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Did a very quick lil sketchy warm-up/practice of the ghostbusters gang! Mostly to play around with finding the right colours and getting the facial features right. (Did NOT succeed with Spengler, sadly)

Original/reference under the cut

Hey with all the piracy going on, be careful

you don’t know what could have a virus, don’t blindly trust random people on tumblr/twitter offering free cartoons!

that reminder at the bottom is more of a guideline, rather than a hard rule. anyways color theory is really complicated but this is some good knowledge to build off of if its something you struggle with. 

also: if youre making a palette with only analogous colors/monochrome, the “stronger” color would probably be the lighter one, tho its often conditional.

also also: its generally more important to make an object a color that fits the palette, rather than a color that’s “accurate”. for example, tree leaves are green, but if making them blue fits the palette better, make them blue. if a certain color doesn’t fit the palette but needs to be used, desaturate it and it’ll blend in better. or hue shift it, or if youre working digitally, plop an overlay layer on top of it and its usually fine

also also also: yes i know i put the no ass luigi pic in here as an example. dont talk to me about it

best of luck!

Teen and up. Gen. 3,669 words

A Hollow Voice (3669 words) by FieldofRoses2992

A robot Marie stumbles upon a broken and dying android in the middle of a drizzle and decides to do whatever she can to help, despite everything telling her it would be worthless to do so.

Helloooo! I made a rather self-indulgent fic centered around the Robo Doctor au and I figured you guys might enjoy it quite a bit! It is a little bit sad, so do be careful!

RD Possession AU Intern (Aka Mal Prachett’s terrible horrible no good very bad day)

Mini Fic under the cut

It had been a couple days since the beginning of the possession epidemic. Having lost Ada yesterday, Ian had come to accept his lot in life as the final girl. The Intern had been working seemingly without sleep for days to help those afflicted with little progress. Their robotic proxy made them much more resistant to attacks than Ian, thus making them the perfect scout while Ian toiled away in the lab trying to figure just what the hell had befallen Middlesea Hospital. A knock at the door told him they were back. That, or one of the possessed was trying to trick him again. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ada do a cartwheel towards the lab entrance. Apparently she could do cartwheels? Cool? He cleared his throat, attention still glued to his laptop screen. “Can you please make sure your not letting someone like Lucky in?”

“You mean Unlucky?”

“That seems like kind of a mean nickname for your tastes, Ada.”

“His face and arm and brain are broken. Pretty darn unlucky if you ask me!”

“I guess. If it is him can you at least try not to piss him off even more?”

“No promises!” Ada winked and gave her purple clown nose a little honk. At least her reality-defying slapstick powers made her a surprisingly competent guard dog. “Who’s there?~” In response, she got a series of short and long beeps. Morse code. Thankfully, Ian knew it well enough to decipher on the fly. Normally Ada wasn’t fluent at all, but the cartoon logic she was now ruled by dictated that she understood them just fine.

<Intern.>

“Intern who?”

<Query: Is there another intern at this facility?>

“Um um- Ian can you think of a pun? Well’s run dry here!” Ian had joined Ada by the door now. Something about the way the Intern was talking caused a pit of dread to form in his gut. Please God please not them too. He braced himself as the heavy metal door slid back. He was immediately flashbanged by the Intern’s entire screen being lit up in bright purple. With a small yelp he slammed the door right back shut.

“NO NO NO! ADA! How am I supposed to do this alone?!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Ada gave her nose another honk as Ian practically melted onto the floor. It was all over. They were all screwed. Smile wavering faintly, Ada sat next to him. No sincere words would come to her, so she instead laid a hand on his shoulder. It was fun to be possessed, sure, but she didn’t need fun right now. She needed to help Ian. It was just so hard not to get distracted. Even now energy coursed through her. She wanted to get up and run laps around the building and bounce off the walls. It took every ounce of the little restraint she had left just to keep her mouth shut. After a few moments of self-imposed torture another knock came to spare her mercy. She popped right back up like a jack-in-the-box and cupped her hands together giddily. “Who is it?~”

<It is still the intern.>

“It is still the intern wh-“

“Go away.” Ian’s face was buried in his arms. His voice was muffled, hoarse, and maybe a tad bitter.

<I have succumbed to possession.> There was a pause for a response, but none was given. Soon enough, they continued. <I am unable to access my emotions. I have been reduced to pure logic. My running theory is that the entity responsible for this epidemic enjoys ironic twists of fate, as most patients assume me to be a robot upon first contact.> Ian had covered his ears by now. Ada, however, seemed to have debated whether they passed some unknown vibe check. <My alliances and goals remain intact. I can still provide aid.> With that, the door opened once more. Ada waved, her hand on the button.

“Be on your best behavior, Sparky. I’d hate to look like a clown for letting you in.” She snickered, then moved to give the Intern a lookover. Ian cowered, half-heartedly accepting his incoming tragic fate. He’d really thought they’d be immune. Did the possession really get them through internet connection? This thing could take over the entire world if it wanted. His spiral was cut off by a gentle pat on the head. He flinched as Ada and the Intern loomed over him. “My friend here could use a hand, or a leg I guess.” Against his better judgment, Ian’s eyes made their way down the Intern’s metal torso. Although their posture was perfectly rigid, at about where the knee would be, their left teg had been completely torn off. Wires hung loose and oil dripped slowly from the jagged wound. Next, his eyes jumped to the Intern’s extending arm. Their hand gripped the broken leg tightly. Oil covered their silicone fingers. It was almost grizzly to look at.

“Oh-Oh my God. What happened?”

<Mrs. Stevenson’s denchers are of exceptional quality. My aluminum chassis were of no match.>

“Jeez- ok- I can help. You promise not to turn on me?”

<I am currently unable to lie. My alliances and goals remain intact. I can still provide aid.>

“That’s good, maybe. I don’t know. Get on the table. That has to hurt.

<I cannot feel pain.>

“I mean, yeah, but…” Ian trailed off. The screen was still glowing purple. The Intern’s camera feed hadn’t been playing at all. He had no idea what this all looked like on their side. “Can you… turn off the rhythm doctor program? Maybe you can get some rest while I fix up your proxy.”

<Negative. I am trapped.>

“What do you- Intern are you in the robot? Did the possession do this to you?!”

<Negative. It did not.>

“Intern, what does that mean?”

<Low power.>

“Intern?! What do you mean by trapped?!”

<Entering sleep mode.>

“Intern!” The robotic body siezed and stiffened. The screen slowly flashed the black outline of a low battery symbol. Mouth agape, Ian looked to Ada, then back at the body. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but speak up.

“Hmm. Do they take double As?” In response, Ian slammed his head on the metal table. He really shouldn’t have gone to med school.

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So now I have to reblog stuff AND change my pfp?

Well, of course that’s up to you! I just want to explain why you may have been already blocked by an artist/blogger you may have discovered recently, and how you can avoid it in the future.

Reblogging does help creators more than likes because your reblogs will show up on the dash of those that may follow you. Plus, reblogging puts that post on your own blog, and in case the original gets deleted or edited by the OP, it’ll be on your blog like that–forever (or until you delete your blog). Nice.

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Attention anyone who needs hairstyle references

I want to introduce all of you to this amazing place called the ukhairdressers style gallery.

It’s basically a massive database full of high-quality images of different hairstyles. I mean, look at all the options in that sidebar (and part of it’s cut off):

In total they have 976 pages of hairstyles with about 17 styles each, that’s about 16592 hairstyles to look at. 

Look at all the stuff they’ve got! Long hair:

Short hair:

Straight hair:

Curly hair:

Afro hair:

Men’s hair:

Hair on older models:

Extra-fancy hair:

Even crazy avant-garde hair:

So if you need help with designing a character or you just want to practice drawing hair, this is a fantastic resource.