Guide to Equine Manipulation 2Guide to Equine Manipulation 24 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
What happened?I am from a century I wish to escapeWhat happened?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Justin Bieber, One Direction, and YOLO swag
Where if you are intelligent, you’re strange
But cool if your pants sag
Can anyone explain that to me?
I am from boy bands, but I listen to rock
Sparkly pink, neon skinny jeans
How do I stand out in all black?
Everyone else looks the same to me
This generation is way out of whack
I am from lol, rofl, and omg
Srsly wht if we rlly talkd like this?
Where has English gone?
Surely this is not the same thing
Shakespeare must be rolling in his grave
I am from the 21st century
Where intelligence is neglected
Boy bands are worshiped
And there is no music on MTV
And how can we fix it?
12 Days of CataclysmOn the first day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me12 Days of Cataclysm3 years ago in Humor More Like This
a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the second day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
two Worgen forms and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the third day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
four Night elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
five epic loots! four Night Elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
six Schnotzi troopers, five epic loots!, four Night Elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
seven battlegrounds, six Schnotzi troopers, five epic loots!, four Night Elf moh
December Nights.My lips are raw and blueDecember Nights.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling the pain
Of when I first kissed you.
Things I Learned From 1992's Bram Stoker's DraculaThings I Learned From 1992's Bram Stoker's Dracula2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sometimes, we learn things from movies; how to comfort others when they're sad, how to fight off the bad guys, or how to woo the ladies (or guys, I don't judge). But sometimes, movies present important lessons that one has to question on a regular basis whether the lessons these movies teach are good messages. So, in an effort to point out these lessons, as well as to make people crack up, here are the lessons I learned from attaching Francis Ford Coppola's 1992 film adaptation of the classic novel, "Bram Stoker's Dracula."
Be Warned, spoilers ahead if you haven't seen the movie or read the book.
-If you're going to battle in the Crusades, wear a fashionable costume that looks like it doesn't really block attacks.
-If you get an arrow into your bedroom that says your fiance is dead, instantly believe it instead of doing the reasonable thing and just sending a messenger to confirm.
-Make sure when you commit suicide by jumping into the river, you keep your suicide note dry.
Scarborough FairScarborough Fair3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He twirls her around the moon and stars, constellations gathered near to see the beauty of their
dance. With one hand he grasps her tightly, not allowing her to drift so far away, and in his fingers her
heart, feeling the fragile thing beat with joy. Loving her peaceful glides, he kept guiding her rather
clumsily. It was like the sparrow attempting to teach a swan how to swim. The swan swam perfectly, but
here he was, tripping over every glistening feather that came his sight. But she didn't mind. She just kept
laughing, as though despair had no place in the world, much less embarrassment.
They've rehearsed this many times before, the couple, with a confidence that shown so dimly tonight,
a more humorous tone emerging from them. Suddenly, they took notice of all their mistakes, noting what
would happen if the errors were shown. though their love bloomed with every full moon, they could never
hide the flaws, yet the skies hadn't ca
Drunk Ramblings...Have I ever told you about my brush with the Giant Gorilla People of Kenya? Nine feet tall! Chests as wide as bureau cases. That's what bureaus are shipped in, you know.Drunk Ramblings...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We were walking through the jungle. And came upon a vast clearing. 60 feet across. Fearing the dangers of the dark jungle, I decided to lead the team into the clearing to make our camp. We reached the center and began to pitch our tents. Mind you it was pitch black, but for our lanterns. Dead of night with barely a sliver of moon.
Never truly relaxed, I still felt a certain degree of reassurance. I felt this place would be safe. It wasn't until we got the fire going that I felt something watching us. I kept stealing glances into the murky darkness of the jungle that surrounded us. Under our chatter and the clatter of pots, I could hear a dark murmuring. As the meal came to a close, I put my back to the fire. When my colleagues asked why, I bluffed them. I told them my back was cold and I wished to warm it be
GermanyxReader: Puppy LoveIn the middle of the night, you woke to the sound of aggravated barking, each yip and growl piercing the silence. The neighbourhood strays were fighting again, probably over a scrap bone or something. Beside you, Ludwig stirred, groaning quietly before letting out a string of curses in his native tongue.GermanyxReader: Puppy Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Vhat is zat?" he grumbled, turning towards you. In the dark, you couldn't see his face, but you could bet his sleepy expression was cute.
"Ah, you don't know." This was the first time he'd spent the night at your place. "Our neighbourhood has some stray dogs, and they're always messing around with each other."
The barking quieted, and then suddenly started up again.
Ludwig gritted his teeth, burying his face into his pillow. "God, I hate zose stupid mutts."
"Hey," you said, gently. "It's not their fault. They have to survive somehow."
He snorted in response, narrowing his sky-blue eyes that looked black in the shadows. "I von't be able to fall asleep again. Unless " He moved clos
Pregnant Reader/AmericaPregnant Reader/America2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"THE HERO IS HERE!" (y/n) almost dropped the plate of pizza she had taken out of the microwave at the loud sound of her husband's loud voice. A blur of brown ran through the doorway of the kitchen and towards her. Eyes widening in panic, (y/n) quickly placed the plate on the counter, then braced herself for the tight embrace that was about to come. Alfred picked up his clearly pregnant wife and spun her in a circle, his arms tightening around her in his joy.
(y/n) let out a laugh at the enthusiastic blond, the happiness just radiated off of him and she couldn't help but be swept up by him. "Welcome home!" She said, once he stopped spinning her. His arms were wrapped around her waist, his 'hero' smile stretched across his lips.
"How are my two favorite girls doing." He asked, giving (y/n) a kiss, before falling to his knee's and kissing her belly.
"What makes you think it's a girl?" (y/n) asked.
"Because I'm the hero." He replied, his blue eyes shining with mirth. "It would only make th
now i see the stars.there was a time when inow i see the stars.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
Creepy Pasta Story: ProlougeShe stood under the cover of trees, leaves throwing shadows over her face with the moonlight illuminating their outlines. Her long plain brown hair swayed in the wind, swirling around her face and blocking her view out of her dark brown, almost black, eyes. Her tan skin blended with the moonlit dirt as she strode forward. Her long legs took large but slow steps, dead leaves with her hair color crunching under her feet. A hand went up to her face and pushed up her large black glasses to the bridge of her nose. The girl heard shouting in the distance, calling her name. She swiftly turned away from the voices and began to walk faster, with more purpose. What do they care? Why do they care? They left me. They deserve to die. She thought, anger coming over her, the sharp figure of her face filling with furiousness. They deserve to perish. They deserve to be killed one by one and alone, with not a person to hear their screams. Every last one of them. And... and maybe I shouldCreepy Pasta Story: Prolouge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just a Little... “Kelly,” Grey commanded attention, his voice sharp. He backed the bulky young man against the wall, “shut up for a second.”Just a Little...6 months ago in Romance More Like This
It worked; or rather, Kelly forgot what he had been saying in the first place. He had to blink several times for his best friend’s face to come into focus. The tops of Grey’s cheeks were stained pink and he swayed ever-so-slightly. Kelly’s nose had already become blind to the smell of liquor that evening, but Grey’s close proximity wafted a more concentrated scent his way.
And Grey was close. So close that Kelly kept going cross-eyed to keep eye contact. The pounding bass of the stereo and the indistinct murmur of voices from the other room served to remind Kelly that they were standing in a dark hallway, mere feet away
Friendship is Surreal Part 1Friendship is Surreal Chapter 1: Your Princess is in another Bastion, Part 1Friendship is Surreal Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Octavia groaned as she lifted her head off her pillow. It was the night after the Gala, and Octavia had been playing her double bass all night, virtually without break. Virtually. There had been several interruptions of her performance; however, she could not remember what exactly happened yet. She could not remember why she could not remember, until she winced in pain as her head throbbed. It all started coming back to her.
The Gala had begun like it always had; posh ponies from all over Equestria flocked to socialise. Though, not all of them were quite as posh. As that night was drawing to a close, a pink earth pony had walked in and subsequently began to dance around like a lunatic, and jump onto stage where Octavia played. She did her best to continue playing as this annoying pony continued her misdemeanours throughout the crowd.
By now she could tell that this Gala was not going to
Counting Awaytwenty one.. twenty twoCounting Away1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
twenty three... twenty four
I count ceiling tiles
As they lead toward the door,
As I lay
Listening to silence of my tears,
The gentle loving whisper of the water
As they try to release my fears,
one ... two ... three ... four
I count the drops as they fall
Letting the numbers give me
A few more moments to stall,
But the tears offer no relief
And I only dread the moments left to me
I count the seconds as if trying to see,
How long before I finally break...
But I was already broken
Long before I came here
Long before I decided to do this...
I count the beats of my hearts
As I submerge my soul
Whilst trying not to fall apart,
twenty-five... twenty-six... twenty seven
I count the seconds
As time steals my air
And reprieve beckons.
I try to think of one last regret
Something to help pull me free
Of this grave of my own choice
Even just something to count
Something to give me hope
What is Therianthropy?The saying goes that if you ask eleven Therians what this thing called Therianthropy is, that youll get twelve different definitions. This long and somewhat daunting word stems from the Greek word therion, translating to beast, and the word for a human or a man, anthropos. So then, by the sheer translation, someone could indeed infer that were a community of beast-people wandering the streets in plain sight of humanity as some deformed mix of animal and human ravaging on human flesh in the night. While the beast-human, part is true in a sensethe thing about us wandering the streets, eating people and whatnot, is distinctly false. There is a fine line between a Therian (or were, a term most use to describe themselves instead of typing out some long winded word) and someone with Clinical Lycanthropy, which is the belief that youre a real-life werewolf with fur and such.What is Therianthropy?6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Therianthropy is, to me at the very least, a constant state of self-awa
Other Wybie's Story - 1-An Other Story Other Wybie's Story - 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Chapter 1
I knew I had to stop her,
I had to save her,
Even if I would be gone in the end.
Whats Going On?
Youre being created, my little Wybie doll.
Why? Whos Wybie?
Youre Wybie, silly, youre here for Coraline.
Im Wybie? For Coraline? Whos Coraline?
My new daughter, almost. You see, right now shes in a nasty world where no one is nice to her. Everyone ignores her, and the Wybie there is very annoying and doesnt listen to her.
Why doesnt he listen?
Because hes imperfect, youre perfect. You will always listen and smile for her, and never talk back. Ill make sure of that
Wait What?! Wai---!
Other Wybie looked around at the area around him. He couldn
Summer LoveWhen I was eight I hated summerSummer Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was juice-box sticky
and every day I scraped myself
off my sheets
and poured my body into a glass.
I don't remember peeling my legs
off a wooden chair come June,
but how our hands were damp with nerves
when we held them,
how the AC on the bus was too much
so my scarf became your blanket and
we ate curry with my parents
before I fell asleep on your shoulder.
Or when you told me not to swim too far out
and the ocean was too cold,
how you got sunburned and I bit my tongue
so hard holding back
"I told you so"
that I swear I bled,
your eyes reflecting the fish at the aquarium,
how you teased me
when I couldn't stay awake through any movie.
You bring comfort to the heat.
I have forgotten other summers.
Bunny Panic - Germany x Reader "LUDWIIIIIG!!!!!!!!!" Your hysterical, slightly muffled shriek made said man scramble to get down from the stepladder he had been standing on while changing a light bulb. He ended up getting a foot caught between the steps, and he faceplanted the ground with a crash. Ludwig kicked his foot free from the ladder and quickly got up before sprinting outside where your voice had came from, "____?! What is it? What's wrong??" He found you sitting against a tree, bawling your eyes out. He crouched beside you and hugged you to his chest, holding you protectively. You pointed a shaky finger towards the source of your displeasure and Ludwig's ice-blue eyes followed your point. There, across the yard, Aster, Berlitz, and Blackie were ripping apart the body of a freshly killed, once fluffy bunny rabbit.Bunny Panic - Germany x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ludwig raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched in amusement as he held back laughter. He kissed your hair while you continued crying into his chest, "That's it...? It's
The WandererI met the Wanderer once, in my travels. She was on foot, and I on a horse; her pack looked heavy, her sword sharp, her eyes shallow, and so very gold. Her tongue traipsed over words like a dancer, and her lips, when she smiled, were like the bend in a river: fluid and lithe, but gone in an instant as I passed on the current.The Wanderer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Would she sup with me? She would, and she and her melodious tones sat with me to share what I had, which was sufficient. We talked; I told her of my home and my wives, and the honey that I carried to the winery. I told her of the valley I lived in, and how green it was, how blue the mountains could be, how the river cut through it like the most excited of knives. I told stories of my children, and how they played. She described golden pools and mountains that breathed like they were alive, and cities that shimmered like pearls, and beautiful races graced with wings, long dead, but alive in legend. She made me wish to see the world, but told me to stay with my delig
WiccaWe are Wicca,Wicca7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are not evil.
We are hunted and burned by the church,
Because we are different,
Not in appearance,
But in our beliefs.
Our ways are different,
Our minds are too,
And because we dont follow one god blindly,
We are burnt alive,
Burnt for something we didnt do.
They called us heretics,
Witches and whores.
Burnt at the stake for no faith in their lord.
They call us evil when they burn us alive.
They drown our children to see if they were right,
If our children sink,
Then they were good,
But if they were to rise,
To death is where they go.
The church is our enemy,
From no fault of our own.
They hate our gods and goddesses,
Because our gods are not their own.
StorytellerStorytellerStoryteller1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tell me a story.
A fable of wisdom
or a tale of glory.
Sing me a song
of dreams and
Stories of kingdoms rising
and worlds going under.
Draw me a picture
with colours so bright
and spin me a fairytale
to dream of tonight.
You Gave Me A StarLast night you gave me a starYou Gave Me A Star1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A resplendent little light
You made it a surprise
Hiding it behind your thumb all night
So I wouldn't notice
The new twinkle
In our night's sky
"Without further ado"
You whispered to me
As you showed me
Our own little island
In a sea of darkness and wonder.
"Make a wish"
you smiled bashfully
"Its your star after all"
And I wished
I wished a million times
On that tiny light
That one day
I might be able to give you
All the stars in our sky.
Bad Touch TrioxReader Who said Fainting was Bad?Bad Touch TrioxReader Who said Fainting was Bad?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Holy- How on earth did I get 150 watchers?! O_o Honnestly, I can't thank you guys enough! T^T I am sooo honored to have watchers like you guys. Now, I don't care if you followed me from the start, or just started, I love each and every one of you. If I could, I would hug you~ ...but there's the whole thing of a screen in the way... Yeah....
So yes, this is 150 watchers fanfiction. Seriously thank you guys! :'D
UNTO THE SHOW!
You sigh, leaning against your chair. You had been feeling odd from the moment you woke up; you were a lot more tired than you usually were, and your brain felt really foggy. Massaging your head, you look at the ceiling, wondering what's wrong with you.
Someone taps on yo