#critiquepls

[echowolfs]

Playing around with digital art styles

also FloraxBloom is my otp and everyone on this planet can fight me

(Advise/criticism welcome) ((come at me))

[mirrorworldclemont]

A drawing I did. Is it good?

[emilytheemthusiastic]

a wip called love and war

hi! so im writing a book on wattpad called love and war. heres a small sample! if u wanna read the rest, go to my wattpad @Gemini_Em !! and if ur a writer pls give some constructive criticism!!

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Outside the hustle of the city stood the university where my summer would start. We had planned for a month when we heard about this seminar at MIT. Super-sciency, and super cool. All things that Peter, Bliss and I liked. Peter ran up the stairs and opened the door. 

“Thanks” I smiled. He looked good when he put himself together like that. He had combed his hair, put on jeans and a nice shirt his mom made him buy at JCPenney for some family thing.

I had thrown on a cute little blue floral dress I bought for homecoming last year that made me feel like a princess. 

Bliss wore a wrinkly white  button down shirt and khakis from their school uniform that kinda made them look like a waiter, not that that is a bad look for them either. 

Well, there wasn’t a dress code, but Mrs Barrie insisted we wore formal wear. Something about it being a whole scientific conference and needing to look presentable. 

But I’m more concerned over what scientists we were gonna meet, and what questions I would ask.  It was a super sciency-lecture, and we were here to listen to it! How cool is that?  I’m pretty sure it was something about mutants, and the science behind them. It seemed like all anyone ever talked about was mutants nowadays, so I think it would be good to learn more about them, you know? I wouldn’t want to make an assumption about people I don’t know.

People were clumped about, looking fancy, and having conversations that I could never know. We walked about until we saw a paper standup leading the way to a lecture hall.

I immediately felt out of place. There were so many gray old men sitting there, all wearing some sort of dress shirt and glasses. It’s like they were all copy pasted. Were we the only teenagers  who wanted to listen to a lecture? Probably, but that shouldn’t be a bad thing.