About a week ago, after having posted the picture of Mikan, I sat with my laptop open, pen in hand, planning on drawing something. I could not muster up the energy to draw anything, even Mikan again, and so day after day I would come home, open up my laptop, and see my photoshop program still open to a blank file.
I woke up EARLY this morning, realizing I still had not drawn anything, despite having set up a time and file specifically to draw something.
... So I finally drew something.
It is just a girl in a leotard sitting on a big balloon, but I also tried to do some things new as well; not ink-outlining the eyes, minimizing the number of movement lines, and trying to use a more reality-oriented pose for the girl (It is not traced off of a photo or anything, but the position is based off of a photo of a woman sitting on a similar-sized balloon, you see.).
Anyway, I think it turned out pretty well all things considered, even though I really should have done something sooner
Again, I have no idea if/when I will have anything else up.
Well the celebration was over. Time to clean up for the next day...
All the streamers, old paper lanterns, and whatnot were in the trash, or packed away for next year.
The only thing left were the large balloons. They were no longer floating, so they could not just be released into the sky, but they were still so full they could not be thrown out just yet.
So she had to pop them first.
Of course just because the balloons were old, and no longer floating, did not mean they would give up without a fight, as the Chinese Amazon soon discovered with the orange balloon. Her kicks were powerful enough to blow holes in walls, but her full-powered stomp only bounced upon the sphere. Shampoo blinked in surprise, before grabbing the offending decoration from the floor, and squeezing it in her hands.
"Pop!" she yelled, yet the balloon refused to comply and instead squished like jello in her strong dainty hands. "POP, stupid balloon!"
Clutching the ribbon in one hand, and the top of the balloon in the other, she attempted to pull the balloon apart, only for the ribbon to break before the balloon. Undaunted, she tossed the flat string aside, and squeezed the balloon into her body . . . As she did so though, an odd sensation came over her . . .
Because she would turn into a cat when splashed with cold water, and she worked in a place where cold beverages were something customers sometimes ordered, Shampoo often did not wear a bra, as her feline paws would get tangled in the straps after transforming. This meant though that while squishing the stubborn orange balloon to her chest, she could feel the soft rubber now through her dress, and it made her nipples tingle a little.
No longer completely angry with the balloon she still intended to destroy, she began squishing it into her chest on purpose. Although she could not quite say why, her body seemed to LIKE the balloon being rubbed against herself.
Of course as it so happened, the balloon chose that moment to give in to her original demand.
Shampoo gave a tiny little shriek as the balloon burst against her chest, the freed air & leftover helium sweeping her hair back in a quick gust; it was much louder than an old balloon should have been, and surprised her with its sudden explosion.
The girl found herself amid a storm of competing emotions. Shock over the balloon popping. Accomplishment over its demise. Annoyance about it having stood up to so much before, only to go right when she was NOT trying to burst it. Embarrassment over being caught off guard by a balloon . . . Also more than a little arousal; the balloon whipping around her chest, and the sensation of the large rubber ball being reduced to a couple, much smaller scraps of latex, gave Shampoo some more tingling sensations in her body . . . And not just in her nipples this time either.
Turning around, the Chinese warrior maiden looked at the two remaining balloons. The red one reminded her of her darling Ranma's female form, while the blue one kind of reminded her of the school dress that her rival sometimes wore . . .
A mischief-filled smirk crossed her face as she remembered she would be alone to clean up for quite some time. Nobody would know or care if she decided to fool around a bit, with these last couple decorations that needed to be thrown out.
Pulling the red balloon up to herself, she gave it a little kiss. It was NOT the infamous "Kiss of Death" though.
She did not want THIS one to pop before she had some REAL fun with it first
Uploaded a more "complete" version now.
Originally this was just a quick sketch I threw together, and decided to scan. I was only going to color in Shampoo herself, but one thing led to another, and soon I was coloring in the whole thing. Before I could get to the shading though, I found I was late for something Sunday night, so I had to put finishing it on hold, but I decided to upload what I had done until I came back, just on a whim.
On their latest . . . adventure, the Bonne pirates happened to steal a large crate of balloons.
Nothing was really unusual about the situation; it was something to sell off for Zenny, just like everything else they happened to pilfer.
Of course Tron, upon noticing how big the balloons were could not help but want to sample some for herself.
The balloons were not just big, but very stretchy. Even when the first she had inflated was almost as big as herself, the balloon was still not even close to being firm or full, its rubber squishing like jelly against her body. This of course only got her more curious as to how strong the balloon was.
Placing her new toy underneath herself, Tron sat upon the huge balloon, and found much to her delight it not only supported her weight, but even with her feet off of the floor the blue rubber bubble held her aloft without much strain.
. . . Still, she had half hoped it would NOT have held up to her sitting on it. Even now her curiosity over how much the balloon could and would take was edging her on to test the balloon beyond its limits. Raising her left heel just a little higher, she pushed into the balloon, expecting any moment to be sent to the floor of her bedroom with a loud bang . . . And with equal amounts of delight & disappointment, her balloon did not burst.
With her heel still poking dangerously into the stretchy blue rubber, she reached down with her free hand, and gave the big blue balloon a nice hard squeeze, looking forward to the potential explosion that would occur . . .
And yet, her balloon STILL remained supporting her over the carpet.
Despite the "failure", she smiled. Tron was going to have a LOT of fun seeing just what it took to pop these wonderful balloons.
The only question was, after she DID find out how, would there be any left to sell off once she was done with them
Back in August I had sketched some drawings that I was planning to scan & work with, but something came up, and I did not get back to them until long after I was planning on having them posted. I felt bad about it, but at the time I did not feel like working on them at the moment either. A new sketch that I was doing this weekend ended up becoming this picture instead, although, again, this was not among the original sketches I had been working on.
No idea when the next picture will be up either; sorry
This is for a drawing trade with Cheri is catching Sera getting distracted in the middle of decorating at her bar. So... I think she's awake now. I think I went overboard. @_@; I've been cooped up in Maya too long. I needed to just totally let loose on a pic and not stop till I had enough.
EDIT: And Snow came up with an awesome trade half too! ^_^
This catgirl is in a particularily good mood, it must be the balloons she's surrounded with. She's been dancing in between them and hugging some of the squeezable latex beauties, following shortly with a soft kiss on each one. She then turns and gives an inquisitive sexy look, she hums to herself, and asks in a sweet seductive voice, "How should I pop them?"
Further learning how to master Photoshop, I've "created" this lovely scene. Don't know her name, but regardless, copyrights to whom ever concepted and drew her.