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More playing with the new nendo face plates!
Send “Mating Season” to catch my muse in a lustful state.
in honor of spring.
Send me words to find out things
Bath: Two things in my muse’s bathroom
Bed: Two things in my muse’s bedroom
Clothes: Two pieces of clothing my muse is wearing
Pockets: Two things from my muse’s pockets
Songs: Two songs my muse recently had stuck in his/her head
Family: Two facts about my muse’s family
Fridge: Two things in my muse’s fridge
Books: Two books my muse owns
Memory: The last two things my muse forgot
Not-doing-too-good sentence starters
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“You took that hit pretty hard…”
“Don’t stand up yet.”
“That definitely looks broken…”
“Walk it off.”
“How are you feeling?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“You look like shit.”
“Have you been eating enough?”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Why are you limping?”
“You’re really pale…”
“Did you just go throw up?”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”
“That looks infected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”
“I told you you’d get sick.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Are you bleeding?!”
“How’d you get a bruise like that?”
“What happened?”
“Let me help you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Don’t move.”
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
“Breathe.”
Send "Hey there" to pin my character against the wall and kiss them.
Send 🌹to give my muse a rose.
I see this kinda advice passed around all the time here is the thing: shading with black will indeed look bad if you don’t know what you are doing. However, telling people not to do things without explaining why is terrible advice.
Shadows are the opposite of light, this includes in colour.
This means that if you have light in one colour, the shadow will be of the opposing hue, saturation, and value.
Unless the object is white, it has its own local colour - the object’s true colour, how it would appear if the light were pure white.
The colour of the light influences the local colour of the object. so if you had yourself a brown cube and a blue light, the colours would get bluer and pinker.
now the reason shadows do not tend to be black is because pure white light is hard to find in nature.
the closest you will get to pure white light is during a really overcast day and the sun is filtering through the clouds, but even then it’ll lean towards yellow so the shadows will be slightly blue.
During a clear day, the shadows will pick up a lot of bounce light from the blue sky and have a blue tinge. You can learn more about this in this tutorial: [http://artbyriana.deviantart.com/art/Why-shadows-aren-t-gray-321656856]
But! None of this means you are never allowed to use black.
realistically shadows will have a hint of a colour to them, but stylistically you might be going for, say, a film noir look and deep black shadows are needed for impact for example.
The more you know about how light works, the more informed decisions you can make about shading and the more options you have.
If someone tells you that you can’t do something, they’re wrong! you can do what you like!
yes, black is hard to use and if you just mix a colour with black it’ll get muddy, but thats easily resolved by choosing your colours manually - which ideally you want to do regardless bc the computer doesnt have your eyes & cant choose the colours you like
basically if someone gives you some art advice and says you can’t do something, they’re wrong! you can, you just might need to study a little to figure out how to make things work.
I mean for example, people will say you must make your composition follow the rule of thirds and never align centrally, but while the rule of thirds makes it easy to create visual interest, Mad Max Fury Road is a testament to the fact that central composition can and will work if you experiment.
there are no rules in art! there are theories based on reality, this has been a post on colour theory & light theory, but they exist to inform you, not to restrict you.
Do what you like! Trust your eyes, if you think something looks good, then great! If you don’t, then research & experiment until you do.
Also if you wanna learn more abt colour theory, I go into it in a lot more depth over yonder: http://helpfulharrie.tumblr.com/post/131822744966/ http://helpfulharrie.tumblr.com/post/131958395841/
Send me a ✖ if you ever wanted to rp with me, send me a ✿ if you really like my muse/ how i portray them.
jealous / possessive meme
“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ why is she/he calling you? ”
“ do they know we’re together? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”
“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”
“ i know you were with her/him ”
“ you belong to me ”
“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”
“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”
“im NOT jealous ”
“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”
“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”
“ you’re too good for her/him ”
“is there someone else?”
“ you were flirting with them ”
“ they were flirting with you ”
“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”
“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”
“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”
“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”
Send ♂ for my muse’s thoughts on their father
Send ♂♂ for a specific memory of him from their childhood.
Send “What about” and a person and my muse will say their honest feelings/thoughts about them.
No matter what they may be, my muse will spill all.
"You're gonna have a bad time if you keep wasting mana like that," Camreon called to the reaper. "I don't care what type of spirit you are, you need to cut it out." The small, green metalic dog on his shoulder barked, probably repeating his words. ((Feline of Mana Camreon, god of Magic))
Grim narrowed her eyes, glancing at the shadows crawling around her hands and arms. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Regardless she made the shadows disappear and tilted her head at the dog, “What’s that?”
“Okay i will be sure too do that.” She lied. She had no intention of changing anything she did, but she felt like it was better too lie and make this guy happy, then too tell the truth and bicker with him.
Camreon flew away. He didn’t know how to tell if someone was lying or not through their words and had other problems to deal with. Without looking back, though, it would be easy to keep an eye on her.
When he left she let out a sigh of relief, and opened up a portal back home, stepping through. She had her own problems as well she needed to deal with in this island. She smirked a little, thinking about all the mana she could waste, and how much it would tick that guy off if she actually did it.
“Didn’t I just tell you to know it off?” Camreon called. He was now behind her, tapping his foot on the ground with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked around. The place felt oddly familiar.
She jumoed when she heard him. Her scythe appearing in her hands, but that usually happened someone scared her. “What the fuck?” She muttered before she looked up at the man, “The only mana i’ve used since you had a talk with me, is the portal so i could get home.”
“Yes, and you’ve managed to leave behind enough smog to make a stoner quit cold turkey.” He snapped and a mist similar to the violet one, yet pitch black, surrounded Grim - the mana she left behind.
She rolled her eyes, and tried to wave away the black mist. “Well, how else was I suppose to get home? My mana is what gets me home when I’m among the humans.”
“I said control it; you refused.”
She rubbed her temples, “I’m going home now.” She turned around, and headed for the forest. Past the forest she would be at the village she allowed the shadow beings to live at, and then too the castle, and then maybe she could get some quiet… but she that was a hopeless wish.
Cameron's eyes glowed as he watched hwe leave. He cut off the reapers connection to her own mana. "Have fun with your life now," he shouted before vanishing.
"You're gonna have a bad time if you keep wasting mana like that," Camreon called to the reaper. "I don't care what type of spirit you are, you need to cut it out." The small, green metalic dog on his shoulder barked, probably repeating his words. ((Feline of Mana Camreon, god of Magic))
Grim narrowed her eyes, glancing at the shadows crawling around her hands and arms. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Regardless she made the shadows disappear and tilted her head at the dog, “What’s that?”
“Okay i will be sure too do that.” She lied. She had no intention of changing anything she did, but she felt like it was better too lie and make this guy happy, then too tell the truth and bicker with him.
Camreon flew away. He didn’t know how to tell if someone was lying or not through their words and had other problems to deal with. Without looking back, though, it would be easy to keep an eye on her.
When he left she let out a sigh of relief, and opened up a portal back home, stepping through. She had her own problems as well she needed to deal with in this island. She smirked a little, thinking about all the mana she could waste, and how much it would tick that guy off if she actually did it.
“Didn’t I just tell you to know it off?” Camreon called. He was now behind her, tapping his foot on the ground with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked around. The place felt oddly familiar.
She jumoed when she heard him. Her scythe appearing in her hands, but that usually happened someone scared her. “What the fuck?” She muttered before she looked up at the man, “The only mana i’ve used since you had a talk with me, is the portal so i could get home.”
“Yes, and you’ve managed to leave behind enough smog to make a stoner quit cold turkey.” He snapped and a mist similar to the violet one, yet pitch black, surrounded Grim - the mana she left behind.
She rolled her eyes, and tried to wave away the black mist. “Well, how else was I suppose to get home? My mana is what gets me home when I’m among the humans.”
"I said control it; you refused."
"You're gonna have a bad time if you keep wasting mana like that," Camreon called to the reaper. "I don't care what type of spirit you are, you need to cut it out." The small, green metalic dog on his shoulder barked, probably repeating his words. ((Feline of Mana Camreon, god of Magic))
Grim narrowed her eyes, glancing at the shadows crawling around her hands and arms. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Regardless she made the shadows disappear and tilted her head at the dog, “What’s that?”
“Okay i will be sure too do that.” She lied. She had no intention of changing anything she did, but she felt like it was better too lie and make this guy happy, then too tell the truth and bicker with him.
Camreon flew away. He didn’t know how to tell if someone was lying or not through their words and had other problems to deal with. Without looking back, though, it would be easy to keep an eye on her.
When he left she let out a sigh of relief, and opened up a portal back home, stepping through. She had her own problems as well she needed to deal with in this island. She smirked a little, thinking about all the mana she could waste, and how much it would tick that guy off if she actually did it.
“Didn’t I just tell you to know it off?” Camreon called. He was now behind her, tapping his foot on the ground with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked around. The place felt oddly familiar.
She jumoed when she heard him. Her scythe appearing in her hands, but that usually happened someone scared her. “What the fuck?” She muttered before she looked up at the man, “The only mana i’ve used since you had a talk with me, is the portal so i could get home.”
“Yes, and you’ve managed to leave behind enough smog to make a stoner quit cold turkey.” He snapped and a mist similar to the violet one, yet pitch black, surrounded Grim - the mana she left behind.
"You're gonna have a bad time if you keep wasting mana like that," Camreon called to the reaper. "I don't care what type of spirit you are, you need to cut it out." The small, green metalic dog on his shoulder barked, probably repeating his words. ((Feline of Mana Camreon, god of Magic))
Grim narrowed her eyes, glancing at the shadows crawling around her hands and arms. “Don’t tell me what to do.” Regardless she made the shadows disappear and tilted her head at the dog, “What’s that?”
“Okay i will be sure too do that.” She lied. She had no intention of changing anything she did, but she felt like it was better too lie and make this guy happy, then too tell the truth and bicker with him.
Camreon flew away. He didn’t know how to tell if someone was lying or not through their words and had other problems to deal with. Without looking back, though, it would be easy to keep an eye on her.
When he left she let out a sigh of relief, and opened up a portal back home, stepping through. She had her own problems as well she needed to deal with in this island. She smirked a little, thinking about all the mana she could waste, and how much it would tick that guy off if she actually did it.
"Didn't I just tell you to know it off?" Camreon called. He was now behind her, tapping his foot on the ground with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked around. The place felt oddly familiar.