Do you like Panic! at the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Pierce the Veil or Fall Out Boy?
You’ll probably like this.
If you’re a fan of My Chemical Romance’s Black Parade era, you’ll definitely like this song.
We’re Shapes & Colors and we wanna be your new favorite band.
Hummm. I guess I want to tell you (or any beginner) that you shouldn’t be afraid or ashamed to imitate someone else’s style. (I say imitate, not trace!) It’s a great way for you to practice variety, branch out, and learn what ways you like drawing the most. If you see someone’s work that you like, try something out in that person’s style.
At art college, we imitate the masters, but there’s nothing wrong with imitating your peers. And eventually, your own style will come out of the attempts.
Made for the Lion King T-shirt contest at threadless.com
Please go here and give it a score if you’d like. c:
A quick test for colors on senior film main characters. Crit if you feel inclined.
Reblogging from other blog because I really wouldn’t mind crit.
Yesssss, just very busy, I’ll be back I swear. <3
I hope you dont mind if I,
- wrap my legs around yours
- lay my head above your heart
- run my hands through your hair
- play footsie with you
- put my hand on your tummy
- play with yours hands
- give you fishy kisses
- talk about my day
- sing you a song
- fall asleep in your arms
- sacrifice you to satan
Thank you Marisa, it looks great. Poor Renier, always getting picked on. ;D
Had a lot of fun on this one. Check out that comic. :)
HERE IT IS, ALL IN ONE GO. PLEASE CLICK LINK TO VISIT DEVIANTART.
reblogging again cause fuck this made me cry for days.
THIS IS NOT OK. THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF OK.
Let me tell you why I love this comic. In the first few pages, I like to think that the Indigo Blood and Blue Blood we see are The Grand Highblood and Executor Darkleer, before either rose to the status we see them occupy when they appear in the comic. And I love the idea that they were lord and retainer before the GHB ascended to power, because to me, it explains why the GHB let Darkleer live after he betrayed the orders of his superiors and refused to kill The Disciple. But that’s my villain fixation talking. I just like the idea that there was a connection of some kind between them. For example, picture this interpretation:
(Using their Pre-Scratch names here to make it easier)
Horuss had always admired Kurloz from afar as a child. The highb100d was beautiful in his brutality, abso100tely certain of his place at the top of the hemospectrum. When Kurloz wanted something, he took it. When he had wanted a 100utenant, he had taken Horuss, and the b100 b100d had abandoned hive and home to follow him without hesitation. It was an honor to be his weapon and his shield, to crush those unworthy of his lord’s contempt, and to take the blows of those unworthy to scar the Highb100d’s flesh.
For Horuss knew in his heart that Kurloz would be the Grand Highb100d one day, as sure as he knew that the Alternian sky was black, or that his place would be at Kurloz’s side. He would be his weapon in the coup that was to come, and when at last brutal victory was wrenched from the dying grasp of the former ringmaster of the Dark Carnival, Horuss would be Kurloz’s E%ecutor, continuing his duties until the end of his life. It was to be a fitting life. A correct life. And when the time had come to e%terminate the one called the Signless, he had done so without a second thought. But when she was called to face his arrow, for the first time in his life, he hesitated. Something STRONGER than him stayed his arm, pulled at his heart, and told him, “No.”
When he had been called before the magnificent presence of the Grand Highb100d to plead his case, he had not said a word. There was nothing to be said. He had failed, and deserved death. He still did not understand what it was that he had seen in Kurloz’s face that day when his lord had not granted him that. Lesser minds might have thought it mercy, but Horuss knew better. It was abso100te punishment, denying him the honorable death he deserved. And if the vulgar whisperers were correct, and there were other, redder motives to the High Subjugglator sparing his life, Horuss would never have believed them. And if the Grand Highb100d had left the court for a long time shortly afterward, declaring that, “AIN’T NOTHING WORTH SMILING AT ANY MORE,” what was he to think of that? He was nothing any more, just a cleft shield, a ruined weapon. A broken bow.
Reblogging my own comic because ^that^ was pretty fun to read.