#constructive criticism pls

[cryptiplier]

Finished my first ever poster - and, of course, it had to be Noiriplier. He's just so skrunkly,, Constructive criticism is welcome, cool graphic design ppl please give me tips!!

[paperclipsims]

I’ve been working on some new hand drawn tattoos...

[cryptiplier]

wanted to really lean into the horror movie vibe. murderplier poster, as suggested by @captain-wordy-and-nerdy! this one was really fun to make :D feel free to suggest some other ipliers <3 and as always, this is 100% free to use for whatever you feel like. go ham!

[kingsprinkle]

I keep drawing Flambae for muscle practice, it's going ok, but i would very much appreciate constructive criticism.

[fieldclover-leaf]

Lust for Blood and Gold: A Snow White Adaption

Ok, so like, this is a work in progress story and I’d appreciate feedback from anyone willing to read this first little bit!

Prologue

Our story starts in a land not so far from ours, yet light years away. Magical beasts and beings coincide with humans. Well, for the most part, at least.

Lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow, hair as black as ebony. These are the traits used to describe Snow White, the fairest in all the land. The Queen, furious as to be second in beauty to a teenager, sought Snow White’s heart to be ripped from her chest and presented to her by the hunter who had slain her. This, in the Queen’s eyes, would be the only way that she’d once again become the most beautiful in her kingdom.

That’s what everyone else was told, of course. Snow White was, in reality, a vampire.

Are you surprised? Confused? What else would explain her stark white skin, dark red lips in a shocking contrast, and impossibly black hair framing her face? The Queen feared Snow, not just because of how scarily elegant she was, but because of the possibility that Snow White would feed on her subjects. This was why she wanted her heart on a platter. It was the only way to ensure that the beast was truly dead. Beast being vampire, to be exact. Vampire being Snow White.

This is the tale of the hunter assigned to the task of slaying the fair maiden.

Chapter 1: The Hunter’s Task

“Mother! I’ve been called to complete a task for the Queen! This must mean that my training has finally paid off!” Said Amory, a young lady that has been working towards one day attending the royal guard of the Queen. She bounded into the kitchen, her eyes bright and reflecting the light of the morning sun through the window. Her golden hair was cut rather short at the sides, but it hung many feet down her back in a cascade of flaxen beauty from the strip of fabric she used to pull it back.

“That’s very nice dear. I only hope you don’t partake in anything too terribly dangerous. After what happened to your father, well, I wish for you to be safe is all.” Her mother gently placed a plate of sunny-side-up eggs, buttered toast, and perfectly crispy bacon on the table in front of Amory, who eagerly began to chow down. “Do you know what exactly you are accomplishing for the Queen?”  Munching away, Amory pulled the parchment from the knapsack on her shoulder and read, in a very regal accent: “Knight Amory Smythe,

“The Queen cordially invites you to attend her castle, in which further proceedings of your upcoming task shall be discussed. In summary, your task will mostly contain the tracking, locating, and slaying of a beast I fear poses danger to my kingdom.” She proceeded to state the date and time of the meeting, which was later that morning. “Goodness mother, I’m so excited! I wonder what I’ll be hunting? ‘Beast’ is so… vague. What if it’s a pack of bears? Or Tigers? Mother, what if I have to slay a dragon! Oh goodness, I don’t think I’m ready for that…”

“I’m sure it’s nothing too drastic, dear. Hurry up and finish your breakfast, or else you’re going to be late!” Amory’s mother fished a golden pocket watch from her skirt and faced it towards the girl. “You’ve only got, what, an hour or two to be there, and it takes about half that walking.” “Mother, don’t worry. I’ll be just fine.” Amory stood and walked her plate over to the wash bin. “Oh, alright. but do be quick, dearie. And stay safe! I love you!” Her mother departed the room, away to work over her loom. “I love you too, mother. I’ll be back soon!”

With that, Amory donned her armour, sword, and began the trek to the Queen’s castle, arriving just in the nick of time.

The Queen’s castle was an elegant work of charcoal-colored brick and a shimmering, silver wood used for trim and the large, heavy doors guarding the entrance. As if by magic, (most likely by magic, the Queen was known to dabble in the fantastical arts) the doors swung open to the magnificent throne room. Glittering, literally glittering white marble floors, adorned with a dark royal purple carpet that led up to the ebony tree-root throne in which the Queen sat. The walls were lined with different tapestries depicting different heroes, rulers, and monsters of the world alike. One in particular caught Amory’s eye, a portrait of a girl about her age. But something was off. The skin was too pale, lips too red, hair too impossibly dark. How a tapestry captured such an eerie energy, she had no idea. Well, she thought it was probably enchanted. So she did have an idea. Dear reader, this author is contradictory for the sake of humor. It would be most gracious for you to do your very best not to tire of it.

Anyways, Amory, feigning calm, made her way up to the throne with light haste. She kneeled before the Queen, bowing her head in respect. “My Queen, I am Amory Smythe. You summoned me to complete a task, and slay a beast that may pose a threat to the kingdom.”

The Queen rose, and gracefully stepped to Amory’s level. “You may rise.” Amory stood shakily, in awe to be in her majesty’s presence. “I fear this is much more dire than a simple fetch quest. Come with me, for there are many things I must explain.”

She led Amory behind her throne, and down a spiral staircase made of the same silver wood as the main door. Lining the charcoal brick walls were sparkling amethyst crystals, along with the occasional smoky quartz. They all glittered like diamonds, as though someone came down the staircase hourly to polish them. Amory wondered whether or not they were magical.

After approximately a 30 second descent, the stairwell opened into a large cave, the ceiling covered with the same gems as on the way down. The stones, Amory realized, produced the majority of the light in the room (meaning yes, they were most likely magical). The spacious cavern walls were lined with shelf upon shelf, each filled with different creatures, plants, and gems alike in various jars and containers. As the Queen led her towards the back, she spotted a row of what appeared to be the hearts of various monsters, labeled things such as ‘werewolf’, ‘direboar’, and a vibrant green one named simply ‘corn’. On the end of the row stood an empty jar, labeled ‘The Fairest’. Upon reading this, Amory thought back to the tapestry in the throne room and shivered.

Other portions of the wall were lined with enchanted weapons, indicated by the symbols on the blades or shafts of various pointy objects. “Woah…” Amory simply couldn’t help but exclaim. The room wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen before.

“This is my life’s work. My passion. Sadly, what I’ve been able to accomplish here is simply not enough to defeat what’s threatening us. These weapons you’ve been so subtly admiring-” the Queen gave Amory a pointed look, then quickly replaced it with a smirk, “-can only be wielded by a true warrior. Which, as much as I’d love to be, I am not. You, however, have been training for tasks such as these since you were a child! You’re the perfect soldier to undertake this.” Her Majesty led her towards a wall-mounted fixture draped over with black cloth. “Now, for the true reason I brought you down here.” She pulled off the cloth to reveal a beautiful mirror framed with gold and wires of silver snaking across. When Amory looked in, her reflection was tinted a hazy purple and sparkled in a similar way to the gems on the ceiling of the cavern. “Is… Is it magic?” Amory contemplated for a moment before continuing, “Okay yes, obviously it is magic, everything in here is, but what does it do?”

“My dear, this mirror can answer any question, by showing me an image of someone, something,  or somewhere.  Or, if none of those will suffice, it places the knowledge directly into the mind of the questioner. I usually ask arbitrary things in order to plan my days, such as “Mirror, mirror, make me see, how malevolent my subjects be.”” The mirror swirled in a galaxy of purples and blues, then finally rested on an image of a town square, with people casually conversing, women and children hand-in-hand, enjoying themselves. Apparently, there was very little malevolence.. The Queen then turned to Amory with a modest and yet concerned look. “Alright, now, as my loyal subject, you must swear not to judge me in any way after this next statement.” “I swear to you, my Queen, that no judgement shall fall upon you from my mind.” Her majesty appeared satisfied, “Okay. I occasionally only ask the mirror this once a fortnight or so, but the most recent result frankly has me scared half out of my wits. Let me show you.

“Mirror mirror, on the wall, who is the Fairest of them all?” The mirror swirled once more, although the energy it gave off felt more sinister, and sent a wave of exhilaration through Amory. When the glass cleared, it was quite the shock for her to see the same strange girl as on the upstairs tapestry. She stood serenely in a cottage, sweeping the floor with not a care in the world. Amory was unable to pull her eyes away from the strangely beautiful figure; her soft, shoulder-length hair, dark as a summer’s midnight, her doe-like eyes a piercing blue, crystalline and fragile, her skin, pale as moonlight and twice as soft, her lips-

Amory was getting distracted. “Uh- uh, who is that? Is she in danger? Is she being hunted by the beast?”

“My dear, she is the beast. She is known as Snow White. She’s a vampire. A cold, emotionless, blood-sucking vampire. That jar on the shelf-” the Queen gestured to the container marked ‘The Fairest’, “-is where you are to store her heart after ripping it from her chest.”

“Okay, question- is killing her actually mandatory? Could I, say, convince her to… not eat people?” The Queen considered this for a moment, taking into account Amory’s flustered state. “I fear death may be the only way to take care of such a creature. If you fail me, I may not be nearly as friendly towards you. Good luck, Amory Smythe.” And with that, the Queen’s eyes glowed a bright lilac, and she disappeared.

Amory suddenly found herself on the back of a white stallion, headed towards a forest on the outskirts of town. She realized her sword was replaced with a blade akin to the ones in the Queen’s cavern. She now also had a backpack on, which upon inspection, held several canteens, a dozen apples, and some bread and cheese. In a side pocket, a golden apple rested. Something told Amory it was not meant for her. She let the horse continue on its way, and attempted to sleep, as it was just around sundown. Before long, Amory had dozed off on the horse’s back.

[conkedcrete]

should I take my funeral will be clown themed and take place in a ditch out of my tinder bio?

[tttoffee-blog]

kind of a practice

[peachysimlish]

send me ideas to make my content better !