Tuesday, May 30, 2017

The Queen Bee's Nightmare

*To vote on the next victim of the tentacle nightmare, leave a comment on this post.

Options to choose from:

- Shego (Kim Possible)
- Jasmine (Aladdin)
- Raven (Teen Titans)
- Sam Manson (Danny Phantom)

I'll pull the poll in a few days. If I don't get any votes or a tie, then I'll choose.

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My apologies for the long absence, however, work is simply draining my time. I'm experimenting, some more, with my style. The goal is to try and produce the highest quality work I can, while spending the least amount of time possible. So my next project is taking influence from the many great cartoon artists who utilize exaggerated 'toony' styles, while still exerting potent erotica elements.

The sketch was super quick, with very little adjustments. Again, focusing on not getting stuck with rendition after rendition.





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Another long day's work had scrabbled by, leaving the little miss Rockwaller in her warm bed sheets. Nuzzling her head with the fluffy pillows, she started to doze off. So bent on outplaying Kim in cheer squad, even her dreams were starting to reflect the perfect scenario of a victorious splendor. A vision that coursed so potently, it served as the highlight of her day.

Suddenly a small speck had splattered on the window of Bonnie's bedroom. Although far too small for any sound to ruin the cheerleader's slumber. It only took seconds before this flee-like creature had crawled underneath the seal, breaching the princess' delicate castle. Bouncing inches closer, it stopped after landing on Bonnie's chin. The sleeping cheerleader was too far gone to feel the tickle beneath her nose.

Within Bonnie's lustrous fantasy, there she stood. Strong, adamant and a queen, her legs posed with a firm arrow shape as the other girls held her high in the sky. She raised an arm and took a deep breath. This was the final gesture, to take the mantle away from the Possible.

Bonnie jumped, swirling and twirling her long practiced routine. As she began her descent, something seemed off. The cheer squad started to disappear. Fading to black, then red, her wonderland had vanquished. Continuing to fall, a ground appeared below. Red dirt with holes scattered around, Bonnie had never seen such a sight. Aimed for one of the dark spots, a horde of monsters popped out before she reached the bottom. The tentacles were quick to rip her from the air...





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WIPs of my next project, which is more of my traditional efforts - taking lots more time to adjust etc. You can clearly see a difference. One has the cartoonish feel, while the other is more of a 'realistic' sense.






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