Lyicen's boredom sketches.

While at work I like to find a quiet back room to sit in and draw in my pocket notebook.

These are all 15-20 minute pencil sketches, gone over with a ballpoint pen.

These are really a great way to work out new poses for full sised drawings later on. Especially since work sucks so much otherwise.

1. Girl holding a sword (Ragnarok inspired.)
2. Invisible tickling antagonist.
3. Peeking under a door of some sort.
4. Laying on back with legs and arms in the air out of boredom.
5. Stretching, or applying lotion to leg in a difficult manner. You choose.

Yeah, I love sporatically adding animal ears and tails to them.

Edit: I make these just about every work day (when inspired) which is about 4 times a week. I'll try to update this place once or twice a month with new sketches, so keep posted if you're interested. Very Happy

Comments or critiques arent minded at all as well.

Last edited by lyicen on Mon Dec 25, 2006 12:15 am; edited 1 time in total

Time to delurk for a moment...

Hey Lyicen, I hope you don't mind this liberty I took, but these nice sketches of yours inspired me to spin a little short-short (which is strange, seeing that I'm more into shota and that's what I usually write). I'm hoping it's short enough so it need not be made a text attatchment or put in the stories section, but if the mod says it's in the wrong place and format, I'll understand. I'll also delete the whole thing upon Lycien's request.

Anyway, here's my response, tribute, and companion to the bordom sketches.

Afternoon Adventure

~clap~ ~clap~ ~clap~

Those claps were the most devastating sound ever heard, an Armageddon. All brought on by loving parents. And all breaking into an Adventure Afternoon.

That's what Wanda liked to call them- "afternoon adventures" to occupy these summer days. A certain naughtiness and thrill made the adventure. But once more, it was a relief, and just plain fun, to let all her skin meet the open air as her parents were away. They were off at the comic office, doing the staff work for their latest job that couldn't be done from a private studio.

She was free to play; dancing, twisting, stretching, or running around the living room. She always had her bag of stuff to keep her entertained, kemono accessories and other cosplay props. They came from her parents' many sci-fi and comic cons in promoting their joint work as fantasy painters, comic artists, and illustrators. But now these things were a plethora of characters- one moment a fox-tailed warrior, another a frisky cat girl. Imagination made the adventure.

Perhaps next she could be a feisty kitsune, or an elf. It was a joy to see her bare self move freely through these different roles, thinking with a wry smile how the fantasy kids her parents drew often wore little more. So she moved around, feeling the open air, sometimes pleasuring herself. She thought it fun to expose her slit to as much air as possible and made a deep toe-touching stretch.

That's when devastation struck.

~clap~ ~clap~ ~clap~

She hadn't heard the door open. She hadn't thought they might be home early. But to her horrified astonishment, Mom and Dad stood there, as large and clear as a tidal wave, and as sudden as a bullet wound.

She froze, her heart thumping madly, taste of acid through her mouth. In the next moment, she shot a beeline to the nearest love seat and grabbed a cat hair blanket, draping her desperate self.

Not seeing their faces, she knew they were laughing, finding this whole damn scene amusing. When she finally faced them, determined to look angry, they certainly looked amused.

"Wanda," said Mom, "you shouldn't be embarrassed. We're your parents..." Easy for them to say; they hadn't seen her naked since long before her recent chest swell.

"We don't mind you going around the house..." fumbled Dad.

"The truth is," said Mom, "it was wrong of us to sneak in and we're terribly sorry. We've kind of suspected you might be playing around like that, and when we left early today, we felt a little curious, and... we should have acted our age. I apologize. Not, as your father said, that we mind how you dress at home."

"Uhm, I'd like to go to my room."

"Of course, dear. Let's all forget this happened."

"Although," said Dad, "there's something we've been meaning to bring up."

"That's right. Wanda, we're hoping you would model for us. It would just involve some photo shoots and sketch poses."

"You mean... nude?"

"We'd like that," confessed Mom, "if you don't mind, but it's up to you. There's also costume jobs."

"Just think about it, presh. You can decide any time."

"Uh, sure Dad." She wrapped the blanket more tightly and turned to the hallway, keeping her parents out of sight. The offer haunted her as she sauntered back. Pose? Maybe. Certainly not nude. There was something unnerving about the applause, and the eager looks in their faces, despite Mom's apology.

It was that same unnerving sense sometimes felt seeing her parents' scantly clad elven and barbarian kids. The thought of their focus on her body was embarrassing and disconcerting, to the point of...

Turning just her head back, she said, "Look, about this notion of yours, I've decided this: Yes, I'll model." In a sharper tone, she added, "But, as for the whole nude thing..." She did another toe touch, the raised blanket tumbling to the floor, her crack and slit open those behind her. This time, she gave her bottom a little wiggle.

This was met by laughter and an even greater applause while she scampered back to her room. A certain naughtiness, thrill, and courage made the adventure.

end

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Tom and Lola's guide to confronting midnight burglery: Go straight down to confront the intruders, even if you sleep nude, but arm yourself with a means of defense. For this, a blanket is perfectly effective.

Wow, after getting no comments at all I definitely didnt expect this o.O.

You're a talented writer. Very well written, provocative, but not pornographic.

Thanks, I'm glad you liked them enough to be inspired Surprised

her face looks scary though.

Not her, "they". Not all the same girl.

The sketches are a bit small...ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¶ÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬â€œ But I like your style! Feather Kawaii 3

Nice Work

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Der Tod ist der seligste Traum.
So lass mich dein Todesengel sein.
Georg Buechner

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Nanoha-chan:
The sketches are a bit small...ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¶ÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬â€œ But I like your style! Nice Work

Havn't you heard? Great things sometimes come in small packages Wink

Get it? I'm so hilarious.

*cough*

I'm surprised there havn't been any comments on it being on lined paper XD. I guess no one cares. I'm currently looking for an unlined notebook that I could fit in my pocket for such sketches though.