((Gah. Bad and short. I am apparently awful at doing gifts, who knew? You deserve better, Dannii!))

If you are here, you would either like to have your art analyzed, or would like to help people improve, yes?

Good. Let's get started.

A few ground rules:
1. If you want to bash someone, that's too bad, dunk your head in a fishbowl or something. While constructive criticism is what we're aiming for, anything that is seen to be flat-out rude will not be tolerated and this thread will be deleted after a good number of offenses.
2. If you are going to post something that is rather adult, please post a link to it instead of posting the image on the thread. I'm already responsible for plenty of lost innocence, thanks. D8 (Adult here means excessive nudity, gore, very harsh language, sexual themes, etc)
3. When critiquing a specific piece of art, please say who it's directed at. If it isn't the one directly above your post, it can get confusing!

How to post your art (more or less)
"-insert pic here-
This took about 2 hours in Photoshop 7. It's Oz and Desanm, humanized, messing around on the beach. To help with the skeletons I used this and this as references. Redlines are wanted, thanks!"

What constitutes a good critique?
[=10]"@Fledermaus:

I love the colors you used! They're very vibrant and the fact that you used different tones for the shading adds a lot of dimension to it. However, the composition is a bit unbalanced - everything major is in the bottom right corner of the picture, and there's not a lot on the left. While this sometimes works, it makes the canvas pretty empty here. Maybe you should try adding another subject?

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It had started like any other day. Dhina was vaguely aware that Rhys had been in the forest earlier by the large patches of flattened grass but paid very little mind to it. Some days he were active, apparently today enough to run across the whole forest. Probably had a friend appear. She walked steadily for the pond and leaned down to drink from the putrid waters. It still had not completely purified itself of the recent suicides and she still found it to be quite distasteful despite the crystal clear appearance.

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"Are you satisfied now? Won't hear the end of it. There will be someone whining after that. "

"For fuck's sake it's back again."

They sat and stared out from the rocks of the playground. It had started out as and continued to be one of those days. The days where you just want to run about raising hell for all of the stupidity that runs rampant. At least that was the smaller figure's opinion.

The larger bull just kept his silence and felt that it was a bit too warm to be active. He rolled over on his side and gave a soft grunt.
"Whats back now?"

"That deer."
"Which deer?"
"Doesn't matter. Any deer. They're all the same now days."

The stag grunted again and sighed. One of those days...

. . . .

Music: Hiromitsu Agatsuma - Yuudachi

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I always hugged myself and cried, I even started to fear believing. unable to hang on to his outstretched arms and unable to overcome fate.

The grave was hard, cool beneath him, tears soaking the fur of his cheeks.
"Espen" he sighed, hiding himself, his face against the stone.

"Hmm?"

He raised his head, ears tilting as he looked up in time to watch another being sit at his side, black and white pelt soft against the ground, eyes gazing out from the black mask he wore, blue against black.


And