#grey-scale

[mellopawna]

Daily Louie art #14

Grey-scale/Monochrome

+ announcement!! :

Made a new blog for ONLY pikmin Louie Content! @average-pkmnlouie-enjoyer ^^ so if you wanna see more pikmin Louie from me I suggest you follow this acc!! <3

[lionfloss]

Saad Moosajee for Thom Yorke Music Video

[eemapso]

This pic is a bit older but i still think it looks ok! It features two OCS of mine drawn in a vintage style :3

[ledgendweaver]

Demon Gray-Scale Unfortunately, due to some phone issues, I lost my files, and am unable to finish painting this. I did, however, post this “Gray-Scale” (Its basically a glorrified lighting test) on DeviantArt before that, and realized I hadn’t posted it on Tumblr, so here you go!

[sematicenigmaticstatic]

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( Forgot to add text ) The Jester in his active phase, babbling so excitedly that he's not speaking coherently enough to be understood in any capacity. In his active stage, he mercilessly hunts down the object of his obsession until he utterly destroys it in his frantic pursuit of it. Cyan is exhausted from spending the past few years trying to keep The Jester at least somewhat under control. He's made some progress but its been at the cost of Cyan's health and happiness.

K adamantly believes The Jester is something to be defeated and over come and warned Cyan about befriending him. Cyan believes that he is one of them and he just needs to be given the time and the space to grow into something better.

I̵̜͚͙̹̟̥͉̱͎̫͙̜͈͕̟͖͇̪̅͛̈́̐̒̈́̆̈́̍͛̽̓͗̍̊͛̚͜͜ ̶̙̗̝͇̳͉̪̻̖̜̪̦̟͚̳̫̼̳̎̓̍͛̈́̅̒̈́̈̂̓͋̅̏̑̓̉͝͠͝ͅ ̸̺̺̩̩̻̄̃̔̈́̚ͅͅ ̵̢̯̩͚͔͈̖̦͔͈̱̝̩̺͖͝Ḍ̴̹͂̔̀̾̍̀͗͐̿̀̄̒̚͘͘ ̴̧̘̫͙̪͎̞͎̭̩͕̓͊̒̆͛̄̅̒O̶̱͈̠̰̗̖̙̱͊̈́̓͒͊̿̓͜͝ ̵̫̹̹̪̦̫͈̊̀͗̈̀͊̏́̿ ̸̢͕͎̗͉͌͂͑́̊̍̋̅̆̔̄̊̊͘͝ͅ ̵̭͙̱̖̻̍̈́̓̎ͅN̵̝̥̼̼̥͚͉̠̻͚̯̥̙͛ ̸̢̨̢̛̯̙͍̻͍̺̝͙̺̝̼͉̞̀̃͐͗̚O̵̧̹̹͍̫̪̥̺̦̟͈͗̈̇͂̅͋̈́̍̌͊̕ ̵̨͎̦͍̲̯̮̭̣̗̬̥͕̞̞̱̮͈̘͐͒̂͜͝͝T̶̢̧͍̗͙̭̝͚̠͖̯͚̯͇͎̫̹̦͕̩͋̏͆̕ ̶̧͇͓̩͔͎̫̞̙͙͕̳͎̻̭̟̠̟̰͎̯̽͝ ̶̟͔͚͙̙̮͎̉̀̆̂͛̑̈́̈́̇̄̈́̂́̀͆̐̀́͝͠͝ ̸̜͔͖̗̰͓͉̭̣̩̫̙̱̻͔̻̫̠̪̑̎̀̔̎̔̂̅̍̅̀̌̑̕͠K̵̢̢̢̻̺͇̫͍̥͎̩̺̞̠̮͉̥̲̤̣̫̏̋̉́̽̿̅̉̑́̃̚̕̕̚͜͝ ̷̞̺̲͚̜́͂̽̽͠͝N̸͔͎̻̯͚̘̼͎͍̲̱̗̜̤̬̐̊̓̅̅̆́̃̽̓͂͂̀̽͘͜͜͠ ̴̡̖͔̩͎̳͕͐̏O̵̘̥̙͓̲̞̍ ̴̧̜̜̺̤̼̩̠͖̪̠̟̉W̶̧͇̟̞̹͔̟͓͙͇̆͒̇̅̎̽̀̒̽̒̎͘̕͠ ̶̧̪̥̞̠͇̞͖̔͊̌̄̿́̎̓̎̒̽̋̔̉͊̕̚̕ ̷̧͙̘̥̙̙̞́͒̂͒̿̿̃̅̓́̚͜ͅ ̵̧̞̟͔̱̣̞͉̖̱̥͔̩͇̼̙̀̕W̷̼̳̒̅̌́̈͗̈́̈̅ ̶͓̄̓̽͒́̑͠H̵̡̻͉̘͙͈͕̻̘͂̈́̿̌͒̇̏ ̵̭̩̜̟̞̯̩͍̮͔̙̣̺͐̍̅͌̉̂̽́͗͗́̓̂̇̏̍̊͌͊ͅͅͅĄ̷̨̻̳͉̝̻͙̼̥̫̼̹̹͔̙̩̫̝̪̭̩̈́͑̏̀̅̃̉̀̿̓̓ ̶̡̛̛̛͓̘͍̮͚̟̺̪͓͔̮̬́̀̈́̇̾́̿̂̊̄̓̋̃̀͘̕̚͘Ţ̵̤̥̤̾̿̀́̑̓̒͐̏̑̋͛͗̉̇͒̕̕ ̷͕̺̺̤̞̫̾͊́͊͐͝ ̸̧̨̛̱͍͎̥̫͙͕͎͉̰̲̳̩͖̪̮̭͚͗ ̵̣̿I̶̡̳̲̟͉̟̱̦͈̦̦̳͈̙̼͋̌̒̈́̊̔̅̈́͊̿̊̐̕̕̕ ̵̧̢̛̛̝̹̫̲̮͌͂͐̋́̍̿͌̅͑̈́͛͘͝ ̵̨̛̳͕̫͎̹̭͔̹̤̝͎̲̙͎͈̙̻̝̰͔̝̂̈͂̒̈̄̍̆͗̂̒̏͆̈̕ ̷̛̹̤̋̋̎̋̀̍͑̉͛͐͗͐̏̑̍̈́͆̈́̀̅͛B̵͓̻̞̟͉͙̰͒̔̌̊ ̴̙͖̹̹̝̳͕̉̎Ȇ̵̦̖͇̉́͊̍̋̔̕͠ ̴͕̹̱͙͕͒̔̉̈́̄͋̅̓͘ ̷̛̀̋̌̏̇̽̀̽͒̃̓̽͂͘̚͜͝͠Ĺ̶̹̘͇͙͇͉̬̘͈̐̌̓͋̐̈́̀̒̔̚͜͠ ̸̤̍̅̈́̽̌͠È̴̡͎̯͔̭͚̻̭̱͈̯̱͇̜̇̒̿̾̃̑͗̑͌̌͜ ̴̢̝͕̲͖̦͉̗͈͉̙̝͖͖͇͖̠͇̣̋̆͑̓̋̾̕ͅI̴̠̗͍̫̰̰͕̊̀̆̋͗̎͐̉̿̂̏̂͑̾́̕̕͘͜ ̷̡͖̦̙͔̭̤͉͚̠̅͐̇̀͘V̷̛̩̈́̈́̾̂̊̇̅́̄̍̉̌͗̿̈́̂̏͘̚̚͠ ̶̢̘̱̺̭̺̲̜̪͉͓̤̮̜̝̹̪͎̖͇̃͒̈̇̀͊̀͋͐̔̓̇̈͋̉͒͜Ę̶̡̢̲̹̼̦̜͔͍͉̥͉͖̥̘̮̞͉̈́̍̊̅̃ͅͅ

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[secaptainslogartadventures]

Entry 26: Grey Scale

Entry 26: Grey Scale #update #mentalhealth #greyscale #lows #feelingraw #alliwanttodoissleep #seeinggrey #struggling

Hey Crew.

I’m sorry that I didn’t post anything yesterday. I just haven’t been feeling myself again. I am trying really hard to use the tools I have gained to dig me out of my darkness, but everything is still in grey-scale. I am having a hard time focusing on everything. I feel like a picked scab, like I was healing then got itchy and made it bleed again. I am feeling really raw.

It is…

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[darleneartist]

Art created with pencil, colored pencil and grease crayon

Art created with pencil, colored pencil and grease crayon

For much of the art I have created for AdD&D, I used the medium of pen and ink. It was the preferred medium for the RGP genre, a hold-over from the print technologies of the past, before the digital age. Back then, it was simply easier to reproduce illustrations for offset printing where black was black and white was white–with no grey-scale in-between. Obtaining the illusion of grey-scale using…

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[flaw-rainlight]

pen-sketched

He halts his midnight wings And rests his tired claws On the slacked telephone wire By the old street far north Gazing fondly through the mist At his pen-sketched impending dawn Which, partial to the world, Would leave him and fellow storms In their paint-less, grey-scale paradise.

T. E. Pyrus

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