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A Spark of Cuteness (Preview)
🕑 Added 2023-06-03 02:56:33 +0000 UTCRichard sighed, rubbing his face. Guess you can’t fast track your way to success and popularity, I suppose.
He grabbed his phone on his desk and turned on one of his music apps. Maybe some music will help me think and come up with something.
From there, he went to a special, “inspirational” mix playlist he had put together a very long time ago. He hit Shuffle and started to play.
Imagination, imagination…
A dream, can be, a dream come true.
With just that spark, from me to you…
“Oh right, I did have that in the playlist.” It really had been a long time since he had actually listened to this mix, had it?
Still, it wasn’t a bad song, so he let it go and continued to stare at his tablet. He stared… and stared… and stared. Yet nothing would come to him.
One little spark, of inspiration
Is at the heart, of all creation.
That is nice… The song was nice, relaxing. It was at least keeping his frustration at bay for the time. Still, wish I had that spark. Just something to light up in… wait.
He smiled brightly. “Dammit! Why didn’t I think of that sooner?! Figment!” The little dragon guy from Disney sprung right into his mind. He was an adorable cartoon that would be fun to draw and that people would like. Plus, some synergy never hurt given that the ride the character was from was getting a movie in the future.
Richard got things set up properly, gathering references and even a drink. He moved swiftly, gathering everything he needed and sitting down just as the song finished.
A dream, can be, a dream come true.
With just that spark, from me and you.
He began to draw, putting together an extremely rough, limited sketch of the dragon. By extremely rough, it was mostly circles and very basic shapes put together to outline how his body would look. Even at this stage though, Richard was excited and energized.
Finally got something going! He twirled his tablet pen in his fingers. This is gonna be great! Everyone’s going to love it!
Once everything was set in the rough form, it was time to start with the details and multiple layers. Richard took a drink. Where to start… where to start…
Let’s see… He looked at the references he had of the little dragon and went back to his sketch. Think… think. Hmm, remember the ride. Remember those videos you saw. How did Dreamfinder introduce him?
Two tiny wings~
Richard smiled. Right! There we go. He started there, even if it seemed like wings would be one of the last parts he would draw.
The young man sketched the wings out approximately where they should be. Curiously, the sketch itself looked a bit different. The vague shapes and sketching of the body looked smoother and cleaner. It looked more distinctly like a humanoid shape than before.
Yet, Richard never noticed. He didn’t even notice an issue arising with his shirt. Though, that was mostly because it was behind him. His t-shirt’s back had opened up, revealing his bare skin. Sort of.
His skin there was rather purplish. It wasn’t as if it was bruised or injured but just that it was purple. The texture was roughish, but also smooth like a reptile’s skin.
The purple tinted skin began to bulge. Two small bumps began to grow, swelling more and more, the shape of them changing. Eventually, they fully morphed into a pair of wings. Purple, tiny wings, but wings nonetheless that made a gentle flap behind him.
Eyes big and yellow~
Finished with the wings on the screen, he decided to do the eyes next. Sure, he was doing this way out of order, but for some reason, it felt right. Just do those adorable eyes next!
He began sketching them, pausing briefly to blink rapidly a few times as if dust got into them. With each blink, something shifted with them. Their whites began to turn yellow, but not an unhealthy one. Something more cartoonishly yellow, but yet dazzling. His pupils turned to slits, the irises around them turning to amber.
And that wasn’t just it either. His gaze was turning to this naturally sultry, alluring look. His eyelashes grew longer, adding an elegant flutter to his blinks. His eyelids gained a hint of dark purple coloring, almost like natural eyeshadow.
Yet, still no notice from him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he finished drawing Figment’s peepers. What next, what next?
