It's not particularly bad or anything but there are some flaws that you should work on. When drawing people it's a prudent decision to study up a tad on foreshortening because creating depth is what make the difference between it looking bad or good in some cases. I also suggest a quick study on bone structure and musculature. Once you know how those work you can build anything you want on top of the template and it helps to prevent the blob-like shapelessness I see here. You could do to consider doing hair differently but it isn't truly necessary. The issues I site are really nothing that practice will not remedy.
I am pretty close to astounded here. The paper is a bit messed up but the work itself is pretty near perfectly done. The level of detail is good and the cleanness of the work overall is laudable. I'd only suggest finishing the body on the right and, if it's to your liking, adding a background at this point. It's really not bad at all.
Are you aware that the process to produce hydrogen, electrolysis, consumes a lot of energy and produces pollution in itself? Also, your logic is skewed in saying that it'll repair the ozone layer. There is already a surplus of ground level Ozone the problem is this substance doesn't float high into the atmosphere as you say. The two kinds of oil you're talking about are different. Petroleum used for fuel and oil used for other purposes are not the same things. People would under your scenario have to buy the hydrogen and would thus have the same problem as with petroleum. The hydrogen fuel cell has been a long time coming but it's hardly the panacea you make it out to be.
It's funny that I missed these last year because I went away for a while. Not that it's a fat that makes a difference. I just found it inordinately odd for a quick moment.
The first three are highly doubtful, the last is a joke so I'll disregard it. The real problem is we wouldn't have Mormon jokes anyways.
Best known for his incredibly successful collaboration with Ohba Tsugumi known as Death Note. He also served as artist for Hikaru no Go and several other works. He seems to be drawn to ideas others might find strange and possibly somewhat disturbing. It's unclear how much influence he as the artist has over the stories he tells but it's clear that they all share a common thread, a bit of his own artistry beyond the pictures. He's one of the most well known and acclaimed mangaka world wide and has proven himself worthy of such lauding. So what do you think of the man?
Solara Scythe and Throne Knocker don't look like keyblades at all. They look like normal weapons. A thing most people forget when making their own keyblades for some reason is the fact that they are all basically standard multipurpose swords with a full hand guard, that is the template for every blade ever shown before and I see no reason to throw it out and still call it a keyblade. That aside, these are fine, it's just your Fly Biter looks ugly.
Good for you.
Clarify for a second, what are you talking about?
That's total crap. I still can't fly.
Dude man, it still escapes logical explanation why I'm posting here.
We know this applies to you Kitty. I kid, twas a mere jest.
First of all, your style seems a bit immature, there is no depth and the characters are very flat. I also seem to notice the eyes on your drawing tend to be too large. Try to downsize that, it'll look better. Other small things like body structure can't really be seen too well in the given picture but that's another things people tend to have trouble working with. So overall there is really nothing bad about this so much as it is clear that you are an amateur that doesn't put a huge amount of concentration and effort in. Practice will make this less apparent, but if you are content with your style as is, that is your own prerogative.
Would you rather spend one night in Bangkok or have a holiday in Cambodia?
I've been going a bit on the short side recently because chapters are pretty much broken up into scenes. I'd also like to point out that I have barely gotten anywhere with this this summer, I feel stupid, but hey, I got this much and that's not bad for me. I haven't been getting comments so I'm wondering if anyone reads anymore... I guess I'll just keep going to chronicle my work. Well enjoy if you actually care. Door 10: A Welcome to Hell Hours passed slowly but not to the point where they dragged. From time to time Callum would fiddle with the key in his pocket or look over his shoulder to find the car exactly as it had been the last time he’d looked. Even through the long wait not a word was spoken, the chattering had ceased long ago and there was a quiet resting over the room, punctuated only by the turn of a page or the exhale of a breath. The peace was a welcome change for the three travelers, and it was certainly not unwelcome to the other passengers of the train. In the well furnished sitting room that defied the laws of physics by simply existing the environment seemed to change over time, one moment you’d be sitting next to a bookshelf and the next you’d notice it had upped and shifted across the room of it‘s own accord and decided to rearrange all the books on it‘s shelves and trade several with the next book case over. Then there was the butler. He could seem to appear and disappear at will and, with an eerie silence accompanying all of his actions, brought all manners of food and drink out of what was possibly an adjoining room, not that anyone could be sure. There was but the one door and no sign of any kind of kitchen or logical source of these sporadically available edibles in the train. The deep darkness outside the train didn’t look like much more than a dark wall, it had no depth nor did it have any variation or distinguishing characteristics to tell one part from another, and yet Callum still looked at it exactingly as the hours passed by. The nearly imperceptible rumble of the wheels on the track and the slight vibrations of movement were somewhat calming to the boy as he let himself slide slowly into a dreamlike state as he watched the great blackness pass by. He was rudely awakened from this pseudo slumber when the train come to a stop once again. This time it was his, theirs. He slowly let the awakening begin and the sleepy halcyon fade. On the other side of the car Church was the quickest one to the door, leaving no time for conversation or diversions. He stood at the door fidgeting as Daniels lifted his hat from over his face and lazily lumbered over to the exit as one with a much heavier build would. Church made to grasp the handle and free himself of what could have only been a great torment to him when Daniels looked back and made a slight bow to the Brookes and the butler. “Well, you gentlepeople have been fine hosts and conductors for us, I hope we can meet again some time. Let’s not wait until the end of the world to get back together though.†Daniels yawned and then opened the door revealing a large misty plain of slate-like, scrubby ground that terminated in craggy cliffs far in the distance. “Thanks for the ride, be sure to get home alright.†Callum said as he exited the car after the ever so tacit Church. The three itinerant comrades could only watch in amazement as the train seemed to phase itself straight through another of the strange walls, leaving no signs that it had ever existed in that realm. “We can all thank god, heaven, providence, and fortune that this experience has come to an end.†Church spat acidly. He turned himself squarely around and began walking towards the foreboding cliffs. After a brief paused his inhaled deeply. “Well, let’s welcome ourselves, to the greatest graveyard in Escher. We are now in the Lateral Enigma.†“Alright then, what now?†Callum asked bluntly. “Daniels?†Church inquired with a hint of skepticism gliding through his voice. “We make our way to the Wall.†He pointed to the cliffs. Through the others hadn’t taken notice the craggy cliffs in the distance were crowned with a great stonework wall that reached up through the mist and into the sky without any end in sight. “On the northernmost side there’s a door that will, no matter what, lead into the Central Enigma.†“That’s it?†Callum questioned, he was bewildered at the simplicity of the task given the horror stories he’d heard. “The Lateral Enigma surrounds all of the Central and extends over a thousand miles in every direction. If I’m not wrong, we’re on the south side and those cliffs are over a hundred miles away.†Church said grimly. “True, we’re far off but, this time of year, if we move quickly we’ll get to the town of None in less than a day. From there we may be able to get a better view of where we are and how to move accordingly.†Daniels stated very definitively. “You’ve been here only once you said?†Church asked quietly. “Yes, for about a half a year, I wandered around here, nearly died every time I went out but I got a map of the place in my mind and the experience of the few people who are forced to live in this little outpost of humanity.†Daniels replied soberly, his usual demeanor had been shattered when he entered this new world, it was clear that this place held no fond memories for him. “We’d better get going. Church, Callum, in this place Locks are just like ordinary weapons to these people, and what’s more they’re pretty much all have a higher standard of strength than on the outside, so remember that you can’t cause any trouble here, got it?†“Naturally.†Church said almost immediately. “Yeah.†Callum replied tensely. He felt as if he’d only gotten himself into an even worse situation for something he barely even cared to know, it was a frightening feeling. However, the little part of him that was curious about that lost day and the end of the fight with Daniels was enough for him to nod and slog onwards. And so the three far from intrepid travelers moved onwards through the mist towards what looked at the time like it could have an almost perfect column of heavy stone far to the east. Soon enough though they were able to see it for what it truly was. It was a marker that signaled the beginning of their journey through hell.
Hang on a tic. I think I may have missed something, what does "I feel so confused, about do" mean? I may be being slow or this actually may no make sense. Other than a minor misunderstanding I like this a bit, not on technical merit or anything else that I don't really understand, I just like it a little for some reason.
Faruken Punche!!! or Tezuka Zone?
Who lies? Me?
I will look at them lovingly every hour for the rest of my life, thanks.
Yeah, repeat the guy on top of you and act like that makes you all the wittier.
