Part 2 – Evil Quill-Weave: First Caper

Author’s note: Images blatantly and obviously edited from Kazerad’s original Evil Quill-Weave posts. I don’t think he’ll mind. I really like this one. And it’s almost not lewd! (almost). Thanks to the discord folks on UPD5 for providing me with the worst imaginable names for Evil Quill-Weave by the way!

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“You need a name if you’re going to
be an arch-villain you know,” said the Faceless Mook. “You can’t just be some
nameless mystery villain.”

Quill-Weave sat back on her new
throne of skulls. Well, it was painted like skulls anyway. “I know, I know. But
it’s so hard to come up with a good name. Got any ideas?”

“How about Quill-Reave?”

Quill wrinkled her face in disgust.
“No. Lady something. Or maybe Mistress something.”

“Lady Quill-Reave?”

“Too close to my real name too. No,
it needs to bear some reflection on me though. Something unique.”

“Baddy Two-Tits?”

The wine spurted from her nose.
“Cute.”

“Mistress Cannonball Rack?”

“If possible, see if you can take
your mind out of my cleavage and think! Maybe something random…”

“Lady Kazerad”

“Don’t be ridiculous. What kind of
name is Kazerad?”

“A shitty one.”

“That’s the first thing you’ve said
that makes sense.”

“Um… Kill-Weave?”

Quill sighed. “I told you, it’s
hard! Let’s go with that for now. But I retain the option to change it later!
For now, Mistress Kill-Weave will do.”

“And I suppose I’m just supposed to
call you Mistress?”

“Of course! Like all good minions
do.”

Faceless Mook stood up from the
ebony (colored) table and stretched, “Well, Mistress, I’m going to call it a
day. The wife said I have to be home early today to help clean up the hovel.”

“You don’t tell her where you go
every day do you?

“Of course I do. Quill…”

“Mistress!”

“Sorry – Mistress, she’s my wife. I
tell her everything I do.”

“What do you tell her?”

“I tell her I’m going back to that
crazy Argonian’s tower.”

“And… she doesn’t mind?”

“Not when I bring back money every
day.”

“What if we were having an affair?
What about that?” Quill asked, rather insulted.

“If I was bringing back money every
day, she’d call me a gigolo. And then take the money.”

“You don’t tell her where my secret
lair is, do you?”

“Quill…”

“MISTRESS!”

“Mistress, everyone in the village
knows where your secret lair is.”

“They do?”

“They do.”

“Do they cower in fear?”

“Not… precisely. But the carpenter
did say nice things about you after you bought that chair from him.”

“Throne.”

“Sorry, ‘Throne’”

“Throne of Skulls.”

“Throne of Carved Skulls. Carved,
painted skulls.”

“Well dammit, where am I supposed to
get real skulls at anyway?”

“There’s always the graveyard.”

“EWWW! That’s just gross!”

“Sorry Mistress. But I gotta be
going.”

“Alright, but I expect to see you
bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Noon.”

“Bright and early tomorrow at noon
then.”

“Goodnight Quill.”

“MISTRESS!!!”

“Goodnight Mistress,” said the Faceless Mook, as
he removed his Mook outfit and put on his regular clothes and walked out the
door, taking care to jiggle the handle so it latched properly.

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“Well, every villain has to start
with what she has available,” the Mistress of Evil thought to herself. “Now, I
need to start thinking about the future. I have to do something Evil. What can
I do that’s Evil tonight? Hmmm…”

She rose from her throne and began
the ascent to her bedroom. As she rounded the circular stairs to the top of the
tower, she looked out the small arched window. “No, you peed out the window
last night. Besides, then I’d just have to clean it up again in the morning. Something
even more Evil than that…”

Eventually she gave up, removed her
Evil garb, and continued her writing. She found that her writing was inspired
by these monthly trips to her lair at least. It wasn’t till she had climbed
into bed that she finally got an idea. Suddenly she was wide awake. Those
stupid villagers. They were probably talking about the crazy Argonian lady even
now. That wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all! She had to inspire fear, and if
she couldn’t even get those rubes to fear her, what was the point?

But now she had a plan. It would
have to wait until they were all asleep, but then she would strike!

She heard the bats flying in and out
of the attic above her. Mooky had wanted to clear them out, but she knew
better. They were atmosphere. The
dungeon was even better. The manacles were a bit pricey, and they hadn’t a
speck of nice authentic rust on them yet, but they were necessary. She’d
considered buying a rack, but those things were damnably expensive! The
carpenter could make a fake one she guessed.

Finally the candle had burned low
and she estimated it must be after midnight. She smiled a toothy grin that
would have made an alligator proud and donned her villain outfit again. She
only got her tail stuck once this time and felt she was getting better at it.
Then she took the remains of her candle and crept down the stairs, pausing
momentarily to get what she needed.

Then she slunk out into the cool
night air. Before she’d gotten halfway to the village, she realized it was too
cool. A breeze was coming up as a storm approached. Suddenly a bolt of
lightning flashed in the distance and the slow rolling rumble of thunder
swelled.

“That’s more like it,” she thought.
“This is a night for Evil. Tonight, Mistress Kill-Weave will strike fear into
the hearts of those who would mock her! Crazy Argonian indeed! I’ll show them
Crazy!”

The moonlight disappeared as the
racing clouds covered it just as she neared the outskirts of the village. Just
as she’d hoped, the lights were all out and not a sound was heard, but for a
dog yapping from some far-away hut.

Suddenly she realized something.
“What if they have a dog?” As she approached the door of the nearest hut she
looked around her for signs of any pet. Her worries were dispelled when she saw
the yellow eyes of a black cat watching her. “No, no dogs here!” she realized.
As if in assurance, the cat padded over to her and stroked itself against her
leg. For a moment she wondered if cats could breathe underwater, but banished
the thought as irrelevant and unproductive. Instead, she slid from shadow to
shadow until she was at the door. She tried the latch.

“Unlocked. Of course. The innocent
peons,” she laughed to herself. Soon they would lock their doors and bolt their
windows every night now that Mistress Kill-Weave was near! The door
opened directly into the kitchen, and was as silent as she was. It took only a
little time to find what she was looking for.

When she emerged, the storm was
growing stronger and threatening to unleash it’s fury any minute as flash after
flash of lightning guided her back to her lair as if by her own dark lord’s
will. The howl of the wind was now growing and she laughed out loud, knowing
the scene of chaos that would present itself in the morning. The laugh, lost on
the wind, was the perfect cackle of an Evil Overlord.

Still, she thought, damn but these
leggings are thin. The wind raced
right up her dress and sent a shiver over her that was at once thrilling and
damned embarrassing. Maybe she shouldn’t have worn the Evil Outfit after all.

Suddenly something slapped her hard
in the face as the wind caught hold of her dress in earnest and blew the front
of it smack into her snout. She pushed it away, and used her tail to hold the
back side down.

And then the rain started. It went
from dry to monsoon in less than a second. As she staggered towards the tower
through the woods, she realized her high-heels were no longer appropriate in
the rain. She would definitely need to get boots. She removed her shoes, then
realized that she would ruin her leggings if she tried walking in them. Those
things weren’t cheap either. She wondered momentarily if leather was okay to
get wet, but decided it was pointless now. She did what was necessary and
removed the leggings and tucked them under one arm as her other tried in vain
to keep the front of her dress down with her free hand.

She was no longer feeling a thrill
at having a breeze blow up her dress. Now she just felt cold, wet and naked.
Miserable. She recalled Mae’s admonition, “Be
that woman.” Well, that woman wouldn’t be in this mess. But she saw the
tower close ahead and at least she was almost safe within its walls at last,
where she could dry off and try and salvage some dignity. At least no one had
seen her.

But something had seen her. Suddenly
she saw two glowing yellow eyes. The cat. It was hissing as it bounded towards
her. She tried to avoid it before she stepped on it, but it let out a yowl as
she tripped over it and she fell headlong into the mud just in front of the
tower door. The leggings were buried in mud. Slime and muck dripped from her
forehead as she raised her head to look at the door she’d almost reached, and
some of the water that flowed down her cheeks was not rain.

She staggered up again, now filthy
as well as wet and reached the door. The latch wouldn’t budge. She pounded on
the door, but the latch diligently did its duty and stayed latched. She slid
down and cried. Only a merciful God could explain why the door gave way when
she was at her most wretched, but open it did and she crawled in.

Eventually her tears dried up. She
peeled herself out of the dress, found a towel and dried herself off. Then she
half-walked and half crawled up the stairs to her room and wriggled into bed. A
few tears found their way out that apparently she’d saved up when she thought
of the beautiful outfit she’d surely ruined.

When she awoke, an afternoon sun was
shining through the window. A fresh set of clothes was waiting on the nearby
table that she stared at uncomprehendingly for a while. Then she realized she
was laying across the bed in her normal posture upon awakening, her upper body
slung over the edge. She felt oddly breezy too.

Then she remembered the night’s
disaster and realized she was still naked. Somebody had been in here and put
those clothes out for her. She closed her eyes and fought to make circumstances
different by sheer willpower. It didn’t work. She got out of bed and put on the
clothes and went downstairs.

“Good afternoon, Mistress!” the
Faceless Mook said in greeting.

She wasn’t sure if the man could see
the blush on her face. “Good afternoon Mooky. I suppose that was you who left
the clothes?”

“Sure was Miss Nipless! I saw your
outfit by the door when I came in too. Took ‘em to my wife. Look here. Good as
new!”

Suddenly Quill-Weave’s attitude
brightened considerably. She took the proffered clothes and held them up. They
were as advertised. Even the leggings showed no sign of the previous night’s
disaster.

“Oh, Mooky! THANK YOU!” Quill said,
tears of joy running down her cheeks as she gave him a hug fit for another
Argonian.

“Aww, wasn’t nothing. My wife did
most of the work. She’s a wizard with laundry. You should meet her sometime.”

“I will! I will!”

“We figured you got stuck out in
that storm last night. It was an awful storm. You must have been soaked.”

“Oh I was. But I made it back.
Eventually.”

"Well, all’s well that ends
well. Now, come and sit down. The wife made you something special for your
troubles.”

The cake on the table looked like it
was made by an angel. Quill walked over to it, her eyes wide and sparkling.

“For me?”

“Of course it’s for you! Here, I’ve
cut you a slice already. Say, what were you doing out there anyway last night?”

“I… well… I was doing something…
evil.”

“Oh! What did you do? Kill some
innocent animal or something?”

“No. I started thinking about what
you said. About the villagers. That business about the crazy Argonian lady. I
took my revenge!”

Suddenly the face on the Faceless
Mook became worried.

“Really? You’re first real Evil
Deed? What did you do?”

“Mooky, I did the most evil thing
imaginable. I sneaked into someone’s house and…”

“Yes? What did you DO
Mistress?!”

“I… replaced their sugar with….
SALT!” she said with an evil grin as she stuffed a big bite of cake into her
mouth.

After two full glasses of water, she
was able to talk again. But she didn’t say anything. She just sat on her skull
throne, sobbing miserably. She didn’t even see Faceless Mook take the cake away
and throw it into the trash bin. He left quietly after that, deciding that she
probably wanted to be left alone.

Part 1 – Evil Quill-Weave: Origin

Author’s note: After working on that Evil Quill-Weave picture, I got inspired to write another fanfic. Not sure if/when I’ll continue it, but here it is. It seems inane to post the same image again, so instead I’ll post an image of my Evil Quill-Weave mod from Skyrim that I use as a Avatar sometimes. The rest is, alas, a wall of text.

The idea had been fermenting in her for months. ‘Foment’ might be the better
word choice, she realized, but with the added implication of alcohol
involvement it seemed more appropriate. It was during her travels doing
research on the doomstones that it had truly moved from fanciful thought
process to a more concrete notion. A rumor had come to her of an undocumented
doomstone deep in the forests south of the Corbolo River. Since a known
doomstone, the Shadow Stone, was in the region anyway it made sense to travel
there.

Of course she had gotten lost, but in a very real sense, that was kind of
the goal. She’d hired a retainer to act as her guide and, though practically
mute, he seemed competent enough. Then they came across a site she’d not
expected. It was a tower, long abandoned but still serviceable, hidden deep
within the forest and apparently completely forgotten. Upon her return from her
travels, she hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. It was her secret, she decided.
Well, her and that retainer. But she’d paid him well to keep quiet, not that he
apparently knew any other way, the faceless Mook. She didn’t even tell her
lover, Castia, and that was saying something.

However, it was Castia that really was the impetus that began Quill-Weave’s
descent into evil. Of course, she’d long been fascinated with the criminal
element of society, yet they never measured up to her imagination. Inevitably,
when you got right down to it, the criminal mind was one of two types. One was
usually a decent enough chap who was pushed into law-breaking by circumstances
beyond his control, then realized he liked it. As long as you didn’t cross him
or threaten to expose him, he was likely to be a nice guy really.

Then there were the crazies. Sociopathic nutjobs who would do whatever they
felt like, at any time, to anyone. Those were the dangerous types and she tried
to spot them quickly and then head the other way. But even they were… random.
They weren’t like the characters in her books, who were always scheming up some
nefarious plot or another. The sociopaths were just nutjobs who had no filter
for any whim that blew across their mind. That’s not really evil. It’s more
like they’re just animals who never developed higher civilized brain function.
Those types she didn’t like though, and on more than one occasion she let slip
a clue or two for the Legion.

Okay, maybe “clue” would be too subtle. She practically handed them notes
saying “So and so did this. Here’s proof. Arrest him.” The Legion wasn’t known
for its deep cunning or wit.

But an author knows more than most how deep words can cut. Being called a
stick-in-the-mud would have been a trivial offense to most. But Quill-Weave was
particularly susceptible to its deeper implications. She had spent years
writing her series on the lowlifes of Cyrodil, and some of those ‘lowlifes’ had
become pretty damned ‘high’ in the political world in that time. She was more
than a little aware of just how bourgeois her own life had become, and in the
back of her mind she resented it. So it only took a little spark to set her
off.

She sat up in bed suddenly one night, realizing what she had to do. She had
to become that which she had sought for all her life. She had to become Evil
Incarnate. Her search for it in the criminal classes had been fruitless. It
didn’t exist. But she was an author. She knew what it must look like and how it
must act. And she had enough resources now to make it reality. So she took a
special trip to the Imperial City to visit a tailor she knew who worked in
specialty products that only certain trades would have a need for.

In front it appeared to be just another shop marketing trinkets and small
leather goods and watched over by an equally nondescript Khajiit. She recognized
Quill-Weave when the author entered. A quick exchange and Quill was led through
a door in the back, then climbed down a hidden trap door to an underground room
of illicit and undeniably erotic fabrics, most of which would require a leap of
imagination to call them clothing.

“So, the great author returns to this one’s humble shop eh? Another story of
prostitution perhaps you are working on?”

“Cut the Khajiit-talk Mae. I’m here as a customer this time, pure and
simple. I need something… special.”

“Alright, alright. I get so used to it I sometimes forget who I’m talking
to. So, what are you looking for? Something lacy maybe? I’ve got this great new
design for a G-string that can even handle an Argonian tail. Here, take a
look!”

Quill-Weave took the pink undergarment with disdain, but then looked at it
more closely. Try as she might, she couldn’t figure out how the damned thing
was supposed to work.

Mae took it back from her with a look of disgust. “You really have no
experience at all, do you Quill? This is where the tail goes… here. Then this
wraps around the front.”

“But then that part is what goes over your… you? But it’s not big enough to
cover…”

“Not meant to cover it, silly lizard.”

“But then why would you eve…”

“Oh forget it. What are you looking for?”

“I need something in leather. Black leather.”

“Oh! I didn’t figure you for the S&M type! Top or bottom?”

“Huh? Well, I need both a top and a bottom I guess.”

The Khajiit rolled her eyes. “Newbie eh? No Quill, that refers to if you are
the Dominant or the Submissive. Master or Slave?”

“Oh! Well then… Master. Definitively Master.”

“Come this way. How do you feel about studs?”

“I’m not into men, Mae.”

“Jeeze, no Quill. I mean metal studs. I’ve got a wide variety. Spikey,
black, chrome. Here, take a look at this rack.”

“Mae, I might like women, but that doesn’t mean I want to see your tits!”
Quill responded to a blank-faced Mae.

“So that’s how it is eh?” the Khajiit finally responded when Quill let the
smile creep over her face.

“Hey, you started it!”

“You’re okay Quill, but puns are evil,” the little Khajiit laughed, handing
her an odd crotch-less pair of pants.

“Um… no Mae. I’m going more for a Master Villain look. Less sex, more severe.”

Though she tried on some very, very interesting outfits, in the end Quill
wasn’t satisfied with any of them. None were quite right for the villain she
was planning to become, though she did purchase a couple cute ones anyway just
to have on hand should the need arise.

“Well, that’s all we’ve got that will fit an Argonian. I’m afraid we’re
going to have to go Custom. Let’s go into my office and see if we can come up
with something more like what you have in mind.”

Some minutes later, Quill was watching Mae do sketch after sketch as they
both made adjustments.

“Now, about the bodice, do you see it as open or closed?”

Quill looked down at her chest. “I’ve not got much in that department. I
guess closed.”

Mae noticed the inherent disappointment in the Argonian’s tone. “Nonsense
Quill. Stand up.”

She did as she was bid while the Khajiit boldly grabbed her under her tits
and lifted them up and pushed them together. She squeaked.

“There, now what do you see?”

“I see a cat squeezing my boobs together. Without my permission I might
point out!”

“Oh, lighten up Quill. I’m going to have to take measurements in a little
bit, and I get need to get very accurate around your tail region. No,
Quill, that’s cleavage and plenty of it.”

“But it’s not real. You’re just squeezing my boobs together.”

“Honey, that’s all cleavage is. And I can design it so you look like a
double-D.”

“Will it be comfortable, being squeezed like that?”

“Hell no. You’re a Dominatrix remember. You’re not supposed to be
comfortable.”

“Oh… yeah. Well then, open if you can make me look like that!”

The Khajiit hastily drew an open bodice.

“More… evil,” Quill commented but a growing smile on her face.

Mae drew what looked almost like horns on the sides, but lowering the bodice
even more to their sides.

“Thats… daring!” Quill said, though her wide eyes showed her approval. “My
nipples won’t show?”

“Darling, you’re an Argonian. You have the distinct advantage of not having
any nipples to worry about! Rock that advantage!”

“You’re right. Let’s go for it! Now, about the dress. I feel like it’s
missing something.”

“Yes… You’ll be practically exposed up top. It’s too conservative below. How
about a slit up the side?”

They both looked at the sketch for a minute.

“No, not enough,” Mae admitted. “Two slits. WAAAY up.”

Quill’s smile became more pronounced. “I’ll never be able to wear any
underwear with that.”

“Ah, but I’ve got just the thing for that. Transparent colored leggings
underneath. It’s my latest design.”

“Do it Mae. How long?”

“I’ll have it done in a week. Cash up front of course. You can take those
other two outfits with you. If you’re going to buy this, they’re on the house.
Now, it’s time for measuring. Quill, don’t be shy and let me do my work here.
Humans have it easy with just two legs to worry about. Even Khajiits have
smallish tails that don’t require a lot of precision. But you Argonians have a
massive tail that must be accommodated precisely. I need to know it’s movements
from full up to down flat to full left and full right if I’m to do a proper
job. So, off with the clothes and lift your tail as high as it goes…”

An hour later, Quill felt like she’d just finished a workout with her lover.

“You sure you don’t want to measure my depth? It seems like the only measurement you haven’t taken.” she quipped
as she pulled her skirt on.

“Don’t laugh,” Mae said while scribbling some numbers on a note pad. “I’ve
had to do that before. Sorta. I’ve done some very VERY unusual work. But
no, I’ve got everything I need now. Of course, I get paid for doing what I do,
and paid handsomely. This isn’t going to be cheap.”

She passed a number to Quill.

An eyebrow was raised.

“The other two outfits are free,” the little tailor reminded Quill, her tail
swishing from side to side in anticipation of a sale.

“What’s this line item? Rubies?!”

“I have an idea. Trust me.”

“After what you just put me through, I should marry you! Go ahead. But don’t
expect a tip!”

“What I just put you through was my tip, my dear. See you in a week!”

By the time the week was out, Quill-Weave had worked up something of a
lather in anticipation. No arch-villain worth his salt could go without the
appropriate outfit after all, and the one she and Mae had worked up was right
up there with her own imagination.

At the sight of her, Mae smiled an enigmatic smile and led her down again.

“Oh, I think you’ll like it. Come, try it on!”

A sparkle of red caught her eye. “What’s this?”

“Just try it on. You’ll see.”

Quill looked around for a dressing room before she caught the disdainful eye
of the tailor.

“Just exactly which part of you were you trying to hide from me?”

“Well…”

“Quill, if you’re going to wear this, you need to BE this. The woman who
wears this dress isn’t going to be looking for a dressing room. She’s going to
look for a whip. Be that woman, or you’ll never fit the dress.”

Quill closed her eyes. When she reopened them, she smiled in a way that
almost looked like a different person. She felt different. She had her
old clothes off in an instant, kicking them aside as if kicking away her old
life. Then she pulled the snug leather over herself. She needed a little help
getting her tail in properly, but otherwise it fit like it was tailor-made for
her, which of course it was.

The look on Mae’s face told her all she needed to know, but she submitted to
be led to a full-length mirror anyway.

“Now, put on these leggings,” Mae said, handing her some very sheer, very
stretchable cloth in a shocking purple color.

“Mae. This is really transparent. I told you, this wasn’t for sex!”

“Darling, everything’s for sex.”

"But… it’s very… breezy. I may not have nipples but I’ve got…”

“BE that woman Quill! The woman that wears this doesn’t give a fuck about
modesty. She wears her modesty in her attitude. If a breeze exposes her, she
will wield such disdain for any who would dare to glance at her they would
melt! You are untouchable. You are…”

“Evil Incarnate!” Quill finished for her and Mae smiled back.

“Yes, that’s it. You are no longer Quill-Weave, you are Evil Incarnate. And
Evil Incarnate doesn’t wear frilly panties.”

Quill took another look in the mirror, her eyes sinking to a sultry glare.
The face that stared back at her was not that of the author whose livelihood
came from telling of the exploits of others. This was the face of the person
that Did Things. She bared her fangs and they shone in flickering underground
light. When she looked back at Mae, the little Khajiit backed off reflexively.

“O… okay Quill. That’s enough.”

Quill stepped towards the tailor silently, menacingly until their breasts
touched and her gleaming teeth reflected in the Khajiit’s wide eyes, frightened
eyes. An involuntary shiver ran through Mae that even Quill could see.

“I like the red skull,” she whispered.

“Please, Quill. You’re scaring me.”

Quill turned around and took off the leggings.

“Sorry Mae,” she laughed. “I had to try it out properly.”

“Heh. Yeah. You’re very good at roleplaying. This is for roleplaying,
right?”

“Sure. Roleplaying. That’s what it’s for. Now, please help me get my tail
out of this. Will I need someone to help me with it every time?”

“Oh no. Here, let me show you. If you just stick your tail in first like
this, the rest is easy. Yes, like that. You’ve got it now.”

“So, what about the skull?”

“Oh, I felt it needed a pop of color. Ruby red. I’ll have you know I looked
all over the city for these and no one had anything even close to matching. I
ended up buying them from some strange guy outside the city. Weird guy. Would
you believe, he wore a lit candle on his shoulder! But he had the perfect
stones. I embedded them into the gloves, belt and these optional gauntlets too.
And the skull just fit so perfectly, I didn’t have to touch a thing! Crazy
cheap too.”

Quill spun back to face her again, her eyes flashing.

The Khajiit’s eyes grew wide again. “I… I meant to tell you I was going to
refund some. Here, you can have this back. I’m sorry Quill, but, well, you know
how it is, right? Business is business!”

“Don’t fuck with me Mae. You’re the best at this work. You deserve your pay.
But don’t fuck me over or you’ll regret it,” Quill said with a menace to her
voice that seemed to come of its own accord. Still, the thrill of that cowering
look in the little tailor’s eyes was intoxicating.

All the long ride back home, she kept the package on her lap protectively
while it kept her warm over the miles, seeming to generate its own heat that
went straight to her core. The look in the tailor’s eyes kept coming back to
her. For the first time in her life, Quill had seen real fear – fear of her –
in someone else’s eyes. She felt at once both ashamed and thrilled by it – the
thrill seeming to reach deep into her core and to fill a space she barely knew
existed. Something both primal, physical and essential.

She couldn’t wait to get back home, lock the doors, shutter the windows and
try it on again.

Evil Quill Weave, Stand Up Comedian Gets Heckled

There was a bit of a discussion on the Prequel Fanart booru when I suggested I don’t think I’ve good at coloring. There might be some false modesty in there, but then again I look at some stuff and realize I really do kinda suck still. But I decided to work my ass off on one and see how far I could take it – given my current skill set. I decided to work on a simple one from Kaz:

Even this isn’t unmutilated. I added her right-breast curve and a slight nipple bump there because dammit, if I’m going to be working on this for like 3 hours, I’m gonna have my nips! And of course, this is after significant scan cleanup work.

After flat colors the real fun began. I ended up with 15 active layers on this! First, I thought it would be fun to add actual leather textures and scale textures. In the end, they’re probably not really visible, but they’re there anyway:

3 levels of shading there and I went nuts in highlighting:

If it seems like I spent an inordinate amount of time on her breasts, congratulations! You win the booby prize! Is truth. And I don’t normally do highlights on the skin too. It may be too much but I like it and that’s what matters right? I added this background:

It wasn’t till I’d uploaded (a nipless version) to the Fanart Booru that I realized what I’d created. This is Evil Quill Weave doing a standup comedian routine and angry because someone is heckling her. At least, that’s what it looks like to me! I should have added a mic stand, but I’ve spent enough time on a silly throwaway Kaz sketch. If you like it, GREAT! But I know this is the best I can do given my current abilities.

I still don’t think I’m very good at coloring – but I think, given enough time, effort and inspiration, I’m okay.

What to color next?

First, I’m up to 92 watchers. Wow! I should do something special when I hit 100 I guess! Someone suggested I should stream my coloring jobs. I dunno, I don’t think I’m being falsely modest when I say I’m really not that good. I mean, really – have you SEEN what some people can do? But hey, I’m also enough of an egotist to maybe give it a shot.

I watched a couple FurNut streams a while back and he’s got the cutest cat using FaceRig ever. Great idea. They’ve got a dragon too, but it’s not a CUTE dragon. Still, I might have to give that a shot.

Here’s my dilemma. I got a bunch of sketches from Kaz when I was up there, but I’ve already done all the ones I’m really interested in. Here’s what I’ve got. (I’d clean up the scans a lot before coloring though. No idea why they have that green tint, but I’d turn them to black-and-white first anyway)

Kaz can’t draw anything without them being cute. But meh… Neither inspire me much.

KInda a little intrigued by the pizza one. But… eh…

Now Evil Quill Weave is ALWAYS going to be near the top of my list. The only negative with this one is, I don’t know what the context is! If I do any of them, this is the most likely.

Or this one. I do like doing Quill I must admit.

Wow. That’s a REALLY bad pun Kaz! Like… hopelessly bad. (There’s a guy on the streams that goes by Robbyn I think that’s what this is referencing.)

This is the only one that’s an actual commission! I recall I was trying to be as non-lewd as possible and asked for Katia with a nice butterfly. A good take on it as only Kaz can do! But again, it doesn’t really inspire me much, and it’s such a pain to clean up scans and color I really gotta be inspired. I think I’ve colored every one of the actual commissions I’ve ever gotten, but…

Anyway, not really asking for suggestions here. More I just like putting every chicken-scratch Kaz does online because they’re always fun to look at anyway even if I don’t color them.

Breaking News: QW Rocks the Fandom to It’s Core!

Today in an unprecedented release, Quill-Weave shook her fans to the core with this revelation that has sent millions into panic:

When asked to comment further, our favorite Argonian quipped, “Maybe they should just find a nice girlfriend?”

Our intrepid reporters immediately took to the streets to get the reaction from the masses.

“I… don’t know what to think,” said one fan, obviously heartbroken. “I sent her a marriage proposal just last week. But she never wrote back. Please, I’m just trying to piece my life back together. Leave me alone!”

Another expressed disbelief and outrage. “She was coerced obviously. There’s no way this could be true. There should be a congressional investigation or something. I will never believe it.”

Still others seemed to be resigned to the new normal. This distraught fan expressed the common reaction of most:

“I don’t care. Drawing, CGI model. Pixels on a screen. It doesn’t matter. She may be a drawing, but she’s still a PERSON. She has feelings like you and me. No one should be subjected to the outrage you in the mainstream media are putting her through!”

To gauge the reaction from the female public, the most common response was, “Quill-Who?”

We filmed one fan who hadn’t gotten the news yet. His first reaction, “Hey. She’s naked!” His second, “Get out of my room!”

In a brief statement, Quill’s publicist and creator, Kazerad had this to say.

“Well, she… kinda is. I mean, I just draw her sometimes. I don’t know why it’s big news to anybody.”

It’s obvious that Kazerad is trying to distance himself from Quill-Weave’s outrageous declaration, but deep undercover operatives have discovered that in fact he has a room FULL of pictures of the lovely lizard. Some fully dressed, some scantily clad. When asked point-blank about this, he denied further comment and closed his door.

That is the up-to-the-minute news, but we haven’t yet heard the last of this. Some have expressed the belief that Quill-Weave herself is, in fact, being held a prisoner in some dark basement in Maryland under the control of the nefarious Kazerad. Until law enforcement begins to take this seriously, we can only speculate on what terrible fate lies in store for the Matriarch of Prequel.

As one of her biggest fans attests (and we can confirm we found no bigger fans), “WE BELIEVE IN YOU!”

Author’s note: I have no idea why I did this. It’s just another Kazerad sketch I colored. I suppose it’s a little nsfw. A little.

Quill-Weave RPG OC

Got another commission from Kaz I colored here. I’ve always thought that scene in

Quill-Weave: Take control of the situation where she’s playing an RPG with a couple of friends was an awesome concept. So I wondered what her player character would look like.

So I commissioned Kaz to do one with her PC. Here’s the result after some cleanup work from the scan.

Here’s the image after I added some flat-color to it. I obviously had to make up some of the colors since there’s no reference, but I thought I saw some Wonder Woman vibe going on with the PC. Also, in a stream a while back Kaz was playing Elder Scrolls online with a friend and both were sporting a couple skinny sneks so I kinda incorporated that in a little too.

A little soft shading and background got me this:

And then some higlhighting…

I’ll try and link these to their high-res counterparts here. I think I kinda over-thought the breast shading (because I do that a lot) so I might have kinda screwed that up, but I’m going with it. Hey, at least I didn’t add nip bumps to any of em!

Fanfiction – A FINE-apple

I’m on realbboy’s discord that’s prequel-focused and I’d talked realbboy into creating a separate fanfic channel. It’s been too quiet so I promised to write one. I took inspiration from this – a commission from Enheldor by Kazerad:

And this time, Kaz can read it if he wants. He has my permission. I had to do some archive-searching to figure out exactly when this might have happened and pegged the time as just after Katia took a bath but before she left in the next panel. And of course all mention of it has been expunged from the record.

Without further ado – A Fine Apple.

“Well, that was… weird,” Quill thought as she closed the door behind her. She stood outside the door for a minute, listening to see if the crazy Khajiit inside her house would get up to anything stupid. She heard nothing until suddenly she heard the distinct sound of pawpads running towards the door from the inside.

“Holy shit! She’s coming! I can’t let her catch me spying on her!” Quill Weave thought quickly and leaped atop the nearest hiding place she could find, which turned out to be the neighbor’s patio roof. To call it a roof was, perhaps, a little generous. It might keep rainwater from falling to the floor underneath well enough, but her first touch proved it would not hold a fully grown Argonian from doing the same. In a panic, she leaped from one support beam to the next, barely avoiding collapsing the whole structure before she managed to jump onto a branch and swing back to the ground.

She glanced back and saw the cat standing in her doorway, looking straight at her. She bounded away over a fence and out of sight before stopping to catch her breath.

“Damn it! Pull yourself together girl! She’s just a cat and a scraggly one at that. You don’t even like Khajiits. Do you?” the Argonian asked herself.

Still, she did use her Gaydar at the bar the other day, she realized. Was she disappointed with the result? If not, why do it in the first place? Of course, it’s not every day you see a naked Khajiit hanging from the roof at the bar. There’s some real talent there…

“I’m gonna need a drink,” she decided. “Just as soon as I get done at the castle!”

**************

It took no time to drop in and ask about bringing her ‘friend’ to dinner of course, so rather than head back to encounter that cat again, she opened the door to her second home. Fortunately the bartender was being friendly today and didn’t give her a hard time.

“That was quite a night last night, eh Quill?” he asked as he handed her the third bottle.

Quill spent a millisecond considering if she should tell him about her discovery that the cat had trashed her house and was still there. Some things just needn’t be public knowledge. Instead she downed half the bottle before replying, “Yeah, quite a performance.”

“You going to pay me back for that pineapple? Those things aren’t easy to get around here you know.”

Quill sighed. “Oh, I guess. Here. Will that cover it?”

The bartender appraised the coins she’d plunked down. “Quill, that will buy the pineapple AND another case!”

“Well then bring it man!”

An hour later, the room was swimming. But that was alright, Quill Weave liked swimming. Sitting on a bar stool without falling off, however, was getting more challenging.

“Look MISHTER,” she was saying to where the bartender had been a moment ago, “Jush because I looked at her doesn’t mean I was interesting in her or anyth.”

“Oh, are you still talking about that Khajiit?” said his voice from behind her as he was mopping up some liquor that had missed her mouth somehow.

“STHAY IN ONE PLACE DAMMIT! Sop sneaking around behind me. What kinda barthender are you anyway?”

“Well I was just saying, you don’t use that on everybody. You’ve never used it on me!”

“Yer not my thype, baldy.”

“So, she is your type then?”

“She’s a slutcat. Parading around nekked like that. If I wanned to be a slut, I’d be the best slut this town has ever seen. I’d hang upthide down bettern she ever did.”

“I’m sure you would… say, don’t you think you’ve had enough? It’s still afternoon and you’re sloshed, Quill.”

“I’m juss saying. You like me donchoo? You doen wanna see me nekked on the ceiling do you?”

“No Quill. I don’t want to see you naked.”

“I bet I cood do that thing with the pineapple too. Probably better’n her. Wimpy little cat. And I could do it without splatting the whole thing all over too! Hey! I see another pineabble back there! Gimme that.”

“Quill, you don’t need that pineapple.”

Quill pondered that for a minute. “Do I need a pineabble?”

“No, you don’t. You need to go home. You can go take a nap and sleep this off. You were saying you have a dinner to go to at the castle tonight Quill. You need to go home.”

“I do, don’t I? Do you know where my house is?”

******************

As she staggered home, somewhere in the back of her addled brain she realized it was best she take the back way home. She paused to relieve herself of some excess drink and looked curiously at the clear liquid she’d brought back up for a while, not quite understanding what it was she was looking at. Then she looked at the little ball with a string tied to it and the orange that the bartender had given her. He was right, she decided. She’d have to work up to the pineapple. She took off her clothes and started to practice.

When finally she floated to the door in front of her house, she stared at it for a little while. “Why are you on the wrong side?” she asked the door. “You should be the other way around.” She knocked at her own door. “Hello? Who’s there?” she answered herself. Nobody answered, so she opened the door.

The cat was standing there with a beard of suds, looking at her dumbfounded. “Quill Weave?”

“Oh! I’m thorry. I thought thith was my houth. Thorry misther.”

“Quill, are you drunk?” the Khajiit asked, wiping the suds-beard off her chin.

“Oh! Hi Katia. Did you see that old man? You’re looking fine. Did you take a bath? Mmm. You smell clean,” Quill drawled, staggering into the Khajiit.

“QUILL! Stop that!”

“You’re one fine-looking cat you know. Hey! Wanna see me do a trick? I’ve been practith. Praktish.. Dammit, I’ve been P R A C T I C I N G! Now where is that ball and orange? Katia, do you see a ball or an orange on me anywhere?”

“I see a lot of you Quill, but sorry, no ball or orange.”

“Oh! Here’s that ball!” Quill said, finding the toy where Katia hadn’t looked.

“OH MY GOD! QUILL!”

“You know, if you were a toy, you’d be whoa-yo!”

“Quill! Be careful, the bath-tub is right there.”

“…and if you were a fruit, you’d be a FINE-apple!”

And with that, she fell butt-first into the tub.

********************

Katia was smiling, but made the oath anyway. “Never. I promise.”

“I mean it. Just forget that ever happened,” Quill said. “Thanks for getting me sober again, but really REALLY forget it. It didn’t happen.”

“Of course not. Don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Quill looked at the cat. That was a shit-eating grin if ever she’d seen one.

“Don’t even talk about it. Please.”

“Did you manage it?”

Quill was puzzled. “Manage what?”

“The ball… and orange…”

“I… don’t remember. I hope not.”

QW Opines on Discords

I think it was at Kaz’ most recent barstream (he’s been doing homestreams mostly lately) I actually joined early and he had drawn this:

Of course I had to at least ask for it! I have coloring and shading practice to do at the very least, and having a concerned QW looking out for my mental health seemed an awfully good way to start, even if she’s far too late. I posted a version of it on the booru last night but realized this morning I got her tongue totally wrong. So here’s the flatcolor version with a basic green background.

And of course my standard soft shading (with cleavage! I couldn’t very well leave that out even if I’m keeping it minor this time.)

But I think it was Pronin who was suggesting I use more hard edged shading, so I gave it a shot. I’m just not confident in it’s use to use it alone yet. In fact, it was this fan art from Heresy! that made me want to try it:

I’d gotten an early linedrawing of it from /trash/ and did my own coloring – I didn’t realize it was Heresy! himself that had posted it. I thought it was some old, dead linework. I even did my own color job of it, (which is embarrassingly bad compared to his and will never see the light of day!) But this seems like a good example of both soft and hard shading used effectively.

You can follow Heresy! at http://icantbelieveitsnotheresy.tumblr.com/

So here’s my attempt at that, timid though it is:

I figured the best background would be a shot of my Discord screen itself, and thus the final version:

Oddly enough, there were more comments about my desktop on the booru than the actual artwork! Well, that and the whole subject of Discords. Honestly, I don’t mind them at all. But I’m already lost. I just liked the picture! So don’t shoot the messenger. I don’t even agree!

As for that start button – I’m using Classic Shell and you can customize the start button. In fact, it has 3 different images for 3 different states – default, hover and click states. That’s Zorryn’s more-than-a-little-awesome-if-not-legendary “Nearly Finished” from https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10898361/ :

in it’s default state. Hover and click states are… let’s just say more of the same but zoomed in to varying degrees. 🙂

Weedum-Ja Comes to Visit.

This is a fanfiction. Yeah, it is a wall of text. If I had ANY artistic talent I’d try to illustrate it. But I don’t so I can’t. I wrote it after a commission last night from Kazerad. I asked for “Quill Weave and Weedum-Ja playing Twister” and added that nudity needn’t be involved. Bikinis are fine. What I got was something totally different, and inspired me to write this…

It’s a little bit risque but not bad really. If you have the eyes for reading a bit, give it a shot and let me know what you think! ~~If you’re Kazerad, stop reading here. This is not for you~~. Kazerad is now officially allowed to read this.

*****************

She’d never much liked Weedum-Ja. It might even have been a touch of jealousy though, at least she recognized that. While she had achieved some modest fame through her writing, her rival had won hers through adventures and a skill with people that Quill simply didn’t possess. But what really pissed her off was Weedum-Ja’s inexhaustible knowledge of lore. Well, maybe not that so much as her apparent inability to stop from expounding on every subject like an expert because of it. Worse yet, Weedum was invariably correct. Quill checked up on her more than once. There’s nothing worse than a know it all who actually does!

Still, while a distant cousin, she was family and in adverse times you help your own. Quill had received the letter just two days ago. The events around Kvatch were still sketchy, but Weedum had been clear enough on one aspect. Her home was gone and she needed a place to stay till she got it rebuilt. Even Quill had to cringe at the loss of Weedum-Ja’s library. It had been impressive. Now apparently all lost to the flames.

Though Quill Weave’s own abode was nice enough, it was small. It was just right for her in her solitary lifestyle and just big enough to invite her few friends over in the living room to play Dwemers and Dragons occasionally when the pub was too busy. She only had one bedroom, and even with the work she’d done restoring it, it still had scars from the trashing that damned khajiit had left behind. The window had been repaired, but she left it open nearly all the time due to the faint but lingering odor. Even now she trembled involuntarily at the thought of what must have gone on in that room. But Weedum-Ja didn’t need to know that. Fortunately the odor was an unidentifiable mix of khajiit, unicorn dung, sex and moldy peas.

Flowers? Maybe flowers would help.

Well, she’d put up with sleeping with that mangy cat for a night. Sleeping with a fellow argonian, even Weedum-Ja, would be better than that. At least her cousin wasn’t destitute. At one time she had had more money that Quill herself, which was a comforting thought. That is, if she hadn’t gambled it all away. The tales she’d heard of Weedum-Ja’s penchant for alcohol and gambling were a bit too specific to be completely false.

Quill sighed deeply and squinted her eyes as the mid-morning sun struck her full in the face. Once again she had managed sleep halfway on and halfway off the bed again with her head-fins nearly touching the floor. She turned her head and looked under the bed. Yup. Still there. The ball gag she’d found still bore deep fang-marks in the distinctive pattern of a khajiit. Why hadn’t she thrown it away? She knew the answer to that of course. There was a book in that wretched cat. The ball gag was a memento. If the poor thing lived long enough to warrant one anyway. “Although,” Quill found herself musing, “an interesting enough death might make an even better story.”

“STOP!” she said out loud. “Don’t think like that Quill! Your reading public doesn’t need to know about your morbid fantasies!”

Instead she rearranged herself, scratched her ass and tasted the vile remains of last night’s dinner – a mostly liquid dinner. She really should stop drinking so much, she thought, then got to her feet, steadied herself with her tail, and staggered off to her closet. Inside she found her Favorite Outfit #27. She had over thirty, all custom made to her exact proportions. The townsfolk thought she was odd, wearing the same clothes day in and day out. But she knew better. She just had lots of identical ones. It made things so much easier! “Which clothes to wear today? Why, the clean ones of course!” She stole a touch on the hidden black outfit in the back of the closet and smiled an evil smile, then closed the closet door.

When she turned back, she glanced down and shoveled yesterday’s clothes under the bed with her foot. Not too bad. No vomit anyway. And that thought along with an urging in her bladder took her to her bathroom where she spent another 20 minutes brushing her teeth. She’d always been proud of her teeth. Bright sharp fangs all around. That’s the way to stay young. She’d never seen an old Argonian with perfect teeth – so she was going to stay young by good dental hygiene! A quick splash of water and she was soon dressed and ready for a new day.

Of doing nothing.

“It’s good to be a writer,” she thought as she plopped back onto the bed and felt the sun on her tail.

A couple hours later she got up to begin the day in earnest when the maid came in. Quill liked the white khajiit. Very meticulous. As far as Quill was concerned, the albino cat had never left so much as a stray white hair behind. And, though she wouldn’t admit it under torture, the sight of that little tuft of fur peeking out from the collar of her maid’s outfit sent a little thrill down to her tail. Clean, tidy and healthy with a bit of meat on her bones unlike like that yellow scraggly thing. Maybe someday Quill would ask the maid her name.

“Hey, would you mind picking up some flowers and setting them in my room? My cousin Weedum-Ja is coming to visit today and I’d like to see if we can cover up that stench.”

“Yes ma’am,” the khajiit replied as sweetly as that grating voice could manage.

“Oh, and maid, would you be interested in making an extra septim or two tonight?”

The red albino eyes shot up to her instantly. “Ma’am?”

“Bingo,” Quill smiled inwardly.

“I’d like to do some entertaining. You can bring some friends along. About five I think. But clean, respectable friends mind you!”

“Yes ma’am!” said the maid, her eyes shining now. Funny how a bit of money could do that to these types.

But the maid stood looking at her as if she had a question. “Yes? Was there something else?”

“Sorry ma’am but I need to know which type of friends to bring.”

Quill pondered this. She wasn’t too sure what Weedum-Ja liked in the way of entertainment.

“Bring a variety, both male and female of different races please. Oh, bring one of those dunmers if you know one. They’re always fun!”

“Will… um… Will they get paid too?”

Quill sighed. Why must it always come down to money? Was there no such thing as loyalty anymore?

“Oh, I suppose. If my cousin likes them.” said the argonian and she was delighted to see the little khajiit smile her bright smile back at her and start her chores around the house. “Such a sweetheart,” Quill thought as she watched the maid carrying out the chamber pot delicately. “I’m lucky to have her.”

**********

A knock came on the door that evening. Quill was at her writing desk as usual, staring at a blank page. She jumped a bit but soon had her clothes back on and opened the door.

“Welcome cousin! Come on in. Have a seat!” Quill greeted her green relative warmly, even if she didn’t feel terribly sincere about it.

“Hi Quill! How’s the writing business?” said, Weedum-Ja heartily while her keen eyes scanned the room as if looking for something to complain about.

“Oh, not bad. I had a new book published last month. Have you heard about it?”

Weedum-Ja headed straight for the kitchen and Quill rolled her eyes. “Not wasting any time mooching off me,” she thought.

“New book? It’s not one of those fiction things is it? You know I don’t read those.”

“Well, yes. It is.”

“Waste of time if you ask me. Bunch of made-up stories. Not that I begrudge you the income mind you! The plebs of the world revel in that stuff. Bread and circuses. Keep the masses entertained while the world goes to hell, right?”

“I suppose so,” Quill answered. Inwardly she wondered, “How is it possible for her to get on my nerves 5 minutes after she gets here?”

Later, Quill was sitting at one of her dining chairs while her guest sprawled over her good padded chair like an overstuffed pillow.

“…still,” Weedum-Ja was saying while she snacked on a carrot, “a cozy little place. Thanks for letting me stay with you. I know you and I don’t exactly see eye-to-eye on everything, but you’re always there for me when I need help and I appreciate that.”

What Quill appreciated was the growing pile of crumbs around, and in, her favorite chair.

“That’s what family is for, no? So, any idea how long you’ll be staying?”

“Well, the contractor says he’ll have the roof back up a week from now. Of course, he’s one of those orsimer types. Great for heavy lifting but their estimates leave much to be desired. If only we had some good argonian builders in Kvatch! They’d have the whole thing done by next week and they’d get it done right. But no, this orsimer’s all we’ve got that isn’t working on the chapel or the palace already. Cost a pretty septim too. They sure know how to gouge a girl when the times are tough. Fortunately I’m not in any hurry. Within a month or two it should be good as new.”

“A month or two,” Quill quoted, her tail gone limp.

“Oh cheer up cousin! We’ll have a great time. So, how about we go to that bar I was at last time? It’s been a long dry trip.”

“Actually, my maid is coming by later with some friends to keep us entertained.”

Weedum-Ja seemed to consider this, “Well, okay. If you’ve already made plans. Is she cute?”

“Weedum,” Quill explained, “she’s a khajiit.”

“Ew! You let one of them into your house?”

“Yes, and she does a good job too! You should be more open minded like me.”

“Well, maybe. What’s her name?”

“Um… ‘Maid’?”

Weedum-Ja laughed at Quill which sent her mood lower.

“Hey! She’s only been working here a couple of years. What do you expect?” Quill rallied.

Weedum-Ja uncoiled herself and stood up. “I expect,” she said looking back towards the kitchen, “that somewhere in this house you have something a body can drink. That’s not water or fruit juice!”

Quill rose. “Hang on, I’ll get you something. Mixed or straight?” she asked, admitting to herself that the girl had a good idea there.

“Straight. If we’re going to have a party, we’d best not waste any time!”

In fact, time wasn’t the only thing that was wasted by the time the little khajiit timidly knocked on the door later that night. Weedum-Ja had actually managed to raise Quill’s spirit a little as they sang some old song from the Marsh. Quill was actually laughing when she opened the door and saw her maid, another khajiit, a nord and two dunmer outside. She noticed one of the dunmer held some sort of musical instrument which she smiled at approvingly.

“Welcome friends! I assume she…” Quill said, nodding towards her maid, “told you already. I’m hosting my cousin Weedum-Ja tonight and was hoping you might like to entertain us a little.”

The four turned to the maid who turned back to Quill, saying, “We thought a little music and some dancing maybe? Ma’am?”

Weedum called from the living room, “That would be great! Come on in!”

Quill stood aside as the little troupe marched in, only a little irked at Weedum’s presumption. But the group looked nice and she didn’t fail to notice the smell of soap on each of them.

“Probably the first bath they’ve had in weeks,” she thought to herself. “Still, they are a healthy looking group.”

Even the other khajiit didn’t seem to be scanning the room looking for valuables. Instead the dunmer started to play and the other four paired off and started dancing.

“Nice!” Weedum-Ja said, nodding approvingly to Quill Weave. But under her breath she said, “I bet you 5 septims he plays King and Country next.”

Quill, who knew her cousin well, had no doubt that she was earnest in her suggested wager. “You’re on!” she smiled.

An hour later Quill was up 20 septims on the various wagers and she was in a very good mood. Fortunately, her guest didn’t seem to mind losing. Quill even offered some drinks to the entertainers. As it turned out, her maid was quite skilled at dancing and even managed to sing a song or two in that odd raspy voice. At last the dancers asked if they could take a break and Quill was happy to let them do so.

“So, what do you think?” she asked Weedum-Ja.

“Very nice!” her fellow Argonian answered. “That maid of yours is quite the dancer too. Great body!” Then, as if correcting herself, she added, “…for a cat I mean.”

Quill blushed a bit at that. Her cousin had never been what she would call modest, and it seemed the more drinks that went down her throat, the more libertine her attitude became.

“I… suppose so. But how about that nord eh? I bet he’s got a six-pack under that shirt I could wash my clothes on!” she responded, hoping it was the right thing to say in the circumstances. While her preferences might lie in the other direction, she knew her cousin was a devout ‘maleologist’.

“Well! Let’s find out! I’ll bet you that neither of us think he has abdominals worth mentioning. Say, 5 septims?”

Quill looked back to where the nord was looking at them, smiling and well within earshot. She took that as a good sign and repeated the phrase she seemed to have said a lot tonight, “You’re on!”

They both looked to the man who laughed and lifted his shirt up. 5 more septims found their way into Quill’s palm.

Weedum-Ja shook her head at the man as he pulled his shirt back down. “No no! Leave it off! You cost me 5 septims. Least you can do is let me admire my loss!”

He shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head.

“Hey! I’ve got an idea!” Weedum said, downing yet another glass. "I have this game someone back in Kvatch made for me. Here, let me show you how it works…“

A few minutes later, Weedum-Ja was seated around the others on the floor. Even Quill had loosened up to the point she was chatting with her maid like an old friend.

"So, let me get this straight… You spin that arrow, and whichever color it lands on, you have to touch that color on the mat. But it doesn’t matter which dot you touch as long as it’s that color?”

Weedum-Ja nodded happily. “That’s it! You just have to use the foot or hand it indicates. And not fall over.”

“But… there’s nothing for tails on the arrow-thing,” the other khajiit pointed out.

Weedum-Ja put on a frown, “No. Invented by humans. No tails.”

“Well! Let’s give it a try!” one of the dunmer cried.

“Yes, lets!” the maid agreed, her own speech becoming a little slurred.

Quill looked at Weedum-Ja as the other got to her feet. “Weedum! Surely you don’t expect me to… do that!”

Weedum looked at her cousin. “Well, not if you don’t want to I guess.”

“Hey, if I’m not wearing a shirt,” the nord pointed out as the two argonians settled into their seats to referee the game, “I think the others should take theirs off too!”

Weedum-Ja squealed with joy. “Indeed! Come on girls. Off with em!”

Quill Weave looked at her cousin as if she’d gone insane and swiftly shuttered the window. “WEEDUM! I’m a respectable member of this town! What if someone were to find out?!”

Weedum slapped her cousin on the back. “Oh my god. Quill! Live a little!”

Quill looked back to where the entertainers had already doffed their shirts. She blinked at the multiple sets of breasts bobbing about in front of her, then looked at her drink. In an instant it was down the hatch and refilled as if by magic.

“What the hell?” she declared. “I’m no Stick In The Mud!”

“Okay, so take turns in this order. Whitey, you go first. Left Hand Red!” Weedum-Ja declared, starting the game.

By the end of the first game, everyone was sufficiently lubricated that they were all having a good time. Even Quill Weave was getting into it. It didn’t hurt that she was up 20 more septims by the end of it, having only bet on the wrong horse once.

“What say we up the stakes, cousin?”

“Sure!” Quill responded a little too loudly, and, she realized, a little to happily. The show in front of her was far more arousing that she cared to admit. “How much are you thinking?”

“I’m not referring to the bets, darling!” Weedum-Ja leered. “OFF WITH THE BOTTOMS!”

Quill Weave’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as she looked back at the players. And they were doing it! In a few seconds there was a room full of naked bodies writhing around in front of her.

“40 Septims on the pink human!”

“Buh… bu…”

“It’s a bet!”

Quill watched as body parts touched body parts that should not do so outside of marriage. Other body parts touched body parts that shouldn’t be touched regardless!

Weedum-Ja had taken over the duties of arrow-spinner as Quill had gone speechless. The tableau in front of her looked like a cultural diversity mural gone badly awry. Not that the participants weren’t getting along fine. Some maybe too well. Had Quill not lost her motor skills, she would have gone to get a bucket of cold water.

“Oh relax,” Weedum-Ja laughed as Quill turned slowly towards her, her eyes wide and unblinking. “It’s a plastic mat. There won’t be any stains on your carpet.”

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In the end, Weedum-Ja had been almost right. After Quill had sworn all the players to secrecy and paid them a healthy extra to help seal their mouths, she closed the door and turned back to Weedum-Ja, who was now snoring and draped over her chair like a misplaced dress. Fortunately she had won enough from Weedum-Ja to cover the entertainer’s expenses with a little left over. In the spirit of diversity, Weedum-Ja had eventually joined in the game fully before her metabolism had finally given out at the onslaught of alcohol.

“At least no one can accuse me of participating!” Quill said, looking down at her nice and still fully-dressed body.

Then she looked back at her cousin. Her distant cousin. In the sprawled position she’d ended up in, she didn’t look like much of a cousin at all. She looked like a drunken, naked female lizard.

“Should I leave her here?” Quill thought to herself. “She certainly deserves to wake up with a backache. Not to mention the headache we’ll both surely have.”

But some remote part of her complained. She’d certainly not want that for herself. Then, like a flash out of the sky, she realized something. Something important. Something meaningful.

She dragged her cousin semi-consciously to her feet and helped her carefully up the stairs.

“Come on Weedum. One step at a time,” she said as the other mumbled something unintelligible back. Other than one little slip on the landing, she managed to get her cousin to lay down properly in her bed.

As she covered up the now-snoring guest, she was proud that she had not gotten too aroused at carrying the naked argonian after all. Morning would be awkward, but in her state there’s no way she was going to manage to get Weedum-Ja’s underwear back on her now. But she no longer cared much about that. She was thinking about someone else.

Quill climbed into the bed beside her cousin and lay awake while the ceiling spun around her. Weedum-Ja shifted then and Quill let out a quiet squeak as Weedum’s tail came to rest in an inappropriate place. She carefully moved the tail away, but it promptly flopped back across her chest. Quill gave up. She couldn’t help but be aware of the touch of her bedmate, but she was remembering a night not long ago when another person had slept beside her in this bed, and her cousin’s snoring and unconscious touch didn’t bother her anymore. She had awoken that next morning, not sprawled upside down half on and half off the bed like usual, but properly aligned and her blanked snugly over her shoulders. She hadn’t thought about it at the time. The khajiit had done that. That mangy, sad, scrawny khajiit had taken the time to get her back into bed and tuck her in. And the effort! It’s a wonder the noodle-armed khajiit had even been able to lift her at all. But she had.

“Poor khajiit. I hope you’re doing alright,” she said out loud to the ever-circling ceiling. She knew she was suffering from the Drunk Emotional State, but she didn’t care. Drunk or sober, it was nice to think someone like that existed. But she comforted herself knowing that she’d helped the wretch out at least a little. If she ever returned, Quill Weave vowed then that she’d try and be nicer to her. If she ever returned. If not… well… she knew another khajiit didn’t she? Tomorrow she would ask her what her name was.

Quill Weave turned to her cousin and gave her a little kiss. “Goodnight Weedum-Ja,” she whispered, then turned back and closed her own eyes. The world stopped swimming. “Goodnight Katia, wherever you are,” was the last thing she thought before she fell to sleep.

NitW – Prequel Crossover

Yes, I know it’s been done before – there’s just too many similarities to resist a Prequel/Night in the Woods crossover. I recently bought and played NitW and really liked it. I think Kazerad sort of mentioned that it’s kinda an overdone crossover when I asked for a Katia/QW Night in the Woods at one of his streams recently. But I knew Kaz would come up with a unique spin on it. And he did. Never underestimate the power of Kazerad when he’s drinking at a bar!

If you’ve not played Night in the Woods, you may not get the reference. There’s a dream sequence where Mae (protagonist anthropomorphic cat) meets an apparent god. A rather impersonal, unfeeling, uncaring god who shows her the nightmare creatures that live beyond the stars. All very Lovecraftian.

Here’s a shot of that scene from the game:

So leave it to Kaz to substitute Mae for QW (well, really Dodger who may or may not be Quill Weave in a younger form) and the Cat God for Katia. Clever actually!

So of course I had to color it.

I’m pretty pleased with the outcome. One kinda odd thing though. There’s some details that are faint but show up just fine on my laptop monitor, but don’t show up on my desktop. Oh well. It still looks pretty good IMHO. Just the barest of yellow hints at the edges. Glowing eyes. Yup, pretty successful color job if I do say so myself, even if there’s not really a heck of a lot of coloring really to do.

Got a couple more Kaz-drawn coloring jobs I’m working on too, though neither are especially noteworthy honestly. But I sure did like this one!