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allisonperryart · 1 year ago
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In case you missed it, here's a #TutorialTuesday someone requested on Twitter to go with last week's process video on how to create a perspective grid from a photo (from Tomomi Sato) which you can use for studies, drawings, paintings, etc. Hope this helps with drawing/painting in perspective!!
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fanofspooky · 5 months ago
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Scream King - Keith David
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phrear · 2 months ago
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wheeeeeee
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fallensapphires · 3 months ago
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Places: The Sea and the Stars or Where the Night Sky Meets the Ocean
At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.
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Drawing Foreshortening Tip:
Distance Between Vanishing Points determines whether it is Wide Angle Lens or Long Lens
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Credit: Miyuli
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lisbeth-kk · 6 months ago
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Sherlock fandom.
Warning: there are suicide thoughts included in this. Avoid further reading if this disturbs you.
Finding Him
Why did he always look to the horizon for something else, something new, something…exciting? He’d always done it, even when he fought a war in another country, and danger was an everyday occurrence. And still, it wasn’t enough to keep him satisfied. He felt hollow, yearning for something, anything to get him out of this limbo he found himself in more and more as the years went by.
When he got shot, it was agony, but at least he felt something. Something that was real and tangible. He didn’t expect the dark depression that appeared hours after the surgery, when he suddenly realised that his career was over.
Back in London, he limped around the city to avoid putting his gun in his mouth and blow his brain out. The yearning had subdued and was replaced with hopelessness. Nothing exciting would ever happen to him again. Afghanistan had been his chance. He was sure of it.
“Watson! John Watson.”
Three words, one man. The man in question knew another man. A man, John instantly realised was who he’d waited his whole life for. The moment he offered his phone to Sherlock, and their fingers touched briefly, John felt something loosening in his chest, as if his heart opened to welcome this enigmatic man in. He’d finally reached the horizon line.
“I felt it too,” Sherlock admitted after their first case.
They were having dinner at Angelo’s again, and this time Sherlock ate too. 
When they came back to Baker Street, John did what he’d wanted to do after they’d chased the cab through half of London the day after they met. He grabbed the lapels of the Belstaff, pulled Sherlock closer and kissed him. 
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loslabiosdetokio · 9 months ago
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Allison/Sara
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how-much-for-a-whump · 1 year ago
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WHUMPTOBER day 10:
Prompt: "Stranded"
Horizon Line (2020)
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haedshct · 4 months ago
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assortment of multifandom rp drawings
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mink-thedrawingresearcher · 4 months ago
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In case you didn’t know, I made a tutorial series about how to draw in perspective a while ago! It still holds up pretty well, so give it a watch!
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stone-cold-groove · 11 months ago
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A distant ship upon the horizon.
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Perspective Masterpost Tutorial Part 3 (last)
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Credit: Bridget Underwood (bridgitiri)
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jhsharman · 3 months ago
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1001 Uses for Beach Umbrellas
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nyamadermont · 6 months ago
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Elemental Harmony
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Avatar: The Legend of Korra
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“Rohan, would you wake up, please? We aren’t quite home yet, but I want to show you something.”
Rohan scrunched himself tighter under the furs his dad had draped on him earlier. The wind’s noise was mostly comforting, but it was still cold. He could sense that they were still up high, and a quick peek told him that it was still very dark.
Why do I like spending hours outside with Gran-gran, but hate being cold on Oogi’s back?
He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles and groaned. When he stretched, his whole body felt even colder, and he whined just a little.
His dad pressed him gently just below his neck, and he felt himself relax. He drew in his breath the way Ikki had shown him, and rolled over on his stomach.
Maybe he’ll rub my whole back.
Which his dad did, for several minutes.
Rohan was almost asleep again when he felt both of his dad’s hands on his back, in his signal the back rub was finished, and it really was time to get up.
“But it’s dark.”
His dad chuckled. “Only where we are. That’s what I want to show you.”
That didn’t make much sense, but it made him curious. He pulled the blanket around himself, and he arched his back so that he could sit up. Maybe he didn’t have to move very far, and could see everything from here.
But his dad was already walking across the saddle, back to the edge behind Oogi’s head.
Rohan crawled over, keeping the blanket firmly around himself. When he got to the edge of the saddle, he pulled a fold of the blanket over his head.
Meelo always said his head was warmer now that he was a master, but Rohan liked his hair. 
Beside him, his dad climbed over the side of the saddle, and held his hand back for Rohan to take.
Feeling much younger, Rohan scrambled over the handle, and held tight to his dad’s hand.
He stepped in front of his father, who wrapped him up in his arms, and they settled down on crossed legs across the sky bison’s warm, fuzzy head.
His father’s gentle warmth enveloped him, and he let his head lean on his dad’s arm. His dad pulled him close, and pointed off beyond Oogi’s nose.
“We’ll be home soon. Do you see there, along the horizon line? The Island is peeking out from the ocean and pointing at the sky where the sun is beginning to rise.”
Rohan felt himself nodding.
“Earth, water, air, and fire,” he said.
His dad squeezed him again.
And Rohan fell back asleep, braced in his father’s arms.
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krastbannert · 6 months ago
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FFF #254 - edge of forever
Huh. It's only been...just about 44 weeks since I did one of these.
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Prompt was Horizon Line, posted on AO3 as "edge of forever".
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“It is beyond the sea, at the edge of the horizon, that we find our calling.” - Kasoni proverb
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“You look surprised.”
Corvin turns, glances behind him, shakes his head.
It’s only been a week since the storm began, but it feels as if it’s the first clear day in a year. The sun shines, sparkling off the waves, glittering like shards of glass thrown across the world, the sky bigger than any Corvin has seen, even in the six months he’s been on the Tethyria Blue. Clouds dot the sky, just small little wisps high up in the sky, and in the distance a few white cotton balls - but so much is just that big, blue sky, meeting the water all the way out at the horizon, at the edge of forever.
“I’m not used to seeing it,” he admits, turning back.” Not like this.”
Torauk grunts, settles next to him, his arms on the second rail - the dwarf is just barely able to see over the top rail, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. Nothing ever did, Corvin thinks.
“I could see it every day, back home,” Corvin continues,” if I just looked outside. But it…it wasn’t even close to this.”
It’s true.
Back home in Ashcliffe, standing on top of the wall around Oldtown that towered on top of the cliffs that gave the city its name, it felt like he could see for forever. But there were islands and ships and off-shore oil and etherite platforms, and he could, on a clear day, just barely make out the other side of the straits.
But here? Hundreds of miles out to sea?
There’s nothing.
The great blue horizon just…keeps going. Forever, it seems. If he squints he can almost see the curve of Iera, far out in the distance, farther than he should be able to see. The iridescent water just…keeps going. Into forever, it seems - and farther beyond.
(He wonders, sometimes, what’s out there - he knows it’s a crazy thing to think. That the Tethyria Blue goes everywhere, that he’d see it all, as long as he stays on the ship.
But still, something just keeps eating at him.
What’s there, he keeps wondering?)
“Aye,” Torauk grumbles, twisting a finger in his beard.” It’s a pretty sight, lad.”
Corvin barely hears him, just keeps staring at the waves, the wind in his face.
(He remembers the first time Ilaera had taken him out here, that first day they were on the Tethyria Blue together.
He’d wanted to make fun of her when she suggested it.
But he’d listened - and now, he can’t stop coming out here.)
(He doesn’t understand it.
It’s just the ocean. Just water.
So what made him come out here every day?)
He doesn’t realize he’s said it out loud until Torauk speaks.
“I remember when I was your age, lad,” Torauk muses.” I was convinced I’d stay in my Freehold forever, working with my father and my brothers, just another hammer at the forge - but I had an itch. I’m six-hundred years old, and it’s still there, somewhere.”
Torauk turns, smiles up at him.” You got the itch, too, lad. That’s why you’re out here, each and every day.”
“I don’t get it,” Corvin frowns.
Torauk just shakes his head.” You will, lad, one day. Just don’t stop looking at that horizon.”
Don’t stop looking, he thinks to himself as Torauk pats him on the back, hobbles away.
He can do that.
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darkhorse-javert · 6 months ago
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She turns the corner and stills. Below her, beyond the edge of the hill, the sea stretches out, grey-blue, outwardly smooth, glinting in the sunlight, a perfectly summer sea, the sort which would be waiting for tourists to dare paddling. Utterly steady. Utterly empty.
Just yesterday, yesterday, it had been a sea of a different colour, gunmetal grey, thick with ships small and large. The air too had been heavy with smoke and oil, and now it was clearing to salt again.
Clear right to the horizon of sight, where sky and water fade together into a pale blur. The ships are gone. Where to?
Perhaps...
Maybe?
Godspeed to you all, she wills her thoughts to the wind; Fair tides, winds and sailing, and the weather you want.
@flashfictionfridayofficial. To all those who went out on 6th June 1944.
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