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Ah, Takato Tuesday. It has quickly become Renamon’s favorite day of the week. What a delightful occasion! … Wait, what’s that? … Tacos? Oh don’t be silly. Why would anyone fuck a taco?
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I’ve been wanting to make this picture for awhile. Many years ago, an artist called Magnolia made this amazing sketch of Rouge the bat molesting Chris. It has long been one of my all time favorite pictures. I often like to imagine Renamon and Takato in a similar situation. Maybe every time Renamon goes into heat she hunts him down? Rika probably accommodates this because it gets Renamon back into fighting form. When Takato gets invited to her house, he already knows what’s in store. But there’s no point trying to hide. Renamon WILL find him.
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Rika: “Renamon… rape him.”
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This picture took a lot of work to make. I only had a rough sketch to work off of, so I had to fill in a lot of details.
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You can check out Magnolia’s (now empty) FurAffinity gallery here. But don’t worry Magnolia. I haven’t forgotten about your art. Great things are never forgotten.
Inspiration
Created by: Magnolia
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For me this picture holds some irony. It represents one of my favorite fantasies with this character, but after making it I didn’t feel the full sense of accomplishment I normally would with most of my other pictures. Because it has mistakes. Big ones. And I know each and every one of them. I can’t un-see them. Some are so large I would have to remake the entire picture to fix them. I won’t point them out. I want people to be able to enjoy this. But the irony is kind of funny. A big part what motivates many artists is chasing a fickle feeling of accomplishment. Feeling like you did something worthwhile with your day. But it’s always fleeting. That’s just the nature of it. No matter how big the project or how long it took, it only takes a day or two for that feeling of accomplishment to fade. This is nothing new. I’ve known this for a very long time. At the start of this picture I briefly considered just making a simple pin-up that would take less time and make me feel equally good at the end. But in my heart I really wanted this particular picture to exist, so I chose something more ambitious and I put a ton of work into it. Even though it was derived from somebody else’s sketch I spent more time finding reference and figuring out how to fill in all the vague details than I did actually drawing the pixels. But at the very end, at the very last second, when I stepped away and suddenly noticed all the mistakes I made, that quickly deflated my feeling of accomplishment. I still love the picture. And I’m glad I made it. But it’s interesting to think about. An artist is their own worst critic.
