You don't have to read this.
It's just, I feel like my art is going nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. I try, I really do. My anatomy is screwed up and such. Today, I drew one of my friends. My other friend who saw it said, "It's kinda' good...but not really. You're a lot better at drawing animals." I don't know why, but that really hurt me. I'm usually good with constructive criticism. I've been drawing animals for a long time, and I want to change it up a bit and start drawing humans. I've been trying to draw them for a long time. Sometimes they come out okay, but most of the time they look terrible. I really need a style. I have nothing to build on. I like realistic drawing, but...it's just I also like kinda' like...semi-realism. Is that even possible? Can anyone help me find a tutorial for a semi-realism or realistic drawing tutorial?
;C I just wish I could draw good. I really want to be a good artist, but no matter how much I try, it looks terrible...

I feel like total shit.

If anyone wants the story I'll tell them lol

"Have you ever known me for making a good decision?"
Her looked like she was about to start throwing things in Tuna's direction. The blond looked away, focusing her attention on the clouds outside her window. "Look, I ain't proud of it, so leave it alone."

"HE WAS SIX YEARS OLDER THAN YOU."

"And."

A book crashed into the wall and slid to the floor. Tuna flinched. Her little brown-haired pet wasn't happy with her answer, apparently - as usual. "If you're not gonna tell me, I..." she trailed off. Tuna smirked to the passerby on the street below. "Push yer fist down my throat. I've already lived through that one, babe." For once, she managed to wrestle her tone into something serious. "Leave it. I haven't even told Bale. Besides, if Noxy comes around today, he'll think it's a perfect story for humiliating me and so spill the beans anyways." Ooh, she didn't like to think of that one. Nox, at her place? He'd get his hair gel all over the rug. Her cracked her knuckles behind her irritably. "Fine. I'm leaving."

"And."

"UGH." Her footsteps were like cannon blasts, and Tuna rolled her eyes at the dramatic rush of air as the door was pulled open.

Her little squeak was rather unexpected. "...oh."

"Evening, madam." Oh, for Gods' sakes. He just couldn't stay away. Tuna forced herself to turn away from the window and was met with the sight of a very befuddled Her having her hand kissed lightly by the tall, black-haired man. "Are you gonna spend most of yer stay bumming around my house?" she cut in shortly. Nox looked up, letting go of the pirate - Tuna let out a small snicker as Her let out her breath. The once-courtier smiled. "Most likely. Until I get to meet that...husband of yours, at least. What's his proffession?"

"Unemployed. I'm captain of this ship. Parden the irony, Her, babe." The blond couldn't decide whether to be calm or annoyed. "Shut the door, wouldja?"

right,i have seen plenty, no i mean waaaaaay too mutch magic round here


now i want to know how to go under the pond WITHOUT turning into froggie




DONT HIDE THE SECRETS FROM ME PLZ!

I also would like to know how to put eggies in my signeture thinggey

P.S. i got tef back by getting rid of WQ

just something fun ;D may add more later >> <<

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Clock tapped.

And he tapped.

And he tapped.

He tapped his finger against the counter of the convenient store. There was absolutely nobody there. No one in the parking lot. No one pumping gas. No one lingering around inside deciding on buying either Powerade or Gatorade. In front of him were little paperclip statues he had made in his boredom. One was a knight, sword drawn and shield ready. Another was a ghost, flailing its arms in the air. Another was a man with a whip made out of staples. That one was his favorite. They stood so delicately that if you misplaced your foot, one of them would fall over. He decided to go under the counter and grab some tape.

He drew out some little strips of tape and positioned the little statues how he wanted them. Clock squinted his already squinty eyes as he carefully taped over the feet (or rather the tail, when it came to the ghost), finally keeping them solidly on the counter. The young man smiled at his meager accomplishment.

It was not what he wanted to do this weekend. His coach called in sick, so his Cross Country meet was cancelled. Not to mention all of his friends were gone to some concert that he couldn't afford to go to. Dorm kids. Some get all the luck. So he was stuck working today. At least he would make some money.

It was then, he decided, that he would pull out some homework. It was only Spanish, it wasn't too hard. He pulled out a little pencil and started scribbling on his paper, meanwhile singing a silly tune softly.

Hunt, hunt, hunt!
He's the Huntsman,
"Into action!" is his cry!
From the forest to the city
He'll be there within a jiffy
To sock evil in the eye!

[=red]Marty Pheeb was a poor hunter,
Hungry without... something...
'Till one day, he saved a chunky elf
From being eaten by a crow.
The elf rewarded Marty Pheeb
With a magic sack of corn.
He gain power
And speed
And shiney teeth

I've been away from the forest for quite a long time! No good at all!
Anyhoo, I'm back for now. And Thyme will be strolling the Forest very soon.
It's not possible to forget just how much I love this game.

Tuna was wrapping her hair in a towel when the phone rang. She'd freeze if it was still wet - she let the answering machine pick it up, humming idly. The voice on the other end froze her like free cryogenics.

"Pretty easy to find you, T. I think you know who this is. I'll be around 8th Orchard if you want to say hello." A click, and the monotonous dial tone of a dropped call. Tuna let the towel fall to the floor. She didn't mind catching her death so much now - as long as she could see what the hell he wanted. Grabbing a clean shirt and her jacket, she was out the door in five minutes, leaving a scribbled note to Bale explaining that Key had gotten his foot stuck in the toilet again.

~

The cold out here was even worse than yesterday, and a coat of snow was forming on the ground. New England in winter was no fun. Despite this, the blonde made no move to zip up her coat - her strides were long and fast, purposeful. He'd better not bloody leave, she didn't think she could stand missing out on a few free punches-

Her leg let out a sudden spasm of pain, sending her tumbling to the sidewalk. The concrete wasn't very forgiving to her bare knees, scraping them up as an addition to her smarting limb. "Bloody hell," Tuna muttered fiercely. She knew she couldn't get up without falling again. Instead, she jammed her hand into her pocket, searching for the bottle of pills she knew was hidden somewhere. Her frantic efforts left her oblivious to the quiet footsteps behind her. Only when a soft, familiar voice drifted down to her did she stop. "Looks like you've got another story to tell me. More than that, perhaps."

here you go :> in order, just for you <3

Blaine's Bio

General Info

Name: Blaine

Nicknames: none yet (no friends for nicknames yet )

Gender: male

Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance: Fawn...

Birthday: May 17

Age: for now around 9-12

How to remember pictogram: it looks like nothing at all!

Family: None left home and came to the forest

Mate: ^ see age

Friends: Emiva, Aris, Lier

Color: his user dont know how to do the colour changes here (and yes i know i spelled colour canadianly)

Bio: well was found in the forest with no knowledge of his mother or father by a very old deer who died only a few months ago, he was Blaine's only family and after his death Blaine came to the forest. He has been taking care of himself ever since

Favorite time of day: just after the sun has set, but everything is still visible, he likes how things are almost glowing

Favorite time of year: spring and fall

Favorite weather: Heavy rain, bright sunlight

Favorite food: The Mushrooms on the trees and the pinecones, not so much for the flavour but for the magic properties

Favorite place in the forest: the lake, the twin gods statue, and the giant tree

Favorite place to relax: sleeping in the mushroom circles

Favorite pastime: starting giant dance parties and astounding people by fling over the lake

Favorite type of tree in the forest: the ones with pinecones and mushrooms

Favorite type of flower in the forest: the purple ones