#pleasecritique

[mirrorworldclemont]

A drawing I did. Is it good?

[demidemongoddess]

More roleplay because I'm obsessed right now.

On the left is Deliz and here's some info on her:

She's 13, three years younger than Navi.

She's good at potion making

She can shapeshift into a manticore

Some of her powers are being able to alter the size if objects, either big or small, spawn in wings, and has access to dark magic that she doesn't really know how to use

The race I made up for these two are called Shap-shi and here's their status in it.

Navi is the youngest of three daughters of the chief, Nazario. She tries but many see her as a big screw up.

Deliz is poor and lives on her own. She wasn't born in the tribe and joined when they found her. However she's ostracized from the tribe. They see her as a danger though she really isn't. (Honestly, Navi is a bigger danger).

Hmm they look similar...I wonder why? 🤔

Characters belong to me

Shap-shi being to me

[nixb3202]

Angel

I try to sleep.

The darkness hovers over me,

As I lie here.

The night is quiet and calm.

Outside is black out,

Except for the small spec of moonlight that creeps

-in through my closed blinds.

My parents sleep in the other room next to mine.

The sound of snoring seeps into my room,

Indicating that I am the only one awake.

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve passed.

It’s been keeping me up every night,

My pillow catching small droplets of my tears.

I toss and turn, trying to get comfortable.

When suddenly,

The mattress beside my feet starts to sink,

The slow weight increasing on the bed

The weight felt heavy,

As if someone sits there

Waiting for me to drift.

I knew instantly it was you.

The energy felt comforting

Like you used to be.

I sit up, and see nothing

But the same, empty darkness.

Tears sting my eyes once more,

As I reach out to you

To feel something.

To feel you.

I know you’re here with me.

I grab your picture and look into your eyes once more.

My grandpa.

The most comforting person I ever had.

I wipe the remaining tears off my face.

The lingering energy of you gets stronger.

Laying my head against the pillow once more,

I close my eyes.

An image of you plays in my mind

Of you patting my shoulder like you used to.

The sudden feeling of comfort starts to form over me

As the weight of you slowly decreases by my feet.

I can’t help but let a little sigh of comfort out,

Knowing you’re still with me.

-Nix B.

[croc-lobster]

This took much longer than I would have wanted it to. I’m still debating whether I should keep messing with lineless stuff. The process tends to frustrate me. #catra #shera #digitalpaintings #pleasecritique https://www.instagram.com/p/BxU4KVCFSKK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nlrt9lasm4dg

[ladycerebellum13]

Colored one of the pieces I did this year for #inktober #pleasecritique #myart #micronpen #watercolor #watercolorpencils #watercolorpainting #inkwash #inktober2018 #arachne #mythicalcreatures #greekmythology https://www.instagram.com/p/BqkfZ9oHSnQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=izt4z7qtc1be

[dkayproductions]

Interlocking Hearts #interlockinghearts #hearts #heart #haveaheart #thisisincrema #happyvalentinesday #valentine #valentine'sday #artistry #art #myart #dkayproductions #dkayproductionsart #love #pleasecritique #marker #markers

[monitored-youth]

I dare you to write: Missing person

Black haired boys go missing all the time. Honestly, I see more posters for black haired children going missing than for anyone else. It's strange really. I thought blonde kids would be more popular. I guess it doesn't really matter. It's tragic no matter who it is. Kidnappings, disappearances, all the same. Why do people even bother looking. You know you aren't gonna find them. Well, I shouldn't say that. You might find them. If there is a slip up. A sloppy mistake. But that hardly ever happens. That's why I'm here, in the bathroom of a gas station, my head thrown back into a sink. The bleach smells, but that's the last thing on my mind. But, oh god, I miss my black hair.