Art TipsI am writing this for a friend and for anyone else who may find it useful. The following treatise is by no means law or the only way to do things. It's only what I know or believe so far and it's probably not applicable to most styles except those similar to my own. Take from it what you will.Art Tips5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1.) Gesture drawings: Yeah, I know, it's one of the most annoying criticisms you'll get "you need to do more gesture drawings!" Stifle your reflex to kick them into a volcano and do it. Your art will be better for it. Try to set aside at least 15 minutes a day for gesture drawing.
2.) Draw from life: If you've been drawing or painting for any significant amount of time, you've probably heard this one too. Second verse, same as the first. Do it, your art will be better for it. Observational skills are KEY to representational art and the more you hone them, the more skilled you will become. Try to imprint on things you see around you; think of life as like a big How To catalog.
3.) Variation: Varia
Mary-Sue: Part 4In a FightMary-Sue: Part 44 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
From a petty cat fight with slaps and hair pulling, to an action-packed superhero vs. super villain brawl, action scenes can start anywhere; however writing them effectively is harder than planning on who wins. It isn’t just about writing down who hit who, and if you don’t describe how a character handles the situation, you can accidentally make him or her seem stronger or even weaker than they should be. If the character seems too powerful without explanation, your audience will point the finger and label it a Mary-Sue, and you don’t want that (unless you’re purposefully writing a parody). Action scenes, whether it’s important to the overall plot or not, are an effective tool to establish your characters’ strengths and weaknesses—weakness being just as essential to highlight, if not more so, than strengths, but first, you have to know how to write a fight scene in order to know where to insert thes
The DilemmaTake the bloody to the castle, lock them up all nice-and-tight.The Dilemma3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock bellows twelve on the moonlight gaze, we shake the windows and run with fright.
Down the stairs and around the torches, through the mirrors and behind the books.
Towards the bell tower in the eastern wing, we sneak in the night like lifeless crooks.
We race to our mother, up high in the chamber, she waits for us to consume her mind.
To free her of the price of seduction, to leave her soul and past behind.
Alas, tis not us who can do such a thing; we shall ask the God of Death.
We pray he will answer and return to our dilemma, to put out the flame with a single breath.
Magnetism: A Proto-creed fic: Ch4 - CommunicationMagnetism: A Proto-creed fic: Ch4 - Communication4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4 - Communication
Altair shifted a little in his seat as he worked through the project with Alex, the other didn't have much to say during the whole study session, but Altair didn't mind it all that much he was used to the quiet, being back in the Auditore home full of hustle and bustle was going to take some getting used to all over again, he hummed a little absently not aware he was even doing it as he wrote down some notes from one of the libraries study books they were working from and sketched out the eagle of the drawing in the book.
Alex turned to tell Altair to quiet with the humming it was sort of irritating but he paused when he noticed how content the other looked, which still unnerved the hell out of him Altair was this human shaped enigma that continued to confuse him, he noticed the other was drawing and raised an eyebrow; well that explained why he was in the art class Altiar was pretty talented at it, he had a ha
100Q to Develop a Character100 Questions to Develop a Detailed Character100Q to Develop a Character6 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Ever have trouble deciding what side of an argument your character will take? Do you have trouble remembering small details about your character, and often change them accidentally in the middle of a story? Try this list of one hundred questions to solidify your knowledge of your character. Feel free to use this and post it as its own deviation. Just please link it to me in a comment if you do. Try to answer the questions in as much specific detail as possible. This is for you, so there is no use in cheating on it. I would suggest doing two for each character: one for the beginning of your story, and one for the end, to reflect the changes that happen.
1. What is your character's name? Do they have a nickname?
2. Is your character male or female? What is their sexuality? What role does it play in your story?
3. How old is your character? Does their age matter to them emotionally or socially?
4. How tall is your character? Does it affect the
apples, dammitThe Big Secret to Learning How to Draw:apples, dammit7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
In the Beginning... You see an apple, and you draw an apple. You look at your drawing, and it's utter crap. It looks nothing like the real thing, and you wonder why. "Hey, a real apple is red and round. My drawing is red and round. Huh. What's wrong?"
You draw some more apples. Many times.
And finally, one day, you have a Eureka! moment. You realize, *d'oh!* a real apple isn't entirely round! It's wider at the top, narrower underneath. It's got funky little lumps at the bottom. It's got a dip like a crazy deep belly button at the very top. You draw another apple. The result is better, but it's still crap. Much nicer crap than before, but still.... Hmm.
You draw more apples. Repeat.
Another day of drawing, another Eureka! moment. Hello! The red isn't really red. This particular apple is slightly darker than true red. And it's got some tiny tan spots on it. And at the top, the red turns into a pale green color near the stem. You draw an apple once
How to start doin commissionsHow to start doin commissions9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv
The CartDown the empty roads and greyish fields, travels a cart of wares, unwanted and dead.The Cart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With its darkened body and rusted wheels, it screeches for love, never blinded nor fed.
Jars fill its sides, trapping children and chimeras; they remain motionless in the hands of stealth.
Alas, not a hand from afar dares to touch them, never poor and filthy, never spotless with wealth.
A Curious Island Chap.1 A View From BelowA Curious Island Chap.1 A View From Below4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A girl surfaced from the cool,secretive waters that had been colored darkly by the night.The light of the full moon gave vision to her deep-set purple eyes and shone off her colorful...tail.For she was no human girl but a Mermaid. She looked ahead to the island,knowing to avoid it and wondering what sort of lunatics were inhabiting it now,when something caught her eye. Curiously she swam up closer to the floating lights ahead.
A mass of glowing beings floated in the sea,carrying a figure towards her.It had wild,tangled hair,was flithy,bruised and cut with swelling,scrawny,covered with sand,and didn't seem Human at first glance. Originally,the boy appeared to be dead,however his chest rose and fell and he was muttering something about a "beast". As she touched his wrist panicked thoughts flooded out of his head into hers.
"Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could kill!"
The girl's stomach twisted itself like a snake at the sight of the disembodied,d
NightmareWake up...Wake up...Nightmare4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
look in the mirror...
Remember what you saw last night?...
It makes sense...you just don't know it...
Till the Nightmare begins again...when it does...
I don't want to go back....
I don't want to fall asleep to another Nightmare,
Wanting to forget in the morning
When i look up at the mirror...
I don't want another unwanted dream,
But you know you can't fight it...
Don't worry... Everything's alright...
Till you fall asleep to another Nightmare...
Artist Alley 101Artist Alley 1014 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
ARTIST ALLEY 101
Hi there deviantart guinea pigs! 8D I'm preparing an outline for a panel at A-kon! I have vast experience attending conventions and displaying my work. What I've written here are my total thoughts on how to do your first artist alley. It has not been made into an outline yet. What I'm needing is feedback, questions, and conversations about this information so I can decide what I might add or take away from this discussion before creating a final outline and hand out! Please help me! I'd really appreciate any comments you feel ready to leave! I am not really a comfortable public speaker, I only feel capable once I have prepared material extensively for the occasion.
Why to do an artist alley:
AA can turn a nice profit for a lot of people, but more often than not, First Con Ever is a learning experience more than a bountiful retail extravaganza. But before you shy away from losing money, consider that you'll probably pay more for a single college class and
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 7•3rd POV•Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the morning she wakes up to the scent of frying meat and cheese potatoes. Her face and abdomen ached, and she decided to get ready before she went down to eat. She wanders around until she finds a bathroom, a few doors down.
'Argh. Why does my stomach hurt so bad? Was it the pasta? Nah, I practically ravish their food supply whenever I come over. What's wrong? Ugh, I hope I'm sick today.' _______ wonders to herself.
She sits down and she almost screamed.
'What the hell, did I shit myself?!' She mentally screamed waddling around the bathroom with her underwear pooling at her knees. 'What is that?!'
'My god...' Reality hits her.
'I just started my very first strawberry week...in a house full of men. On a school day. And I'm not sick, or good at acting. Joy...' She takes a breath and starts unwrapping the bandages before washing her face.
After a while, and for some odd reason, she found a few of what she 'needed' in the medicine cabin
Day 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)Char: Dorian & NoahDay 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Summ: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Warning: Sexual Humor
30 Days of Noah
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He’d been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. Dorian had turned to follow the Qunari’s gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who sat by the fire, staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn’t heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
“Bull?” Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. “Is he looking at Blackwall like that?”
“I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…”
Sweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)Chars: Dorian & Val’AishlymSweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)6 months ago in Humor More Like This
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: This is why we usually just skip this scene - it never really works out how people think it does.
Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym
Sweet & Sour
Dorian was giddy. If you asked him why he looked so giddy, he would probably just tell you it was gas – then again, he probably wouldn’t even tell you that or anything at all. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘My, you imply I glow? I didn’t know you paid much mind to me – but then again, who could ever ignore such devilish looks like the ones I own?’ to which the person speaking to him either wanted to throw something at him, throw him, or vomit….or all of the above.
Anyhow, he was currently prepping for his date with the inquisi
RhythmsRhythmsRhythms3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are Everywhere
The Rhythm of Love
The Rhythm of Hate
The Rhythm of Life
The Rhythm of Death
They all have a Beggining
They all have an End
They can be Altered
Or left Alone
It's how one plays to the Beat
Simply AloneI am so tired of these cloudsSimply Alone3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hovering over me as if I wouldn't be found
Shading over me with their paint of grey and blue
Its really sad to say but...its not time to go home soon
I am so tired but what can I do?
When all I ever think is to just live my life new,
How am I suppose to do that?
How am I suppose to do that?
When all I can feel in my bones
Is that dullness of feeling simply alone.
The Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 1(r/s)- Rock songThe Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 11 month ago in Romance More Like This
(f/n) random friend name
I stood in front of the door, I took a deep breath and open the door. The room looked like a normal recording studio you would see. There was a long control panel with a bunch of button for a lot of thing. Then there was a door to the left of it. You could see into it because of the glass that i think was one way not sure if it is. Because of the glass you would see that the small closet like room was sound proof and had a microphone in it. On the other side of the room was a large couch it was likely made out of real leather but not sure. And on top of that I was the only one here.
“Maybe I got the wrong room or maybe they’re not here yet.” I went and sat on the couch to wait for a few minutes to see if I got the right room and they’re late. The the open and a tall man with red hair walked in.
”Hey you must be (y/n) it’s nice to meet yo
Dunno, you tell me what this is.I don't like being alone,Dunno, you tell me what this is.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I am constantly alone.
I want to converse with others,
But there is never anyone there,
So I talk to myself.
Why is it so quiet?
Why is it so cold?
Why don't I have something to hug?
I hate winter,
But during the summer I say I like winter,
During the winter you just use more blankets.
I miss high school,
I miss being around people,
I miss people I disliked.
But I can't decide on what to eat,
Food is more appealing when shared with others.
This will now take a turn,
All I eaten today was a PB&J.
My mind just melted into my stomach,
I ate my own thoughts,
Distant Thunder. Canon FireI walked so softly out that grand bronze pipeDistant Thunder. Canon Fire1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
so the flowing waters but kissed the tips
between my trembling toes, then fluttered on
to burst through to the gentle, glowing light.
There, at pipe's bitter end, I saw it drop
a hundred thousand metres onto reddish soil.
A cold wind braced me. She fed my lungs.
still I was unprepared for what I was to see.
High up in the mountains, my pipe of bronze
thrusted out as a bony horn upon the cliff
carved around its mammoth jaw, the face:
a devil's toad spewing forth upon the land.
There I stood listening to gilded plains
whisper, rustle feathers softly to my ear...
...and distant thundering canon fire.
The UnderTakers (Pt 2)Morgan moved onto her stomach in her sleep, her head turned to its side and half her face pressed to the pillow. She moaned, her body sore. Her eyes slowly opened. Beside her, Luca laid unconscious. His chest rose and fell as he breathed slowly. Still half asleep, Morgan smiled. She closed her eyes again for a moment. Recollection of yesterday rammed into her head and she jumped up, startled! She looked around the room. It was a small sized room with stained renaissance wallpaper and old windows with spider weds in the corners. It only had a bed and a dresser, both stained wood. The bed was cotton white and the thin confider was pushed to the end of the bed. It was sunny outside. Morgan jumped up and ran to the window. It was a one story building in the forest, a dirt road continued on past the trees. Where the hell where they? Had they really been... Morgan held her hand to her mouth, remembering being suffocated. She looked around the room, her satchel was gone. She lookThe UnderTakers (Pt 2)1 month ago in Horror More Like This
The HoleAs I lay within the hole I now call my life I stare at the stars as the cold dirt scratches at my back. The sky is as beautiful as always because it provides me a sign of freedom, a luxury I cannot afford. I enjoy the glimmer of the night sky as much as the radiance of morning sun. Basically, when you are trapped in a hole with nothing but earth around you the sky becomes an extraordinary image. I dream beneath the moon and I shower under the warmth of the sun.The Hole1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Enough with the positive because the stars force me to enter the past. I do not understand how I got stuck within a hole. It can be because of my lack of decisions, my fear of bravery or the enemies I made. For some strange reason all I remember is waking up in a hole on a dark stormy night. The rain attacks my skin, my body shivers and my wet cloths prevent any chance of warmth. I do not call out for help because I am afraid. I hold my body in a ball as my hands rattle and tears poor from my eyes.
The first day within the hole