Yume Nikki Remix Album (Update 2/3/2012) = New informationAlbum art (900x900): http://fav.me/d4iuv57Up-to-date tracklist:"キューブ" (Cubes) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8F0lQmiNy8E&feature=youtu.be"森" (Forest) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMjtJdAHucU"モノリス" (Monolith) "宅" (Home) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTuOemvho20&feature=youtu.be The songs will be available on jamendo. The songs may be available on MediaFire and Soundcloud Songs will be available in MP3, WAV, and OGG. Songs may be available in lossless, but there will be no quality change.
Why repetition pays off (minitut from tumblr)(this is all copypasta from my Tumblr. I post many minitutorials there, which I will sooner or later post on dA once I get the time and effort.)Repetition is ALWAYS good. It will NEVER look good the first time, kids.I practiced some gesture drawing, by using Glen Keane's sketches from Disney's Tarzan. This is the first reference:This is one of many examples of why all artists tell you to "keep practicing and drawing".And as you can see, even I need to repeat the same things a second time.I made some notes to show you where I did wrong on the first example, scribbling down notes on your own studies is recommended. I mean, you can't keep everything in your head all the time. Another, a bit more advanced, example:REF:FIRST ATTEMPT:Here's another try on Tarzans anatomy. This time it's not so much about the proportions that's wrong with the first picture - it is quite okay if we ignore the left arm.However, what I find a bit wrong is that it has the wrong
e.my therapistasked me why ilove you, andi was lost forwords– which doesn't often happento a writer– because i couldn'texplainthe way you lookwhen yousmile. it's somethingthat a hidden part of me livesfor; that one toothout of line, thatone dimple on theleft sideof your face.i couldn't tell herhow i often lie alone in a big bed andmiss the way you smell, theway you b r e a t h e.and, oh, i couldn't tell herhow i had neverwanted someone therewith me topull me out of thedark– you taught me that someonedoesn't have tounderstand your pain; they justhave tobe there to try andso i couldn't saywhy– i just smiled and said thatit doesn't matterwhy, because, foronce, i have fallen in love with agood man.
Germany x Reader - Devil's Dance: German Polka[f/n] finished the last retouches of her makeup. In the mirror, [e/c] eyes stared back at her, contoured by a thin line of black eyeliner, the coal like effect somehow bringing light to those orbs, making the color of her irises brighter and somewhat mysterious while shadowed by her eyelashes covered with mascara. As if one could lose himself when looking into those if they weren’t careful enough.As if. There isn’t someone willing to do such madness. She mocked her reflected image. Besides, I’m not interesting enough for that.She passed a hand through her hair, the locks falling wildly around her face, framing it in a way that contributed to her previous conclusion, even if she wasn’t inclined to have a high opinion of herself. Smiling ironically, she touched the glass, cool and impassive under her digits, with the tip of her fingers. I have no time for fantasies, or useless reveries, she thought while feeling the warm metal of the pistol