Guide to Equine Manipulation 2Guide to Equine Manipulation 23 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Notes This is the sequel to the first Guide to Equine Manipulation. It contains new sections, more advice and redone tutorial links. As previously, you can find links to tutorials in the artist's comment.
I. Step One - Cutting
I have found the best tool to use for cutting the pen tool (or paths if you're in Gimp). It is superior to the eraser in that you don't have to worry about clear lines and jagged cuts. It takes a bit of getting used to at the start, but after that you can go faster than when you use the eraser.
II. Step Two - Smudging?
Smudging is a fad in photo manipulations. It is intended to get rid of grains. It is not meant to make your horse blurry and plastic looking! An over smudged horse is an almost a sure sign of an amateur photo manipulation artiest. You don't want people to think you're an amateur! So don't over smudge. The horse should never be blurrier than the background (unless you are purposely using something else as the focus). When you do smudge, there
Petals and Ash IIIPetals and Ash III1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"If distance is what makes the heart grow stronger, then I must be a million miles away..."
Suddenly, I'm startled awake!
A gasp escapes my dry, chapped lips while my hollow ears echo with the trembling cries of the shadow stalking Hell Hounds, howling for the blood they have been dying to quench their thirsts with. I quickly examine the area around me to find that everything I had thought was real had only been the works of my imagination the cruel and heartless bastard that it truly is. For Persephone had not at all been nursing my wounds, but suffering her own while I had drifted to sleep as she continued to lay cold and lifeless against the equally frigid ice below her soft, gossamer skin.
Fool! I chastise myself harshly.
I instantly wished for my worthless arms to respond to my actions of wanting to envelope the maiden in them. I wanted to be the one who brought life to an innocent creature, but my arms would not allow it. I begged my legs to bend and support m
I Thought of YouI Thought of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been thinking of you,
And the way you make me feel.
I'm getting scared now
Cause these feelings feel so real,
I've always felt it,
But it's never been this strong
I cannot fall now
I've got to hold on.
When my eyes are on you
It's so hard to look away.
When its time too leave you
I so badly want to stay.
I want to tell you
What's running through my head
But for now I'll just keep it to myself instead,
Cause I want nothing to jeopardize
The friendship that we created over the years,
And I don't want to be left
Heartbroken and in tears.
I want you to know how I feel,
And that I mean it, sometimes
I just want to scream it, its real.
These words have been bottled up inside
They explain the feelings I hide
And the failed times I've tried.
I don't know how much longer I will keep this in,
Thinking of ways,
Don't know where to begin.
Don't know what to do,
I'll just leave it be, wait and see,
It will happen if it's meant to be.
I have your friendship,
But I really want
What Made You Walk Away?What Made You Walk Away?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch you walk away
And the tears start to fall
What was it that made our love stray?
How did we lose it all?
Everything we had
All we could've been
I hate always feeling so sad...
Whenever i think of back when
Everything seemed so perfect
Everything was fine
But before i knew it
You were no longer mine...
You used to put a smile on my face
But now that smile has begun to fade
All those memories of us together i just can not erase
Nor the pain this has made
I constantly have my head down
Never wanting to look around
Cause i know if i do there'll be no way out
Nothing to keep me from falling to the ground
Inspired by Past feelings 2 Yrs Ago..
Sabel's HistorySabel's History2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
On a warm day in the middle of summer, a tiny little foal was born to the alphas of a small herd. The foal was creamy colored, with the white mane and tail of a palomino. As she grew, it was clear she would be small all her life, and this concerned her father, a sooty dun stallion with powerful eyes. He worried she would not live long, that she would be a sickly little filly and no stallions would ever want to mate with her. As the lead stallion's daughter, it was her duty to live up to his expectations, and he would not accept failure. Sabel's mother, a cremello mare whom the herd viewed as an ethereal angel, was a tender and caring mare. She nurtured her little foal and showered her with love, telling her mate that their daughter would not fail them.
Months passed, and Sabel grew, but not as quickly as the other foals born around the same time as she. Her friends rough-housed and raced over hilltops while she stumbled slowly along behind them, trying desperately to keep up with the o
E'vesdarE'vesdar2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
E'vesdar was born to find his parents killed before he ever got the chance to know them. The only thing he remembers about that day are the deep, emerald green eyes of his mother gazing stonily at him with the cold, lifeless stare that only the dead possess, scaring him to death at the time. The sight sent a chill down his spine, and he ran in response. He galloped as mightily and as far as his pounding, small hooves would take him. Finally, cold and tired, he broke down in the middle of a field and lost conscious. He never saw his parents again. The next morning he woke up with the strength of a stallion, a stallion who had witnessed things most others could never understand. He was old before his time, but with a stronger resolve because of it.
The kingdom took him in and provided care for him, feeding him and making sure he had a place to sleep. Little did E'vesdar know he would have to repay it all two fold when he matured into a full grown stallion. Upon turning three, he was wake
Bal u Krola KrukowBal u Krola Krukow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bal u króla kruków"
Czyli o niebie, piekle i ułudzie miłości"
Dnia pewnego szczególnego
Zdarzyło się coś niezwykłego
Gdzieś głęboko pośród lasu
Z dala od świateł i miasta hałasu
Do olbrzymiego starego zamczyska
Przybyły z całego kraju ptaszyska
To Król Kruków sprosił swych gości
Na wielki bal ku swej radości
Wszyscy w środku przybrali ludzką postać
Tej nocy muszą z piórkami się rozstać
Na złotym tronie siedzi pan tego domu
Wina i jadła nie poskąpi dziś nikomu
Włosy ma smoliste, nieco potargane
Jak gdyby północnym wiatrem smagane
Usta wygięte w uśmiechu grymasie
I dziękuje wszystkim za przybycie o czasie
Północ już nadchodzi, północ się zbliża
Niechaj zatem się zacznie zabawa chyża
I tak się wszyscy wspólni
Vestain's HistoryVestain's History2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Vestain's beginning was a rocky one, riddled with loss and cold-heartedness, loss and pain. His father was a very possessive and demanding stallion; Faquir was the name he answered to. The stallion maintained an icy gaze over his herd, vigilant but silent in his watch. He was not the best at showing affection due to his belief that emotions were a weakness that could be exploited by one's enemies. He was a hard stallion, but he meant well deep down inside. His standoff nature was very difficult for Vestain's mother to tolerate, though. She was Egrette, a blood bay mare with a shapely body, beautiful to all who gazed upon her, and soft-spoken. Her gentle heart made her extremely sensitive and vulnerable, though, and that became her undoing. She longed for love and affection from Faquir, but she never received all that she needed to feel cherished and loved. She was a lonely and sad mare, who had believed having a foal of her own would solve all of her problems and insecurities. She hadn
Time turning...If days were sad,Time turning...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could turn back time.
If days were happy,
I still wish I could turn back time.
So do I wish to turn time,
And if... it were possible,
to turn back time,
I wouldn't be the person,
I am today...
I am...Pain. My pain gave me something to write on;I am...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it was my muse, my escape, my release.
But I no longer hurt. The pain is gone.
Now, along with the pain, writing should cease.
Lost. Lost is my talent, my art, my tears.
I gave up my skill to return my soul.
My heart surges with joy, but my hand smears
the page with words comparable to coarse coal.
New. I must rediscover myself, tap
into my new source of inspiration.
I've been reborn. My life has gone from crap
to bliss. Now?... Miss my writing's perspiration...
T'will take time; I'll find my rhyme and produce
works of awe. How? That I'll have to deduce...
Smile.Smiling-A simple gesture to grace one's scowling heart.But I sometimes wonder if this act of awarding (it is some sort of award isn't it considering how nice and happy it makes us feel) is authentic or fabricated, does it interprets what is truly felt in one's heart? The pride, bliss and love?.Smile.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the contrary, I personally smile for far different reasons.
-An expression of sympathy when words are unjustifiable for the depth of loss. A method of expressing hesitation to answer certain questions such as ,"Have you finished the reports on the previous field work?" or heart wilting ones similar to "Ben! Did you fail your driver's test again?" Oh, it's true, it's true, I am not a man fit for such hazardous activity! I am humbly satisfied not owning a convertible, I enjoy simple moments such as early morning train rides, or wandering lost in a town name not known of.
Reminiscing memories.It's the little things which makes you smile you know,those which goes unnoti
Where are regrets kept?Perhaps in the hollowWhere are regrets kept?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's where your chin
rested all summer long
and that's where the tears
fell in September.
Never Give Up on FriendsNever Give Up on Friends2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've recently been going through some issues with Health, Family, Friends.... all of the stress has caused me to have thoughts about becoming a loner, with no friends to talk to, or people to care about. But my friends have shown me the path to happiness. Most things in life come and go, But Friendship is forever. This is to remind me and people of the world to never forget that.
1998-2012 (c) Dawson10157
Erik's ThoughtsMy demented mind,Erik's Thoughts1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my deformed face..
What have I to offer?
I can't win this race.
The other, he's handsome,
charming and fine.
Me? I'm a joke.
A sad spot of slime.
She is a goddess,
Delicate as lace.
Oh, how she enchants
My soul with her grace!
Her voice is so pure,
Her beauty so fine.
What must I do
To call her heart mine?
She'd never love me.
What am I to her?
Just a shadow in the night.
Just a mysterious 'sir.'
She'll surely choose him,
a man with such charm.
She must choose him.
I'll only cause harm.
But at the last moment,
That I feel I should flee,
I am shocked at her voice,
for her song has chosen me
Time Heals Nothing..in MeTime Heals Nothing..in Me2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Time Heals Nothing
Your sprit passes threw me like a cold breeze on a warm day,
no physical being left to see,
but I know you are with me.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
I've gone to all the places you would be,
still I cant except your not with me.
your grave is so lonely,
like two staring eyes in the night.
TIME HEALS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!.....in me
Deep Space Dragon SpecificsDeep Space Dragon Specifics3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Deep space dragon specs.
Deep Space Dragons are, anatomically, a mix of Eastern and European style dragons.
Their bodies are longer than most European dragons due to their Eastern influences, however, they are generally muscular dragons. Based on individual Dragon body type, though, their muscularity can change.
Each Dragon has four legs, and each foot has three toes; the front feet with an opposable thumb, making them more versatile and hand-like. Each toe has a non-retractable claw.
Every Deep Space Dragon (at least) two horns on their head and two ears. The ears are never shorter than the horns (though that length will vary) however they can be longer.
The hair on a Deep Space Dragon's head/neck/back/tail is generally short, but this is another attribute of the species that varies between individuals. It does, however, grow along the length of the creature from the forehead to the tip of the tail, generally ending in a tuft of sort, similarly to what i
More than BelievingFaith is more than believing,More than Believing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like trusting your dearest friend to always be there,
To some it may be the hardest thing to do,
But it's one the most rewarding things.
Have faith in Christ,
even when it rains,
even when it's sunny,
even when life is crashing down,
even when life couldn't get any better.
When it feels like no one understands,
Like no one listens,
Like no one cares,
Like no one's there
He's the one, who truly understands,
He will listen,
He does care,
He is always there.
Mistake after mistake,
it seems like I cannot win.
Hurtful words caused by anger,
like I can't do anything right.
He will give another chance.
Have faith and hold on,
He will guide you home.
I do not just believe,
I have faith.
The dark angel: Part oneHis hands enclosed on my everbeating heart,The dark angel: Part one1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My bitter sweet tears began to start.
He whispered he would love me forever,
His voice was so cold I had to shiver.
Black as midnight were his souless eyes,
And his wings were starting to rise.
"Come with me," he averred,
I hung onto his every word.
"But You'll die," I cried,
"Anything is worth it to be with you," He sighed.
"Go away, and survive," I muttered,
But with the mere thought of him gone I shuttered.
"They're coming," he said,
Soon I was filled with dread.
"Go!" I screamed,
Oh his eyes, they gleamed.
"Never," He whispered,
and the ground below us opened and unzippered.
"Join me," He asked with a grin,
I knew that if I did it would be an unforgivable sin.
There was a pounding and I realized it was my heart,
Sweat poored down my back, all common sense was being torn apart.
Then time seemed to stop,
I realized I had said yes, and we started to drop.
His lips entraced mine,
Our souls seemed to bind.
Not the young or th
Random Ginga FunAkame: *Burns the Iga House*Random Ginga Fun4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kurojaki: AKAME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Kurojaki: *Leaps into the burning house* MUST HAVE POOORN.
(Some time later in GDW)
Tesshin: You're telling me that my father killed himself over porn?
Akame: It was...Very good porn...
Kaibutsu: What? What are you staring at?
Akakabuto: Have I seen you before?
Akakabuto: Oh, you're in that porn mag I left in Gajou yesterday!
Orion: Hey mummy come look at this!
Koyuki: Dear lord! *Faints*
Kurojaki: Nice hair, dude.
Random Koga: Thanks, you too.
Kurojaki: Say, what's your secret?
Random Koga: L'oreal, 'cause I'm worth it.
Random human: Red bull gives you wiiings!
Red Bull: No I don't?
Random human: ...