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Unfold your wings and take your first flight: isa-chan16: Golgothassterror: art posttutorialsforartists: I just...

isa-chan16:

Golgothassterror: art post

tutorialsforartists:

I just went back through over 900 liked posts and dug out all the art tutorials so i can keep track of them. I guess this might be helpful to some of you guys, so here you go.

Here we go then!

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(Source: geromy-kyle)

Permalink Need to color something brilliantly stimulating…..no other than him to choose :)
Permalink Editing the cover on The Dark Earth Manga book 2 and this cross my mind heheheh
Permalink Daily doodlez for today …and anon but I painted his hair black but end up using this color instead and now he looks like cloud…somehow
Permalink Yesterday Daily doodles gone 2 days lol I only give 2 hours max for every daily doodlez and this one took 2 days
Permalink DaiDoo for today Hirohito in yukata from Drakon Novel by  Raythe
Permalink Daily doodlez for today Abel in blue Ribbon. Need to do something on the plot so I can start this web comic properly..
Permalink daily doodlez try to potrayed a new Character from Raythe Novel ‘The Sea’
Permalink sakuratsukikage: thingamajig314: volefleshe: consolecadet: supersandys-space: onemanbombsquad: carrnage: sistercrow: {previous comments snipped} TW: Description of depression and suicide So, one day you are walking along, minding your own business, when suddenly you trip and fall into this enormously deep pit sitting right in the middle of the path.  No clue how it got there or how you failed to notice it until you had fallen in.  You struggle and try to get out of the pit but the wall are too steep and crumbly and the ground under you is wet and muddy and you make no progress at all to get out. So there you are.  Sitting at the bottom of a dark pit, miserable, with no foreseeable way out.  And then you hear a voice from above. “Hey there stranger, you seem to have fallen into a pit, eh?” “Help!  Help I’m stuck and can’t get out!  Please help!” “Listen, what you need to do now is buck up and see the good things in life.  The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, everything is just grand.  Smile!” And off they go, leaving you in the pit to contemplate how muddy the mud is and how little sunlight actually reaches you, and when you can faintly hear birds signing it is only a reminder of how far down and stuck you are.  Then another voice. “My good friend, how nice to see you down there!” “Help!  For the love of god I am stuck!  Help!” “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go hang at the mall today.  We could catch a movie or something.” “I’m stuck down here!  I need help!  Get a rope or something, please!” “Dude, come on.  Don’t be so down all the time.  If you don’t want to come you could just tell me instead of making excuses.  Way to not care about my feelings.” And off they go.  Shit.  Now you are in a hole and you hurt your friend’s feelings and you kinda did want to go to the mall.  And the mud is really cold.  Your feet are starting to sink in and you start spending a lot of energy just to keep from sinking in so far they you can’t move anymore.  It is exhausting.  But then a voice that you know so well. “Hey love!  How are you today?  I bought your favorite food for supper tonight <3” “Oh thank god!  Help please!  I fell down here and can’t get out and I am sinking into the mud and I’m so scared that I might sink too far in and never be able to get out!” “You know, you don’t have to get upset with me.” “I’m not!  I just need help.  I love you.” “Well you certainly have a funny way of showing, moping about down there in that hole.  If you really loved me maybe you would climb out so we can go home.” “I’ve tried!  Really I have.  The walls are too steep.  I can’t do it.  I need a ladder or something.  Call the fire department!” “Ugh.  You aren’t the only one with problems, you know.  Just earlier today I stumble in a small dip in the sidewalk and stepped in a shallow puddle but you don’t see me using it as an excuse to be all self centered.  You know what, fine.  I’ll just go home and eat by myself.  I hope you enjoy your little pity party down there.” And off they go. You are desperate and alone even though you can hear and even occasionally see people walking past the opening of the hole.  You call out over and over but nobody seems to care or notice.  And those that do give you trite little nothings. “You should have waited till you were older to fall into a hole.  Why didn’t you think before you fell in?” “Kids these days, leaping into holes without any consideration for the rest of us.  Grow up already.” “You know, if I was in a hole, I would have a grand time of it.  No rules or concerns to hold me back.  I would make mud pies all day long.  You are in such a great position.” “Cheer up!  If you smiled more and had some fun you would be out of that hole in no time!” “Stop crying so much.  You’re making the rest of us feel bad.” At some point somebody hears you and actually listens as you cry for help.  They run off and return later with a large crowd of strangers who stand around the rim of your hole shouting down more pointless little nothings and encouraging you.  More than a few say things like “think about your family! Being stuck in a hole is so selfish when there are so many people who love you!” And eventually they all clear out and you are still in the hole and the sun is setting and it genuinely feel likes there is no hope at all. The end.  No, this story doesn’t have a happy ending.  It doesn’t have a cheerful humorous joke to sum up the moral.  You sit in the hole until you get tired of trying.  You stop calling for help.  You let yourself sink into the mud up to your knees and waist and chest.  Your friends stop coming by.  Your partner leaves you because it is too much trouble putting up with you.  Your family stops by to admonish you for being down there and embarrassing them so much.  And someday you do the only thing that would end your existence in the hole and pile the mud up over your face and suffocate, because as scary and awful as death is, it seems to be a better option than living the rest of your life miserable and cold and in pain stuck at the bottom of a hole unable to enjoy anything or feel anything.  And that is the end of my little story. Reblogging for sistercrow’s comment ^ This ^ comment up there is the most accurate metaphor for depression I’ve ever read. You don’t just get over it :\ if you could just get over it you wouldn’t be depressed. sad =/= depressed. Thank you SO much, sistercrow. I’m making your “story” my Facebook status, because I really needed to be reminded that being depressed is not my choice, and I think my family/friends can benefit from a refresher course in why I am the way I am.Relatives/friends, if you’re reading this: It’s not that I don’t want to see you, or talk to you on the phone, or email/text back and forth…it’s that I have no energy or motivation to do those things. I beat myself up for it, so very much. I HATE that I don’t care enough to clean house or buy groceries or put pants on and check the mail, let alone spend time with the people I love. I HATE that I can’t be bothered to read my Tumblr Dash or play my favorite video game or work on my book or paint my nails or kiss my husband for minutes on end. The things I love just…don’t inspire me. I simply don’t care. I just don’t. I want to, desperately, but I don’t know how to make myself. I try, Heaven help me I try. I force myself out of bed every day to walk the dogs, some days I paint my face and fix my hair and pick out a cute outfit. Some days I spend 6 hours cleaning the yard (after months of neglect,) some days I wash the week’s worth of dirty dishes in the sink. Some days I even shower. But most days? Most days I lay in bed for 12 hours. Most days I wouldn’t get up at all if I didn’t feel so responsible for making sure Jordan eats dinner. Most days the only sunlight I see is through the cracks in the bedroom curtains. Most days, I am depressed. But please, reach out to me anyway. Please. I won’t come to you, because that’s what depression + social anxiety does, I need you to come to me. I need you to drag me to lunch, to dinner, to the park, to any room in my house but the one with the bed. I need you to show me that you love me even though I’m “broken.” Mostly because I won’t be “fixed” any time soon. They don’t make housewife insurance so I can’t get the health care I know I need to really manage my illness. So please, help me help myself. You can’t get me out of the pit, but you can absolutely shine some light into it. Read that top comment if you have the time. I’m really, really sick of being told I should just get over it. Not that I expect anyone to read this, but it is so true that I had to post it. I too need to remind myself that this is not my fault, and I am not a bad or lesser person for it. I am just sick. Good metaphor. Everyone read. This is a really good metaphor, and a reminder for me to never stop reaching out to people.
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Na Me doing transferring script to the manga pages Want to finished it soon…Doing this took me longer than finishing the pages itself.

So many people I know birthday in this month..wow