Probably the worst tutorial ever, but hey, its my first tutorial ever, so cut me some slack please.
All done in Paint Tool Sai, obsly
This is how I color skin, if anyone wants to know, or, if anyone just wants to know the basic shade. Its really simple, and you'll get the hang of if once you practice for a bit. I did it, and hey, I'm 12. 4 months till 13, whoo!
Mail me if you have any questions, and I will gladly answer them as soon as I possibly can.
Comments are adored, and so are the people that faved and ran...it still means a lot to myself.
Listen To Your Memories 2
Life feeds on the death of others.
So listen, and listen well. Listen well to the memories of those around you. One day, they will die, and you will die too. Listen, listen to those memories. Can you hear what your sister is feeling, can you hear your mother's secrets? Can you hear your brother's curses, can you hear your father's laughs?
Listen to those memories, and keep them safe. Collect as much as you can. Clog your ears with the sound of the minds and hearts of all those around you, if you want to live on. Thrive, thrive on those memories.
Steal the laughter and the joy, swallow the tears and the sadness--make everything yours. Why? Because you want to live, and life feeds on the death of others.
What are humans but a bundle of nerves, encased in a calcium shield, propelled by suits of muscle, tendons and ligaments? They are nothing but a feeble, biological existence. What does it mean to be human? To be human is to have a ghost that exists within this bundle of nerves, that is w
Add To My Memories 2
I want to live.
Even if it means I have to feed on the memories of others. Life only means something if there are those who remember you, even if they don’t realise that you’re there all along.
I don’t care what I have to do, because all I want is to live forever. So how many lives must I feed on? Will you add to my memories? Come here, and I’ll listen to them, and keep them safe forever.
So even if you disappear, you’ll still be here, in me, because I’ve listened to your memories. Even if it means I am going to make you a part of me, you’ll be alive, see? And I’ll be alive longer too, because of you. Isn’t it wonderful?
I want to live, and life feeds on the death of others.
If I am a memory, then let me become more, give me yours too. Is it selfish? What isn’t selfish in a world such as this, or any world, really? Will you let me help you? You want to live too, right? So let me listen to your memories, and add to my own. Let