Is this pushing a non-NSFW blog too far? Guess I’ll find out. It’s NOT safe for work IMHO, but it’s also not porn. I do hope it’s not over-the-top too bad as I’m going to insert it into my story. It’s a nekked lizard with naughty bits conveniently covered. I commissioned Cider to do a scene from Evil Quill Weave Pt. 3. Technically I asked for one where she was running around effectively naked with a Jack-O-Lantern. Sort of the main scene of the story.
This isn’t quite what I had in mind – but it works PERFECTLY with an earlier scene where she’s carving a pumpkin (and it says she removed her Evil Outfit, though it didn’t specifically say she was nekked.)
So, here’s the original sketch from Cider:
And here’s my coloring/background/editing thingy:
What do you think? Too far? I have a blog for NSFW stuff, but I’m really hoping I can slide this under the wire in the Fanart booru. I’m going to give it a shot anyway!
Well, last night was an interesting stream. Kaz and friends playing TF2 while Cider drew commissions. I got a couple. One of Quill and Katia getting married, the other of a crying Quill-Weave.
I had thought to end my last fanfiction with this, so I color-ated it. Cider’s sketch:
First with flat colors…
A bit of shade:
But as much as I adore it, the words… well, no offense but…
I thought about putting a background in, but I kinda like it like this. So yeah, I’m going to put this in as an image in my most recent Katia/Quill/Rajirra story.
That is the question. Yesterday I felt like doing yet another color job, and I came across this sketch by Kazerad as a commission for Rick2Tails. I didn’t ask Rick if I could color it, but I feel like I know him well enough to know he’d be fine with it – and Kaz is certainly fine with it.
Now first, let me go off on a rant about coloring scanned sketches. Don’t. That’s my rant. I’m not ragging on Kaz here at all, but dammit it’s hard to get rid of all those extra lines! On the good side, you get so MANY lines to choose from – it’s kinda of a Roll-Your-Own sketch. Don’t like the curve of her thigh? Choose a different line! I mean, look at those intertwined tails! Quill magically has two different end-tails! 🙂 But that’s my problem. If I really wanna color a pencil sketch, there’s an hours worth of cleanup work to even get started!
But I really like this one because I honestly think it’s the only Kazerad drawing of a HAPPY Quill-Weave in existence. And, let’s face it, there’s some pretty seriously implied shipping going on here between Quill and Katia. Granted they’re about to go down on the Titanic but still…
Okay, but here’s the real question. A while back I did that sunbathing Quill and put lots of shiny highlighting on her. I liked it. A lot. So then even when I did the Pilgrim one I kept the shiny highlilghts.
Now, I’m afraid I’ve probably taken it too far. And that’s the Q. I know from past experience that my Tumblr readers don’t talk back much. That’s okay. I’ll post this elsewhere too. But I’m honestly wondering if I’m taking the shiny too far. (And breast emphasis – I already know that. But that’s something I’ll just have to live with.)
So, here it is – without the shiny. This is not finished – I made sure to keep all clothing colors change-able as I’m not convinced I like those either. And the water is horrible. But BESIDES that, is this better without shiny highlights:
Or with the shiny bits:
Of course, I’m leaning towards ‘with’ but that may well be just me. If I’m overdoing it, I would actually like to know!
Drawed by Kazerad, color and shitty background by me.
I started to second-guess myself on the shiny hussy Quill-Weave highlighting, but then I said WTH. It’s just for fun after all, right? I think that Bikini-Quill where I made her all shiny has somehow stuck, so I’m making her shiny here too.
But really, the pilgrim Weedum-Ja is being pretty hypocritical here even for a pilgrim! I doubt they’d approve of the gaudy gold headfin rings, and I KNOW they wouldn’t stand for the cross-dressing!
I was thinking about making Quill’s dress a sensible grey, but your eye can only handle SO much grey,black and white and I liked it better in pink. So QW gets to wear a nice pink dress. With frills. Don’t be upset Quill, what does that cross-dressing Weedum-Ja know anyway?
(Both characters technically copyright of Bethesda in Oblivion, though of course the redesign by Kazerad in Prequel Adventure. Also, if Kaz can be believed – and on this I think he can – Weedum-Ja IS a Pilgrim class in-game. So, nice little flip on the Pilgrim thing there.)
Quill-Weave sunning herself on a rock. I really liked Ciderward’s “where did the summer go” last bikini pic, so when Johnny Cheesedog scanned and posted this a while ago, it was just a matter of time before I got my sweaty claws on it.
Original:
by Kazerad commissioned by Johnny Cheesedog:
Extra Crispy:
After I colored it and made her all sweaty and hot. I think I may need to find more QW to make sweaty and hot again. Damn that calendar, I’ll miss sweaty and hot!
And what do you know? It’s not even Questionable!!!
After the fanfic readings Friday night from Kaz, I’m dying to write more. Maybe I’ll even improve my grammar and spelling. But what to write, what to write? Well, I’ve got an idea for that. Since I have SO many followers (50% of which are actually likely not porn-bots), ask the readers! So, have a survey!
If I set it up right, it should be completely anonymous. Using Google Forms because those other ones kinda suck visually and I always like putting images in things.
So… what do you want to see more of on the fanfic side? Don’t worry, there’s ideas for totally new stuff there too as well as a write-in area.
Rather than clog up your feed with yet another of my ever-expanding Dodger fanfic posts, I’ll just make this a notice that it’s up. New character – the gal on the right here.
I’m probably going to add another image to the post tonight as I have a new artist who’s going to be helping me out occasionally. It’ll be interesting to see what her rendition of ‘anonymous fantasy dodger criminal’ looks like.
I think she’s just going to send me line art so I’ll probably color it
too. She’s been working on doing Dodger too. Her comment, “Dodger’s
really a chrome dome, isn’t she!”
(And yes, I know that was just Dodger’s imaginary representation of the criminal class. She’s just had one actually appear.)
http://bdfanfic.tumblr.com is where I’m posting them now. Probably best to go to the archive if you’re not up to date though.
She waited a moment, then put the key in the lock and opened the door. Yellow-Eyes was still on the bed but awake as she set the plates down and locked the door behind her.
“Everything okay?” he asked taking a plate.
“Yeah. A couple of guys tried to pick my pocket, but no problem. I didn’t have any money there anyway, thanks to you. Apparently there’s a Thieves Guild in this town!”
“Of course. Not uncommon in a city of this size.”
“They called you ‘Kem’.”
Yellow-Eyes didn’t even pause. Between mouthfuls, he grunted, “Yeah. They call me that here.”
“Which is your real name then?”
“Neither. Can you get me some water from the table?”
Dodger crossed to the table, filled a mug from a pitcher there, and brought it back.
“Well, what’s the plan? Are we going to see your friend?”
“No. She’ll come here.”
“She?”
Yellow-Eyes looked up. “Yes. She.”
“When?”
He resumed eating. “Don’t know. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”
“So, we’re just going to stay here?”
“I am. You do whatever you want. Go see the city. Just watch yourself.”
Dodger sat on the floor cross-legged and dug into her dinner in earnest. Once she started eating, it was all she could do to keep from wolfing it all down at once. It was as if her body was reminded how long it had been since she’d last eaten – and how little it had been even then. It wasn’t till her plate had been picked clean that she looked up. Yellow-Eyes was watching her.
“You okay?” he asked.
Dodger wiped her mouth with her sleeve. “Fine. Sorry. I was pretty hungry I guess.”
“I guess!”
“Well, I think I’ll take a look around anyway. You’re really just going to stay here?”
Yellow-Eyes nodded.
“Okay. I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Two knocks, then two,” he said as she was walking out, though this time she looked both ways down the hallway before she turned back.
“Wait, we’re going to change the knocks every time? Why?”
“Someone might have heard you last time.”
“You’re paranoid. You know that, right?”
“Two knocks, then two more. I’ll keep the key and lock up behind you.” he said.
She tossed the key back to him, but he let it hit the floor without making any effort to catch it.
“Lazy too,” she said.
“Dodger. If you get in trouble, I won’t be looking for you. You need to know that. You’re on your own here. Be careful.”
“Alright DAD.”
“That’s the point. I’m not your dad. I’m an architect. I wish you well, Dodger, but I’m not even you’re guardian here. You don’t have a guardian.”
“Okay, okay. Got it. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
The hallway was still clear when she closed the door and by the time she got to the stairs at the end of it, she heard the latch turn. She went back down the stairs. In the public room, the place was getting busier. She took the plates to the end of the bar. Mr. Broad was talking to someone at the other end of the bar, but he noticed her and nodded so she set the plates down and walked out.
The stars were just coming out as she stepped into the cooling air. The streets, though far from deserted, were certainly less bustling than they had been earlier. Yellow-Eyes, a.k.a. Kem, a.k.a. who knows what had given her a fair idea of the city layout with the tower in the center. It did make it easier to navigate though.
But mostly she just watched the people. Such a variety of people. And not just the variation in races she had read about, but the sizes, ages, clothing styles. It was like the vines back in the Marsh – no two were exactly the same.
“No wonder humans think we all look the same. In comparison with them, I guess we do!” she thought. “Not many kids though. I wonder if they keep them indoors?”
She found herself back in the area with the graves. When she came near the one Yellow-Eyes had placed a rock on, she noticed it was gone. At least, if it was the same headstone. They were all so similar she might be wrong, but she didn’t see any rocks on the other nearby headstones either and she was fairly sure she was at the right place.
“Must be some sort of signal,” she thought. “He puts a rock up there and his friend notices, and comes to that inn as a pre-arranged meeting place. Gotta write that down.”
She sat and scribbled some notes about the two men and what they’d told her of the Guild as well as what she’d learned from Yellow-Eyes. The locking of the door and the code knocking she could use too. Even the nasty restroom could be handy. This trip was turning out to be a bounty of ideas!
When she’d finished her notes, she just sat back and watched the people go by. There were certainly Argonians as well as Orsimer occasionally, but they were still a minority compared to the humans with their swirly ears and their patchy hair. She began to notice patterns though. While there were exceptions, the males tended to keep their hair cropped short, while the females’ hair was usually longer and more elaborately kept. Also, the older the males were, the less hair they tended to have if they weren’t completely hairless.
Yet facial hair ran the opposite way. In fact, she finally decided that the females didn’t have facial hair at all! She saw not a single case in which a female sported any below the nose or under the mouth. That must go beyond style and be an actual physical trait.
She also noticed that the females tended to dress to emphasize their breasts, while the males wore loose fitting trousers as a way of de-emphasizing their own sex. She thought back to Yellow-Eyes and his comment about only needing a jacket. She saw no Argonians here without a full outfit though – minus the footwear. Humans may just see a crocodile in a jacket, but he really should have a full set of clothes. She decided to see if she could find him some pants.
Of course, she actually did have some coin. But she certainly didn’t keep it in her pockets like those cutpurse’s seemed to expect. Yellow-Eyes had seen to that long before they got to the city. The problem was going to be to find a clothing store with clothing for Argonians that would fit Yellow-Eyes. She stood up and began to wander around, now with an eye to finding such a store.
However, she began to realize that the storefronts were all closing down for the night. Only the taverns and brothels seemed to stay open much after dark here, so she gave up on that idea and came at last full-circle back to Luther’s. She climbed the stairs, having only elicited a couple of glances by the patrons and knocked the pattern. Within she heard the lock turn and the door opened. Yellow-Eyes was still alone.
“No friend?”
“Not yet.”
Dodger noticed the room had been rearranged somewhat in her absence. A new set of bedclothes had been arranged on the floor among other things. Yellow-Eyes sat atop those, leaving the bed empty for her. She sat down on it.
“You need clothes, Yellow-Eyes. No one walks around without pants here.”
“I’ll get some as soon as I can.”
“I was going to buy you some, but all the shops are closed after dark.”
Yellow-Eyes turned to look at her. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll make my own way.”
“I know. I wanted to,” Dodger said, laying down and turning to the wall.
“Well… thank’s Dodger,” she heard as she closed her eyes.
“No problem.”
She drifted off to sleep then, probably as happy as she could ever remember being. She was on an adventure for the first time in her life, and the next day would bring more adventures without a doubt.
Suddenly she was awoken by knocking. Three knocks, then one. She looked over at Yellow-Eyes, but he was already up, sword in hand and standing at the door. He signaled for her to be quiet, and she backed up away from the door with her feet pulled up.
Author’s note: I’ve decided to continue my fanfiction on a different blog. bdfanfic.tumblr.com. I’ll reblog to here from there for a while, but eventually I’ll stop putting fanfictions there at all and reserve it for other oddities. So, if you want to follow my fanfic stuff, be sure to add bdfanfic.tumblr.com blog to your… whatever it is. Here’s part 3 of Dodger: Continuation.
They resumed their journey in the bustling street. Eventually they came to a district full of what appeared to be graves. Yellow-Eyes stepped off the path and grabbed a small stone, setting it gingerly onto an otherwise unremarkable headstone.
“What’s that for?” Dodger asked, not able to resist the question.
“Never you mind. Let’s go.”
They returned the way they’d come and passed through to an area where she read “Elven Garden” above the gateway. Dodger was nearly ready to ask Yellow-Eyes where she might stop to use a bathroom when instead he stepped up to a building with a sign overhead that read “Luther Broad’s Boarding House”. Within, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light. Yellow-eyes was already speaking with a man she could only assume was Luther Broad in quiet tones. The man nodded and handed him a key.
“Come Dodger. We have a place to stay for the night.”
“Where’s the restroom?” she asked, and Yellow-Eyes gestured to a door to their right.
Once inside, she wished she had done her business outdoors. The stench was powerful, and there were two men there pissing into the same hole while another was just finishing up. As disgusting as the place was, she had to admit that she’d discovered a new fact about human anatomy she’d not known before. Her books had been quite unclear as to certain details. Looking at the stinking hole, she was at least gratified to see the other two were finishing up, and they left her in peace while she did her best to complete the task as sanitarily as she could manage while not gagging.
She saw Yellow-Eyes waiting for her by the stairs as she tried to adopt a non-nonchalant attitude.
“Sure, I piss in stinking shitholes all the time with other humans around,” she thought to herself. “No big deal, right?”
But as they entered their room, she let loose.
“Oh my god! Yellow-Eyes, that place was awful! How do you stand it? I’m going outside next time!”
“You’ll get used to it,” he said, laying down on the bed.
Dodger crossed to the meager window and tried to look out. “I doubt that very much.”
“Dodger, don’t piss outside unless you go all the way out of the city. It’s a crime and you could get put in jail. This place is full of laws you mustn’t cross.”
Dodger scratched at the window, hoping to clean through the dirt. She finally managed to get a bit of a view, but her window just looked out onto the next building so she turned back to Yellow-Eyes.
“Only one bed?”
“Dodger, I’m penniless. My friend will help us out, but I don’t want to push it. You can have the bed, just let me take a quick nap. I know the owner though, and he knows I’m good for the rent. And he knows you’re with me. Why don’t you go down and get us some food?”
“Good idea!” she nodded, suddenly feeling the emptiness of her belly.
As she stepped to the door, Yellow-Eyes caught her attention and tossed her the key.
“Lock it.”
“Nice place you’ve brought me to,” she said, catching the key.
“I brought you nowhere, young one. You came here of your own free will.”
“Good point. Okay, I’ll be back shortly.”
“When you come back, knock three times, then once before you open the door,” the Argonian said, closing his eyes.
“Jeeze,” she thought as she stepped out into the hall. “Is he paranoid or what?”
Suddenly she had a thought and looked around the hall. No one there, but she should start checking. Maybe he wasn’t paranoid.
“So, you’re with Kem?” the man she figured was Luther asked as she sat at the bar. It was still afternoon and there weren’t many patrons around.
“Kem?”
“Well, that’s what he calls himself here anyway. Why, what do you call him?”
“Mostly Sir.”
“A good girl, you. Sure, I’ll get you some food. Want anything while you wait?”
“A drink would be nice. Maybe some ale?”
“Ale huh? How old are you kid?”
“Seventeen,” she admitted.
“Yeah. About what I figured. Have some Root Beer.”
Dodger took a sip as Luther walked into a back room. “Not bad, really,” she thought. Somehow she had figured it would taste like the bathroom smelled. But mostly the public room smelled of humans, smoke and stale beer. She saw a couple of men looking at her, but decided it would be best to ignore them as much as she could. That worked for a minute, but then she saw them approaching from the corner of her eye.
“What’s a scaly girl like you doing in a place like this?” one of them asked. She was actually please to notice he didn’t slur his words.
“I’m traveling with a friend. Name’s Dodger. What’s your name?” she asked, standing up from the stool and holding out her hand in greeting.
“Oh! You speak the language well. Glad to meet you Dodger. I’m Falric and this is my brother Elric.”
Dodger was pleased to see her insight was right. Give a stranger your name and they’re not a stranger anymore. And hopefully they’ll be kind. She shook Elric’s hand.
“Are you travelers too?”
“Traveler? Oh no. We live here in the city,” Falric replied, resting his hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly she felt uncomfortable. Customs vary widely, but what she had learned of human custom indicated that physical touch is not normal among strangers. This man was getting a little too personal. She decided the direct approach might be best. She took his hand and pulled it away from her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Falric. I’m still not familiar with human customs well, but where I’m from we don’t touch like that. Really, I apologize. It’s just not comfortable for me.”
The man’s reaction was a relief.
“Oh. I see. Well I meant no offense. So where are you headed?” he continued.
She felt a rustle behind her and spun around to face Elric, catching his hand deftly.
“I don’t have any money. Sorry Elric,” she said, baring her teeth in what could have been a sweet smile, or could have been something more.
“Oh. Um… sorry Dodger. My brother… sticky fingers you know.” Falric said.
Dodger released the Elric’s hand, making sure he scraped his wrist on her talons first.
“Oh, I know all right.”
“Listen, Dodger. You seem like a girl with her head on straight. If you ever need a job…”
“If I need a job pick-pocketing travelers, I’ll look out for you two. Or I’ll just freelance.”
“Oh, you don’t want to do that, Missy,” Elric said, rubbing his wrist. “There’s a Guild you know. You’ll lose your hand or worse if you don’t join the Guild.”
“A Guild huh? Tell me about it Elric,” she said, putting her arm around his back and lead the two brothers back to a table nearby. “I’m very interested…”
A few minutes later the bartender returned with two covered plates. He stepped up to the table where the three were talking.
“Hey, what’s this? Dodger, you don’t want to hang around with these two!”
“Oh, it’s fine Mr. Broad. My friends here were just telling me all about a Guild I might be interested in joining.”
The owner’s eyes opened wide. “Oh? You?”
“You never know.”
“Best ask your friend Kem about that,” Mr. Broad warned, setting the plates down.
At that, the other two men’s eyes followed the same path. “Kem? Is he here? You’re with Kem?” Falric said, suddenly pulling back away from her.
“I… suppose so. Yeah. I’m with Kem. Why?”
The two stood up with alarm. “Listen, tell Kem we didn’t many anything by it. We were just… well, you know. Business!”
“Yeah, business!” said Elric as they walked as quickly as reasonably possible to the door. "Gotta go now. Nice to meet you Dodger!“
“Nice to meet…” Dodger was saying as the door closed behind them. “…you too.”
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