#I should tag these

[suikamelony]

Here I am once again with even more well deserved praise! I swear on god and pray to satan, your lightning, coloring and rendering skills are beyond my comprehension. And I envy your talent for depth and perspective. Would you be fine in telling us how you got where you are today? What books you read or videos you watched? What helped you to improve each day? Maybe you have your own tips and tricks you'd be comfortable to share with ur dear worshippers 👀🙇‍♀️ Aside from that I hope you have an amazing week and are feeling quite fabulous!

Here's a list of the resources that helped me the most!

YouTube:

- Proko

- Marco Bucci (basically all you need to know about painting)

- Sinix design

Books:

- Andrew Loomis, Figure drawing for all it's worth and Drawing the head and hands

- Michael Hampton, Figure drawing: Design and invention

- Anatomy for sculptors

- Framed ink

Other:

- Airi Pan's course on Schoolism

- Asaro head (simplified planes of the head)

Tips:

- Study a lot and hope that it sticks (?

- Check values in grayscale

- Don't get attached to something that isn't working, aka polishing a turd

- Don't prioritize style over fundamentals unless you understand what you're doing

I'm still figuring out how to art myself but I hope this helps :)

Have a nice week!

[anachronismstellar]

Gather together people, time for the prayer

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Dear Airplane,

Pls help me finish this scene so OG!Mobei can get a husband

🍜 here are my offerings 🍜

Blessed be and all that

[triglycercule]

LET ME SEE HORROR PLEASE I WANNA GO BAAAAACK LET ME SEEEEE HIIIIIIM MY BOY MY BOY PLEAAAASE

[lgbt-tree]

TAKE THE MOODBOARD THAT ABOUT KILLED ME WITH PANIC

*looks at this moodboard*

yeah he's my comfort oc what about it

[thesilenticeroads]

yes........ hahahah.......

my squirrels have achieved max power............... (next to bloop cuz i love her so dearly (she was first before i knew abt the squirrels))

[betterhomesandhozie]

ohhh my god I was thinking “wow this trip with deutsche bahn is actually going exactly as planned with no delays what a nice surprise 😃” and then we slowed to a stop and they said “our train broke down oops!” classic db

[lostkidfound]

Memorial to someone somewhere.

[noumios]

for the bingo, polyguild and literally whatever genshin impact ship comes to mind first? genshin is arcane and unknown to me

*excited bouncing about polyguild*

and i could've picked the obvious genshin ship but no, i'm gonna go for dottore/pantalone because i'm normal about them.

send me some ships

[daisyofwaterdeep]

had a dream I went to a hozier concert and mr. hozier stopped singing and pointed to me in the crowd and asked me to go get him some extra crispy tofu and a blueberry shake for after the show and then the crowd passed his debit card to me and when I got it I could see his real legal name was Horace Bob-omb

[kazz-brekker]

in dracula there is a cowboy and the female lead lives. in nosferatu there is no cowboy and the female lead dies. ergo, the existence of a cowboy is highly important for the survival of the female lead in a gothic vampire story.

[sapphicscience]

idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

“Through the Ages”

[theredtours]

why yes I AM making boop gifs from screen recording

[jamjoob]

HAPPY DUNMESHI THUR- *gunshoits*

[aakipple]

filipino highschooler miku (bisaya edition)