Some Of You Are Very Nice To Me And I Just Want To Say Thank You And I Love U

10/10 dad joke

Sounds about right lol

hot artists don't gatekeep

I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard

Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.

Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.

Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.

Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.

SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.

SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.

Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.

Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.

Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.

Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.

Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.

Writers. Could you reblog this if you edit as you go. I'm trying to see something

Home Alone

When a plate falls with a sharp clatter

To the ground unbroken, terror claws into

you and demands you to beg to a looming

Shadow on the freezing kitchen tiles:

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up. I’m so sorry.

Character Archetypes

Peace and blessings upon everyone!

I hope life's treating you well. I’m Esmeray and I welcome you to this post on my blog Dear Esmeray.

Today's post is for my fellow writers here. I'll be sharing with you character archetypes for you to use in your books.

The Warrior

The Child

The Orphan

The Guardian

The Mentor

The Caregiver

The Rebel

The Leader

The Ruler

The Lover

The Everyman

The Joker/Jester

The Explorer

The Hero

The Outlaw

The Villian

The Tyrant

The Bastard Child

The Sadist

The Evil Genius

The Terrorist

The Lunatic

The Black Widow

The Schemer

The Anti-Hero

The SideKick

The Traitor

I hope this post helped you assign an archetype to your beloved OCs or perhaps inspired your newest OC.

With love, Esmeray ♡

Those Who Betray Death

‘I was poisoned by my daughter,’ the woman tells Death. Her lips are bloody, her words choked out, past rattling lungs. Chintz teacups on the table—half-full of Oolong tea—are just out of her reach from her body on the floor, curling her body in a fetal position. Mara isn’t looking for sympathy, but Death gives it anyway.

It replies with the smile of an exhumed corpse of a nun—distantly kind past the grave. It has heard this story before, and this isn't where the story ends.

Death knows endings well but listens. You poisoned her ears first, it does not croon, corrupted her serpent tongue, then her greedy mouth. The human venom is poisonous to its own kind. She hears the truth anyway. Denial has no use in Death.

It bends low at the waist and kisses the woman's paper-skinned knuckles, tasting life's flesh and the faint pulse that precedes its domain—jackrabbiting at the touch. She is scared.

Once an empty hand, now not, Death holds a withered spider-lily in its hand, flourishes it out to her like magician at a child’s birthday party. Her daughter has left long ago. No one will be here to help, which is why Death is. A tear drips down her crow’s feet etched permanently around her eyes as she looks upon the flower with wonder.        

As she grasps the stem and pulls it close to her chest, she asks, ‘Have you ever been betrayed?’ What an odd question to ask a god-like entity, she thinks.

Death kneels in front of Mara—hardly the first of her name or the last—and sits cross-legged, like you would on your childhood friend’s bed at a slumber party. It replies matter-of-factly, ‘Yes.’

When it picks her up, it’s head lingers in the direction of the cups. It lowers its head as if to look at her; she can’t see its eyes, so she cannot be sure, but she gets the sense that is the answer in itself. Her lips and fingernails turn blue to match her eyeshadow.

‘I know the time to collect each being. That is the promise made at the beginning of each beginning. I do not like those who hurry me,’ Death curls the corner of his top lip in half a sneer and half a snarl, ‘but never mind that, I will see them soon enough.’

That is the last thing Mara hears before her pulse fades, suspending her in Death’s domain.

“I am living a heartbreaking tragedy with my children in northern Gaza 💔. I lost my first child due to the harsh conditions, and now I fear losing my second child to hunger and the unforgiving cold 🥶. I haven’t eaten for three days, and my little one is crying from hunger while I stand helpless, unable to provide even a morsel to ease his pain 😢.

We are in urgent need of just $200 💵 to secure the basics of life—food and warmth 🥖🔥. This small amount means life and hope for us 🙏. I appeal to kind-hearted people to answer my call before it’s too late ⏳. Every helping hand is a lifeline 🤲, and my trust is in God first and then in your generosity.

May God bless your wealth and loved ones and reward you abundantly for any support you provide 🌟. You are our hope after God ❤️.”

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