#tips needed

[khornecob]

MORE flambert art. Panels inspired by umikochannart on Instagram. Again, art tips appreciated

It’s not really sexual but just in case cause the 2nd slide is unintentionally suggestive 😭

[nightmare-neon]

So after looking at his actual design I learned his head is not a square..

I’m just now realizing his heads a little too small for his body as well but that’s ok also I added way more stars to his outfit because I like drawing them, I kinda wish I made his tail longer.

He is wearing traditional bell bottoms like the ones from the 70s because I’m pretty sure he’s from the 70s

Also I like to imagine he’s talking to spamton, this is like right after Tenna sprays him with foam

I’ve draw Tenna everyday for the past 5-6 days and I’ve drawing spamton like 3 times

I like them both equally but spamton is harder to draw also I have trouble with his speech…

[awaitresswrites]

That horrifying feeling when a REALLY spicy fic idea starts brewing before you’re ready to start writing. Do I just do an outline ASAP and come back to it?

Or do I just succumb to the urge and poop out a few draft chapters

Pls advise 😔

[allistertheghost]

hi!! i’m a beginner cosplayer, and i’m cosplaying leif bug fables!! for any experienced cosplayers, does anyone have any tips? references below

[coolweinerdog]

I might like Miku

Just a bit

So joyful😚

[amirenaissanceera]

The Others

By yours truly: Ami

A/N: Hello, this is my first post and story on here, and would greatly appreciate it if you could give me all feedback and tips to improve my writing skills, which are currently quite lacking. Please and thank you!

Description: There is always a time when one has to make the toughest decision of their life. This story is an “illustration” of all the decisions Korie Dynes had to make in his life… and what he had to sacrifice for it.

Chapter one, Part 1:

On September 3, 1821, it was a quiet Tuesday evening in a small village in Memramcook, Canada. The only sounds were those of birds chirping in the sky as they flew above, and the echoing of cicadas through the woods. The faint scent of freshly baked bread lingered in the air for those still wandering through the village. Whispered conversations filled the air as a group of young kids ran through the wet grass, dampening their clothes, and women gathered herbs, berries, and mushrooms throughout the forest. The smell of wet logs was prominent the deeper you went. There were men and their sons sneaking deep, deep in the woods, trying to hunt for their next meal. Deer scurrying away as the men approached, squirrels hiding high in the trees, hoping they weren’t chosen as their next target. Rabbits cowering under trees and bushes, staying as still as they could while trembling like a leaf despite the urge to flee. Suddenly, yells are disrupting the peace. Everyone outside freezes, and people previously in their homes peek through their open windows, trying to see what’s happening. The Gossips gather around the commotion and nosiness radiating from their person. “What’s going on?” someone in the crowd asks the person next to them. “I’m not sure.” They mumble as they go on their toes, trying to get a better look. There are men in dark suits—well-made from the looks of it—holding a bleeding person down, their head pushed into the ground, allowing no one to see their face. A woman near the front gasps in terror, “Oh my lord! That's the Fitzrold kid!” She exclaims when she peers at his face, and everyone around her breaks out into murmurs of shock. “That can’t be right, that boy is an angel! He could do no wrong.” Several people in the crowd erupt into protests. “All of you shut up!” one of the more imposing suited men yells, effectively shutting them up. “ I will say this only once. This young man attacked my colleagues and me while out doing our errands, ordered by our master, when this ruffian punched Ken right across the face.” The man says matter-of-factly, anger evident in his words, and all the people gathered look at one of the men who is, in fact, harboring a black bruise on the left side of their face. All the people gathered around gasp in disbelief. I mean, how could they believe that their precious neighbor just attacked someone for no reason? “You must have done something wrong! That’s why he must’ve attacked you!” a man yells through the crowd, eliciting agreements from almost all of the villagers. They all start to advance on the men in the dark suits, ill intent evident in their eyes. “Get away from my men!”...

To be continued

[fergalicious214]

I'm finally moved in enough at my house that I can let myself relax enough to get back to crafting.

Unfortunately it looks like my new temp tracker project got coffee on it. 😰 I tried to clean it and got the marks to fade a little but if anyone has tips on how to remove coffee from fabric I'm all ears!

I also signed up for a class to help learn embroidery and I'm loving it so far. Can't wait for next week's class. I also have another crochet class coming up next week. I'm going to have so many things going to keep me busy over spring break!