A Spark of Cuteness (Outline) (Patreon)

Outline:

• Richard is frustrated, looking at his drawing tablet.
• Why can’t I think of anything? uuuugh, it’s like all the good ideas come while I’m trying to sleep.
• He rubbed his forehead, trying to remember some of the ideas he thought of the previous night, but they were escaping him.
• Things were tough for the wannabe artist. He’s been trying to slowly rise in fame and popularity among the online artists on different sites.
• Guess it’s not easy to fast track this stuff… The guy checked his phone again and a few apps. He hadn’t posted a new image in a week and his follower count had froze. Work hadn’t been helping with his enthusiasm and energy
• Never gonna get popular or commission offers at this rate. Maybe some music will help.
• Richard turned on his TV and started up the music app to play some music from his… inspirational mix. Something he put together a long time ago.
• -Insert a lyric or two from Journey to Imagination here-
• Oh right… I had that on the list.
• However, that song does click with him. He listens a bit more
• He does find it to be very relaxing and then… it hits him!
• Figment! That would be fun to draw. Plus, a little synergy never hurts with there going to be a movie based off the ride in the future.
• Finally hitting something, he gets set up at his table properly and getting his tablet pen out
• He smiles, cracking his shoulders. As the song ends, there’s a certain glint in his eyes, his hand gripping the pen tightly. “A dream, can be, a dream come true. With just that spark, from me and you.”
• He quickly does an extremely limited sketch of Figment with basic circles and body shapes to start off with. He feels rather excited and in the zone, saying how this will be great!
• Once the basics are done, he remembers from the ride how Dreamfinder introduced Figment, smiling to himself.
• “Two tiny wings~.” He draws that perfectly in, the art oddly looking smoother and cleaner, the shapes on the screen looking different. Yet, he noticed nothing.
• In the back, his t-shirt opened for a hole. Purple wings, tiny but functional, sprouted.
• “Eyes big and yellow”
• His eyes certainly widened, head slightly growing. His eyelashes grew long and fluttery, a hint of dark dark purple eyeshadow
• The whites of his eyes turned yellow, pupils to slits while the irises turned amber
• He scribbled away, saying “horns of a steer…”
• Figment horns grow from his head.
• “...but a lovable fellow!” He coughed and giggled. This was just coming out nicely
• His body thinned and grew fit, his figure daintier.
• He narrowed the picture’s waist and his waist narrowed quite a bit.
• “From head…” He shivered, biting his lips. Ooooh, who knew art could be so invigorating!
• His eyebrows thinned, royal purple scales appearing around them.
• Brow thinned and cheeks slightly widened.
• Nostrils flare and turn reptilian with more scales.
• Scales cloak most of his face and with a few pops, his face pushes out into a muzzle, a feminine looking one
• He hums and cooes, “Oh, how dazzling!” His picture looks like Figment, but with some differences.
• “Where was I? Oh yes!” He giggled in his refined lady voice, “It goes “...to tail…”
• He focuses on drawing that now, his chair opening up in the back and shorts dipping down in the back.
• Out comes a full purple tail, with light, faded purple scales on its underside
• Tail grows and grows, longer than his legs, and sprouting orange spikes along the topside.
• Tail swishes as he goes on to drawing out the rest of the body, saying, “he… or was it she? Hmmm… she! She’s royal purple pigment!”
• Purple scales rush down from head and from tail, cloaking everything. No trace of skin was left, removing any hair too
• Light purple cloak the front of their neck, to chest, and across belly
• A warm feeling tingles them down below and they let out a small sigh, bump in their shorts vanishing.
• “Richard” is humming the song again, the music still playing it in the background for some reason.
• She finishes the drawing, showing cartoon Figment more or less, though with some more feminine features and a slimmer, more human-esque form.
• “And there, voila, you’ve got a Figment!” She giggles, looking at her creation.
• Though, she stares and stares, eventually pouting. “Hmmm… still needs more!”
• She focuses on top, adjusting a few features and drawing thick, elegant, flowing hair
• Ears vanish, shoulders thin
• Her short, unimpressive brown hair turns dark purple and grows thick and wild with high volume, luscious locks of hair and flows down to her waist. It looks so puffy on her
• She smiles finishing that, brushing some of her hair from her face
• Then she erases some of the hips and thighs, drawing them thicker and wider
• In turn, her shorts tighten up greatly as her thighs plump and press together
• Her hips widen and get super curvy. Her butt balloons, butt cheeks appearing out the top of them
• She grins and looks at the chest, a flare in her eyes.
• She draws a reasonable size chest. Breasts finally grow and stretch her shirt slightly
• …no! Bigger!
• She erases them and draws them much much larger, her breasts protruding out greatly while somehow staying perfectly firm with no sagging.
• “Ah! There we go!” She holds up her tablet and spins in her chair, “the perfect self-portrait!”
• She giggles. Figmentarella draws herself so splendidly. She needed to do it more often!
• Though, looking at it, she thinks it could be a little better. Putting it back down, she draws herself a lovely gown
• Her outfit turns into a yellow ballgown with lots of room for cleavage
• “Now I’m darling!” She saves the image and preceeds to post it on an app or two.
• She hums to herself as she starts getting notifications. People were loving it!
• She even gets some comments. “Oh wow! You’re so pretty! You draw so well! How do you do it?”
• Figmentarella happily types. “It’s simple really. Lots of hard work, practice, and just a spark of inspiration and imagination!”
• THE END