Writing 302: Action in PanelsYou may think this is solely up to the illustrator of the book but in fact it's actually a shared responsibility between writers and pencillers.Writing 302: Action in Panels5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Camera Angles and Storytelling through Panels
As a writer it's your job to define the pacing and flow of the page and how your story will reach the readers. The artist's job is to take those directions, execute them as best as he can and apply his vision on top of the writer's. It is a collaborative effort and that's why writers and artists have to keep a constant communication.
Drawing a pin-up is one thing, telling a story through pictures is something else entirely. All your choices have weight and they should mean something, you should be very conscious of every single decision you take as an artist/writer when working on a comic book.
A close up has a very different desired effect than a wide shot for instance, and they each communicate something specific to your readers. So always keep in mind, "What do I want to communicate wi
Profile Template (UPDATED 30/09/14)Profile Template (UPDATED 30/09/14)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Right Handed or Left Handed?:
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Poetry Self-Edit ChecklistPoetry Self-Edit Checklist4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Poetry Self-Edit Quick Start Guide and Checklist
The idea behind this is to give newer poets a way to better edit their poetry themselves, without having to rely as much on an external editor. It can be frustrating, especially for new poets to request feedback from a friend, or worse, to post a poem, and have all of the responses be about grammatical errors and other details. We write poetry to convey ideas and emotions, and when something is off technically about the poem it distracts the reader. When a reader is distracted enough to notice an error or other problem it means they might spend the time they might otherwise have spent glowing about your poem to post a comment correcting you instead.
After this introduction is over the checklist will be as brief as possible while retaining its utility. The idea is to serve as an organizational tool and a reminder rather than to educate on effective
The Ultimate Utau reclist PLEASE READThe Ultimate Utau reclist5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
-PLEASE NOTE THAT ALTHOUGH THERE ARE SINGLE VCV RECORDINGS ON THIS LIST
THEY ARE NOT A PROPER SUBSTITUTE FOR AN ACTUAL VCV RECLIST IF YOU WISH TO RECORD A VCV VOICEBANK
I RECOMEND THAT YOU USE AN ALREADY ESTABLISHED LIST AS IT IS BOUND TO BE MORE USEFUL THAN THIS LIST COULD BE IN THAT ASPECT
PLEASE DO LOOK AT RITSU'S 7-MORA LIST OR LOKE'S 5-MORA AS AN EXAMPLE
THIS LIST NEEDS TO BE UPGRADED TO PROPER VCV STANDARDS AND SHOULD NOT BE THE MAIN USE FOR A VCV VOICE I AM SORRY FOR ANY TROUBLE THIS MAY HAVE CAUSED-
-SHORTENED VERSION HAS BEEN MADE AND ADDED TO THE DESCRIPTION IF YOU ARE NEW TO UTAU I SUGGEST USING THAT FIRST
-THE LIST HAS BEEN UPDATED TO SUPPORT SINGLE VCV RECORDINGS NOT STRINGS HOPE IT HELPS ^_^;-
- single recordings -
a e i o u n
f l m p q rr s v w z
- CV recordings -
ba be bi bo bu
da de di do du
fa fe fi fo fu
ga ge gi go gu
ha he hi ho hu
ja je ji jo ju
ka ke ki ko ku
la le li lo lu
ma me mi mo mu
na ne ni no nu
OLD, OUTDATED fumi infoOLD, OUTDATED fumi info1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Fumi dragons are a closed species, sorry!
Common name(s): Fumi, fumi dragon, fume doge
Binomial Name: D. Fumigantus
Planet of Origin: Eremus
Diet: Opportunistic omnivores, their diet usually consists of berries/fruits, fish, and smaller creatures.
Visual general anatomy guide
-Click here for size chart.
-Quadrupedal, four digits on each padded foot with short, non-retractable claws. See pawpad pattern variations here.
-Body is covered in hairless skin that is very tough and stretchy, but also smooth and velvety to the touch.
-Very fat, the body is equipped to store vast amounts of energy, especially within the limbs, belly, and tail.
-They are NOT warm blooded and the blood is colorless, they do have a second circulatory system which transports a fluid which is involved with producing the fumi
Keep your secrets, wolfgirl.I have been suffocatingKeep your secrets, wolfgirl.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the stars of my past
like horny gentlemen
do with innocent looking
wolfgirls at 3am- their bite
fearless as thieves.
My lilac lungs are breathing in
dust and the tears of Saturn’s
while the rest of me -
well, shes warm off wine
and poems left
i and youwho is it thati and you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you dream of?
is it me
with the knife in your back;
do you see me
the woman with
a wolf jaw
cut slack in a growl?
do i pounce you?
do you defeat me
with the knife
i gave you?
and i wonder the sound
of me when you
finally put your demon
she is a venus
(her body cut from
the ivory tusk with hips
like that of a valley,
breasts shaped as
two moons caught in
and i am the trap
she slips into.
i cut her head
into a loop land wear
her round my neck
Bonding Through Training: KirbyxMeta Knight FanficAuthor's Note: This is fic doesn't take place in a set universe, not the game's or the anime's because it has elements from both universes and at the end of the day, it's just fandom. xDBonding Through Training: KirbyxMeta Knight Fanfic4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I want Kirby to resemble his game universe self in this fic instead of his anime self although there's no official age for Kirby in the games, so just think of Kirby as however old you want him to be, same with Meta. All characters are also their game versions of themselves, no human forms for Kirby or Meta Knight. Puffball forms! Not sure if Meta's puffy.. I'm getting off topic!
THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION!!!! Please give constructive criticism instead of just saying it sucks, I want to know how I can make my next ones better!
Author's Note End.
"Hiyah!" Kirby in his Sword Form cried out as he leaped forward attempting to slash Meta Knight with his sword. Meta Knight simply tilted his body at just the right angle to avoid the blade of Kirby's sword precisely. Meta Knig
For MMD new users - Short guideHi there! This is Arkenidae, the girl who had some problems with the user alyallie some time ago. This guide is dedicated to all the new users in the MMD community in order to avoid you guys to make mistakes like editing models without permission and putting up not good pose packs.For MMD new users - Short guide3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I'm making this, also, because nobody made one before (as long that I know). The lack of info generates drama by random experienced users making mean comments on illegal edits of Nanami models, for example. Sometimes, the new user has no idea of what is wrong. This makes people go away from the community, thinking that we're trolls, bullies or bad people.
This guide constains some love for you, new user of this awesome software. You must know that I only bite if someone provokes me.
By the way, my english isn't that perfect because I'm not a native speaker and I never get more english classes than what my school/college offered. (We had lots of classes just speaking of the verb 'to be' without working on lea
dear: all women who may read thisthere will come a day wheredear: all women who may read this1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
our daughters will be able to
look in their daughters’ eyes
and say, “you do not have to fear
those men on the street,
your fathers, you brothers,
your friends and husbands
you will grow up and know
you can dress in whatever you may like,
use your mouth however you may like,
speak with your own, unfiltered voice,
love whatever and whoever you like,
find yourself in art, in science, in athletics,
and you can dance with your arms
around another’s neck, in the rain with
your cute little rain boots, in white shirts,
with lights flashing around you and a beautiful someone
at your hip,
and you will know love more than
you will ever know, and you will touch
more than you will ever know,
and you will know yourself more than
you will ever know, and you will learn
more than you will ever know,
and you will learn to love this body you’ve used
so much, and love your mouth that has spoken
so many things, and love you, yourself,
and your c
Sundiveri.Sundiver2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was six a phoenix
tried to drown me.
Underwater I grabbed for fire.
Like Icarus, I was reaching
towards the sun.
I hope he still has
bald spots. I hope he still
cradles searing scars.
He was death,
I was the bird.
My uncle knows plastic-
wrapped soaps as well
as he knows fine wines.
If he drinks enough,
he thinks it’s love-
carved names rubbing
the silver drain smooth. Diver: 28 days
sweating, ship black against
sea. Like it had been peeled
from amber tongues.
On my fifteenth birthday, the boy
with stars on his fists and Saturn’s
rings in his eyes told me I was pretty.
It was the first time
anyone had said so. I learned
how to hold my breath,
how to apply foundation,
how to cry
without bleeding tar
down my cheeks,
and how to wear my bones
He says he does it for the money.
He says you have to come up slowly
or else something inside of you will explode.
I didn’t understand what he meant
until I realized my throat was still
somewhere in hi
ChanceShe let him get lostChance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the soft blue noise
that crowded behind her eyes
and the promises
that bloomed like orange lilies
on a day
gone mad with heat.
She knew the danger
of her skin
where his thumbs
caught under her collar
and she felt the future
swell her ribcage
rustling the calm
and pushing the sky
beyond her limits.
But she didn't care,
she just wanted to taste
what he could offer
in the crush of his arms
where his muscles ran clean
and snapped her lazy dreams
stretching desire out
under the shade
of his lean dark.
Small GodsI brought down the gods for you -Small Gods4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left city streets in shame
and maimed the victors with thorns,
just to make you believe
in angels again.
Truth was never my home,
but I sought your history
in every face that fell
from too much grace and favor
or gazed upon the living
like so much cattle.
And I could feel you
time's sharp little acrobat
but nothing can grow in earth
this meek and soiled;
and my hands are bloodied
by the cries
of those you left starving.
PerfectHe wasn't anythingPerfect6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wanted in a man -
she found his mouth confusing
and the pierce of his gaze
and made her skin feel small.
He asked too many questions
with the brandish of his hips
and his tongue broke promise
with the stories mother told
about good girls and heaven.
She did not like the way
his eyes counted the buttons
on her shirt like angels
or the rude words
that raked against her dreams
and made perfect sense
or how the way he said her name
under his breath
made that place between her hips
go rough like August....
How to Write a NovelOr at least how I plan to write my novels. Right now I'm tweaking a novel for release (aka Fine Drafting it). No matter how essential this step is, fine drafting a book doesn't feel like real writing, so I thought I would flex my writing muscles by trying to recapture what it took to bring this book into existence. What burbled up from the morass seemed about as wiry as Jeffy's run through gangland in the Family Circus cartoon that never made it to print (ask your parents kids). So. I decided to iron the process out and streamline the steps into what you might call "Ikea Instructions for Writing a Novel" a short simple guide to the mechanical side of bringing a book together.How to Write a Novel6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
One word of warning though, some of this is untested advice. It is a combination of the way I did it as well as the way I now see that I should have done it. Whether or not it actually works I won't know until after I write the next book. So take what you read here with a grain of salt.
Hetalia Randomness 4!Switzerland: OH MY GOD I HAVE PRINGLESHetalia Randomness 4!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Iceland: *on knees* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Switzerland: *drinks pringles* WHY DO I SEE FLYING LIECHTENSTEINS
Liechtenstein: *in the corner scared*
England: *takes off shirt* LET'S GO TO NARNIA CHILDREN
Sealand: o-o BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO TO NARNIA
England: e-e we. are. going. to. narnia.
Sealand: NO STOP KIDNAPPING ME
England: IT'S NOT KIDNAPPING IT'S SURPRISE ADOPTION GET YOUR FACTS
Sealand: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..........o3o LOOK AT THAT FAT MAN!!!
*points to cuba*
Cuba: e-e WHAT?!
Sealand: England? I think I found Hawaiian Santa!!!!!
England: ^-^ okay! e-e I'LL JUST GO TO NARNIA BY MYSELF THEN!!!!! *climbs into cabinet*
Sealand: *stands on cuba* HE SHAKES LIKE A BOWL FULL OF JELLY!!!! *jumps on cuba*
Cuba: I AM NOT A TRAMPOLINE
Sealand: *bounces off of him and flies to the moon*
Sweden: I WANNA BE A PIE
Finland: I WANNA FIGHT THE TITANS
Finland: o-o ahem, nothing
Norway: *in butler suit* I am simply one
RIDEnvelope within this thinning air;RID2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Allow breathing in ease.
Dont keep the atmosphere heavy
They are heaving,
Tip toeing on the ground ridden with desease where footsteps are misplaced.
Transfuse with the surrounding light and mirror or even Take up Translucency.
Dont let being block anything beyond it.
They are squinting,
Many eyes burning.
Create illusions of the eye
Let voice ring within white noise
The static will cleanse all impurities
Their ears still bleeding
muscles fitfully twitching.
RegretWhen the darknessRegret6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is no longer enough for you,
you will know it is time.
will you come find me then
and let me lay my hands
upon the ground
and search for my warmth
and the words we both knew
were bound to slip away
because they felt too late.
I never spoke your language
although we have the same walk
and the color of your eyes
was my childhood.
I could not dream like you
or see how your hands
made things innocent
because I slipped
through a world darkly
when you were not looking
and you did not call me home.
You were my distance
and small words became safer
but you never knew
how I ached
to take three steps forward
every time you went backward
and how the world
crushed too silent
when you looked over your shoulder
and found me gone...