Pulchellus Effercio

jennerallydrawing:

I’m not super great at gif-ing things, but here you guys go!

jennerallydrawing:

I’m not super great at gif-ing things, but here you guys go!

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Sorrow
Like she’d lost a limb, the ghost of a backpack too-heavy weighed her down, 
dressed in pigtails and eyes too wrinkled for a smooth face, there had to be a reason the word swinging off the tip of her tongue was Sorrow.
Not even anger.
Just Sorrow.
And not all the time either, just hanging in the back of her mouth, waiting for the chance to swing off the tip of her tongue, something compressed and set to a boil, everything she could’ve had and He should’ve been.
Sorrow.
She couldn’t even name the exact moment it started,
sometime, somewhere, probably in winter, customarily late, at a point before she was born.
But not before He was.
Not before He cut his hair and crawled headfirst into uniform.
Not before the something they don’t talk about happened, 
but before after it.
Before He came back.
Before He probably lost his luggage,
probably lost His way home,
probably got 
lost.
Before dog tags were traded for a new kind of label,
the martyrs they don’t talk about.
Before His name was spelt P-T-S-D,
and His daughter was named “Daughter of…”
Before she learned her father was different,
learned everything she could’ve had,
and He should’ve been.
Before she bore the weight of her father’s scars,
and named her life
Sorrow.
NaPoWriMo 4/21/14
Proper Words

In Eighth Grade, all of my sentences were dotted with Random Capitalizations.

I was told only Proper words were to be Capitalized, and Suddenly I Couldn’t Write a Sentence with Less than Five.

When I was Young, and Success meant Moving to a House without Crabgrass, I spend the days rolling down Hills and building Mansions in the Sky, spitting Tire swings and Ziplines. It’s funny, how even Then, I hammered bookshelves into Tree trunks, forgetting that anything so Vast as a story could Warp with the Weather.

“just because you like a word, doesn’t make it special,” she scolded, Squinting at journal assignments Written in Purple Ink. It’s funny, how even Then, I couldn’t help but Think how much Nicer the board would look with Mrs. JoHanSon written through the center.

In my Rush to explain the way the Lake behind my house, Drained, Empty, and Bursting with Ambition, threw light like Confetti across a field of Aspen Saplings, I had forgotten to forgo Excitement at ever Syllable that carved Rivers into Lined Paper and Canyons into Classrooms. If Only she could SEE How Proper Words Were!

“you are not writing formally enough.”

In ninth grade, all of my sentences were ended with periods.


NaPoWriMo 4/20/14

The neighbor’s dog

The neighbor’s dog has escaped.

Fifth night of gunshots and flashing lights from television sets on the other side of the wall,

I don’t blame him for running.

He started planning Monday. Follow the bootprints baked in mud to wherever they went but didn’t come back. She usually wasn’t gone this long, he’d be thinking. Waiting patiently by the door while cigarette buds filled the dog bowl.

On Wednesday when She still wasn’t home, and the tears from the man on the couch didn’t reach the water bowl, he tilted his head and wondered why She’d left her slippers in the bathroom.

Thursday he spent digging up bones in the backyard.

Friday he spent packing his bags.

Saturday he said goodbye to the squirrels in the tree behind the shed, and

Sunday, when the TV movie marathon ended, and the man on the couch left the house to get groceries, he followed him outside the gate, dragging a suitcase of her scent and the summer evenings they all went to the park.

The neighbor’s dog escaped. Hopped a train to Wherever-She-was and never looked back.

And the man returned from the store to find the last living thing gone, apologies still perched on his lip. We heard the crash from the hall, as the dog food bag broke, and little brown pellets scattered across the porch.

NaPoWriMo 4/19/14

Leaky Kitchen Sink
A steady fall of water drums 
dirtied sinks like all it ever 
meant to do was write a waltz.
The frigid air and faltered light
from in the fridge begins to whirl
at exactly 12 o’clock.
Every other measure comes
the studded streaks of taxi tires
and grinding squeals 
of too-fast turns on ice
Golden bright and shades of blue
the snow still glistens from the grass
where yesterday it 
seemed to promise warmth.
But wait another moment and 
I promise you, you won’t regret
staying for the time to hear
the waltzing drums of midnight.
NaPoWriMo 4/18/14

erizo1404:

by Wesley Burt

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strangelykatie:

Since it was just announced at ECCC, I’m glad I can share a little bit of what I’ve been working on this year! I’ll be drawing an original series for Lionforge/ROAR comics called Crystal Cadets. It’s full of action, sparkles and cool diverse girls who kick butt. I’m pretty darn excited about it!!

strangelykatie:

Since it was just announced at ECCC, I’m glad I can share a little bit of what I’ve been working on this year! I’ll be drawing an original series for Lionforge/ROAR comics called Crystal Cadets. It’s full of action, sparkles and cool diverse girls who kick butt. I’m pretty darn excited about it!!

The Sportster
She’s sleek as white on black, and glistens like the cover of Seventeen Magazine.

Winter doesn’t end with Spring.
It doesn’t end when the ice on the driveway is all chipped away, or when the silence following flying farewells are filled by the shrill cry of seagulls.
It is not chased off by backwards bluebird lullabys or hopeful sprouts of dandelion - dreaming of golden manes and backyard prides.
Winter doesn’t cower when the Sun beats his icicles loose for the first time in 6 months or stretches all the way to 8 pm.

But when she slides out of the garage, wet and screaming, to dry in the Sun, and my father stands beaming at this new life,
you can taste the sharp goodbye of frost in her first few miles, growling and rumbling and shaking Winter from her handlebars.

She rides like Freedom and Dauntless Summers. 
And Winter runs like Hell.

NaPoWriMo 4/17/14

swordink:

Cersei and Lady Merryweather

Brienne and Lady Stoneheart

Margaery and Lady Olenna 

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grizandnorm:

Tuesday Tips - Gesture DrawingAs a story artist, I feel like one of the most important technical skill to develop is the ability to draw things things clearly and fast. Practicing gesture drawing is, in my opinion, a good way to get better at it. I think it’s fun, too! Of course, you can draw from life and find unique things people and animals do, but I also think practicing gesture drawing from imagination is truly helpful. For instance, I usually do some gesture drawings of characters I’m about to work with in a sequence. It helps me find a short-hand to start building from. The simpler, the better. Especially early on a project, it really helps to find a quick way to draw a character over and over without repeating yourself all the time.I remember Life Drawing teachers telling me to “draw from within” and to “feel the weight”. It’s absolutely true, but in terms of storyboarding, other elements came to be as important to the process. Silhouette and a sense of “cartooning” is tremendously helpful to communicate certain things clearly to an audience.I’m only focusing on character posing right now (and this is just an introduction to the subject). Gesture drawing is very close to thumb-nailing, another ultra-helpful skill. More on that later.For those who want to spend some money on great books on the subject, I highly recommend you to pick up “Drawn To Life: 20 Golden Years of Master Classes of Disney Master Classes” (Vol. 1 and 2) , from Walt Stanchfield. Do it.Norm

grizandnorm:

Tuesday Tips - Gesture Drawing

As a story artist, I feel like one of the most important technical skill to develop is the ability to draw things things clearly and fast. Practicing 
gesture drawing is, in my opinion, a good way to get better at it. I think it’s fun, too! Of course, you can draw from life and find unique things people and animals do, but I also think practicing gesture drawing from imagination is truly helpful. For instance, I usually do some gesture drawings of characters I’m about to work with in a sequence. It helps me find a short-hand to start building from. The simpler, the better. Especially early on a project, it really helps to find a quick way to draw a character over and over without repeating yourself all the time.

I remember Life Drawing teachers telling me to “draw from within” and to “feel the weight”. It’s absolutely true, but in terms of storyboarding, other elements came to be as important to the process. Silhouette and a sense of “cartooning” is tremendously helpful to communicate certain things clearly to an audience.

I’m only focusing on character posing right now (and this is just an introduction to the subject). Gesture drawing is very close to thumb-nailing, another ultra-helpful skill. More on that later.

For those who want to spend some money on great books on the subject, I highly recommend you to pick up “Drawn To Life: 20 Golden Years of Master Classes of Disney Master Classes” (Vol. 1 and 2) , from Walt Stanchfield. Do it.

Norm

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