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just-here-4-comics · 3 months
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warriors au where fire is a bit older when he joins, or maybe theres a bigger timespan. etc. eitherway, what im sayin is. squilf and leafp are born around the time cloud is born, they grow up together etc.
and as a way to get back at fire, tiger kitnaps squilf and takes her to his allies in twolegplace.
what im sayin is bloodclan squilf raised by scourge. hell yea
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oburninglight · 2 months
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im going to start posting my au ideas here, so that i can look back and draw them
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chasmbreach · 6 months
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look at that guy smile
i hope nothing bad ever happens to him
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scribblemakes · 3 months
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Too shy to say off anon but you’re one of my biggest art inspirations at the moment. Thank you for showing your art to the world hard as that is! Would you do tutorials any time soon on how you place your doodle pages? It all seems so well thought out!
Thank you, that’s really sweet! I’m glad you’re enjoying my art!
I’ve been taking a break from art at the moment (excluding commissions) to focus on learning coding and developing my website (along with making tools for other artists to make their own websites), so I don’t think there will be any visual art tutorials any time soon. Though honestly, how I place things on a sketch page is pretty simple:
I draw the big sketches on the page that I’m most interested in / want more focus on
I draw little doodles, and random ideas that come up while drawing step one, in the gaps between the big sketches
That’s it! I personally am a big fan of sketch pages where they overlap and can look like an accidental sequence, I think the best example I ever did was for some ancient OCs back in the 2010’s:
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You know how Constance says she can recognise a peregrine falcon because she was attacked by one as a small child? Well, in the interest of furthering Constance and S. Q. cousin dynamics, what if it wasn't actually?
I can imagine a tiny Constance meeting a pigeon that is half as big as she is, and, being a precocious and independent child, she squares up with it. Having read only a very few things about birds, she concludes that anything that vicious must be a falcon, because what else could it be?
Imagine her surprise when she finds a book about bird species in the library (so as to properly write gloating poetry about how she bested the thing), only to find that it was a common rock pigeon. Thus, she is set off on her quest to learn all the bird species, so she will never again find herself at a loss for words to insult the next one she fights.
But she never goes back on her initial assessment, partly because that bird in particular deserved to be maligned in that way, and partly because she had already made up her mind about it probably being raised by falcons to attack people.
S. Q., on the other hand, probably saw a bird when he was little and went "Oh! Friend :)" and he may not know their scientific classifications, but he knows their Names. He would regularly hold conversations with them when he was wandering around the forest, and so became intimately familiar with all of the different calls. ("Oh, hello, Frederica, I didn't realize that was you. That's a very pretty sound you can make, I'll have to add it to the list. You're so talented, you know", etc.)
Fast forward to him meeting all of the other kids and moving in, and one day Constance sees him drawing a starling (they just look so awesome and I think he'd like their iridescence and feather patterns), and she says "That is a remarkably good likeness of a European Starling. They are small, but their beaks are good for piercing." and S. Q. completely lights up. Because no one has ever cared about his birds before!! And he responds with "I think this one's a Micheal, but what did you call it? And when did you learn that about their beaks? It took me days before one would get close to me, and I haven't seen many since I left the island." They bond over their shared interest, and Constance makes a little ritual of always asking S. Q. if he has drawn any new birds when they eat breakfast, and letting him tell her what their Names are before she tells him her opinions.
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Where do I go now?
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greghatecrimes · 9 months
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why does thirteen have to be so hard to draw >:(
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shoecrabs · 4 months
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just lost about 5 years' worth of art because my app crashed and deleted itself as i tried exporting a painting
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mrnnki-img · 2 years
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this took much longer than expected
@kiisaes
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soupsshoops · 2 years
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"We're floating away, my body's in space." "We are going home."
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krshush · 3 months
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Kind of agonized that working yesterday made my brain stop focusing on OCs, but at least I reorganized some things in my room that had been bothering me 🥲
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just-here-4-comics · 8 months
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your mom
im going to use your hair as sewing thread
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oburninglight · 11 months
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okay I will tease something
I haven't been posting a lot because of school, yes, but alsooo
I'm making something >:)
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Cuddling the cryptids.
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voicehydrangea · 2 years
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Sketch Dump 3: *Drops this then leaves*
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sodamnradd · 2 months
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“I’m asking Theodore Nott to the Ball,” said Hermione, dumping her books on the desk. Ginny raised a brow.
“Do you even know who that is?”
“Oh, shush." Hermione took out an emerald green cover from the pile. “I found his sketchbook. The one that's always on his desk."
“Must be some wicked sketches if they've breached your Quidditch-player fever.” Ginny snatched it.
“I suffer from no such ailment,” she scoffed, but her smile gave her away. More seriously, she said, “I’m lonely, Gin.”
All jokes aside, Ginny felt it, too. “But what's so special about Theo Nott?” She didn’t get it. Hermione could have literally anybody.
“Look at the drawings.” Hermione grinned.
“You snooped?” Ginny tutted. “Naughty, Miss Granger.”
She flipped the cover, licking her fingertip to turn the thick pages with an exaggerated flair. “Shut up,” she cried a few pages in. “Shut up!”
“I know,” said Hermione. “There’s maybe a dozen of them in there.”
“And this doesn’t seem creepy to you?”
Hermione shrugged. “They’re harmless. Look, they’re all from a distance. See that one in the classroom? I think it’s from Transfiguration. My hair was braided like that one morning. They’re rather beautiful.”
Ginny sang out, “He liiikes you.”
She handed the sketchbook back, and Hermione began casting spells over it.
“What are you doing?”
“Locking it up.”
“Not only did you snoop, but you also broke his privacy charms?” Ginny’s grin widened.
"I'm Head Girl," she reasoned. "Simply monitoring."
Ginny kicked Hermione under the table, giving her the hurry-up-and-get-on-with-it eyes. Theo Nott had just entered the library with Malfoy, who seemed to have come from Quidditch practice.
Hermione finished casting her spells, then tousled her hair, pretending to study.
As the Slytherins passed by their table, Hermione called out innocently, “Theodore?”
Theo turned at the sound of his name, appearing confused, or maybe distrustful, when he realised it was Hermione. Odd for a bloke supposedly obsessed with her.
“I found your sketchbook,” she said, holding it up.
Malfoy stepped forward, hand outstretched. “That’s mine, actually.”
(340 words, prompt: that's mine actually, cross-posted from twitter, now illustrated by DamnOverdrive)
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