She then discovered YouTube. She hasn’t made a peep since. God, what the hell is this going to do to my data plan?
I tried to get it back from her once.
Her teeth are damn sharp. Had to wrap a sock around my hand where she bit clean through it.
Used a moment of her laughing at a particularly cute cat video to grab a slice of pizza from a rusted pie plate. Probably shouldn’t even be eating this–here goes…
…
You know, that’s not bad for a pepperoni pie. Spice is just right, the crust has a nice crunch to it, I love the blend of cheeses, and it’s still pretty hot…
“What did I say about the pizza, Whimper?”
Buzz off, you, I’m eating.
“I said no pizza.”
And I said you’re not getting my phone, we see how that turned out, don’t we?
“Put it down.”
Or what?
Her tone is practically dumbfounded. “You really need to ask?”
I take another bite right in front of her, keeping keenly out of reach of her mouth.
“God! Look, we can be civilized about this.”
I put down the pizza when I get my phone back. This seems to give her pause.
“Fine, eat your damned slice. Besides, it’s your second night here. Time to show you around.”
Wait. Second night? But… I haven’t even been to sleep yet, and…
“Oh, yeah, forgot to mention; time is passing a little differently in here than it would outside. OOooh, what’s this… Facebook?”
Mangle, no. Put it down, seriously don’t look there…
“Says here you’re still single… have you even had a girlfriend?”
Stop it! I… I work a lot, I’m busy with projects and stuff!
“You’re really into this whole "Pony” thing, aren’t you?“
Well… yeah. Makes me laugh, cry, teaches life lessons…
"It’s meant for little girls, Whimper. You certainly don’t make the cut.”
Says the animatronic fox having a conversation with someone other than a child she was built to entertain.
Damn, she can hit hard. And that’s blood. Slashed my face open a little bit.
“Only I am allowed to make sarcastic, witty responses, you ancient relic.”
Ouch. Low blow. So, now what, Mangle, what about this “grand tour” you want to take me on?
“Yes, the tour! You get to meet the rest of the group. Maybe, if you don’t irritate me too much, we’ll even say hello to my dear friend Springtrap. You know about him, don’t you?”
Only what… my friend told me about. That he’s… stinky, and… evil, and… well, you know.
“True. Well, let’s go say hello to Chica. I think she’ll be a little nicer.”
The walk through the hallways is… needless to say, unnerving. Yeah, there’s blood stains on the floor… my hand stings from the sock and the occasional breeze.
“Whimper, this is Chica. Chica, say hello to Whimper.”
Darn, this is good pizza…
“So you’re the new one… but, where’s your hat?”
“He didn’t come here for the job. He’s a tourist.”
“A… tourist.”
Chica looks at me and…
“A tourist.”
Okay, this has gone from bad to worse.
She then laughs. It’s the laugh of pure confusion mixed with domination, control.
there’s always gonna be someone better than you. try to work less on comparing yourself to their work and instead learning from them and turning envy into a personal challenge for your own stuff. i know its hard, trust me.
the best way to get better at art is to practice. there is no special trick to improving, no secret method. practice makes perfect is a tired old saying that im sure you dont want to hear but unfortunately, its true.
draw as much as you are able to. i wont say draw every day!!! because i know that there are folks that dont have this sort of luxury, whether it be because of physical or mental restrictions, or simply because they dont have time. draw whenever you can and have the strength to. try not to be too upset if you miss a day or a week or even months. shit happens, do the best you are able to.
if you get bored or stuck, try another way. change mediums if you can, flip the canvas, do something weird that you wouldnt normally do. sometimes this is the best way to un-stick yourself from art block.
dont be afraid to ask for help. this is so important! its ok to ask for assistance from other artists you admire (given that they have time to give pointers.) even if asking for help is straight up asking for a redline of your work, its ok to ask for it. improvement doesnt come without outside assistance, more often than not.
references are 100% a legitimate resource. i’m not really sure where the idea came from that real artists dont use references, but its not true. every renaissance painter used references in the form of in-house models. disney artists use references of animals and people to correctly model and then correctly exaggerate their designs. you cant learn to draw the world around you without actually studying it. use references, even if its just google searching.
your art is not an island. you will pick up styles from other people like tape picks up pet hair. its inevitable, and its not something that should be seen as a negative. artists inspire other artists. use your discretion, and study what you like about another artist’s work. every artist’s style is a mashup of a hundred other artists. its ok, experiment.
youre not going to make masterpieces all the time. youre gonna suck more often than not. but youre putting effort into something you enjoy and in the process you are getting better, slowly but surely. you arent going to see your stuff improve overnight, be patient.
please be kind to yourself. you are making a unique form of artistic expression, regardless whether you see it that way or not. youre doing fine, please keep going and pat yourself on the back for getting this far.
Reblogging to myself because I need to remember this and pull the tablet out of the drawer and draw something, even if it looks like garbage.
So, I’ve been posting a bit after discovering a friend’s Tumblr blog and becoming inspired by the content presented there. Now, up until I had been exposed to said content I wouldn’t have considered posting and/or talking about it; my previous reaction would have been to ignore it and focus on something else because of my sadly shallow depth in the genre of video games that I play/have played.
There’s a chance I’m making far too much of this and seeing a problem where none exists, but the more I think about what I’m writing the more it feels to me that my motivations behind this content I’m creating/imagining aren’t right as it’s too closely following the concept the other blog is creating. Due to the mod’s work schedule, I haven’t had the chance to talk with them about this and get their feelings on what I’m doing and if it’s something that they could perceive is simple flattery or if I’m crossing a line and trying to do something they’re already investing hours of time writing, editing, and processing in.
Again, I’m… probably making far too big a deal of this, but I thought it was fair to say what I’m feeling before I go on with other posts.
So… this is the kitchen. Looks like it’s… seen better days.
They mentioned something about the “Night Guard” and locked me in here.
I keep hearing this scratching from the ceilings… or the walls.
Every time I go for my phone it gets louder.
It’s really dark in here.
But I smell pizza. And I’m hungry.
What could it really hurt? I mean, I know what they’re supposed to be. I’ve seen the game, I’ve played the game…
… okay, once, and after my first playthrough, I set it to the side.
Feeling around on the walls… my eyes haven’t quite adjusted to the darkness yet.
… dammitwhatwasthatnoise?
*crackling static*
Who’s there? Dammit, someone tell me what’s going on!
“You’re either really brave or really stupid. I’m going with really stupid thinking you were brave. You know who I am, don’t you?”
Uhh… can’t say your name or your voice is familiar.
“Yes. Really stupid. Really, really stupid. I should just send Chica in here to deal with you, but… she’s busy teasing the newest Night Guard.”
Yeah…. did that once, the pay was bad and I’m not that good on the night shift.
“So you just… what, waltzed by one day and thought “Oh, this looks like a perfect place to just visit?” Did you even know we were hiring? And… what’s that ridiculous shirt you’re wearing?”
I like Ponies. Yeah, I know, I’m old and should be doing “grown-up” things, but… hell with it, I like them.
“Riiiiiiiiight. Well, if you were thinking about having any of the pizza, you can forget about it. You won’t be needing it in a little while.”
But I’m hungry.… it’s been four hours since I had something to eat.
“Pleasetell me you’re not going to whine… it’s bad enough when the kids do it, but a grown-up? I might even throw up, and I don’t have a stomach!”
Fine. No pizza, then. So now what?
“You have a name or should I just call you “Whimper”?”
Nolan.
“Whimper is it then. Now, that phone of yours…”
You’ll have to kill me before you get this phone from me.
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