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
suicidal.it’s like she’s toeing the edge of a cliff andsuicidal.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she’s smiling and she’s deadly
and you’re standing too far back to save her
and it’s just too late because she’s about
if you want a list of reasons not to commit suicide,
here it is.
1. you have two dogs that will miss you.
they were wagging their tails and smiling
last night when they took you to the hospital
and i couldn’t find the words to tell them
that they should be quiet.
2. you have a car that you cried when you got
and you roll the windows down and blast music
whenever you pick me up from school
and i’m sorry i never sang along, but this is just to say
that you have things that still make you feel alive.
3. you have a sister that is nice about fifteen percent of the time
and loves you the rest of it. trust me, she does.
she does not remember the last time she hugged you
but she wrote about you when her teacher asked her
who her hero was.
4. mom should
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?
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.
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
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
now i see the stars.there was a time when inow i see the stars.6 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
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
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
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: Prolouge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Wa! Wa!! World Ondo - English LyricsWa! Wa!! World OndoWa! Wa!! World Ondo - English Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Axis: Wa! Wa! Wa!
Italy: Sore, sore, sole!
Allies: Wa! Wa! Wa!
Russia: Sovi, soviet!
China: Aiyah! Aiyah!
Italy: Sore, sore!
Italy: A handshake and a kiss, buon giorno
Japan: And from Japan a konnichiwa
Germany: Now align your ranks! Guten tag!
Italy: Now, now, everyone, sing with Italy!
All: Wa! Wa! Wa! World~! Wa! Wa! Wa! World~!
Italy: Everyone, form a circle
Germany: Form a flower
All: Let's all dance to this World Ondo~!
Italy: Oh, sole!
France: The English, their only counter is sarcasm.
England: Like how Paris isn't full of frogs!
America: Houston, we'll have a problem once they stop fighting!
Russia: VODKA! Why don't we—
China: Ganbei! Have a drink?
All: Wa! Wa! Wa! World~! Wa! Wa! Wa! World~!
America: Everyone, form a ci
Elle and Mias Chapter 14Elle awoke before dawn, unable to sleep. She walked to the river and washed her face, cleaning off the residual tears from her night of depression—her moment of weakness.Elle and Mias Chapter 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Enough. She was done with this doubting, with crying, with feeling any of this pain. She had given everything she had to give. There were no more feelings she could feel.
There was very little movement in the camp. A few early risers like her prepared for the camp’s busy activities. The early risers moved methodically, following their routine.
It was time.
This was never supposed to be permanent. This is a temporary situation, a time for preparation.
A light glowed from a tent and she ventured towards it. No more doubts. No more waiting. No more hesitation.
It was time.
Mias found that he was unable to actually sleep with Iedra. It wasn’t that she did not possess beauty or that he found himsel
Master of puppets(French version below)Master of puppets8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He has his dolls wrapped around his finger
Willing to besmirch their honor, soil their souls
Do degrading things, human things.
Just to survive in this fouled world
Survive one more day
And struggle against the fear of being still alive.
But these poor little creatures of silk have little choice
The master is pulling all the strings.
Master, your dolls aren't mere puppets:
Behind their frozen appearance, drugs as an only friend
Nobody to release them from this putrid hold.
Only used to entertain your guests
They know they're dirty, they feel dirty. They know
The experience of violence, ashamed to exist.
Missing a heart like a real marionette,
The master knew how to handle his puppets as no one
And make them enticing to the eye of his audience,
Closing on them his grip of terror.
On a beautiful sunny morning, the master,
Strutting in front of his collection, noticed with pleasure that
His brothel never had such succ
Sobek And Hathor"HOW DARE HE do this to me!" Hathor shouted furiously, her beautiful face, as usual, contorted with anger.Sobek And Hathor7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Khnum shrugged at his potter's wheel. "It's his command. No one may disobey."
Hathor whirled about to face the sculptor god. "God Ra told you to make me a husband without even asking me? He very well knows I'm never going to marry! I vowed so myself. I'll never be the slave of any man!"
"It's his command," Khnum replied lamely, not knowing what else to say. Hathor's temper tantrums, frankly, frightened him. Trying a different approach to calm her down, he added, "You wouldn't be a slave. Your sister Sakhmet is married, and she's hardly a slave, is she?"
"Any woman who's married is," Hathor shot back. Khnum flinched away. "I'm the one who should know. I have them fall in love and they marry. But why they want to is a mystery to
Friendship is Surreal Part 1Friendship is Surreal Chapter 1: Your Princess is in another Bastion, Part 1Friendship is Surreal Part 13 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
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
Help Needed Sebastian X ReaderHelp Needed Sebastian X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were sitting on the small front porch of your home when an urgent letter arrived for you. It was from the Phantomhive estate. Quickly ripping into it, you noticed the letter was from Sebastian. The letter read as follows:
I am dreadfully sorry for the lack of notice, however I am in dire need of your assistance today. The young master has planned for a rather large get together for the investors of his company without my knowledge. I am one hell of a butler, but this is simply too much to do on my own. I do hope you will be able to help me today, I trust no one more fully with this task.
“Well that was certainty nice of Ciel to do.” You sighed and placed the letter in your dress pocket. “Better go.” You stood from your chair and quickly made your way to
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...4 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