Constructive Critism Welcome - Tumblr Posts

Tried drawing soundwave. I’m not a good artist and I do see a WHOLE lot wrong with this. But I honestly love it regardless! First time I’ve actually been dedicated to draw something in a long time, and i think it’s a nice starting off point, if nothing else!

Used the siege soundwave mold for reference

Any advice to help me improve (as well as any criticism) would be greatly appreciated!

Since I decided to finally use my Tumblr for the forces of good, I decided i’d post the fanfics I’d written. My mental health has been shit and I wanted to get back into writing again. Sharing might motivate me. If not, my work is at least out there for people to enjoy and my Tumblr was finally used for something.

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Daria (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Daria Morgendorffer, Quinn Morgendorffer, Jake Morgendorffer, Helen Morgendorffer, Jane Lane, Trent Lane, Tom Sloane, Amy Barksdale, Ruth Morgendorffer Additional Tags: Family Dynamics, Slice of Life, Family Drama, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Summer Vacation Summary:

Jake and Helen Morgendorffer’s marriage is falling apart. The family is a shell of the fragile stability it once had. In the days after Quinn graduates high school and Daria comes home from her first year of college, it’s up to the sisters to pick up the pieces while dealing with their own problems. This wasn’t the summer break Daria and Quinn had in mind. Crossposted to FanFiction.net.

I made this Tumblr ages ago. Just like I had started writing fanfics ages ago. I never posted to my Tumblr, but I did stop writing even with a bunch of fandoms I loved and ideas brewing in my mind. After a bad mental breakdown and return from hospitalization, I decided I needed to get back to things I love. Writing is one of them. Sharing my work on more platforms might help, even though this has been on the internet for ages.

This may be one of my favorite things i’ve written. Shameless wishful indulgence. And over one of my favorite comfort shows. I hope you enjoy it if you read it.

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Bob's Burgers (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Louise Belcher/Logan Bush, Tina Belcher/Zeke (Bob's Burgers), Bob Belcher/Linda Belcher, Gene Belcher/Alex Papasian Characters: Louise Belcher, Logan Bush, Tina Belcher, Zeke (Bob's Burgers), Bob Belcher, Linda Belcher, Gene Belcher, Millie Frock, Harley (Bob's Burgers), Rudolph "Regular Sized Rudy" Steiblitz, Jessica (Bob's Burgers), Cynthia Bush, Alex Papasian, Tammy Larsen, Jocelyn (Bob's Burgers), Jimmy Pesto Jr. Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Slice of Life, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Family Dynamics, Flashbacks Summary:

Twenty-two year old Louise Belcher has it all: a loving family, a struggling food truck, and a dream of opening up her own restaurant. A dream that only grows more distant. Trying to make a life for yourself isn’t easy, especially when minor inconveniences like money, time, and a nemesis wanting to make nice are all standing in the way. Fortunately for Louise and her family, they’re Belchers from womb to tomb. Cross Posted to FanFiction.net

Page 1. All my own work, always.

Once upon a dream,

I saw it gleam, your great excalibur surges from its sheath, how can it be?

Your knuckles are porcelain around the dishevelled handle, unfamiliar sight, doesn’t look right to see the delicate bloom of health seated uncomfortably upon the crude throne of death. Your hand upon the handle.

Hues from your peach gilded skin shift like seabeds and sandy shores. Unfamiliarity surges forth from the linear scape of your trembling hand, the wide expanse of your fleshy palm reflects the glimmer of a gallant weapon. The harsh pearly shimmer, a sharp contrast against the intimate pink of your skin.

Feels like a God ordained sin. Rustic scent, heavy in the air, burdensome on the mind. Haven’t we been here before? Amongst the poplar trees and a soft, subtly sweet breeze. You’re perfumed with stoic sweat, catching the misty sheen of sunlight as it angles in on you, a nimbus playing around you- brighter than the glare of God. You’re crowned with glory. And I am dethroned. Your faith prevails. Mine fails, falters, falls upon its knees.

You subdued sins. I screamed in wretched agony.

collection: inexperienced, inexpensive (all my own work)

hold me in the halls of heaven,

comfort me in the most sorrowful pits of hell,

and then I will know, I have been loved.

2. Tragedy is a great thing to have in life, I find it keeps me humble and always aware of the unexplainable and inevitable miracle of death.

3. For me, my whole life has been a constant reminder of this second journey but my soul is all too tainted and tired now, so I would prefer to nap with the Angels and be fed heavenly sustenance as if I am God’s greatest friend and not a weak soul with weak faith.

I do envy Abraham. I do envy Moses. I even envy my mother, who had more credence than I, no matter how life tested her. I envy and I strive and I beg.

Envy the pious, strive to become the pious, beg to become the pious.

Until you are a fraction of what you once wanted to become.

Or you lose yourself trying,

like me.

Careless: a collection which takes minimal effort

Venerable

Wisdom and wit, 

You have enough of it,

Kind enough to share,

Kind enough to care, 

Every hour went by without so much as a glare, 

From your dark eyes,

In which brightness resides, 

And sorrow is ashamed to hide, 

Deep within the wrinkles on your brow, 

Blessed with Earthly beauty, 

Adorned with Heavenly vows, 

But I am afraid that now, 

Within my own desolate daydream, 

I have become infatuated with the thought of you, 

But in love with you, 

The whole of you. 

All of you. 

You.

2:

Your father was wise, 

I can tell by the look in your eyes, 

As you recall what he used to say,

Serious and mingled with dismay, 

You relay to me a quote, 

A simple anecdote, 

Which I will take with me to the grave, 

A piece of your life, 

With which I will lay, 

Day and night,

I hear it play, 

In the back of my mind, 

And though I try to push it away, 

You have decided to forever stay, 

Though try as I may,

To forget and displace the thought of you, 

You come running back, 

The whole of you. 

All of you. 

You. 

The flashlights illuminate our way as we walk towards the old carousel. No one has been in the old mall off of I-82 in years. People say that the old place is haunted. But I think they’re all being dramatic

The dust grows thicker the closer we get to the carousel. We can barely see two feet ahead of us. My heart begins to beat faster with every step I take. I glance left and right, afraid that something is going to jump out from the dark and grab me. ‘Calm down. It’s just a silly story Nana told you to scare you.’.

The dust breaks revealing the old carousel that brought many generations of the people in this town joy. I look at my surroundings and notice that the dust encircles the carousel like a barrier. ‘How odd.’.

“This is boring. Let’s go-”. “Why don’t you take a ride? You’ve come all this way.” I whip my head around searching for the source of the sounds. “Meredith? Is that you?” “Meredith is waiting for you Teddie. Why don’t you join her?” My heart rate speeds up dramatically. Sweat begins to run down my face as I feel tears well up in my eyes from fright. “This isn’t funny Meredith!” I yell to what seems like nothing.

A child-like giggle echoes throughout the empty mall as I spin in a circle out of fright.

Creak creak creak. The noise makes me freeze and turn my gaze to the carousel in front of me. A bright spotlight shines on the carousel as it turns with no operator. Broken music plays from the old speakers add to my fear.

The carousel finally stops turning and the light goes out. “Help…me…” a coarse and ragged voice emanates from the carousel. The light returns but is brighter than it was previously, it focuses on the horse right in front of me. My eyes adjust and my body breaks down as a guttural scream erupts from my body.

Strings were tied around Meredith’s wrists and they had been maneuvered into position that made her hands seem like they were holding the pole that connected the horse to the rest of the ride. A frilly pink dress took the place of her original clothing to illuminate the feeling of her being a young girl. Bows decorated her once straight, now curled, hair. Stockings adorned her legs and a pair of Mary Janes were on her feet. But her face was the worst of it. Her lips had been stretched to the point of a permanent smile and her eyelids had been sewn open so that she could never close them.

The light disappeared and the carousel began to spin again. But it spun faster with every turn it took. Soon it had become a blur and created a small gust of wind. I stood up and began to run away from the carousel as music began to play and echo. “Why are you running Teddie? Don’t you want to ride the carousel? Meredith has been waiting for you.” The voice calls out to me as I run as fast as I can to the exit. Shadowy tentacles begin to come after me as I reach the exit. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” I scream just as the tentacles reach me. With a final leap I make it out of the abandoned mall.

I keep running to make sure that the shadows can’t reach me. When I finally stop to catch my breath I process everything that just happened. Tears begin to fall as I remember what happened to Meredith.

“Why did you leave Teddie? I thought you wanted to ride the carousel?” Alarm bells start to ring in my head as the voice begins to speak to me. I feel something cold wrap around my ankle and drag me. My head hits the ground and I fall unconscious.

Mom used to tell me that giving people second chances is like giving someone a second bullet because they missed the first time. When I was younger I didn’t quite understand what she meant.

Now I understand…

The walls are alive with shadows as the flame consumes the flower. The one he gave me. I watch the petals that once meant so much to me burn down to the stem. The memories of our time together run through my mind as I watch my last memory of him die in my hand.

I used to be an emotional person. The smallest of things used to send me into an emotional spiral. But things are different now. The eyes that once shone bright with childlike innocence are now sunken and cold. All their life was stolen from them.

Now all that is left are the thorns. I pick them up and hold them in my palm. Weakened by the heat of the flame they crumble easily when I crush them. When I crush my past self.

I never did like being in crowds. They were always too noisy. Yet here I stand on this stage, sweat dripping down my face, people screaming and chanting my name. The boy who'd run from crowded places now stands in front of the biggest crowd of all.

Meet Koa :P

This is the first I drew this year which is pretty sad when I think abt it

She's fucking tall as well. Like REALLY tall lol. Tall women are so pretty though. Click it for better quality my camera sucks ass

**DRIFT’S OUTFIT, POSE, ETC. BELONG TO EPIC**

Okay, so I finally finished drawing my bro, DJ, as Drift, per his request. I photoshopped the background using free to use imaging, and the font was downloaded from UrbanFonts, then used in Microsoft Word. The rest of the drawing was done by me, with Drift’s skin as a reference image. This is my first serious attempt at Fortnite inspired art, so I know I have room for improvement.

//Note: This was for skill improvement only, NO PROFIT WAS MADE.//

The Winners Toll

Summary: The aftermath of third life, from the winners point of view.(With a slight cannon rewrite)

760 words

Warnings: Major character death

———————

The dust has settled. The excitement he once felt was gone. He stood silently next to the body of the man who was once his friend. This was supposed to be a fun series, working with the rest of his friends to survive against the elements. When did it all go wrong? When did it became a battle to the death? When?

———————

Grian scraped together some bandages from the base and attempted to wrapped up his broken wings. It was a cold summer night, with the soft glow of a torch being his only source of comfort. It was a struggle to reach and bandage them properly so they hung uselessly.

Maybe Scar could help. Any help is better than none. He’s about to call out his name but he stops.

Scar is gone. There’s no one left. He’s all alone in this world.

He shakes his head. He did what he had to. Only one of them could win after all…

Since when did it become a competition?

Frustrated, he didn’t bother to properly clean his other wounds. Fortunately, most of the injuries were bruises, some already turning purple. His knuckles being the worst of it, they were raw and still weeping blood.

He climbed up to the second floor of the blown up base. The first floor was mostly gone but the second remained intact. It should keep him clear of mobs during the night. Not that many would spawn due to the desert being fairly well lit. He lays a blanket down and tries to get some rest.

But the events from the day replay in his mind, haunting him. His bruises ache as though they’re freshly made and not from hours ago. He tosses and turns, trying desperately to think about anything else. Searching for any sort of distraction.

Then a warm breeze flows through the decrepit home. As well as a lullaby being softly hummed by a familiar voice. As if he’s under a spell his mind starts to clear. The warm air feels comforting, and lulls him to sleep.

“Goodnight G.” The voice whispers as he falls into a deep slumber.

———————

The next day he wakes with the sun glaring in his eyes. Everything seems as it was the night before. He drops down to the lower floor and drinks what little water he has left. Making a mental note to get more later. Out of instinct he begins to look for Scar, only to remember when he sees the cactus ring in the distance.

Something is strange though. All he sees is a ring of green and Pizza’s tombstone. No body to be seen. Against his better judgment he goes to investigate. No matter where he looks, Scar couldn’t be found. He searches the area around the ring for a bit before sitting down to rest. Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe?

Looking over at the cacti he realises he hasn’t yet checked inside the ring. There was a suspicious, large mound of sand in the middle, but his head began to hurt so he preferred not to move. A warm wind blows, almost urging him not to go near. The heat must be getting to him. He’s starting to imagine the wind to be a person.

He continues to stare at the cacti. It seems, almost shorter than yesterday, as if someone is trying to cover it up in a mountain of sand.

He sighs. The sweltering heat really is getting to him now. He considered taking off his shirt but he doesn’t want to risk damaging his wings further. He gets up and stumbles back to the shade. The base doesn’t have much to offer in resources but hopefully he can find something to eat.

———————

While rummaging for food he starts to feel lightheaded. And tumbles from the second floor.

He lays there in the sand, crushing his wings. It sends a wave of sharp pain through them and into his back, but all he could do was lay there. As he struggles to breathe, all the more. Unable to move, unable to scream, he feels his throat going dry and his stomach rumble. When was the last time he ate anything? Even in this state he manages a glance at his wrist.

Three hearts in a vertical line, only one of them still beats. Two black and the last one, red. His rapidly beating heart eventually slows, until they come to a complete stop. The last thing he feels is a warm comforting breeze, blowing through his hair.

———————

Inspired by this drawing I made:

If anyone here’s been interested in seeing more of my writing and original characters (along with more context lmao), you can check out my other blog Doomed Author! :)

@doomed-auth

Check it out and share your thoughts! Constructive criticism is appreciated, and I love hearing from you guys!

Freedom is a sailor breaking free from their chains. Their wings bring them high, rising with the tide. Their anima endues them wonder of the things around and below them — they are beyond that of any other human.

OKAY WAIT I’m stupid but like I said I wanna post my art and here’s one I drew recently I tend to draw more on paper but I wanna try drawing digitally more- here’s a silly clown oc

I tried copying the sugimori style for the first time and i did a pretty decent job, if i do say so myself!

i hd an idea for an adult version of keldeo, but then i remembered evolution exists, so this dude is an evolution of keldeo now! the only problem is that I have no clue what i'd name it, now.

here are its pokedex entries!

The Revolutionary Pokemon

Stories tell of a Pokemon that had lost its mentors in combat. Mourning their loss, that Pokemon decided to continue on their fight, dedicating itself to peace for people and Pokemon.

It hopes to continue on the legacy of the Pokemon that taught it in the past, passing down the knowledge bestowed upon it to new generations.

Dragon rider

~4 hours? First successful lineless paint, I’m surprised it didn’t take longer than my last techno drawing. Check that one out too~ 😉

3 minute time lapse. How do people usually draw lineless?

The beginning

Here's something random that I had to write it was supposed to be 500 words but mine was like 600 or summit. its probably really bad and noting to the level of artistry that's on this app but I thought why post it and see if people actually like it . so I hope you enjoy it and if anybody has some constructive criticism that would be greatly appreciated.

During the first stage of child development from birth to eight years old are fundamental to their progress as people in general. You should except some socio-emotional development in the first year. From 3-5 gross fine motor skills are beginning their development. It is essential for guardians to give the child not only basic needs but also emotional ones as it aids their development.

It should be noted that by no means am I a licenced child therapist neither have a taken a psychology class (or gone to therapy). What I am is attentive. Being hyperaware of everything due to a desperate need to be in control leads to an affinity for perfection. That does come in handy. Specially in my line of work. As I've been told by multiple tests and scholars is that I'm ‘unique’ ‘special’ ‘one of a kind’ and a plethora more in a desperate attempt to verbalise my intelligence. For a while it was nice to be noticed to finally be seen especially after years of neglect- which had an exponential impact on my socio- emotional development. However, despite that fact my intelligence became my personal tormentor. My parents saw this as a business opportunity, a way to make more profit. Therefore, at the humble age of eight I was enrolled into ECHO- Extraordinary children's honing organisation. I skipped the entirety of primary and high school by simply taking a test. To give credit where its due the test was 12 hours long and included collage level math, English and science. They disvalue the arts. So, I spent my middle childhood and adolescence developing skills that have created some of the most ground breaking discoveries in the scientific field. Earning my parents, a ridiculous amount of money and some in a locked bank till I turned 18.  I solved unsolvable problems. Created answers to things that didn’t have one. My mind is an unstoppable force that decimates anything in its path. I was a walking god. A god. But my god was it lonely. I was so alone. When you have no one to compete with simultaneously you're being used as a puppet of creation it can almost feel like you're the only person in the world who has no one at all. Leading me to my previous position. Standing on the top of a building deciding whether I'm going to jump or not. Despite what you're thinking I'm not completely suicidal maybe a little bit not completely. I just wanted to be free like the birds in the sky. I sometimes wonder what it's like to be flying and that’s all the motivation I need. I can finally be in control of my own destiny. Maybe in some alternate universe there was a way another way but this is the one I decide to take.  

‘To correct myself would've taken if you hadn't rudely interrupted me.’

‘Well, I'm sorry for saving your life I just couldn’t stand by and watch someone kill themselves.’ The stranger commented with a sarcasm laced in her voice.

‘what's your name anyways' The stranger asked  

‘That’s on a need know basis. What's yours’

‘Alyisa, and I have a feeling that were gonna be friends. Now instead of killing yourself wanna get Some food’

‘Your first good idea lets go. And by the way my name is Imogen, Imogen evens’

Alyisa looked at the girl properly for the first time. She had smooth brown skin and curly hair accompanied with a smug smile. She replied with a smile of her own ‘well then it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Imogen’