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whatreference:

hi! so i recently reached 1k followers and i’m super happy about it! to celebrate, i though i would make a few masterposts for y’all. I might make a tumblr-related one later, too. anyways, i hope you like this one, and all of the links open in new tabs!

 colour

the psychology of color

how to mix skin tones

color harmony

a ton of colour palettes

how to contour/highlight

colour meanings

how to colour

how to draw…

how to draw hoods

how to draw boobs in shirts

how to draw hair

how to draw faces

another face tutorial

how to draw hands

how to draw mouths

how to draw expressions

more expressions

cargsdoodle’s body tutorial

how to draw arms

how to avoid same facing

how to draw clothing folds

references

drawing references

hairstyle references

eye references

a ton of clothing references

ear references

kneeling/sitting references

kissing references

downloads

adobe creative suite 2 free download

sai brush downloads

sai brushes

alternative to photoshop

photoshop for free

mypaint drawing program

a ton of free art programs

other

pixel art: a beginner’s guide

an AWESOME tutorial masterpost

my art tag

glitch effect tutorial

tags:
#yes #art reference

chrissymodi-frost:

I have to reboot this today!

(Source: moveslikecurt)

//Happy 4/13

//Should I make a separate art blog? Just for anything I draw, not IZ related? Would any of you be interested in that? :?

jota-mostaza:

[S] Cascade: End of Act 5

The Kids, the Trolls, the Exiles, Jack Noir and more

{[It’s an alien]} Closed rp with the-amazing-zim

thekillerwithasmile:

the-amazing-zim:

thekillerwithasmile:

Jeff wandered the dark city, keeping behind the lamp posts and passing cars. It was of the upmost importance that he stay undiscovered, as his newest victim lay just a mere few feet ahead. He watched the green creature as he ambled along the sidewalk, blissfully unaware of the menacing presence just behind him. The creature had intrigued Jeff. It just screamed it’s want to go to sleep. And he would deliver. Jeff reached into his pocket for his knife, a grin splitting his marred face. 

Zim walked into the front doorsteps of his house, dragging GIR behind him on a leash while mumbling irritably. He had decided to explore the other side of town, which he’d never been to. He headn’t meant to stay out so late, but surprise, surprise, he lot lost.  Luckily, he was able to stand riding another bus to get home.

He opened the door, dragged GIR inside, closed it behind him, and locked it. Unfortunately, the garden gnomes were down, no the defense of his home decreased dramatically. But for once, Zim didn’t care. He’d fix it in the morning. For now, he decided to go down into his base and work on his earlier plans.

Jeff watched as the alien entered his home, and his grin grew wider. This would be so easy, it was almost criminal. Oh wait. Jeff shook his head and entered the home, taking his time to creep across the lawn lest he be spotted. As luck would have it, he wasn’t. And it was all to easy after that to infiltrate the abode. 

In the darkened living room, Jeff came across GIR. He froze as he watched the peculiar looking dog. “Uhm….” The thing seemed smart enough. But who knew. It was almost cute in an unsettling way how to swung it’s legs as it watched the even more unsettling monkey on the television set. Jeff readied his knife, prepared to attack the strange creature.

Once GIR heard footsteps, he turned his head to meet the strange looking human. He got off of the couch and walked towards Jeff, looking up at him.

"HI! Do you wanna watch the scary monkey shoooow?" GIR asked, waving his arms around.

"OR are you here to see Master? He’s in the secret baaaase!" he practically creamed, pointing to a trashcan in the kitchen.

//I’m a writer I swear

"How are we suppse to get out of this?"

tallestpurple:

"I’m not sure…don’t you have a back up plan? I mean you are Zim, you always manage to wiggle your way out of trouble, don’t you?" he raised a nonexistent eyebrow at the invader, they were tied back to back. He still couldn’t believe they had been captured by another resistance group. "This is not looking good…"

"Eh…OF COURSE I DO. Just…give me a moment." The Vortian resistance group had left just a few moments ago and left them all alone, so they had to escape while they could. There were tied to chairs and both of they’re hands and feet were tied together with zip-ties. Luckily, they weren’t behind their backs, but zip-ties were still very difficult to get out of. Plus, their PAKS were covered in duct tape, so they were practically useless.

Zim still had his gloves on, so if he could remove them, then maybe there would be just a little wiggle room to set himself free? At once he attempted to remove one of his gloves with this teeth. It started to slide just a little bit, and using what he could with his other hand, he finally was able to get his left glove off. It made the zip-ties just a bit looser; maybe enough to break free.

After a few more moments, he got the other glove off, and just droped it on the floor.

Unfortunately, his hands were still tied together too tight. “This obviously isn’t going to work…”

tags:
#tallestpurple

the-amazing-zim:

((Has this been done or))

//Oh my god guys, this is definitely my most famous post.
Over 370 notes. 370 notes. Let’s keep this going.//

Who's the boss, here?
Anonymous

//WE’RE GOING TO WATCH DOCTOR WHO//

"Can we not?"

//WE’RE GOING TO WATCH DOCTOR WHO//

"I really, really don’t want to. It’s a stupid, nonrealistic, pathetic excuse for an Earth television show.”

//W̨͙͇͉̦E̥͍̤̼̜̪͢͞’̷̟̳̫͙̰R̸̢̡͈̠E͈̫͟ ҉̳̹̳͙͓G̵̬̻̼̳̝̭̮͕͠O͎̞͓̣͡ͅḬ͈͖̼̜͖N̡͏̞G̢̨̤̹̻̱̪̫̥͍͢ ̢̧̱͙̕Ṱ͇̭̠̘͖̖̦ͅO̴̧̖͙̯͍̦̬ ҉͏̱͙ͅW̢҉̨̤̗̝̜̺̜͇A̙̪̥̱̲̕͠T̹̭C̤̠̣̺͢H̨̠̲̩̯̫̹͉̦ ̳̖̠̯̩͕̫͝D̝͍̖̗͕̲͎O̯̯̗̩C̛̯̺ͅȚ̲̗̝ͅO͜͏̨͓͚R̶̠͘ ̸̮͠W͎̖̩͈̟̹͔͜͞H̶̗O̝̝̗̻͘͢//

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Send me “Who’s the boss, here?” and I’ll share with you one thing the mun wanted to do but the muse refused, or one thing the muse wanted to do but the mun refused.

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tags:
#OOC/IC
{[It’s an alien]} Closed rp with the-amazing-zim

thekillerwithasmile:

Jeff wandered the dark city, keeping behind the lamp posts and passing cars. It was of the upmost importance that he stay undiscovered, as his newest victim lay just a mere few feet ahead. He watched the green creature as he ambled along the sidewalk, blissfully unaware of the menacing presence just behind him. The creature had intrigued Jeff. It just screamed it’s want to go to sleep. And he would deliver. Jeff reached into his pocket for his knife, a grin splitting his marred face. 

Zim walked into the front doorsteps of his house, dragging GIR behind him on a leash while mumbling irritably. He had decided to explore the other side of town, which he’d never been to. He headn’t meant to stay out so late, but surprise, surprise, he lot lost.  Luckily, he was able to stand riding another bus to get home.

He opened the door, dragged GIR inside, closed it behind him, and locked it. Unfortunately, the garden gnomes were down, no the defense of his home decreased dramatically. But for once, Zim didn’t care. He’d fix it in the morning. For now, he decided to go down into his base and work on his earlier plans.

Gaz and Tak
Anonymous

ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART