So, do we think Error's a weeb?
last tutorial from september: the comic shots tutorial. when i was a younger more impressionable artist, my favorite comic author said to draw comic panels like frames of a storyboard or a movie. now that i’m older and have my own thoughts, i understand why someone would say something that i feel is frequently so wrong.
originally, i had a big comics tutorial planned, but i’ve decided to break it down into smaller tutorials. comics are all about efficiency because they are so time-consuming. anything that saves the artist time is a relief, so this is simply a reference for quickly determining what kind of basic shot to use and why a basic shot might look “weird” until you give it a simple fix by cropping it differently. in art, rules beg to be broken, so don’t take it as advice you can’t go against. shot choice is very complex, but i’ll save thoughts on that for a later tutorial.
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I really want to write, but my words are jumbled and slowly losing their meanings in my head.
Some afterdeath for Geno's birthday
As it turns out... My shop isn't on Shopee Indonesia.
That was embarrassing, but at least now I know even some countries with Shopee can't find my shop.
He looks at Ink. They've been in the room for an hour or so, not even talking. It's cozy and warm, but Nightmare can't help but think this instance could work as... a place to deepen their relationship. Bonds growing closer and all that, he supposes. Sounds nice in retrospect.
He squints his eye. Ink isn't even looking at him. So of course, any interaction-start would fall to him. A new situation, but nothing world ending. No, he's been reading about this kind of thing for years, decades even. He knows what to do. Theoretically.
They're already in a relationship, so he could be more daring. It's expected of him. Ink stopped reacting particularly flustered to any subtle flirting a long time ago, so it's not weird for him to try and... Raise the level, per say. Of course. He needs a more direct phrase with romantic implications. Short and easy.
Ink seems to sense his long minute stare, so they look at him. They still don't talk, simply looking at him with those eyes that could very well pierce him.
This is his moment. This is. A moment. A moment. (His moment?)
They look to the side before looking back at him, smiling. "...Do I have something—"
"I bet any children we'd have would well survive into adulthood."
They look at each other. It's kind of painful up until Ink snorts, looking away as they press a hand to their mouth, a hint of paint trailing down their chin.
...Hm. Mission fulfilled, he presumes.
(As Ink starts wheezing, he starts somewhat doubting that claim)
Had fun with this one, and Killer turned out the absolute best, in my opinion.
Wip for the cover of a DustBerry fic I've been thinking of. Doubt I'd ever actually get to write it though.