Yeah, it’s important to recognize your deviancy before you can address them. Though I seem to just do a lot of recognizing and very little addressing.
So I wanted to color something again and ran across this Katia by luraiokun as a gift to Rick2Tails.
It caught my eye immediately. The white outline first, but notice the soles of the feet, the breast and the eye that aren’t colored in that light bluish grey really pop out. That’s the whole monochromatic thing again. But I just wanted a pretty cat butt to color, so afraid I didn’t go that route. Got rid of the square around it.
Another less obvious thing I did was remove all the saturation. There’s no color there, even if it appears to have blue in it. It doesn’t. It’s pure grey. That was done for a reason. Because when I apply my base colors on a Multiply layer, they will be darkened. But by first increasing the lightness, the resulting color will be just what it should be. I COULD have tried to remove the grey and make her white, but I’ve found that to be problematic. Better to leave it and brighten the base layer so the final color is what it should be.
You might notice I put the pale belly (nearly white) color on the underside of her tail also and very subtly in her… um… well… butt. No, it’s not canon, but I felt like it for some reason. Probably primarily to add a bit more interest. Also originally I had colored her entire soles of her feet in pink, but revised that when someone said they looked like rat feet. He was right. Pads are better. Next up, shading.
I started with this soft shading, but when I got to this point, I realized that – though I think it looks okay, it doesn’t fit with the style of the drawing and all those hard edges. So I started over and went with hard shading instead.
Yeah. I think that’s better. Not as “3D’ as soft, but it fits with the style better. There’s 2 levels of shading here. The obvious, but right where she’s sitting on her heels, under her armpit and on her neck just below her head there’s a dark shadow. Next, I got creative. I wanted to represent fur as right now she’s too smooth.
So what I did was used a small eraser with a short fade and “bit into” the shadow to give the impression of fur without having to actually draw any. Just tried to keep those “bites” flowing roughly in the direction the fur would at each point. This took, a while, but I think it looks better as a reminder that Katia is SUPPOSED to have fur, not just yellow skin. And doing it in the shadow seems to work pretty well.
And that’s it. A bit of gloss and highlighting, a butt-shadow and a (frankly very quick) background that’s suggestive of an outdoor scene if only by the colors. And now I can take a step back, look at her…
And feel bad because she’s disappointed that I again colored her nude. Sorry sadcat! You just look so GOOD that way. Hey, at least there’s no visible plumbing!
It was bound to happen. I’d been delaying this one for no reason other than that I’m always a little intimidated by Glacierclear. But I took the plunge this morning. Here’s her original:
So I went ahead and added flat colors to it first, but I colored her chest as if the shirt wasn’t there because… *magic happens* TRANSPARENCY! WOOHOO!
And now I put her shirt on properly, with just ever-so-little transparency to make it naughtier.
Yeah, I did put subtle little nippies in there, but they’ll be even subtler after shading…
There, no you barely even can see em. Another layer of darker shade, gloss and highlighting and you get… VOILA!
Colored version of Glacierclear’s Katia. Yeah, Gloss is glossy.
I was a little (very very little) upset when I put that Raydio slavcat/Rajirra recolor on the Prequel fanart booru and someone marked it as Questionable. Questionable? She’s just wearing a bikini! Well, I’ll show them QUESTIONABLE!
(Though really, I shouldn’t mind. Images marked Questionable probably get far more clicks than those without it!)
Actually this one really isn’t bad at all either – more importantly, I like how it came out and pretty sure Glacierclear will too.
I showed it to Kaz and he was okay with me putting it on the Booru. Rather pleased at that, though if it gets taken down by mods, I’ll understand. It’s pretty much the furthest edge you can get without being totally totally NSFW.
Anyway, so I came across Starfighter’s work while looking for a Rajirra or Katia to draw, and darned if he doesn’t say right there on his FA page that he’s fine with others finishing/coloring his sketches. So I took him up on it!
I wouldn’t say I’m GOOD at linework/inking. Just that I’m getting better. I kept most of the sketch in behind my lines here as I was planning to go truly furry with it, and some sketchy lines enhance that I think.
I wanted to experiment with this one, so I tried some colored gradient shading on her boobs and a bit of belly. The result was less than optimal. Interesting, but naaa… It’s not just that I only did the boobs and belly so they pop out as 3d on a flat cat – but the color just is wrong and the gradient is TOO smooth. Someone said they look like eggs. (They do!) But it was funny so I’ll show it here anyway.
No, instead I went for 2 level hard-shading. This is an in-progress point. I had the background basically added and most of the colors. But I wanted it more furry than this so I wasn’t done yet.
And here’s the final. I got some suggestions – mostly on the shadow and there’s a VERY slight pink on the nipples. Hopefully almost imperceptible.
That’s it. Starfighter’s Rajirra. She thicc. I also learned a new acronym! BFCT.
There will undoubtedly be more of similar proportions to come. Starfighter has more! Hehehehehehhhh. I’m calling this one nsfw, because it isn’t. Nothing is obviously showing, but, let’s be honest, you don’t want to use this as a screen-saver at work.
She
peered through the keyhole. She saw his back within, breathing deeply.
So peaceful, he seemed. And she was about to screw up his life too.
Well, there was no help for it – short of turning herself in that is.
She thought about that for a moment before knocking. Beheading probably.
Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. She certainly deserved it. Justice in
Cyrodiil was harsh and swift, and there was no leniency for a crime like
hers. But was it murder?
“Idiot, you locked the young fool in
with that… thing,” Rajirra thought. “She burned her own gloves with the
fucking fire spell. Did you really think she had a chance against it?
She’s probably a charred corpse by now.”
An image of a body,
charred and black leapt into her mind. It’s eyes burned from their
sockets, the teeth ever-smiling now. Smiling at her. Grinning. It’s
fangs long and sharp. It turned it’s black and bone-colored skull
towards her. “MURDERER”
She screamed, then covered her mouth. A
sound came from within. She’d woken him. She shook her head out of her
nightmare and returned to reality, then knocked at the door.
She
heard words spoken in Ta’agra within. To anyone else in town they would
be unintelligible. She however, understood them quite well.
“Fucking
goddamn shit! At this time of night? I’ll fucking bash whoever is there
with my fucking mace and fuck their dead body and eat their head. Who
the fuck is awake at this fucking time?!”
“Who is it? Who is out there?” she heard the bartender switch to the Common language.
“It’s… Ra’Jirra,” she replied in Ta’agra as assurance that it was her.
She heard keys rattle and the bolt thrown back. The door opened just enough to see the bartender’s face beyond.
“Ra’Jirra? Do you know what time it is? What the hell do you want?”
“Please… S’thengir isn’t it? I… I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.”
“Hold
on a minute,” he grumbled and shut the door again. She heard something
heavy thump onto the floor inside before the door opened.
“What?”
S’thengir said impatiently, standing within the doorway. Had she not
been so distressed, the sight of the khajiit dressed in silly
blue-striped pajamas would have at least elicited a chuckle.
“Can I come in?” she asked. This was the moment of truth. He had to let her in!
“What for?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
She began to unlace her bodice.
“Wait!
Stop!” he said, and she stopped. He leaned out and looked around,
making sure no one else was around. Then he looked back at her, his eyes
still full of suspicion.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “We can’t help ourselves sometimes, S’thengir. Surely you know that. You’re a khajiit.”
He grumbled, but opened the door wide and stood aside. “Come in. Of course I do. But I control myself.”
She entered and looked around the little room as he closed and locked the door behind him.
“I’ve…
done so myself, pretty well. But tonight. I just couldn’t,” she said,
finishing the unlacing and removing the vest. She started unbuttoning
the blouse underneath.
S’thengir sat back on the rough ‘bed’ he’d
made on the floor and watched her, a touch of a smile reaching the
corners of his mouth. It was a smile few had ever seen on the gruff face
before.
“Do you want to become pregnant?” he asked her. “I’m not prepared to father a litter.”
“No, khajiit. I have potions. I just need you. I am leaving town in the morning. Before I go, I need this.”
“I
see. Yes, I know the need too. But you must have more self-control,
khajiit-woman. We must not be seen as animals here among the other
races.”
“That is why I come at night,” she answered. She stood now
with her blouse open, her breasts not fully revealed, knowing they
would have their natural effect.“
“That was wise,” he said, watching her in the flickering candlelight, his eyes focused somewhat lower than her face.
“Will
you not join me, khajiit-man?” she asked, her hands ready to remove the
blouse and reveal herself to him. “You make me feel… wanton.”
He laughed a short, somehow angry laugh.
“You are wanton, are you not? No, thank you Ra’Jirra. I prefer to watch you undress. It arouses me.”
“I
see,” she said, and let the blouse slip from her shoulders. Then, with
as much grace as she could muster, she lowered her skirt slowly. She
stood naked in front of the bartender, awkward and embarrassed. Her hair
covered her breasts after she had bent to step out of the skirt now,
but he was looking farther down than that now. She felt the familiar
heat rising within her, and it shamed her. She did like this, and she
didn’t want to.
“Turn around,” he said, and she did so, bending to rest her hands on a chair. Behind her she heard him removing his pajamas.“
"Will you not… ”
“Foreplay? Of course. I am no rapist. I do not enjoy an unprepared woman. But, turn back around Ra’Jirra.” he replied.
She turned back to see him fully dressed.
“What?? I don’t understand! I need…”
“You
need nothing. Thank you for the show. Your body is excellent. But now,
put your clothes on and tell me why you wake me this late at night,” he
demanded.
“I… I wanted…”
“Ra’Jirra. Do you know what a
bartender does? It is my trade to know my customers. And you are a
khajiit. I can read you better than these humans, and I read them well.
Your eyes are red. You have been crying. Your hair is brushed, but until
recently it was disheveled. I do attract you, and perhaps sometime we
may mate, but that is not why you have come. Tell me or leave.”
Rajirra turned around and sat on the chair heavily.
“You see much, S’thengir,” she said. “More than with your eyes.”
“And
more than with my cock,” S’thengir smiled. “But you had a disadvantage
in your scheme, whatever it was, Ra’Jirra. You see, I’m already in a
relationship. A serious relationship. Your body, as tempting as it is,
will not move me to compromise my love.”
She smirked. “You were none to quick to stop me undressing, I noticed.”
S’Thengir
stood and walked slowly over to her and bent to put his mouth beside
her ear. She could feel his warm breath inside it.
“She never said I couldn’t look,” he whispered, tickling the sensitive fur inside.
She turned to him, but he backed away.
“Now now, foul temptress. Hands off the merchandise. Wait here a moment. I’ll be right back,” he said, and left the room.
Ra’Jirra
thought desperately. Seduction was out. Still, she had managed to
secure a refuge, at least for a little while. She tried to think of
something else. Something that might convince him to help her escape the
city in the morning. But he returned with two glasses of strong
khajiiti drink and she’d not come up with anything yet.
“Still naked? I guess you didn’t understand me,” he said, handing her one glass.
She shrugged. Being naked didn’t bother her.
“Drink. I call it Eye of the Tiger. My own mix. Try it! I’m rather proud of it,” he said, taking a sip of his own.
It tasted like cold fire on her tongue. She had thought of nothing. She was running out of time.
“It’s good,” she said. “Very good.”
“So,
now. Ra’Jirra. Why are you here? And please tell the truth. My patience
is growing thin, and my vow to my love hangs by a thread. I will kick
you out instantly and call the guards if I sense any lie. And I’m very,
very good at sensing lies.”
She looked at him. She looked at the
drink. She looked back at him, and the expression on her face was no
longer contrived. It was one of sincere desperation. She downed the
drink and felt it begin to do it’s work.
“I killed someone tonight. I need to get out of town.”
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