Very simple step by step guide to how I color eyes! 🥰
I hope it helps, sorry if my english in the tutorial is a little off, I’m still learning B)
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do you have any tips or tutorials for anatomy and poses? you always make it look natural and fluid!
hiya! I'm not really a professional so take this all with a wee grain of salt, but beyond the two common tips of "practice" and "use references" that I would second, I find it's always helpful to keep the skeletal structure of legs in mind when coming up with poses for cats! Simplified, a quadruped's legs look something like below- keeping these joints etc in mind, you can then push poses while keeping limbs (vaguely) on model!
I usually start a sketch by laying out a pose, planning where I want to put these Z-shaped legs, as well as aspects like a character's head, muzzle, ears, and tail. Think about expression here too- is your character feeling tense or relaxed? Shy or confident? Grumpy or cheerful? Try to accommodate for what you want to get across in posture, stance, and tail position.
Then, build over that guideline and add details!
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bruh ethel cain has me in a fucking chokehold. i am once again in my coriane barrow calore feels over the song Gibson Girl. like baby girl would be out there using those perfect calore genetics to get what she needs from some asshole while that song plays in the background.��
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when my (1) braincell bugs me to draw, and when I ask it what it just says, a pretty but dangerous lady but won't tell me how
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Martin had only seen a them for a second, but that was all it took; he had made eye contact. He saw It every time he closed his eyes. Far away space, with shades of blue Martin didn’t think possible and a pair of eyes. Seemingly transparent, reflecting the space around them, staring into his soul, never blinking.
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now that im no longer in college im finding the best way to like reconnect with my love for astronomy and also come to a deeper understanding of it on like a human personal level is to like actually go out and observe the sky and like reinvent the way ancient peoples did astronomy via like. timekeeping with the constellations, finding the ecliptic and equator in the sky, etc. basically just trying to build like an actual bodily intuition around the night sky that no one really has anymore, and that I Certainly Didn’t since my own knowledge was like math paper and computer based. Now my next challenge is to try to find my latitude based on the position of the sun
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Me in the shower thinking about my wife: i think one of the big reasons why het culture "wifey/hubby" "his/hers" "tiaras/mustaches" matching sets other than the cis binarism of it all is that it reveals the thought process behind heteropatriarchy wherein ideal love is a product of inversion; two puzzle pieces that fit together but are separate and made functional solely by the utility of their differences. Heteropatriarchal love retroactively redefines a person as a half of a whole, their functions and idiosyncrasies only valuable when curtailed by another's. But more than that, heteropatriarchal love is so divided. My "hers" towel and your "his." Married on a friday because saturdays are for the boys. Your woodsmoke-scented deodorant and my lavender. We cant possibly hope to understand each other and that's what lends our partnership value, somehow. But the love i cherish--the love that nurtures me--is inextricability. Not the teeth of your personality spinning the cogs of mine but the blend and blur of our edges together. The further in the tide rolls the better. The love that nurtures me is accepting everything about you into my life even if i dont feel the same way about it that you do. Its a becoming. Becoming you, becoming myself, becoming us, again and again. There are no puzzle pieces to snap together, and im no more or less of anything with or without you. But no matter what happens i carry you with me now. Even in the small ways like how we wear each others jackets and deodorant and hats. I wear your mannerisms, and your jokes. I have your interests. You have my music taste. We subsume and consume one another. We explore each other by exploring ourselves and vice versa. The process of loving you is a mapping of a vast expanse and it is the creation itself of that expanse, ad infinitum. Loving you is a fluidity of the self. I try out new ways of living through you. I see through your eyes. My life doubles by virture of sharing it with you. We finish each others sentences and joke that were the same person but its truer than we have the language to describe. My selfhood blurs into yours; Im not half of a whole, but together we are a whole. You could draw a straight line from one end of me to the other end of you, no breaks. And why shouldnt we travel that line? Step inside my head and get comfy. Mi casa es su casa. Youre me and im you.
What comes out of my mouth when she walks into the room: id let you wear my skin if i could
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