how to do is penises, and that’s too easy.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can do something else.”
The khajiit sat up and looked at him. He looked at her breasts.
“How do you spell Merchandise?” she asked.
“Merchandise?”
“Yeah! How do you spell it?”
“M E R C H A N D I S E”
“You sure I can’t play with your penis?” she asked, her eyes tearing up again.
“No!”
“You’d like it. I can’t spell, but I can do that.”
She put her head back in his lap, but face down this time, nuzzling for it.
“AAAAAAAAA!” he screamed as the cart hit a bump, sending a tooth home.
“Oh! Sorry,” she apologized sitting back up.
“Katia, look. It’s not that I’m not interested, believe me! But… can I be honest with you?”
She lay her head back on his lap again, sighing but at least keeping her muzzle towards the stars this time. “Not into cats. I know. I’ve heard it before. You should have seen me a few months ago! I was all skin! Not a stitch of fur! You’d have liked me then.”
“What? No. Actually, I love cats. But Katia… I’m a virgin.”
“You like boys?”
“NO Katia. I like women! I just… haven’t ever…”
“What?”
“Katia, I’ve never had sex.”
She stared up at him, uncomprehending. “What?”
“I’ve never done it. Until a few minutes ago, I could honestly say I’ve never even touched a woman.”
She snickered. “You still haven’t. You touched paint.”
“Good point.”
“Does it work?”
“Does what work?”
“Your penis. Does it work?”
Now it was Dmitri’s turn to be confused. “Yes it works. Why?”
“How do you know if you’ve never had sex?”
Dmitri’s dark skin let him blush without others noticing. That was one small advantage of being his race. It served him well now.
“Just… trust me, okay? It works.”
“Do you want to be a virgin?”
“Not really.”
“Then… why not?”
“Jeeze Katia, not here. On the road? What are you, some kind of slut?”
“Yup! That’s me. Slutcat. I’ve been called that before. Sometimes I’m a slut. When I’m drunk. When I’m not, I’m a lot… different.”
“You know, you don’t talk like you’re drunk anymore.”
“Oh, trust me. I’m drunk. Drunky and Horn. Do you know, I won’t even remember you when I wake up? I never do.”
“Blackout drunk? Jeeze Katia, how is that even possible? There’s no way you’re that drunk.”
The swaying of the cart and the warmth of her head was beginning to bother him even more. But he tried his best to ignore it. She was awfully pretty though. And that blouse was still open.
She sighed, “You know, after one night my parents sent me to a specialist. He cast some sort of spell on me. Had me watch this medallion. Back and forth, back and forth. When I woke up, he said it wasn’t because I was drunk. He said I have a deep problem with my inadequacy. He said when I get drunk, my personality changes to a slut. He said it’s just an excuse, and that I do it to prove to myself that I have some value. He said that the only thing I am confident of is my sex, and that I use it as a crutch to carry on when I’m normal. He said I keep it as a way to stay confident even though my best attempts to be of any value are worse than mediocre. Well no, maybe I said that.”
“That’s… awful,” Dmitri said. But he was remembering what that breast felt like.
“And…” she paused. “he said it’s the only way I can feel someone else likes me.”
“Now that’s not true. What about your friend?”
They were nearing the outskirts of Anvil when Katia began to cry again. “She’s wonderful. She’s a writer, did you know? I bet she never misspells anything!”
“Probably not. It’s an easy word,” he said
“What?”
“Nevermind,” Dmitri said and started stroked her head, trying his best not to look further down, but failing.
“It’s okay Katia. Everybody is better at somethings than others. It’s no reason to be ashamed of yourself.”
“I’m better at penises.”
“Well, that’s still something, isn’t it?”
“She doesn’t even like em.”
“What?”
“Quill-Weave. She likes other girls.”
“Quill-Weave. Odd name.”
“Argonian. She’s nice. She gave me a hug once. It was awkward.”
“Where does she live?”
Katia sat up and looked around. “Over there. Down that street. But she won’t be home. She’ll be at the bar.”
A few minutes later and they stopped, Dmitri guiding the horse to the alley beside the house.
“Well, here you go Katia,” Dmitri said.
“Not gonna happen, Demeter,” she said, smiling an evil smile.
“What?”
“No way I’m letting you go. I owe you. Come on in, virgin. I’m going to rock your world.”
Dmitri started to protest, but he’d been ogling those furry boobs for far too long. His smile was mixed with fear, but…
“I can’t! Bones… He can’t be seen in town like this.”
The slutcat smiled. “PARTY!!!”
She took his hand and drew him into the house and up the stairs, the skeleton dutifully following close behind.
Dmitri didn’t protest any longer, though he was fairly sure that, dark skin or no, he was glowing by now. Damn she was pretty, but he was as nervous as a… cat. What if it didn’t work? He might have the imagination of an erotica author, but… for real? He wasn’t sure how to do anything for real.
The next four hours were the most incredible experience of his life. To say she was wild was an understatement. And he became just as wild eventually. They found a hidden area in the closet, where her friend apparently kept an odd leather outfit as well as numerous exotic toys. They used them all with abandon. By the time it was over, he was exhausted and completely sated. He’d explored every inch of her. Every fantasy he’d conjured up, she was game for, and her competence was justified. She was good with penises. Very good indeed. They’d even found interesting uses for the skeleton, which, oddly, didn’t bother him. Bones had been his closest companion save for his cats, and of course it helped that he wasn’t really alive. Unlike some sentient skeletons, Bones was just an animatron. In this case, an oversized sex toy. Plus Katia had many ideas of her own. Female ideas that he would never have thought of. She only apologized for not having a large fruit available. They checked the kitchen downstairs, but no – there were no pineapples. There was the kitchen table. And a counter that turned out to be less stable than it first appeared. But no pineapples. The peas were an interesting idea. He found out he really liked peas, if served in certain special ways. They ended up breaking the bowl, but nobody got hurt.
Finally he fell back onto the bed, heaving as if his life were nearly spent. He looked at Katia and she rolled over onto her back.
“Was I good?” she asked.
“The very best,” he assured her. “Unbelievably good.”
She smiled and closed her eyes. “I have all the friends,” she murmured, then she rolled back onto her stomach and began to purr, closing her eyes.
When finally he’d gotten his breath back, she was fast asleep. He got up and put the blanket over her.
“Damn that was fun,” he thought. “If I died tomorrow, I wouldn’t regret it!”
Then he looked around the room. Slowly sanity returned and he saw the room. Really saw it. It was trashed. The red paint on the walls was particularly obnoxious. He looked down. Yup. He had red underwear now.
“Oh gods, what have I done?”
He turned to Bones and got an idea. After a quick search around downstairs, and a trip to a nearby merchant who was open late, he returned with some cleaning supplies, a box of chocolates, a potion that she might well need, and a pen and paper. Then he gave the skeleton a command that the skeleton immediately began to follow, while Dmitri began to write. He yielded to his baser instincts though and pulled the blanket partially off the sleeping khajiit and used her body as a table, taking care not to break through the paper, but enjoying the concept of using her curves as a table. It made his writing sloppier, but he was going to take advantage of every new opportunity he could think of.
“Who knows when I’ll be able to use a woman’s ass as a table again?” he thought. “Damned if I’m not going to this time!”
He was halfway through the letter when the door opened. The argonian’s eyes went wide and he suddenly realized had taken his robe off in case Katia wanted to go another round. “There’s always hope!”
A few minutes later, after some hasty commentary, he found himself downstairs in the author’s parlor. She was seething and crying at the same time. He explained as best he could, but he had to leave out some parts. He explained that Bones would continue until the room was as clean as he could make it, but that he had to go. And he saw no reason to mention the somewhat wobblier countertop.
“She’s really not like that. All the time,” Quill-Weave said as he was preparing to leave. The tears in her eyes belied her protestations that Katia was just a friend. For his part, Dmitri explained that it wasn’t just Katia. He was a guilty party too. It had just been too… wild. And that he really did like her. That mollified the Argonian somewhat.
“Look, Dmitri. You seem like a decent sort. For a man anyway. I’m glad you care for her beyond… just that.”
“I do. Let me just finish the letter I was writing for her, and I’ll be gone.”
“You do that,” Quill-Weave said. “But use the table here. It’s made for writing.”
After the experience tonight, Dmitri thought he would be immune to blushing, but he managed to anyway. He started to explain, but realized it was pointless. She probably understood just fine. He was a man, after all. He finished the letter, went upstairs to leave it on the table, and kissed the khajiit. She stirred a little but went back to her purring. He looked around to make sure the door was still closed, and kissed her again, somewhat lower, just for himself. She purred louder. Then he left the room and went back downstairs.
At the door he paused for a minute, Quill-Weave’s eyes turned to him, still wet but curious.
“Listen, Quill-Weave…”
“Yes?”
“We… well. We found your toys.”
Suddenly the argonian’s eyes went wide.
“Yeah. Those. Um… You might want to boil those. Or something.”
Her mouth dropped open. The rows of teeth were worrisome, so his last words he said were just before he closed the door on the way out..
“Um… especially the purple one. It has been places that… well, you might just want to burn it.”
He heard something hit the door as he closed it quickly. It might have been a shoe. Then he got the hell out of there.
Wow. I sure hope I suck less as an author than I do as a blogger. I reblogged this from my bdprequel blog. That is… I reblogged it from the same blog that I blogged it from the first time. Sorry for the duplicate all you following me on bdprequel.tumblr.com. I meant to reblog it from bdnsfw. God I’m terrible at social media stuff. Well, at least now that I’m reblogging it CORRECTLY, I get to include a couple of Kaz commissions from last night in it as well.
I thought I’d try coloring it today. Not the sort of thing I normally color, but Quill-Weave has a vivid imagination. I figure this is her Barbarian character when she plays D&D.
Maybe not technically quite NSFW but close enough.
So, I wanted to try my shading technique on a butt instead of boobs. And I did kinda want to do another Audrey. She’s such a cutie! And so helpful too! Look at her picking up around the house when people KEEP leaving stuff on the floor.
(That’s by the Herny-man himself. I just think it’s too cute to not repost every once in a while)
Anyway, so I came across this which is pretty much perfect for what I wanted to do. By balooga on e621.
Yeah, she’s boobless here. But hey, for a change boobs aren’t even the focus! Frankly I thought about drawing a curved line to add them, but that’s kinda cheating the original artist. He wanted to draw her sans-boobs, so she should stay sans-boobs.
Obviously she’s sporting thigh-highs there, but when coloring it, I realized that those lines could easily be used for another purpose…
I turned em into water. 🙂 So now she’s hanging at the wading pool. Very COMFORTABLY hanging at the pool I’d say. Oddly, no one’s complaining. They just asked her to lift her tail a little bit. Not sure why.
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Slight edit by some people I highly respect. Primarily lightening of most sun-reflections, but also if you’re keen-eyed, a subtle bluish tint on butt and tail from the water.
First off, I really think this is the best work I’ve ever done. So yeah, I’m going to go through the process. But let’s talk first about Audrey. She’s a blind Argonian created by Herny some years ago.
I expect he thought she’d be a cute one-off character. Instead she’s sort of taken on a life of her own with tons of fanart etc. She’s even got a tumblr of her own!
I’ve been aware of her, being a big Argonianut. But recently I was searching for something new to color and someone suggested I try this:
That’s by Chingilin, based on the post at the Audrey Fandom site, made around Feb 4 2016 and termed a WIP. Normally I’d never do something that was being done by the original artist. However, when I went to Chinglilin’s DA site: https://chingilin.deviantart.com/ his last update was March of 2017. It references this Tumblr too: https://chingilinart.tumblr.com/ but the most recent post there was May of 2017. So I think it’s at least safe to say he’s gone inactive and is probably not working on this anymore. So I took up the mantle.
First I cleaned up the drawing and darkened the lines:
Then, of course, flat colors. TBH it wasn’t till I got to this step that I realized, “Hey! She’s laying down! This is a Dakimakura! (yeah, I’m slow that way.)
And then I got mad. I WANT to do super soft shading like Doomthewolf and MilesDF! But I’ve never managed it. I usually try by selecting a huge brush, hitting the softest possible settings, selecting the part I want to shade softly, and taking it from there. But it’s never looked right to my eyes. Granted, I’m trying to do shading with a purple shade on a Multiply layer and not really using proper coloring techniques to do it. But I still felt like it would still look good anyway if I could just get the shading right.
So last night I tried something different. I tried a curved gradient instead. One for each boob, one for the lower body, and a combination of gradients and my giant soft brus both for the arms, legs and tail. And some normal hard shading where I felt it was appropriate.This is the result…
THATS it! That’s what I’d been trying to do and failing! I don’t know if that’s how the ‘greats’ do it at all, but that’s what I wanted! Now we’re cooking!!! So the rest is more of what I’ve done before, though taking my time to complete each with enough patience to justify that transparent, curved gradient shading.
Here she is with hair shade and bed wrinkles in place. But… I’m bluedraggy. I do shiny things. Time to add some SHINE!
That… IMHO, is the best work I’ve ever done. So far, of course. But I do feel like I’m finally improving again, and that gradient shading was the key to what I’ve always wanted to be able to do.
Apologies to Chingilin for doing that without asking, but it did seem clear he wasn’t going to finish it after 2 years, right? I do care about such things.
bdnsfw 