Basic Assignments-mangaBasic Assignments-manga7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Manga characters are made of basic geometric shapes, the more you know how to put those together in your mind, the better you will be able to draw them.
A good practice to drawing better manga characters is with still life.
1. Draw an egg with all angle, under a single light source.
The egg shape represent the basic shape of the face, once you get the egg shape down and you are able to imagine it in your mind in all angle, you are one step closer being able to do manga face in all angles.
2. Then draw a cone or triangle like shape in all different angles. If you can't find those, get a mug, with handle, and draw it in all different angles, study that shape.
That will be your hint for the manga nose shape changes in all angles.
3. To draw a body in all angles.... find a box, and draw it all different direction. Then move on to drawing boxes in different proportion. Long ones (like the shoe boxes) or square ones, and flatter ones.
4. Study a single T-shirt without anything on it,
Battlefleet Cadia. Pt 1Battlefleet Cadia. Pt 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Give me a sec, Andrew."
That was me, Battlefleet Cadia Solar Admiral Augustus Pike. Its one hell of a title, and a mouthful to say. Usually I tell the crew of the ship I'm using as a flagship to call me 'Admiral', or 'Pike'. I usually dispense with formalities as well, I wouldn't be able to stand having people standing and saluting every time I stepped into a room.
"Now, what was that, Captain Andrew?"
"We will be arriving back into the Cadian system within seventeen hours, reports the Navigator."
"Good to hear, Andrew bring up the comm, I'll notify the rest of the fleet of our arrival."
Sir I hated that. Everything that came with that word, I loved, except the word itself. I remember when I was a Captain of a glorious battleship. Those were the good 'ol days, the power of the ship's guns at your command Now, it's just a faint memory.
Here comes Andrew again
Baby, Don't Cry"WehwehwehWEHWEH…" Sunstreaker glanced up from the video game he was playing, faceplate twisted in an expression of anger and disgust.Baby, Don't Cry8 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What the frag is that horrible racket?"
"WEHWEHWEH!" The racket was getting louder and more insistent. Bluestreak and Hound glanced at each other.
"I don't know," Bluestreak said and got up from the couch. "I've never heard anything like it. Kind of mechanical but it reminds me of something organic too."
He headed for the door to the lounge but it slid open before he could reach it. "WAAAAAAHHHHH!"
The audiosplitting noise blasted into the room and Bluestreak winced, covering his audiosensor.
"Gah!" Sunstreaker shouted. "Whatever it is, get it out of here."
Hound leaned forward on the couch, trying to see what was happening. Standing in the doorway was Spike, and it seemed he was the source of the noise or rather the object he was holding in
Introduccion .::. Primera parteExisten mundos más allá del nuestro, galaxias y universos enteros son creados y destruidos por millones que tienden al infinito, cada segundo. Cada uno de ellos tiene sus reglas de física, de orden. Algunos son similares entre sí, muchos otros difieren completamente. Hay mundos de todas dimensiones, de una, dos, quince, infinitas. Tal vez en todos haya vida, o quizá en solo unos cuantos, o puede ser que seamos los únicos afortunados. Lo cierto es que la cantidad de existencia de ellos resulta abrumadora y la probabilidad de que todo esto sea verdad, es lo suficientemente alta para ser demostrada matemáticamente y convertirse en ley física.Introduccion .::. Primera parte2 years ago in Settings More Like This
No hay que perder de vista que un mundo puede comprender un conjunto infinitesimal menos dos de universos, o que un mundo es un universo, que cada planeta es un mundo y que en un pedazo de materia existen más de uno.
Un mundo, llanamente, es lo conocido. Cabe resaltar que por conocido no se debe discriminar aquello que no es
Femme FataleTempting lipsFemme Fatale9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And daring eyes
Soft long body
and a coaxing hand with long, sharp nails
Eyes coated with lust
hiding the ferocity
Making her so easy to trust
A voice like velvet
Rolling off a purring tongue
And sliding out luscious lips
[Loaded like guns]
Eyes pulling you into a spell
Telling you to come closer
But never reveling their true hell
Thoughts whispered into your mind
Blurring your instincts
And leaving your logic far behind
[They say you love her]
A tender touch
And teeth's teasing graze
Taking from you, so much
And leading you farther into her haze
A sweet rush
Of blood and
A trickle down your front
From the blade placed carefully into your heart
Twisting in sweet loss
Caressing fingers brush your cheek
While the others are clasped tightly around your soul
Darkness replaces the blood flooding from you
The blood that had just been pounding for her touch
She loved you too
But she fooled you
The SeductionI saw her standing there,The Seduction9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stepping lightly on the pavement
smoldering beneath her.
All soft curves and smoking movements,
making the air steam with envy
that only for a moment
would it exist within her veins,
in her arteries, giving her life.
It envied her blood this wasted privilege.
Her stilettos trembled with excitement,
her perfect heels arcing gracefully inside them,
flawless toes resting silent,
nestled in tingling black leather.
A thin gold chain heated to burning,
wrapped around ankles curving daintily,
smoking by the touch of her pristine skin.
Calves were hugged by stockings in ecstasy,
winding round her smooth cream flesh,
climbing up toward faultless knees,
bending at just the right angle
to entice beyond return.
They climbed ever higher toward butter cream thighs,
wrapped lusciously in a trembling black skirt,
showing just enough to tease
the unfulfilled eye,
and drive the minds of yearning men wild.
A red silk shirt falls longingly,
down blazing shoulders,
draped over mou
Sins of Empire ShipsWhen referring to ships, capital ships are always referred to as a 'she' while support ships are referred to as 'he'. This distinction is made in reference to ancient honor codes which dictated that it was a man's duty to protect any woman in need. The honor codes may no longer apply, but the tradition still stands among warship crews.Sins of Empire Ships4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WEAPONSweapon systems are divided into tiers. All ships carry three tiers of weapon systems comprised of primary, secondary, and tertiary arrays/banks/batteries. Capital ships also tend to carry one or more main guns/cannons/batteries. Strike craft mount small scale versions of these weapons. The most common being low caliber mass drivers and small lasers, light plasma and particle cannons are also carried by some designs. All strike craft can carry missiles rockets and bombs though payload is limited in non-bomber types.
ION CANNONthese are the biggest guns in the fleet. They require a massive amount of energy to fire and the cooling systems
World of Steam Ch 13Chapter 13World of Steam Ch 137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sparks flew from Nichol's torch, illuminating the impassive face of the Decepticon leader. Megatron watched the human do the minute repairs to his body from a distance, flanked by Ravage.
How damaged is Starscream? Report.
Ravage didn't move a servo. He laid like a statue carved from stone at Megatron's left. He should be fine. The danger of stasis lock was not too far off, but Nichols will be able to fix him after he completes the repairs on your body. Starscream has changed, I'm not sure he's trustworthy any longer.
I have never trusted him, said Megatron flatly. Still, we will need every available Decepticon to build a ship off this planet. The energy output the earth is high, but I have a distaste for the natives.
We are in agreement there, mighty Megatron. I believe there is a way to get the humans to work for us, they are quite industrious and could build large portions o
Creando un nuevo PersonajeEl siguiente artículo fue escrito basado en mi propia experiencia.Creando un nuevo Personaje5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No digo que sea la verdad absoluta o que deben seguir todos mis pasos porque si no sus personajes no sirven. NO!.
Simplemente comparto con ustedes lo que aprendí cuando fui RPC y estuve inmersa en ese mundo.
CREANDO UN NUEVO PERSONAJE:
Un nuevo personaje es algo más complejo que solo dibujar una monita o monito X y darle camisa y falda/pantalón para que no esté desnudo/a. Hay muchos más detalles que cuidar detrás de la apariencia.
Este artículo será un poco largo, y constará de varias "secciones", además de que estará enfocado a los famosos RPC's que tan de moda estuvieron en su tiempo, principalmente del fandom de Naruto, pero tengan en cuenta que los consejos aqui presentados pueden ser aplicados en cualquier otro fandom diferente.
Antes de continuar, aclaremos diferencias para evitar futuras confusiones:
RPC: Es el acrónimo de "Role Play Character", es decir, un personaje que se utiliza para lo que no
SirenIm standing on these sleeping shoresSiren6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Deafened by an angels lore
A voice calling in the breeze
From the ocean, the temptress released
A gothic enchantress no one knew
Here beneath this misty blue
Her voice it rings, alluring me
Into the depths of this mystic sea
Come to me, thy blessed kin
Oer pristine waves, I lie august
Come to me, dost seek within
Thy gentle sea to thee doth calleth
Giving in to her enthralling aria
Expressing to me hysterical dementia
But yet with a calming tone
Drawing me into the unknown
Come to me, thy blessed kin
Oer pristine waves, I lie august
Come to me, dost seek within
Thy gentle sea to thee doth calleth
Im sinking into these dreary depths without regrets
Show thy self to me
Come to me
Lady Love's SilhouetteLady Love was such a fine bride,Lady Love's Silhouette7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A maiden which brings me such pride,
Griming with her dark aura in light
Of the wonders of love despite
The never-ending rambles about death,
A journey through my Lady Loves silhouette,
As blood drips down her robust fishnet
Which brings me nothing but remorse,
As I stared down beneath her corpse,
Resting. Floating in a serene dream,
Where I kissed her for what may seem
To be my final time...
Of showing her true loves affection,
As I lie in this awkward deception,
The morbidity of her lying corpse
Resting in this lifes course
Towards a brand new direction,
Where my Lady Loves silhouette
Will be buried, burning her velvet
Robe as her grave begets
The end of the road
As I reminisce the eerie shed of sweat,
Beneath my Lady Loves silhouette.
Shadow or Grey Jedi PoemThe Shadow Jedi ( Or the Grey Jedi Poem)Shadow or Grey Jedi Poem9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Neither dark nor light, but both all the same.
Neither hero nor villain, but both all the same.
Neither balanced nor chaotic, but both all the same.
Neither alive nor dead, but both all the same.
He or she can hate and love,
He or she walks the thin path between the sides.
Hated by the Sith, scorned but the Jedi,
May not even be accepted by ones like them.
They don't have the heart to do dark things,
They don't have the will to do light things,
They are nothing but shadows,
They are invisible to the universe.
There is no code for them,
There is no faith,
There are no laws,
There are no explainations.
No one dares to speak of them.
Pen and SwordPen and SwordPen and Sword9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was always interesting to look at the reports at the end of the day.
Optimus picked up a strip of metal that Ratchet had written his requisition list on. The triangular glyphs of the dialect Ratchet used were crabbed and close together, requiring a fair bit of concentration to decipher. Wheeljack's annotations scribbled around his latest design were almost as bad. One would think that with the extremely refined hand control that both mechs required, it would mean that their handwriting would be at least legible.
The Prime doubted however, that Prowl even knew how to scribble. His handwritten notes and reports were always neatly printed, even if it was just a couple of words in the margin. By comparison, Jazz's script was so fluid it could only be described as cursive. Hound's style was almost a dialect on it's own, a mish-mash of Cybertronian glyphs and English grammar with some phonics from both languages thrown in for good meas
28 Trailbreakers Part 2Dancing28 Trailbreakers Part 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The ground exploded at his feet. Dirt, rocks, and plants went flying as did the black SUV the shot was aimed at. Trailbreaker hit the ground hard and rolled quickly out of the line of fire,
nearly squishing Bluestreak who was curled up in a ball, protecting a damaged and leaking arm.
"Blue? Mech, that looks painful," he said, getting to his knees and examining the gunner.
Another explosion and more dirt and rocks rained down on them. Trailbreaker threw himself over Bluestreak until things calmed down again. He looked around and said, "I think you're out of this battle. C'mon, we need cover."
Bluestreak looked up and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I can't move my arm and that makes it really hard to shoot and well, that means I can't help much."
"Okay, kid," Trailbreaker said. Taking Bluestreak's good arm, the SUV crawled towards a large, shady bush that was big enough to give them some cover.
Transformers: Small ProblemsSmall ProblemsTransformers: Small Problems7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Day One: Ambush Awry
By: Ghost of the Dawn aka Ty-Chou
Prime, I think this is what weve been waiting for, Prowl called from his place in front of Teletran Ones satellite system. Ive got a large group of Decepticons mobilizing.
Optimus Prime was instantly at the side of his second in command, looking intently on the screen. It was indeed what they had been waiting for. For the past several months, Deceptions had been raiding and stealing technical parts from research labs all over the globe. All of it cutting edge and high tech. What they were attempting to make, none of the Autobots could guess. Even Wheeljack was stumped. Without an idea of what they were trying to do, it was hard to predict where they would hit next. Since the Autobots couldnt monitor the entire globe and all its technical facilities at once, there was only one thing to do. And that was to wait until the Decepticons had finished their project and attempte
Femme FataleYou look at her and you think skin.Femme Fatale7 years ago in General More Like This
Smooth porcelain skin that fills your vision, streams up from ankle to thigh, winks out behind a ruffled grey skirt, then captures you again with a flash of hip. Delicate white hands cupping a smoothie draw your eyes up her arms, across her slender throat and to her face.
Then maybe youre thinking wow.
Looking at her walk past, you see the way her hips sway subtly with each step, her arm swings loosely as she walks past.
If you were so lucky to catch her eye, one of those wide, steel blue eyes, framed with thin brown lashes, she might take a sip and smile at you over her mango passion blend.
Pausing, she would tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, never taking her eyes off yours. She might smile again, looking down or to the side, a hint of a blush might even grace her cheeks.
If you were truly lucky, she would then turn away, continuing her path, leaving you feeling conflicted, and slightly emasculated for the brief contact.
EvolutionEvolution3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a silent process of changing
we realise from the result.
It Can't Be The Target.
The Grey Jedi Code IIThe Grey Jedi CodeThe Grey Jedi Code II7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
There is no good,
There is no evil,
There is only balance,
I gain focus,
I gain discipline,
Discipline provides control,
I gain knowledge,
Knowledge is the key to Understanding,
the meaning of lifethe meaning of life3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
what is the meaning of life?
This is a brief written work so that you can get to the point quickly.
imagine yourself in a bubble and in that bubble is your existance, now imagine that bubble could pop any moment now, think of all of history of artist, musicians, poets, writers, sculptors and leaders..... GONE just like that, no trace, no memory and not even history itself because time ONLY exists within the boundary of that bubble, your life meant nothing, you might even have been an imagination or a computer programme, a test even, this bubble could have been created by something far more powerfull that can harnest the universe, such external force and that external force could tell us why we were created within that bubble, so that leads to a answered question in that bubble.
But the problem still remains, why does the external force outside the universe exist? sure you would probably find another second external force outside that external force i just mentioned, this problem would
TypicalIt was a typical morning for a typical April day on the edge of the Oregon desert.Typical7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Or it might have been if not for the bright green fireball that lazily arched into the powder blue dome of the sky and silently burst into a thousand lime flamelets that rained down on the testing zone out the back of the volcano.
Said testing zone was more colloquially known as Wheeljacks Playpen.
Said inventor was obviously testing something, the nature of which, Skyfire mused as he banked and came around for a big, lazy turn, was a complete mystery. He circled the Playpen and cast his sensors down to the grey blotch that was Wheeljack. Miraculously the engineer hadnt even singed himself this time. Evidently, whatever it was had gone off without a hitch.
Skyfire sighed and arced away from the base. Primus forgive him but there were times he just could not stand his fellow scientists. Wheeljack was always far too eager to get into the actual testing stage
Anybody Can Write a Novel - OutlineAnybody Can Write A Novel - OutlineAnybody Can Write a Novel - Outline5 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A Step-by-step Guide for Anyone to Learn How to Write a Novel
This is an Outline of all my current articles, and a look at what is to come. I will try to update it, at least once every two weeks. Also note that just because something is absent from the Outline does not mean I don't plan to write it. This is a compilation of only chapters that have already been written.
(You'll notice that I have neglected some points and chapters within this Outline. This this is simply a result of realizing that there is so much to learn, when it comes to writing. Don't worry, I'll be sure to come back and fill in the gaps. Also, if this list inspires any requested topics that you would like me to address, please feel free to suggest them in the comments section.)
Chapter 1– Beginning to Write
Untitled 1Untitled 15 years ago in Drama More Like This
**PLEASE READ ARTIST'S COMMENTS FIRST***
Koah awakens from a restless sleep to see "V" crouching at the foot of his bed. The bed is large, Queen or King sized, and set downstage right. The lighting is dim, to give the effect of nighttime darkness, but light enough to see the facial features of the actors. Nothing else is onstage, not even other pieces of set to further implicate his being in a bedroom. It is minimalist, to say the least. He's startled, but somewhat unphased. He was expecting her.
V: [silence] --