Ecchi026-Priscylla Prizzell-Pure Gamer

Blog Time

Hey everyone,

Though it's far from done, I feel that I've come to grasp the contours of the characters in Priscylla's story. Their personalities, interests, histories, relationships, and physical characteristics are congealing into shapes that would benefit from some form of physical representation. And that's why we're here now, back to drawing in earnest. As a wise, wise man once said, "It's time to make the donuts." What is hentai art, if not donuts.

(A donut. ...why is it so big? Does Patreon just stretch to fill?)

To this end, I've taken to drawing the story's cast of characters whenever possible in my sketchbook. I thought it would be a helpful exercise, hitting me with creative questions I need to solve, that would in-turn, cycle back into the story.

(I want to refine this sketch and put some clothes on these girls.)   

Speaking of the story in its amorphous liquid state, there's a scene where after a particularly strange and traumatic day, Priscylla returns to her dorm, digs out her Hyper 64 Mini, and puts on a game to help calm her nerves.

While sketching, it occurred to me that I've never actually shown Priscylla playing games. She's supposed to like games. They represent something in her life, right? Let's see her playing something.

That was the start of this. Ecchi, I commission you to draw Priscylla on a couch playing games. To be honest, since I'm a perv who makes adult artwork, the secondary goal was to get a nice nude shot of her bod, big tits smooshed together beneath the archway of her hands, as she fiddles with a game controller. IDK, nude big-titty girl playing games… sounded kinda hot to me.

(Like this, but hot.)

A Shirt - An Enticing Veil for Tits - A Blank Canvas for a Personality

At first Priscylla was simply wearing an unadorned tank top, but as I studied my reference images, the obvious notion dawned on me that a shirt is a blank canvas for personal expression, and I should use it as such.

Pervert-born as I am, I imagined that beautiful rack firmly squeezed together under a tightly fitted veil of cotton, and thought (with my dick) I'll write "Big Titties" or "Jugs" or "Milkers" on it. Of course, that didn't make any sense. For Priscylla, her tits aren't a point of pride, they're a life upending nuisance she's been saddled with since puberty. Priscylla wouldn't go out of her way to wear something that draws attention to her boobs, and especially not something that wreaths them in crude, attention grabbing, or self-aggrandizing messaging.

Maybe she'd be sarcastic and get one of those fitted tops that says something like "Brains" across the chest? That was closer to her style. She can have a dry humor about things. But even that has a sort of, "look at me and my boobs," type vibe that she'd find distasteful.

Mina and I discussed the topic, and tried to work out what type of message would connect with Priscylla. We tried to get into her head, and imagine the item as something she'd see at a store somewhere, and think, "Oh that's cute. That'd look pretty good on me. It's light and not too revealing… especially if I wore something over it when I went out. Plus, I really like what it says. That's so me!" That's when we arrived at Purity.

With Purity sketched across her tits, I started color filling and considering the background.

As you all know, making one of these pictures takes several dozen hours, often stretched across weeks. It’s a lot of time to look at one picture and think about it. During this process of drawing, revising, cleanup, and coloring, I'm reevaluating what I'm doing, and what (if anything) I'm trying to say in the imagery. In that vast meaningless chasm of space and time, new ideas occasionally pop into existence and divert the direction of an image that's already underway.

When I remember to, I try to post WIPs online for self-promotion and feedback. Sometimes people comment. Those comments, even inane ones can spark new thoughts. In this case, someone asked, "What's she playing?" I love this type of question. It's harder to answer than you might think.

From the perspective of her character and the story, she's probably playing some in-universe equivalent of Mario 64, or Ultra Antonio 64, as I call it. But I can't just say that… I mean, I can and I think I did, but nobody'll have any idea what I'm talking about without other context and even so, it's not a particularly meaningful answer.

Thinking about this really stimulated some internal discourse. Truly, what is she playing? It didn't have to be Ultra Antonio, it could be any game she connected with, anything preloaded onto the Hyper 64 Mini. Whatever it was, it should be something fairly casual, classic, and recognizable, but estranged in some way that made it a part of her universe. The game should be calming, but also carry the potential for stress.

Since my memory is shit and life is endless distractions, I like to take notes throughout the day, concretizing and keeping tabs on anything semi-meaningful that pops into my head. It doesn't matter if it's thoughts about the image, or something else entirely, like a scene, story, feeling, or some technical idea that'll contribute to another picture somewhere down the line. I'll just scatter the thoughts like seeds into the black, dark-mode soil of a OneNote file. Sometimes when I check back, I find that they've grown into something.

Eventually my image notes read like this:

• Purity VS Corruption

• Video game digital cartridge corruption

• Errors and bugs, as represented through visual glitches in reality

• Reality glitching apart

• Reality falling apart.

• Corruption in opposition to her internalized and self projected purity.

• A window into her thoughts

• Her world is subjective

• The external is the internal

  &

• Pieces of her life are crashing down

• Falling

• Piling together

• Creating gaps, slots that need filling

• Fucking

• New pieces plugging holes

• If they can all be placed in order, arranged properly, everything will come together, exploded in ecstasy, she'll move through the blockages and clear this stage in her life.

Yes, very free associative.

It looks pretty nice when it's all cleaned up and arranged like this, but before it was organized, it was just scattered thoughts interspersed between blocks of text, with notes about dusting the ceiling fans, paying my sales taxes, and signing prints.

That question, "What's she playing?" I was still thinking about it days later. Then, one night, it hit me. It's like Tetris or something. Some block based matching or shape constructing game. All the shit in her life is coming at her and she's trying to organize it in a way where life makes sense and she's okay. But while she's doing this, her life and sex drive are tossing all these dirty thoughts at her and the whole thing just becomes a mess again. She refuses to acknowledge these feelings and can't handle any of this. …or something like that.

It was one of those little Eureka moments. I was in the shower, and like a character in a movie, I blurted out loud to nobody in particular, "I got it!" I'd solved my own little Tetris problem. With a bit of mental manipulation and processing, the blocks for the image concept had fallen into place. Now it was something more than a girl with boobs playing a game on a couch. Instead, it was a glimpse into a person being assaulted by life, by inner turmoil and feelings, and shit was falling apart… but… in sexy ways.

• More thoughts were added to the notes

• Wet

• In a trance

• The controller… but who is controlling who (?)

• Fingering, fucking the controller with all 10 digits

• Pressing all of its buttons

• Controller dripping, melting

• Reality fragmenting, pixelating, and melting.

• Data corruption

• Game over

A week later, the picture was done.

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Epilogue

That's my TED talk. (Please clap.)

I don't want to type any more. I'm circling back and finishing up Coffee Simp now.

Later guys,

Ecchi