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kys

By posting in the /beg/ thread

>>3006937
i love the art
>blog?

Keep it up.

disappointed that its not animated

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and some throwups as well

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and finally some lower quality stuff im not super proud of

>>3002466
If people here knew of better places, they'd be there and not here.

That said, I too am interested. More than critique, I want a good community for networking.

>>3002466
Forums are dead and social media is shit. If you get lucky you might find a good private discord group, but it will be hard to find as the public ones are shit.

>>3002468
reddit

>>3006893
surface to my knowledge doesn't have any pressure sensitivity - it only has 'on' and 'off' - only usable for vector-styled drawings and taking notes.

>>3006896
It has less sensitivity than wacom, but it still has a decent amount to draw with. Its 3 main faults compared to wacom is longer latency, jitter on slow strokes, and higher activation force needed to trigger.

>>3006893
Wacom > Paper > iPad Pro > Surface
By very large margins. Surface is barelly ok for drawing some notes and graphics in class. Its not even usefull to do some sketches and will lag and jitter all over the place.

Also don't fall for the ads where they show them doing some storkes on finished paintings. Its jut painfull in the ass and you dont get paid by Apple or Microsoft to endure it as opposed to the artists in the ads. Go to a shop and try them out before wasting money.

>>3004268
post in beginner thread

>>3004270
^

>>3004268
Did you mean to post this in the princess thread?

>>3004191
Fucking shit
Why?

i can draw a hyper realistic super over exposed photo

>>3004195
i guess not. Because our brain is not capable.

>>3000981
i'm down

mods please keep thread...

>>3000981
Should have just started the thread with the picture. The style meme thing is ruined for everyone now because of that faggot spammer and just attracts shitposters, but we had "draw something based on pic related" threads long before the style meme threads.

>>3000981
SAGE, REPORT, HIDE

fucking cancer

>>3007350
>>3007350
Alex Jones has something that looks like that in his sstudio. Watch the show maybe it's the same one.
www.infowars.com/show

>>3007350
Portrait de Marie Gabrielle de Gramont.

Found the cow painting and then it lead to the original.

>>3007374
aww that's lame i actually knew the picture and now my showing off has been usurped, the artist was a lady, she did a very famous painting of mary antoinette. elizebeth lebrun

me see many kitty head
good job
but need loomoo

>>3005585
>>3005603
This was so funny I laughed.

Go carve this in the beginners wall

>>3004998
he cant do either though

>>3004998
of course you're right.

please don't shill your videos tho senpai. I like you and your videos and seeing you shilling on here hurts my soul. You're better than this

>>3005009
Yeah, if I wanted to follow art advice from someone who can't draw, I would ask nosebro for a redline

>>3004497
Did you try googling images of London? Or France or Germany?

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>>3004524

>asks for middle east references...
>posts white women.

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>>3007062

>op
Erad himself, while vile of spirt, was not vile of flesh. A handsome man despite being past his prime. He set himself on a throne of snow white ivory, inlaid with gold, and jewels. His raiment as fine a hue of crimson, as his hands. Whilst promise of replacing the people’s cuffs of iron with bracelets of gold thrust him onto throne, it was not long before the people found, that he’d merely made their chains the weight of gold.
Erad had four great vices in this world. The first three seemed to embody the nature of his retainers. They were his lust of wealth, lust of blood, and lust of women. While all of which, where the fuel for the fires, of the hell in which he bestowed, his final one was fuel for his own hell. This, the eye in a swirling torrent, of horrors was his desire to always be right. Oh, the depths of depravity Erad would plunge, to convince others of his omniscience, were as mole dwellings next to pits to hell, when contrasted with the depths he would go to convince himself. Erad, who would oft after slaying, a retainer for uttering correct contrastments, would then not even find comfort in his gilded bed, nor harem of maidens. ‘Twas, this very gem of depravity, which led to the demise of his bride, and Queen. Whilst his Atlan, could weather the might of a legion, and his Soro, turn ash into gold, only his Delphine could steady his nerve, with honeyed lies sweet as his own.

>op
Alas, as waves oft creep, before crash, the crest of Erad’s rule came to pass on a normal night of vice, and tyranny in the throne room. He sat half in slumber whilst on his snowy throne, spying maidens dancing, in front of the crackling fireplace, casting mesmerizing shadows upon the floor. At their desk beside the throne, Soro scribbled away at his ledgers, whilst Delphine wrote perfumed letters of false pretenses to the other lords in the land. Erad’s most trusted bodyguard Hector, watched as Erad’s harem preformed with lustful envy. Just as Erad was slipping into dream, a crashing bang shook the room, and the cold night air nearly snuffed the fire. Standing in the doorway was Atlan. The room went silent, save for the sound of blood trickling on the stone floor from the head Atlan carried toward the throne. The only one seemingly unfazed by the spectacle was Erad himself, who slowly reseated himself into a lax lean. As Atlan approached the throne, Erad started into a slow, near mocking clap.

>op
In a manner of mockery only one so vile as Erad could conceive, he asked unto Atlan “oh, did you do as I asked, and thin your network of former compatriots?” Atlan, who had been convinced into service of the former king’s false grace, had by now long realized that he had repeated his old folly once more, and was thus unsurprised by the response, and at first unmoved. He held the head of his former peer high, and then dropped it onto the floor. Erad then pointed to one of the dancers, and snapped his fingers. The horrified girl then picked up the head, and rushed it back outside, as her fellow dancers rushed to clean the mess. A smirk went across Erad’s face as he asked “do I sense a hint of defiance?” Atlan after all of this time finally felt he had to speak. “I’ve killed for you, bled for you, betrayed for you, all the while thinking, that it’s what was best for the people. Yet you’ve sat here, and whored, and butchered, and cheated this nation, into an even greater hell, than I thought possible. All the while my warriors have fought to put you on that throne, and what have you done? Fornicated with women, and spoken.” Hector who had long hated, and envied Atlan, started to rush forward, only to be halted by a lazy wave of hand by Erad, who then said to Atlan. “Oh, do you intend to kill me, like your former master? Dog” To this Atlan replied “no, I’ve learned what treason brings. You taught me of that.” Erad grinned, and said “you’d be amazed what women, and words can do” With this Erad, waved his hand in dismissal towards Atlan, who bowed, turned, and departed.