impressivelypredictable

impressivelypredictable:

Value, Contrast, and Composition

Of course, this isn’t the whole of it, but a basic overview of why values should be chosen and placed thoughtfully in an illustration.

Feel free to ask me about it if anything isn’t clear or you want more info.

Someone made a thing for me to help me out!  Maybe others could also use this information

The artwork in the picture is by me.

My wall of things people send me is growing!  I’m so happy to have even one of these amazing artworks!
The only thing that is not an original is the picture of Poltergeist under the large framed picture.  I just like that one a lot.

My wall of things people send me is growing!  I’m so happy to have even one of these amazing artworks!

The only thing that is not an original is the picture of Poltergeist under the large framed picture.  I just like that one a lot.

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Clink… Shhhhhhh… A sigh of what could only be described as boredom. Again she was here, held against her muscled prisoner, heat emanating from under the ebony surface. She didn’t like heat though, alabaster skin feeling singed under it, as cold on the outside as inside. She was Porcelain after all, sensitive, fragile in appearance but durable from the flames that had birthed her. 
Two ebony eyes looked up from their contemplation of the chains holding her, seeing nothing but the reddish mass that acted as the mind of her ‘protector.’ It was hard to tell if it slept or was awake, no eyes to look at, no expressions. Just there. One small hand pressed to the chest, a flare of light that noted it felt that but no other signal of it possibly being awake….
Again she pushed gently, just enough to pry some of her body from it, attemtpting to slide around the chains. Grinding came from the tight chains where they crossed and she froze, watching so intently. As the light flare faded she moved again, process seeming to come at the price of her patience, which she had so little of. Just a little more… A little… Clink! With a soft thud she crouched on the ground freed from the chains and still the large shadow never seemed to move. 
Looking about she spotted the thin sheath of a dress she wore in its mighty grip… to try for it was the question. As a growl rumbled from inside, tha hunger that drove her to escape so often, it seemed so unnessecary. She needed nourishment, and she wanted it now. Uncaring of her dress she left the small cavern, stretching as she entered into the rocky halls and paths of hell. Porcelain would find her food no matter what way she went so she closed those black eyes, listening… ears giving the slightest twitch she could hear so much, fire crackling, rocks grinding and cracking under the heat and pressure, and finally the sound of other beings. Demons no doubt here but there was music, something interesting was just up the road… And so was food…
A smile cracking that smooth face, eyes opened with a glint of light in them, an excitement flooding from gut to fingertips and toes. Then like the nymph she appeared to be she dashed along the craggy ground, somehow avoiding the points that seemed to strive for the soles of those slender feet. Thrill turned into a hunters instinct as she neared, a giggle trapped in her throat from her elation. 
Now there was a scent to the sound making her mouth water even though she wouldn’t ingest there, no just merely absorb it through her skin. Thinking about the meal awaiting made her unaware that she was no longer alone until she heard something slithering. Spinning on her toes, eyes narrowed on… Well lets just say this thing wasn’t all that appealing, face split down the center down into a cruel smile. 
Not even really attempting to escape the being it wrapped the slithering appendage about her frail looking form, lifting her from the ground. 
"What an appealing little gift! So human in appearance little demon. What is your name?" He hoped for some childish naivete but she merely glared at him for that, eliciting a gurgling chuckle from deep in it’s throat. "Very well, I’ll just wring it out of you… Or your essence. Either way, you’re mine now."
If he had only looked he would have seen that glimmer in the depths of those pits glow more, she had what she wanted. The powers surging through the tentacle about her forcing her stretched out against her will, the power encouraging a response of fear and pleasure. Oh, it would not find fear but pleasure wouldn’t be hard to miss as her eyes closed, skin turning to ice at the points it connected to the demon. 
A shiver passed along her pale skin, taking in every surge that was coming out through the appendage, that inner hunger demanding more. All of it. Yes, every last drop. 
Before she knew it she was laying on the ground, clinging to the tentacle as the demon that had seemed so proud and powerful was on its hands and knees, gasping, grasping as its shrinking chest muscles. 
"What are you doing?! LITTLE WHORE I WILL KILL YOU!" 
But it was an empty threat, unable to hardly move, as the skin grew icier by the moment and began to gain a glow like shined Porcelain. She would not let this meal go, she was going to take all of his powers, keep them in the shell of her body, she would need these. She would need all she could get and nothing could stop her, noth-. 
An earth rumbling sound came from behind her, snapping her back into reality, dropping the tentacle and scrabbling to her feet, hands behind her back, head down. Porcelain knew exactly who was there as chains scraped over the ground and a large ebony fist came down to end the sad demons suffering. Then it grabbed her, that low rumble emitting again to show it was agitated, reddish bands a glow with heat at its frustration… But they cooled before she knew it as it pulled her up into her chain prison on its chest. 
"I do this for your own good. Stay where I put you or I will give you a cage." 
That would be all it would say, whispering through her mind only as he tried to protect her from the urges within and all from her abilities. With what she could only interpret as a sigh he turned and moved away from the withered, ashen mess of her meal, thudding over the sharp rocks and back to the cavern. 
As she laid there against it, skin burning once more she wondered what was wrong with what she liked. She was just a balance in the system, right? But then there was still something that nagged at her mind, almost like a guilt from a life long past…. Staring down at the chains that held her once more she contemplated this as her ‘protector’ took her back. She would get free again though… Soon… Very soon.
Story written by Jessica Eaton-Massingham. 

Clink… Shhhhhhh… A sigh of what could only be described as boredom. Again she was here, held against her muscled prisoner, heat emanating from under the ebony surface. She didn’t like heat though, alabaster skin feeling singed under it, as cold on the outside as inside. She was Porcelain after all, sensitive, fragile in appearance but durable from the flames that had birthed her. 

Two ebony eyes looked up from their contemplation of the chains holding her, seeing nothing but the reddish mass that acted as the mind of her ‘protector.’ It was hard to tell if it slept or was awake, no eyes to look at, no expressions. Just there. One small hand pressed to the chest, a flare of light that noted it felt that but no other signal of it possibly being awake….

Again she pushed gently, just enough to pry some of her body from it, attemtpting to slide around the chains. Grinding came from the tight chains where they crossed and she froze, watching so intently. As the light flare faded she moved again, process seeming to come at the price of her patience, which she had so little of. Just a little more… A little… Clink! With a soft thud she crouched on the ground freed from the chains and still the large shadow never seemed to move. 

Looking about she spotted the thin sheath of a dress she wore in its mighty grip… to try for it was the question. As a growl rumbled from inside, tha hunger that drove her to escape so often, it seemed so unnessecary. She needed nourishment, and she wanted it now. Uncaring of her dress she left the small cavern, stretching as she entered into the rocky halls and paths of hell. Porcelain would find her food no matter what way she went so she closed those black eyes, listening… ears giving the slightest twitch she could hear so much, fire crackling, rocks grinding and cracking under the heat and pressure, and finally the sound of other beings. Demons no doubt here but there was music, something interesting was just up the road… And so was food…

A smile cracking that smooth face, eyes opened with a glint of light in them, an excitement flooding from gut to fingertips and toes. Then like the nymph she appeared to be she dashed along the craggy ground, somehow avoiding the points that seemed to strive for the soles of those slender feet. Thrill turned into a hunters instinct as she neared, a giggle trapped in her throat from her elation. 

Now there was a scent to the sound making her mouth water even though she wouldn’t ingest there, no just merely absorb it through her skin. Thinking about the meal awaiting made her unaware that she was no longer alone until she heard something slithering. Spinning on her toes, eyes narrowed on… Well lets just say this thing wasn’t all that appealing, face split down the center down into a cruel smile. 

Not even really attempting to escape the being it wrapped the slithering appendage about her frail looking form, lifting her from the ground. 

"What an appealing little gift! So human in appearance little demon. What is your name?" He hoped for some childish naivete but she merely glared at him for that, eliciting a gurgling chuckle from deep in it’s throat. "Very well, I’ll just wring it out of you… Or your essence. Either way, you’re mine now."

If he had only looked he would have seen that glimmer in the depths of those pits glow more, she had what she wanted. The powers surging through the tentacle about her forcing her stretched out against her will, the power encouraging a response of fear and pleasure. Oh, it would not find fear but pleasure wouldn’t be hard to miss as her eyes closed, skin turning to ice at the points it connected to the demon. 

A shiver passed along her pale skin, taking in every surge that was coming out through the appendage, that inner hunger demanding more. All of it. Yes, every last drop. 

Before she knew it she was laying on the ground, clinging to the tentacle as the demon that had seemed so proud and powerful was on its hands and knees, gasping, grasping as its shrinking chest muscles. 

"What are you doing?! LITTLE WHORE I WILL KILL YOU!" 

But it was an empty threat, unable to hardly move, as the skin grew icier by the moment and began to gain a glow like shined Porcelain. She would not let this meal go, she was going to take all of his powers, keep them in the shell of her body, she would need these. She would need all she could get and nothing could stop her, noth-. 

An earth rumbling sound came from behind her, snapping her back into reality, dropping the tentacle and scrabbling to her feet, hands behind her back, head down. Porcelain knew exactly who was there as chains scraped over the ground and a large ebony fist came down to end the sad demons suffering. Then it grabbed her, that low rumble emitting again to show it was agitated, reddish bands a glow with heat at its frustration… But they cooled before she knew it as it pulled her up into her chain prison on its chest. 

"I do this for your own good. Stay where I put you or I will give you a cage." 

That would be all it would say, whispering through her mind only as he tried to protect her from the urges within and all from her abilities. With what she could only interpret as a sigh he turned and moved away from the withered, ashen mess of her meal, thudding over the sharp rocks and back to the cavern. 

As she laid there against it, skin burning once more she wondered what was wrong with what she liked. She was just a balance in the system, right? But then there was still something that nagged at her mind, almost like a guilt from a life long past…. Staring down at the chains that held her once more she contemplated this as her ‘protector’ took her back. She would get free again though… Soon… Very soon.

Story written by Jessica Eaton-Massingham.