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A Critique for myself

I just deleted some drawings of my blog (yeah, like 12 or 13 posts,, im sorry abt that,) But I know what to do abt it, to try to not do it again (but I know I will eventually delete more drawings from my blog as long as i keep noticing things I dont like abt my art)

Even tho I left some of the recent drawings, I notice that theyre not as good as Id like them to be,, but as an artist, I have now th ability of knowing What I dont like about my art, so Here I am with a little list of what to change to keep growing as an artist, but keeping the things I love about my current style:

  1. Draw Backgrounds, dont just stay with the simple grey background youre currently using,, CREATE A SCENE for the character to be in, and remember that the background has to match the style of the character, bc if it doesnt match, it looks UGLY, or WRONG, and that is not ok. You can look at refs for that, it might be difficult to learn, but it will be SO WORTH IT, 
  2. Draw DIFFERENT EXPRESSIONS for the lov e of goku,, EXAGERATE!! DRAW UGLY EXPRESSIONS!! MAKE THE DRAWING LOOK AS EXPRESSIVE AS YOU CAN!! you can Always look for tips and tutorials, and references, theres no way you can learn this by yourself, look at your current art, If you havent learnt that by yourself already, it means that you ACTUALLY NEED references,, and thats not bad in any way, theyre necessary and Good.
  3. DRAW DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES,, this one sounds TOO complicated, but it is not impossibleto learn abt it,, Stop drawing just the front view of the character, theres so many other perspectives to draw a character!! theres a lot of possibilities,, dont just stay inside of your comfort zone, thats lazy,,
  4. CHOSE ONE COLOR SCHEME AND STICK WITH IT. dont use ALL of the colors of the fucking rainbow to make one art piece, you should just choose TWO OR THREE base colors and then make all the other colors match with those base colors… Basically, read those color guides Gato showed you 2 years ago, that you actually didnt read. They will help you a LOT.
  5. use R E F E R E N C E S,, and tutorials and tips from artists who know better abt these topics,, and KEEP RECIEVING CRITIQUE from other ppl (i AM recieving critique gracefully, but not really as much as Id like to, but anyways, yeah)

im gonna do research to find tutorials and refs that help ME with these, and im gonna link them in this post, but these are the 5 things I gotta do to feel better abt my art

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS !

Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

  • ( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up
  • ( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me
  • ( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh
  • ( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry
  • ( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

  • ( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic
  • ( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable
  • ( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything
  • ( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

  • ( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog
  • ( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me
  • ( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?
  • ( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good
  • ( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…
  • ( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.
  • ( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.
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“When I opened my instagram, this picture appeared so I got nervous and started to sweat cold” - pcy 

OH SHIT CHANYEOL REALLY COMENTED THIS IN BAEKHEE’S PHOTO

I’M LIKE:::::::::::::

Originally posted by onlyfor-exo

To be brief, over a year ago I made a tone deaf post about the old testament and practices in it, joking that they were “barbaric” and “fucked up”, after watching a Malcolm Gladwell TED Talk about the story of David and Goliath, under the assumption that having been raised in a christian family and having a background with the stories gave me the authority to joke about them, and decide what was/wasn’t offensive to joke about in regards to them.

This wasn’t the case, and I’m sorry. I was then and I am now.
 
People made it clear they were upset about the post, and while at first I didn’t realize what made people upset, I realized shortly after, so I deleted the posts the same night they were made. At the time I didn’t have a lot of followers and I had never been in a situation where I would have had to apologize for posting something, so I just went about with my business assuming that I had corrected the issue and everything was okay.

Since then I’ve got messages every now and then from mutuals and other people asking about the post, and I apologize and tell them I understand why the post sucks, and why I thought it was even okay to post to begin with.

The post wasn’t made with any malicious intent, but without realizing I made key mistakes that made the joke seem antisemitic (Using the term “Abrahamic Faiths” as an umbrella term for Judaism, Christianity, Islam, and everything else derived from the Old Testament, along with focusing on practices that are associated with Judaism). I recognize this now and I’ve learned from it.

I’m not an antisemite, my politics lie on the complete opposite end of the spectrum from that. I understand why the post gives people that impression about me.

My preconception of being called out for something serious was that I’d lose a bunch of followers and my friends would be upset with me, but I’ve realized that just because that isn’t happening doesn’t mean people aren’t upset, and that they don’t deserve an apology. I would have written this much sooner if I had.

I hadn’t realized that people had been upset about it for as long as they have, I’m simply not very good at keeping my ear to the ground and staying on top of these things unless they’re happening right in the moment (I rarely check my activity and almost never check my tag), and for that I’m also sorry. To reiterate, I would have written this much sooner if I had.

My attitude towards being a “Big Tumblr Funnyman” has always been tempered with a bit of resentment, because I come here to make jokes with my friends and share stuff I find funny/cool, along with the things I’m working on and what I’m up too. I consider the blog a personal one, and I don’t like to consider myself a “public figure” in any sense. but the reality is I am, even if it is on a crappy blogging site, and because of that, even if I don’t know 99% of you, I owe it to you to explain myself and apologize when I’ve messed up.

To summarize, I’m sorry for making the post, I’m sorry for my lack of awareness, It was never my intention to offend anyone.

I couldn’t resist.

@stardefiant @skammmed 

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… Thanks, everyone. Seriously.

You’re awesome.

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Thanks of following my Tumblr!!
This post is for Celebrating that I got 1600 follower !!
Hope you guys like it////
 Also, I apologize to the creators of the AU QQQ for drawing your Sans without saying.
Sans are really cute!
If you feel not happy about that, please just let me know and I will delete the post><
and @sukunu I am sorry about I drawing your flower sans qqq
he is so cute! but I don’t know his name qqq
Thanks again! I really thanks for you like my works! I will keep it up! qwq
謝謝大家的追蹤我的部落格!!
這是為了追蹤數破1600而畫的祝賀圖
希望大家能夠喜歡//// 
在此也向個AU的創造者說聲抱歉qqq 對不起我擅自繪畫了你們的Sans
他們實在太可愛了!
如果你因此感到不開心
告訴我我會馬上將他給撤下的><
然後還有U3太太 我很抱歉我擅自畫了你的花朵sans
他實在太可愛了!但是我不知道他的名字是甚麼qqq
再一次感謝大家喜歡我的作品! 我會繼續繪畫下去的! qwqq

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i drew this thinking i could play with expressions.. only to realise.. no.. not really.. and then i got really disappointed with myself and started doubting how i draw Rhys and well.. how i draw.. -side eyes- 

Tim Lawrence and Rhys©Borderlands
-disappointeeeeeed- ©me

HELLO 

Since i’m a very clever girl, i’ve accidentally deleted @attitudeproblem‘s ask and i’m so sorry for my silliness BUT HERE I AM WITH SOME ERERI YOGA as you’ve requested ;) oh and thank you so much, lovely! <3

i think Levi’s little friend is having a lot of fun and yes i’m so perv

May I have this drink?

Request: Your Archie imagine is seriously so cute! Could I request another Archie x Reader where the reader, a river vixen, gets drunk at a party and Archie takes care of her? If you’re comfortable with writing about alcohol, that is! I completely understand if it’s something you don’t want to write about! Thank you :)

A/N: Stop this is so cute.  This is gendered (fem!) because I assumed based on the request.  If you want a gender neutral version feel free to message me.  I also got a lil bit carried away with this one omg.  Also lowkey based on a true to life party experience. wild time.  Also, god, am I sorry about the number of times I had to post this and delete it to get into the tag.  If you follow me, sorry. Thank you for requesting, and feel free to hit up my inbox with any ideas for imagines!

Word count: 1655

Warnings: cursing, alcohol mention, vomit mention, parties?  I don’t know if I’m doing this right.

Originally posted by jane-foster

Alcohol had never really been your thing.  You could tolerate it, but a coke was much more up your alley.  You just had an issue with control, and alcohol took that control from you.  

So you didn’t drink.  Big whoop.

However, with your boyfriend Archie being a big popular quarterback and you being a big popular River Vixen now, you frequently found yourself being dragged along to post-win parties where most people in your school were shit faced by eleven.  

This was a routine you found yourself slipping into: getting dragged along, pouring a soda for yourself, and finding a wall to lean on until it was time to drive your boyfriend home.  However tonight, the routine had been broken.  Reggie for some reason wouldn’t leave you alone, and Archie was off making friends somewhere, leaving you to deal with him on your own.  Not that you couldn’t just… what a waste of your time.  

“You know, you kind of come across to me as a rum girl.  You a rum girl?”  You imitated a buzzer noise at his guess, eyes straight ahead, trying to give him as little attention as possible.  “Tequila?  No.  You’re classier than that.”  He continued making his judgements based on what alcohol he guessed you must have been drinking.  “Vodka?  Is there even vodka here?”

“There’s always vodka, but you’re still wrong.” He seemed confused for a moment, but a sneaky grin soon stretched across his face in realization.

“So miss cheerleader badass doesn’t even drink?” You rolled your eyes, letting out a sarcastic ding, ding, ding!  “Wow.  Now I always picked you as kind of hard to read, but I was sure I had you down as a rum girl.  Really?  What is that just coke?” Unamused, you nodded.  “Interesting.  So no way you’re getting messy drunk tonight?”  Not wanting to say something you may regret, you sucked in a deep breath.  “Shame.  Was looking forward to that fun.” He winked, and then pushed off into the crowd, leaving you at your wall.

An hour or so passed, and you drank a few more cups of your sugary soda.  Around the third, you started to feel different.  Passing it off as just being tired, you kept yourself hydrated through your profuse sweating at the temperature of the room.  However, a few cups later you found yourself really noticing a difference in how you felt.  Your stomach started to churn a little bit, and it was almost like the room was spinning.

You noticed someone’s eyes on you from across the room, and hesitantly you met them, finding Reggie staring right at you.  The churning in your stomach turned vicious as you felt a disoriented anger rise in your blood, narrowing your eyes at him.  He had done something.  Presumably, something bad.  He took slow steps toward you, stopping about eight inches from you.  

“You alright Y/N?” He asked, a wide smile on his face.  He inched toward you, but you raised your hand to stop him.  However, your arm felt kind of light, limp almost, and your palm against his chest definitely wouldn’t be much.  “Whoa.  Have you been drinking?  Damn, you smell like rum.” He chuckled, and you let out a noise that almost resembled a growl.

He had been right, you were a rum girl if any, and your neutrality towards the taste of it had allowed you to get drunk off spiked soda.  Presumably, spiked by the devil incarnate.

“You’re a real ass,” you slurred, mentally cursing at your inability to hide the fact that you were inebriated.  This could easily be blamed on the fact that you didn’t drink often, and that you had probably consumed quite a bit of alcohol at this point.  “Where’s Archie?”

Reggie pretended to think for a minute, “Hm, I don’t really know.  He dipped out of the crowd around half an hour ago.”

You tried taking deep breaths to encourage your body to flush this garbage out of your system.  “I’m going to find my boyfriend.”  You took one step forward, and found somebody’s foot where yours was supposed to go, and all your weight went backwards right into a body.  

Reggie’s mocking tone filled your ear as he whispered, “Whoa there, Y/N.  Don’t go so soon.  You’re in no shape to be walking around a party on your own.”

“Get off me, you pig,” you grumbled, using your half-functioning limbs to push against his tight grip around your waist.  When he wouldn’t budge, you found yourself panicking a little, struggling more.  Your eyes searched the living room for Archie, but he was nowhere to be found, this only increasing your nerves.  “I said, get off!” You tried yelling, but your voice was fragile, lacking in the power it normally had.

“Shh… you’ve had too much to drink.  Let’s go find Archie.” He let go of your waist, giving off the impression that you’d be allowed to walk, however a nudge sent to your shoulder sent your unbalanced body tumbling forward.  Before you hit the ground, the boy pulled you into his arms.

“Put me down!  Stop touching me!” You wriggled in his grip, only making him smile more.  

“Reggie!” Archie’s voice suddenly hit your eardrums, and while you weren’t necessarily soothed immediately, it worked wonders on your building anxiety.  “What the hell are you doing, man?”

“Your girlfriend was looking for you.  She’s too drunk to walk.  Figured I’d help you out.” Reggie shrugged, letting you out of his arms, however your moments of being held like that juxtaposed to being vertical all of a sudden was no help for your already terrible equilibrium.  You found yourself free-falling into the chest of your ginger-haired, anger-puffed boyfriend.

“What’d you give her?” He grumbled, the words sending vibrations through his chest that made you giggle, his arm wrapping tightly around your back.  “Did you drug her?”

Reggie smiled fakely.  “Of course I didn’t.  She just confused the coke with the spiked stuff.  Easy mistake.”

“Not for someone ten times smarter than you,” Archie roared.  

“Archie,” you mumbled into the soft material of his shirt.

“If she’s so smart why didn’t she notice before she became full on drunk?” Reggie tossed back.

“Not being able to handle alcohol and intelligence are very different things.”  Archie narrowed his eyes, clearly ready to fight Reggie right here and now.

“Archie,” you tried again to stop him, this time tugging at his collar.

“What, babe?” He asked softly, ducking his head to insure you hear him, but not breaking eye contact with Reggie.

“We should just go.” He frowned at your slurred words but nodded, sending another threatening glare at Reggie before looping his arm under your legs and pulling you to his chest.  He carried you to his car, smiling at your soft ‘thank you’s’ that you whispered into his shirt.  “Hold on,” you said suddenly.  “Put me down.”  Without hesitation, he propped you onto your feet, and then promptly holding your hair behind your shoulders as you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the lawn.  “Wow that was hot,” you grumbled to yourself, leaning back against Archie as he helped you into the passenger seat.

“You feeling okay?”

“I’m doing great.”  You leant your forehead against the cool leatherette dashboard.   Even drunk, your sarcasm came through strong.  “Is this what it always feels like?”

Archie tried focusing on the road, but kept turning to see you were doing okay with the bumpy roads.  He found himself swerving to avoid the potholes so you wouldn’t vomit all over your own car, a worried crinkle in his brow at the sight of your now sleeping form in the passenger seat.  He pulled into your driveway, quietly maneuvering out of the car and coming to your side.

He placed a hand on your shoulder.  “Hey, we’re at your house.”

“Are my parents home?” You murmured, eyes open to slits.

“I don’t think so.”  

“Can you carry me?”

“‘F course.”  He once again pulled you into his arms, comfortably carrying you to your door, twisting the handle seemingly with ease despite having his hands full.  “Do you wanna shower?”

“Too tired.” He nodded.  

“Okay, let’s brush your teeth, though.”  

“‘Kay.”  Your lips brushed against his neck as your head lolled against his shoulder, him grinning at having you so close.   He carried you like this up your stairs to the bathroom where he sat you down on the fluffy bath mat with your back leaned against the tub.  

“How are you feeling?”

“Dumb.”

“Why’s that, babe?” He asked softly, squeezing some toothpaste on a toothbrush and handing it to you.  

“He got me drunk.” You frowned to yourself.

“It happens to everyone.” You looked up to him, and he smiled at the ring of white foam around your mouth.  While part of him was still mad at Reggie for getting you in a state like this, he had to say, you were kind of funny drunk.  He held his hand forward, pulling you upright and then leaning you against his chest.  “Spit.”  

He then softly walked you to your bedroom, where he helped you into a pair of his sweatpants that he found in the drawer and a baggy tee.  He laid you down under your covers, kneeling down beside your bed to get to your level.  “How are you doing?”

You smiled, “Why do you keep asking that?”

“I want to make sure you’re doing alright.”

You nodded.  “I’m doing alright.”

“Good.” He grinned as you shut your eyes.  

Without moving you asked, “Are you staying?”

He cocked his head.  “Do you want me to?”

“I’d like it.” His lips cracked into a smile again as he took off his jeans and shirt and gingerly laid down beside you.  You subconsciously turned into his chest, his arms wrapping around your back.  “I hate alcohol.”

He giggled lightly.  “Yeah, I know you do.”