Creative Work That Doesn't Deserve A Thread V5 <Dongery Penis Edition>
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Did i overdo the glow?
I think I'll let 3v3ryb0dy stick to steampunk.
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But at least I have pen.
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[QUOTE=JoeyZ;25136449]I think I'll let 3v3ryb0dy stick to steampunk.
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Simply amazing! i envy you. All i can draw is buildings.
All it is missing is a bit clearer figure of a person.
[QUOTE=Lazore;25136540]Simply amazing! i envy you. All i can draw is buildings.
All it is missing is a bit clearer figure of a person.[/QUOTE]
I envy [i]you[/i].
I wish I could draw buildings, but my sense of perspective is a bit askew.
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lower 2 floors of that crane building.
I am fucking headacheing as shit.[/QUOTE]
Where is the fucking walrus?
I think it definitely needs a walrus. So where is it?
I thought it's a seal
Here's a short story I wrote for school. It's pretty much finished now.
[quote][u]Deity[/u]
The One Deity created the world long before humans existed. He made the animals, and gave them life. He populated the world with plants and made them flourish. He made everything out of the four elements; Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. At the time, he was happy with his creation, but after a while he felt his world was lacking something. So one day, The One Deity conjured up Air and Water, he summoned up more than the world had ever seen, and he unleashed all the strength he could with it. The Air whipped and the Water fell like stones. The storm grew in strength feeding off the very ocean. The storm struck land, battering its way through trees and hills and foliage alike. As the rain drummed on the ground and the wind blew through the cracks and crevices in the ground, the Water, the Air, and the Earth began to coalesce, forming mounds on the ground. The falling rain eroded at the mounds, giving them shape and with that the air filled the pores. This lasted for many days as the storm pounded the land with all of its fury. When the high-up winds renewed once more, they blew the storm on. The mounds of Air, Water, and Earth united under the rays of the sun and formed the first humans. They were made of Earth, they drank Water, and they breathed Air.
These first humans were very much like you and I today but they had one major difference. They did not hate. They lived in peace in their village, centered in a tropical savanna, far away. They gathered fruits from the trees near the coast, fished in the rivers snaking across the landscape. They hunted wild beasts that roamed the tree-dotted landscape. They cut down trees to make their shelters and lived off the land like all ancient people did at one time. They viewed each other as equals and the chieftain as their guide. And they built a monolithic obelisk at which they worshipped The One Deity. The obelisk was as tall as five men and two men wide and had symbols inscribed vertically down the front. Three large stone blocks closed it in on three sides. At the base of the obelisk in front sat the skin of a great beast where offerings of fruit and the finest hides were made to The One Deity. Those blocks all sat upon a colossal rectangular stone base with stairs carved into the front. The One Deity would bless them for the offerings made to him and the people were prosperous. But this early way of life did not last.
Pahk was a young man of about twenty years of age and was very skilled with a spear. He was a kind person and loved to venture out into the world. One day while on the hunt with three others, he suffered a severe injury. His companions were not sure what happened to him, although they believe he fell onto his back. They only heard him cry out in pain. When he was brought back into the tribes’ village, he was breaking a fierce sweat. His face was extremely pale. Blood poured from an open wound on his back where his spine angled sharply to the side.
Tsikuk was the villages’ medicine man, a relative of the chieftain, Tollek. He lived in a small hut on the edge of the village, away any commotion. His hut was filled with herbs and plants, ointments and medicines of all types for all purposes. There were countless leaves hanging from the roof of his hut, drying, when Pahk was brought in. Tsikuk hurriedly put some crushed leaves on Pahks back and put a bandage of hide around him. Tsikuk watched over Pahk for the next two days, feeding him and giving him drink whenever he regained consciousness. On the third day, Pahk regained feeling. Tsikuk eased the tremendous pain he suffered by giving him the root of a plant that fought away pain. It worked but it did not heal his grave injury and it also gave way to hallucinations that plagued Pahk day and night, sometimes almost unnoticed, other times causing Pahk to go berserk.
As infection began to settle into the wounds, Tsikuk grew desperate. He wanted to save Pahk but was afraid that medicine wasn’t enough. He pleaded with Tollek and the village cleric, Okuteke, to ask The One Deity for help. At first they were hesitant because they didn’t want to irritate The One Deity. Tollek thought it would be better to ease Pahk’s passing by leaving him in the wild, for the animals to feast on. After much discussion, Tollek and Okuteke agreed to Tsikuk’s pleas under one condition; if his idea failed to have an effect on Pahk then they would resort to their idea.
It was midday and the sun shone bright. Pahk had been taken from Tsikuk’s hut and brought to the obelisk. He lay motionless, unconscious, flat on the hide more commonly used in offerings to The One Deity. Arrayed around the foundation stone of the obelisk, a few paces back, were the villagers. On the stone lay Pahk, with Tollek, Tsikuk, and Okuteke standing over him, silent, their heads down and their hands at their sides.
Together as one, the three knelt before the obelisk. The Villagers followed. A slight breeze broke the eerie silence for a moment or two before all noise faded once more. Okuteke began to speak. No one understood what was said for he spoke in a tongue only used by gods and their messengers. The ones born with the gift of speaking that tongue would become clerics, messengers to The One Deity. He spoke for a time then all fell silent once more. Everyone waited in the uneasy silence. Pahk regained consciousness and began to mumble through weak, failing breaths. The silence held. Without warning, Pahk entered a fitful hallucination. His eyes swayed violently and rapidly, his arms grabbed at the air. Okuteke bent in to hold Pahk down. It happened faster than anyone could react. Pahk, disillusioned by the hallucinations disturbing his mind, reached out, grabbed Okuteke by his shoulder and drove his head into the stone. Tollek pinned Pahk down while Tsikuk rushed to Okuteke’s aid. Their efforts were useless. Okuteke was dead before his body settled on the stone.
In a fury, The One Deity came to the obelisk and spoke, rage seeping through his tone, to the people.
“You were my creation! I made you to be peaceful! I left you free of hate, and this is how you repay me?! As murderers?!”
Tollek rose to speak to The One Deity but was quickly subdued by more enraged speech.
“I have looked over you for many years, granted you good weather and health. I allowed you to prosper and yet you still defy the limits I set in place to prevent such an atrocity. I forever condemn you all with Fire in your hearts. I should have seen death about you long ago.”
Tollek went to speak back to The One Deity but he had left. The people were silent. Nothing moved, no wind blew, everything was still. Pahk lay on the stone unmoving, passed into unconsciousness again. Tolleks mind was blur. So much had happened in such a short amount of time. The One Deity had come to them and spoke. But he had also cursed them for eternity. Suddenly, anger welled up inside Tollek. He was angry at Pahk, he was angry at Tsikuk, He was angry at the world, but most of all he was angry at The One Deity. Hate and resentment blinded Tollek. He had never felt anger before and couldn’t control it. He drew his axe that hung from a belt wrapped about his waist, stood over Pahk, and brought the axe crashing down. Ribs shattered beneath the jarring impact. Led on by a bloodthirsty rage, Tollek open up Pahks chest and removed his heart from its’ cavity. Tollek placed the disembodied heart on the stone, pushing Pahks corpse aside with his foot. Tollek once again brought his axe down, this time splitting the heart down the middle. He looked up at the sky.
“Take it!” Tollek yelled, “We do not want or need this Fire of yours! It’s your fault for not helping this man! Take it back!”
The One Deity didn’t listen. After standing for a while, waiting for a response but getting none, Tollek walked away. The crowd dissipated. Not a word was said.
Not long after that day, the village became torn apart, one side resenting and defying The One Deity, the other side faithful in him still. Bitter arguments arose, quarrels occurred daily, and soon, the two sides permanently split. They left the village to the elements and moved on to other areas. All out war ensued, and hundreds died. Behind the shroud of war, the believers in The One Deity began sacrifices, taking peoples hearts and casting them into water to extinguish the Fire that burned within. The One Deity never looked back upon this world again.
The two sides eventually broke into a number of tribes. Tribes waged war, and traded goods in times of peace. Life continued for these humans, and still continues today. Believers of The One Deity eventually died out after many centuries but their legacy was still passed on. Although the believers of The One Deity were gone and The One Deity left forever, the story of that unfortunate day still remains.[/quote]
A few drawings I did in class:
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[del]I have a quick question, I looked everywhere and can't find the answer.
I just installed my tablet and am getting the water ripple effect when clicking, how do I remove that?
Also, for some reason windows isn't recognizing my tablet as a tablet, but a mouse.
Windows 7 home premium 64 bit.
Help please.
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It's also not registering any pressure aaaa
Yes I installed the proper drivers.[/del]
K disregard that, I got it to work somehow but now the whole tablet is only utilizing the top left corner of my screen. Changing the settings to make it use everything didn't help.
I hate this.
[QUOTE=Lazore;25136540]Simply amazing! i envy you. All i can draw is buildings.
All it is missing is a bit clearer figure of a person.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=JoeyZ;25136710]I envy [i]you[/i].
I wish I could draw buildings, but my sense of perspective is a bit askew.[/QUOTE]
I envy both og you, I can't do neither propely.
This sucks.
Neither can I write, aparrotly
[QUOTE=tommofandan;25131873]So he did do this from scratch?
Hoyl fuck.[/QUOTE]
Of course he did, computer can't trace that good or produce pixel art like that.
So I'm going through the B section of draw space because I want to get better, and I figure if I learned something wrong without knowing it, this would be good. So far, the woman who's lesson's these are seems like she just found a computer or something, and all her drawings are creepy muppet things. But it's pretty cool, so thanks to 3v3ryb0dy for repeatedly mentioning it
Might take some drawing lessons in the community centre. Anyone else did that?
nope and I have 3 baby cats that look like your cat
Not my cat, General Discussion thread that was gold.
Drew these in PaintStop (Zbrush plugin) because I was bored...
[B]RAGE[/B]
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[B]Capitalist Jew[/B]
[IMG]http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp20/Red_Katana/capital.jpg[/IMG]
[B]
Communigguh
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[B]Old school villain
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Artistic'd!
Love the drawing style. Let's wait for 3v3 his critique.
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This is a poster for a fake music festival that was made for an assignment a while ago.
Thoughts?
Kinda hard to read the beginning of Freemantle because of the color on the shirt behind it.
Oh woops I uploaded the wrong one, I had that fixed. Thanks for pointing that out though
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i think this colouring technique is for keepers
Why is it holding 2 incomplete shotguns?
and I'm feeling kind of dumb asking this, but why is Victorian stuff called Steampunk? and what's the difference between it and Dieselpunk? and are there any other "x"punk's?
[QUOTE=red_pharoah;25148496]Why is it holding 2 incomplete shotguns?[/QUOTE]
who knows
[QUOTE=red_pharoah;25148496]and I'm feeling kind of dumb asking this, but why is Victorian stuff called Steampunk? and what's the difference between it and Dieselpunk? and are there any other "x"punk's?[/QUOTE]
Well, the golden age of steam was the victorian age, so naturally writers and artists adopted it.
But that was probably a poor reply.
[QUOTE=red_pharoah;25148496]and I'm feeling kind of dumb asking this, but why is Victorian stuff called Steampunk? and what's the difference between it and Dieselpunk? and are there any other "x"punk's?[/QUOTE]
It isn't just Victorian. It's Victorian mixed with futuristic inventions based on clockwork and steam.
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Need to know what to add, preferably to the background
[QUOTE=CupUp;25150211]It isn't just Victorian. It's Victorian mixed with futuristic inventions based on clockwork and steam.[/QUOTE]
Oh, I get it, thanks.
