#i usually draw with a mouse in ms paint

[bansq]

class doodles done on mspaint with a mouse (or the web browser version of it)

[fexarii]

More mspaint art!!!

B.shot Spamton with a smokin' hot glass of wine and trojan spamton with his hair down because hehe self indulgent au !!

(Zoomed in but lower quality below)

[italictext]

Drew Mello in MS paint during class

[0cta9on]

Sunburn

Length: 1.6k words

Genre: Fluff

Young Posse Sunhye x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Something short and sweet. Still working on that other draft I mentioned before :> Enjoy!)

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“If only you applied yourself.”

“If only you paid more attention in class.”

“If only you stopped doodling in your notebook.”

The hum of the prehistoric monitor sitting before you is a familiar tune, yet one that doesn’t cease to fill you with dread. Every year, you’re met with the same song and dance about your troublesome grades, and every year, they think the best solution is to shove you into the computer lab for hours on end with the other unfortunate knuckleheads. It’s less of a summer school and more of an excuse to keep the “troublemakers” off the streets while the good little boys and girls get to actually enjoy their summer.

Admittedly, it could be worse. The geriatric dinosaur of a teacher always dozes off in the first 10 minutes of class, leaving the rest of you to your own devices. Everyone else has already formed their own little cliques that you have no desire to be a part of, so you’re content with messing around on MS paint for the better part of two hours.

You lean back in your chair, stretching out the pain in your lower back. Not your best work, but it’s the best you can do while drawing with a mouse.

“Cool drawing.”

“Hm?” Your head snaps towards the voice, being met with a soft pair of eyes and a modest bob cut, both of which are strikingly unfamiliar. “Oh. Thanks.”

 “I like the shading and stuff. Makes it really pop.”

“Yeah…” you murmur awkwardly, unsure of what to make of this interaction. The girl gives you a nod before looking back at her own computer, watching some dance video with the volume muted. Has she always been sitting next to you?

The bell rings before you can linger on the moment any longer, and you’re out the door faster than the teacher can put on her glasses correctly. Right before the computer lab exits your view, you catch a glimpse of the girl snapping a photo of the drawing on your computer.

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“Hey!”

As you enter the computer lab once again, you see the same girl from yesterday eagerly waving you down. You look behind you to see if she’s talking to someone else, but nope, her vibrant gaze and buck toothed smile are aimed right at you.

“Um, hey.” You take your usual seat, which, unbeknownst to you for God knows how long, is right next to hers. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I don’t know, shouldn’t you be asking yourself that?” she shoots back.

Her strange response leaves you stunned in your chair, searching your memory for a face that matches hers. Maybe she’s an old friend from your childhood or someone you’ve worked on a project with and promptly forgot about. However, nothing comes up other than the sudden interaction from yesterday.

“I guess… I don’t know you?” you say to yourself more than her. She chuckles at you, finding amusement in your confusion.

“I’ll make it easy for you: No, we’ve never met before yesterday.”

You sigh, already exhausted by her odd behavior. “Okay…” You pull up MS paint, hoping she’ll leave you alone, but of course, your prayers fall on deaf ears.

“What are you gonna draw today?” she asks, leaning a bit too close for comfort.

“Uh, I don’t know yet,” you reply, “Whatever comes to me, I guess.”

“Cool.” She nods in contemplation. “So, is that, like, your creative process or—”

“Hey, you two!” the teacher croaks out. “No talking!” 

You give her an apologetic look, sinking deeper into your chair as the heat rushes to your cheeks from the unwanted attention. Hopefully the sudden spike in her blood pressure won’t keep her up longer than she usually is. The last thing you need is this octogenarian raisin breathing down your neck alongside the weirdo sitting next to you.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for her to knock out on her desk, albeit a couple minutes later than she usually does. A cautious glance to the side reveals the girl wearing big headphones, bobbing along to a music video on the computer, leaving you to doodle on the screen to your heart’s content.

You don’t really have a process for these things; if you’re given the luxury of time and solitude, maybe you’ll take a breath to figure out a clear picture to capture onto whatever canvas you’re working with. But on today of all days, you let the lines speak for themselves while you think about everything except drawing. What you had for breakfast this morning. What you’re planning on doing later. What the cute girl in your pre-calc class might be doing right now. Anything to pass the time that doesn’t involve more than a hint of effort to think about.

Oftentimes, the end product is a surprise to you. Whatever it is that you’ve been holding inside manifests itself onto the screen in a mess of lines and pixels. Last week, it was the piece of cake you had for dessert the night before. Yesterday, it was a character from a show you just started watching. Today, it’s…

“Is that me?”

A whisper from the side makes you jump in your seat. “W-what?”

“Your drawing.” The girl points up at your screen, wearing a thin smile and glint of intrigue in her eyes. “That looks like me.”

You scoff at her. “No, it’s not—” A single glance is all you need to learn the horrifying truth. Normally, anything you create with a mouse is subpar to what you can do with a pencil, but this - It’s way better than anything you could ever hope to produce on paper.

The soft texture of her hair, the gentle puff of her cheeks, hell, you even included the chunky headphones she’s wearing. You might as well have asked her to jump onto the screen for you.

“Th-that’s not… I-I didn’t…” you stutter, desperately searching for a reasonable explanation that you don’t have.

“It’s fine,” she says, “Crushes are perfectly normal for boys your age.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. “I-I don’t have a…! I don’t even know you!”

She reaches a hand towards you, flashing a cheeky smirk at your expense. “Sunhye.”

“Well, Sunhye,” you sneer, ignoring her attempt at a handshake, “It’s not you. It’s, uh, some other girl.”

“Right.” She raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not convinced. “Maybe you should stick to drawing, I don’t think your acting career will get very far.”

“W-whatever.” You hurriedly try to close out the window, ridding yourself of the mess that you accidentally created, but a soft touch against your hand sends a wave of electricity through your body, freezing you in place.

“Wait! Let me take a pic first!” Sunhye exclaims, her hand on top of yours. She snaps a picture, giggling to herself, while you’re left to sit there like an idiot.

“This is pretty cool, you should consider doing this for a living,” she teases.

“Uh… Yeah. Thanks.”

The bell rings, and you’re out the door before she can say another word. Not even the summer sun can compare to the heat dancing on your cheeks.

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The monotonous drone of the computers is a lot louder today without Sunhye bugging you. Peace at last, you think - but five minutes into class, before the teacher has even begun to nod off, you find yourself stealing glances at the empty seat next to you, almost expecting her to suddenly appear out of thin air.

A weird feeling finds its home in the pit of your stomach as you stare at the blank screen in front of you, void of any inspiration. You even consider actually doing your assignments for once to pass the time, but you’re not that bored. You have access to the entire world at your fingertips, yet all you can seem to do is rest your head on the table and wait until the bell rings.

“Let’s get out of here.”

A familiar voice whispers lightly against your ear, you almost believe it to be a trick of the mind. And yet, the hand nudging against your shoulder feels very, very real.

You look up, finding yourself face to face with a soft pair of eyes and a modest bob cut. “What?” you ask her.

“I said let’s get out of here,” Sunhye reiterates. “It’s clear neither of us are here to do any actual work, so let’s go.”

“B-but…” You take a quick scan of the room. The teacher is knocked out and the rest of the students are doing what they’ve always done, paying the two of you no mind. It would be so easy to just dip out without a second thought. Too easy not to raise a few red flags, really.

“Where would we even go?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Who cares?”

A cheeky grin grows on your face, mirroring the expression she’s been holding this whole time. You’re not the smartest person on the planet, and no amount of schooling or stern talking-to’s will ever change that. Maybe you’re not destined to be some bigwig doctor, but surely there’s more to life than sitting in front of a computer and waiting for something to happen, right?

And so, you take this strange girl’s hand and you run like crazy until your legs feel like anchors and each breath creates fire in your lungs. Your shoes squeak against the linoleum floor before meeting the heated concrete outside, each step punctuated with a kick of dust in its wake. In the moment, it feels like sweat stains and burning skin, but it’s all very picturesque in your memory, frame by frame ripped straight from a stylistic indie film. In the sea of summers spent wasting your time, this one feels like the first cold shock of dipping your toe into the ocean, waking you up to experience the rest of your life with open eyes.

[rubykgrant]

At last, finished up the re-draw! Here is the line-art, flat colors, solid shading, the original, and two versions of the final with more shading/details (one version is mostly the "regular" tones for their colors with a little bit of a cool tint in the shading, and the second version is a little more ambient, with the implication of softer light in the dark). All done in MS Paint with a mouse, but with practice, I got better with making the shapes look nice and solid

(also, here is a slightly re-written/adjusted fic that goes with it. Enjoy~)

4 holiday parties in one week was entirely too many. Next year, they would have to plan this out better, space it out.

It didn’t help that Kai always wanted to throw a rager, regardless of the occasion, so her parties felt like 3 combined together. Donut also liked to go all-out, but thankfully his parties were a little more coherent (usually because somebody like Wash or Doc reigned him in). The problem with a Sarge party was his obsession with making it “old fashioned”, which evidently meant forcing everybody out on a hike in the woods to find a tree (not once but TWICE they had seen bears… no thanks). Their other friends were a little bit more chill with the get-togethers, but it was still just one thing after another.

Grif and Simmons stumbled into their apartment, after a Tucker-hosted party (which was wonderfully calm since Junior was there). With lots of groaning and grumbling mixed in, they went through the motions of taking off their jackets and shoes, changing into comfortable clothes, brushing their teeth, and AT LAST flopping down into bed.

“It is too GODDAM FRIGGIN’ COLD,” Grif proclaimed, making a big show of shivering next to Simmons. “I don’t care what you say, we need to leave the heat on when we go out-”

“NO, Grif. Heating the house while nobody’s home wastes energy,” Simmons argued back, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“That’s BS. Invent us some kinda perpetual energy device, so we’ll have unlimited power, and then I can come home to a nice and toasty bed!”

“I’ll get riiiiiiight on that…” Simmons rolled over, snuggling up against Grif, eyes still shut. At first, Grif was annoyed; because he hadn’t been able to pull the covers up yet (cold though they may be), and NOW he had a lanky nerd draped over him.

Then Simmons started kissing him.

“… no fair,” Grif mumbled, because what was he supposed to do, NOT kiss Simmons back? NOT wrap his arms around Simmons? NOT enjoy the way it felt, when Simmons pressed his body close, hooked his lower legs with Grif’s, and ran his finger across Grif’s scalp?

After a long day- heck a long week in the middle of a long MONTH, they were both tired, and perfectly satisfied for this to be what it was, and not turn into more (that would require several extra steps, and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t been enjoying themselves in that regard fairly often. This, kissing and embracing, was perfect… and exactly what they needed right now).

This was their first year living together, just them. They had shared the larger apartment place with everybody else for a couple of years, but when it seemed that their lives really were going to stop being so STUPIDLY DANGEROUS, it felt like they might be ready to have a place of their own. Be big boys, and all that. It was a lot different than every other time in Grif's life when he made a really big change. The fact that he wasn't trying to escape from a bad situation was definitely a switch... and it was nice. It was just nice, knowing he wasn't "leaving everything behind" even if he was moving forward, he wasn't going to lose his friends or his sister even if he didn't see them every single day. It was nice knowing he was where he wanted to be, and was WITH somebody he wanted, who wanted HIM.

Simmons could feel the heat from Grif's body seep into his own, and this just increases the warmth between them. One of the many benefits of sharing a bed together. As they move around, getting comfortable, Simmons’ shirt rides up, exposing his tummy to the still chilly apartment air… and it takes an incredible amount of self-control on Grif’s part not to tickle Simmons mercilessly (in the back of his mind, Grif is very proud over how mature he is).

Instead, he uses his feet to kick the covers up, closer and closer, inch by inch, until he finally can grab them. It wraps both men in a momentarily FREEZING cocoon, but then the beautiful heat between them spreads through the rest of the bed. Soon, the heating will kick-in, and air will be warm as well.

“I hate when you do that,” Grif said with a sigh.

“Silly me, I thought you LOVED when I did that…” Simmons nuzzled against Grif’s cheek.

“I hate that you can just end an argument by kissing me,” the smile Grif had on his face told an entirely different story. "I used to just flip you off and pull a Bugs Bunny mind-trip to mess you up, and I'd win... but now? You have a kissy-kissy cheat code,"

Simmons snorted at that.

“Oh shut up, you do the EXACT same thing to me. You know how to push all my buttons and pull my strings… and there’s nothing I can do about it,” Simmons told him.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Grif asked.

“Because I’m totally, utterly, helplessly, hopelessly in love with you…” Simmons said in a ho-hum, no big deal tone of voice. Like he was stating a fact. Water was wet. 2 plus 2 equals 4.

“GOD, you jerk, I love you too~” Grif said, his voice now shaking with uncontrollable giggles. This wasn’t fair either, the way Simmons made him feel like a little middle-shooler who was twitterpated, making his insides go all squirmy and fluttery… he still remembers, a few years back, when he had been trying to convince himself that a romantic relationship with Simmons was never gonna happen, and even if it did, Simmons probably wouldn’t be worth it; he was too awkward, they were BOTH too selfish and mean, it just wouldn’t work (this was a weak lie he told himself, in hopes of of snapping himself out of all the YEARNING).

Now they were together… and Simmons was affectionate, doting, and just amazingly intuitive. He loved knowing that he made Grif happy, loved being the one who gave Grif everything he needed. Grif discovered he could share his sweet side, and loving Simmons brought out the best in him. They still had their friendship, they teased and joked with each other… but now there was more. So much MORE, and it was so GOOD.

After they both laughed and finally settled down, Grif kissed Simmons again, this time on the forehead.

“Hey, remember that thing we planned to do, back when we were kinda being subtle about it? The thing if nobody figured out we were together after a year?” Grif asked.

“Mmm, I think they all figured it out by now... but, I remember we had a couple ideas. Which one were you thinking of? Put a picture of us kissing up on a billboard, or do song dedications to each other over the radio, or-” when they initially started dating, they wanted to keep it a secret for bit… and then it became a game, waiting to see when the others would notice.

“The New Year Kiss thing,” Grif provided the answer to his own question. The idea for that was, if nobody realized they were dating until the end of that year, Grif and Simmons would kiss on New Year’s Eve, in front of everybody, and then inform the group that they were several months into the relationship, just for the shock. However, they had finally decided to just share the news with everybody, starting with Tucker.

“Oh, yeah… haha, what about it?”

“When all the Christmas crap is done, WE should throw our own party. A Happy New Year party. We’re a real couple now, so we can do all that fun host stuff, right?” Grif turned on his side, so they fit together more closely.

“Sure, we can do that… you can finally gather all your favorite party snacks together,” Simmons said encouragingly.

“Hell yeah…”

“And I can show them how to have fun without going bonkers…” Simmons yawned, and Grif let out one short chuckle (he knew “having fun” for Simmons was creating an itinerary and making a detailed list of party games).

After a while, they shared more I-love-you's and a good-night... ironically, Grif doesn't drift off right away. He keeps thinking about how nice this has been, and how it has given him hope for more; the idea of "settling down" with somebody had never been too appealing when he was younger. His own insecurities and bat habits, plus having rotten taste in "romantic partners", did not equal an interest in long-term committed relationships. Now, Grif is pretty confident that he wants to be with Simmons for the rest of his life, and doesn't even question that Simmons feels the same.

Their apartment is nice, but maybe... maybe they could find an actual HOME together. Or build one. Could they build one? Or like- design it, then hire people to build it? Yeah, that would probably work better (if they tried to do it themselves, Sarge would "help", and then they'd wind up living in a replica of Red Base in some neighborhood somewhere). A home that was theirs, in a place they could pick, where their friends and family could visit... the word "family" echoes in Grif's head, and he's almost surprised by how NOT scary it is. He and Simmons- they could do that, together.

Well, not right NOW. Not tomorrow, or next week, or next month... but someday. Maybe next year.

[viridianv0id]

AND V2 IS HERE TOO

i am... webfishing again come join i will talk about ultrakill to u

JBV8VW

[silver325]

Some dumb art I made in MS Paint

 I don't use MS paint that often, usually just to mess around and draw stick figures but this one actually kind of turned out good? Like it's not the best but it's kind of cute. The character was really growing on me as a spent 2 hours drawing this with my mouse. Should I give her a name? 

[mellybabbles]

Melly, if you draw on the computer/pc, do you actually connect a drawing tablet to it do you literally just use MS Paint???

I don't usually draw on my computer, I usually use procreate on my ipad, but due to being too lazy to go grab it, I just did shitty bill drawings I basically never use my computer, I used a mouse for that tho

[chessalein]

Hello! Chapter 12 of "Doktor, how did you get into Heavy's head?" is out now!

Summary:

Heavy gets invited to a little building competition between some of the mercs and joins them to learn to let a bit loose. He also visits Medic at their usual mealtime and finds him in a rather new mood and an even more unusual bodylanguage. It gives the big man a chance to see new faces on the person that never dissapoints to amaze him.

Notes:

TW for drug usuage. Kind of. And feels. Especially the feels, feels are dangerous. Try not to catch them. Have fun reading :)

Here is a drawing I made of an angry Medic sitting in the darkness. It doesn't make sense yet, but it will when you have read this week's chapter! Have fun reading! I know its not that good, it was made in MS Paint while using the mouse.

[so0ppa]

how many art programs have you tried and which ones were your favorite? :3

Oh hm lets see. My first two were Medibang Paint (both on pc and mobile) and MS Paint im p sure. Then a whole lot l8r on I used Ibispaint and that's been my main program forever now, then ofc had a Flipaclip phase but that didnt last long (barely animate an' all). Tried SAI and I think I liked it well enough. I used Krita on tablet for a little but wasnt my thing. Then I got Infinite Painter and most of the doodles and such that I post on here is done on that. Actually you can tell what I have and haven't drawn on Inf Painter vs Ibis bcz on Ibis my default bg is a slightly lighter grey.. and my Ibis work is way more rendered usually since I'm still more used to it. Oh I also use the website JS Paint when I wanna do mouse doodles and the PCs MS Paint is the modern version with layers (which im not a fan of personally) and sometimes I draw on Whiteboard Fox as well.

[feanorcurufinwe]

alterhuman journal - #1 - "common" theriotypes

I've decided I'm gonna start typing out my thoughts when it comes to being alterhuman because I still feel like there are a lot of things I still haven't figured out yet. :'D this is just the most convenient and quickest way I get to jot down thoughts and feelings. Feel free to read, no pressure to interact but a like is appreciated!

A huge problem I have with the therian community in recent times is the emphasis on "common" and "uncommon" theriotypes, like being a wolf/cat/dog vs any other animal. It really upsets me because I'm sure it makes a lot of people insecure about their theriotypes, including myself. :(

As of lately I've been feeling a drift between myself and my maned wolf theriotype. I get a feeling that it doesn't fit anymore, or that it never fit in the first place and I just didn't want to be "like everyone else". I knew I had a canine theriotype, but of course I didn't want to go to the gray wolf immediately because "everyone is a wolf", right?

It also got me thinking about how my theriotypes are even a thing. Like, how did I end up this way? I've been reflecting on it a lot recently and I think I'm starting to create a better picture of why I am the way that I am.

I think I experience therianthropy in the spiritual AND psychological way for different species. I believe my deer theriotype to be spiritual, 100%. I was a deer in one of my past lives; to me, that's what makes it make sense. But I believe my canine theriotype is different, I think it may be psychological?

I believe it stems from when I was young, with unrestricted access to the internet, lol. I didn't have many friends as a kid and spent most of my summers alone, at home. I took comfort in YouTube, watching artists animate their OCs and write stories of wolves and cats and dogs. I would draw my own on MS Paint with a mouse. It's all I really had, since I didn't have much in the way of toys either. The toys I did have were of course also animals.

Basically, I think I kinda imprinted on animals? I rarely was interested in media that had human characters as a kid. I only cared about humanoid characters if they were anthros, or an elf or something. Perhaps it stems from how other humans treated me as a child? I'm not sure. But I know from a very young age that I just couldn't relate to humans the way I would with animals in media. A lot of talk on why wolf/canine theriotypes are so common comes down to the media, and I do agree. Canines have been a close human companion for a long time, and I believe humans and canines share more similarities than people realize.

I don't really know where else to go with this entry, but that's what's been going through my head lately in regards to therianthropy. I'm still trying to find my canine theriotype, but for now I usually tell people "wolf", even if it isn't entirely accurate (yet). Don't be afraid to let your identity flow and ebb, otherwise you're just chaining yourself to the past.

[kvroii]

Draw it again challenge.

Kori's second design ever, being from October 24, 2013. It was a 'fancier' outfit so her hair, which was usually rough, was smoothed back in this design, and she wore a long coat. The buckles and ribbons in her hair were different than her uniform outfit, with one ribbon instead of two, and no red buckles present this time.

Besides the dragon wings getting swapped for her dragonfly wings, and her eye color switched to her official one, the intent of the design has stayed the same from original to redraw. This time, however, I have the artistic ability to draw it. Original was drawn in MS Paint with a mouse. Redraw drawn in Paint Tool SAI with a drawing tablet.

[sixty-silver-wishes]

okay I gotta tell yall about my composition sketches lol

so

before I start a big art piece, I do a composition sketch. this is just an extremely quick, extremely low quality doodle, usually on snapchat or ms paint, where I lay out the figures in the drawing so that when I do the actual sketch, I’ll have an idea of where to put everything. I don’t really show people these because they look really dumb, and seeing one while I’m working on a big piece is kind of like looking at a guy half into a disney mascot suit without the mickey mouse head on. nobody wants to see that. however, they’re so hilarious next to the finished pieces that I kinda have to share them

so here we have

beetlejuice

sweeney todd

and now I just started one for a “psycho” piece

this one’s gonna be fun

[microwavingtoniii]

hey guys, so I recently broke my phone, which is what I usually use for Tumblr and art. I won't be able to respond to asks, messages, and reblogs as fast as usual. Regarding Zote, I will continue to draw him every day until my phone comes back fixed, but art will have to be made in MS Paint with a mouse.

[bitethetablet]

Hey I’m trying to get into digital art and wanted to know if you know any good free apps for laptops that you would recommend?

hiya! :D krita is one of the best ones available rn since you can both draw and animate on it, i usually just use ibis paint on my phone but if i ever switch to my laptop krita’s one of my favorites (crumb cuptoast uses it too)

there’s also firealpaca but personally it’s not my favorite to use, and gimp which is basically free photoshop but it can be complicated and overwhelming for beginners (even if you’re used to photoshop) but if you’re looking for something similar there is photopea! (web browser only i think?)

i use ms paint 3D, blender, and block bench from time to time for 3D things but i think paint 3D is the easiest of all of them (it’s meant for work / school so it’s not the best program but it’s pretty neat)

honorable mentions: cursor.cc the website for making your own mouse cursor icon and whiteboardfox another website for drawing that’s just meant for work things (you get to draw with other people)

glhf!

[plusvanity]

I really love your drawings and just wonder how did you learn to draw like that?

I'm so happy to know you do enjoy my art, it really makes my day a bit better so, thank you very much for letting me know that! <3

Well, I don't know if ever mentioned it before but I'm a self-taught artist like many other people in the art community.

I started drawing as soon as I was able to hold a pen in my hand haha soo.. pretty early I guess. Throughout my childhood I've been drawing traditionally and by the age of 12 (when my mom bought us the first computer) I discovered MS Paint (software that I've been using all these years until today). Due to financial reasons I've never had a graphic tablet (still don't have one today even tho now I can go buy one, I don't need one anymore lol) or any fancy tablets/ devices to digitally draw sooo... I had to learn all the tough work with nothing but a shaky hand and freaking mouse.

I've been passively studying art (anatomy, proportions, shadowing/lighting, color pallets, etc.) just by looking at other digital artist's works for years. I'd always try to understand and memorize their concepts to later apply them in my own art to reach the same effectiveness??? or to basically be able to look at my own art for more than 3 seconds before I irreversibly throw it in a Folder of tears and shame lmao.

Finding a satisfying original style wasn't easy either as I've been fluctuating a lot through years and even months. (there's a big difference in how my drawings looked just 2 months ago and how they look right now). For a very long time I had a 'cute animu' phase... style? that I used to enjoy then it slowly turned into a more 'dramatic/ angsty' style then into a more semi-realistic style that's my current artstyle. I guess I finally found what works the best for me as I'm slowly starting to enjoy my drawings lol. I'm the worst critic to myself but I'm working on it.

Practice.

I make sure that no matter what, I draw something everyday. This is the holy concept that I make sure to apply every single day. It doesn't matter if I'm not in the mood or bored or whatever, I always make time to at least sketch/ doodle something. It helps greatly in the long run and I usually come back to thank myself for doing that.

That's pretty much all I do since I was a kid and discovered digital art. 'Gaze at other's art and practice, practice, practice.'

Hope that's a 'good enough' answer, anon! Have a great day! ^^