#Doodled this with a mouse on the school computers

[skittle-is-little]

i drew my weird kanaya again but on the school computers

[sehtoast]

Satisfy Me (Homelander x Reader PowerSwap!AU)

18+ | 3.4k, stalking, masturbation, mostly mutual masturbation, graphic violence, powerswap au, gender neutral reader | Fic Directory

Ask Prompt: Non supe hl x HL reader. Like the reader has his powers, and he's just a regular guy.

You find him by chance. Could've been any of those little ants down on 36 assigned to your old suit's preservation, but it was him. 

What an ordinary fellow he was, too, running around in those little blue sweaters over his dress shirts, his soft box-dye-blonde hair, those pretty blue eyes behind dark framed glasses. It drove you nuts, but that was the best part. 

John was the best part. 

You fixated on him from the moment you saw how he handled a literal part of you, how he touched your suit with care and grace, expressed how much of an honor it was to be picked to take care of you. 

And you? You were bigger than life itself! The fucking Homelander, for crying out loud. Of course he should be honored to preserve and maintain your old suit; it's you for fuck’s sake. So why was it that his anxious little demeanor was so endearing to you?  What was it that made his promise to keep something of yours in tip-top shape turn him into the center of your attention?

Why did you find yourself lingering on 36 far more often? Going down with the excuse of wanting to see progress on the display, but really just wanting to see him, talk to him, learn about him. 

Your gloved hand on his shoulder makes him nervous. You can hear his heart beat as quickly as a hummingbird’s wings as he glances up at you. His cortisone spikes, but not in the wrong way. You rile him up. 

It's adorable. 

You begin to watch him. You follow him along the route of the subway, trail him from his stop to the school where he picks up his son, then to his apartment. You float up at the same pace that they ascend the stairs until you're lingering outside the window to his bedroom, watching him sleep. 

This becomes your routine, and god help anyone who tries to take you away from it.  

You sneak in a few times when no one’s home. Roam between rooms, investigating every little piece of his life. You borrow a sip or several from the milk in the fridge, peek at the living room, investigate the bathroom. You learn the boy's name is Ryan from the little wooden letters mounted on the wall above his bed. There's not much of note in the kid's room save for action figures, lego sets, and a few stick figure doodles labeled ‘me and dad.’

John's room is where you have your fun. You start at his desk, sifting through papers and soon-to-be-due bills. You wiggle the mouse at his computer and find his desktop background to be a picture of himself and Ryan. You're almost offended that it's not a picture of you and all your star-spangled glory. 

Almost. There's better things to do than care about that. 

There's a closet full of clothes to run your fingers over, a drawer of underwear from which you can pick your new favorite keepsake.  You settle on a pair of dark red briefs, holding them to your nose to inhale deeply, groaning as the scent of him fills your lungs.  You make your way over to the nightstand where you find a drawer with a stroker and lube hidden inside a ball of paper towels.  You smirk and toy with it for a time, tongue jutting out to lave over the inside, hoping and praying that there’s even a drop of him left in there. 

And then there’s his bed, full of his scent.  You lay on it and press your face into his pillow, breathing in several deep, focused breaths.  Underneath a smell that is so uniquely him, you find a hint of something woodsy and herbal.  It tickles your nose sweetly but you focus more on his natural aroma than that of his products. You want to stay more than anything. You’re surrounded by him in every sense of the word. All of your senses are bombarded by parts of him; the only thing missing is the man himself.

You roll on your back, eyes shut as you picture what it would look like to gaze up at him from that angle.  How he’d look leaning above you, sweat on his brow as he drives into you over and over and over again… How he’d pant and gasp, exerting himself just to please you, just to pump you full of his love and devotion.

God, you hadn’t even realized you’d snaked your hand into your pants during the fantasy.  You shut your eyes and continue anyway.

Your mind wanders back to him. You’d touched yourself to the thought of him quite a few times, but doing it in his bed?

Delicious…

You imagine wrapping your legs around him, featherlight lest you crush his pelvis.  You roll him, straddling his waist as you come down hard on his cock.  Beneath you is where he looks best.  Squirming and panting, hips thrusting to meet you in desperate, sloppy motions.  You’d be so good to him, too.  You’d ride his cock until he saw stars, until the only word that could come out of his mouth is your name…  

You’d let him pump you full of however many loads that pitiful, human body of his could muster, until you’re dripping with his come and he’s yours inside and out.

Maybe you’d mark him up, too.  Leave some handprints at his hips, some bite marks where he’s soft… Wouldn’t be hard… Wouldn’t take much to mar that perfect skin with your claim of ownership.  Some hickeys at his inner thighs, maybe an extra special one right where his cock meets his groin.

Your salacious fantasies come to a head at the same time as your pleasure.  You grind against your hand as you picture what it’d be like to milk his cute little cock.  Suck him dry, watch him beg and plead, let him squeeze your head with his legs as if he could possibly make you stop.  You’d eat up every ounce of him and spit it back in his mouth.  Make him go down on you with a mouthful of his own come.

“Oh, fffuck!” You howl, writhing on his bed, fist gripping and pressing his blanket to your nose. Your underwear are soaked, but you couldn’t care less.  Not as you pant heavy breaths, your body blissful and surrounded by him.

You linger for quite a while, only breaking away for your regularly scheduled visit with him. 

You had asked for a lesson about The Federalist Era - not that you really gave a shit beyond getting to consume his time. John was all too excited at your sudden interest and he offered to stay late just for you. Ryan would be with his mother, as was the case for every Friday to Sunday, and he’d have nothing but time for you. 

He meets you in your penthouse with a textbook and it's everything you've got not to devour him whole. He’s so precious.  You keep your gloves off, brushing your fingers over his as you point to parts of the text you ‘didn't get.’ You do everything in your power to keep him red and blushing.  You scoot closer, hover in his space, lean over his shoulder.  You practically eye-fuck him every time you look at him.  You toy with him all night until he finishes his lesson.

He stays for another hour just for the hell of it. Just to spend time with you. It's not until he's yawning that he entertains the idea of heading home. 

“Why don't you let me fly you?” You offer, smirking at how he deeply he flushes. 

“Oh, I mean... I don't- I just-” He stammers. “I’m just a little scared of heights, you know?” 

You scoff a laugh at his confession, taking him by the hand and leading him to your balcony. He doesn't resist you whatsoever. 

“C'mon, Johnny! I won't let anything happen to ya!” You wrap your arms around his waist and begin to hover. You whisper in his ear, “I'll protect you,” and you can feel the way he shivers before nodding.

His arms wrap around your neck, textbook dangling from one hand as he presses himself against you. The higher you rise, the tighter he holds on. 

“Good boy.”  You breathe soft and low, thumb rubbing circles at his lower back.  “I’m a much better ride than the shit they got down there.”

He clings to you the whole way home, only realizing after you've dropped him off that you somehow know where he lives. 

You drive him wild. You stir a feeling in him that he hasn't had time to focus on in so long, and it's to your absolute pleasure that you get to linger and peer through his roof that night as he takes care of himself. 

John fucks his fist with reckless abandon, then his toy that he just can't help but imagine is your hole. You focus extra hard, trying to make your senses pick up on everything happening in that room.  You can smell the salt of his sweat, the pheromones in the air, the scent of his precum.  You hear every little gasp and moan, every groan that rattles out of his pretty little mouth.  The sound of lube squelching in his stroker riles you up so much more, and you’ve half a mind to burst through the fucking wall and mount him.  

You tease yourself in time with him, knelt on the roof so perfectly that no one could catch you.  You gaze through matter with hooded eyes to watch him, and it’s the most beautiful, tempting sight you’ve ever seen in your life.  You can’t remember a time you’ve been so fucking horny as you are right then.

He comes near violently, shouting, “H-Homelander!” as he does. Your eyes roll back and a quivering moan rips from your throat as you come apart with him.  He called your name.

He called your fucking name.

He’s already yours...

He works the next day for some overtime pay. Nothing stressful, just some extra document filing. You're preoccupied with filming away from the tower, much to your heavily expressed ire, and he's bored. 

He's bored for the whole day, wishing you'd come by.  He stays extra late, hoping beyond hope that you’ll meander in like you don’t actively choose to come down to such an insignificant level.  

But you don’t.

He’s thoroughly bummed out as he steps off the train, walking the rest of the way home in the dark.   He knows you didn’t forget about him; you’re just busy.  Even the world’s greatest superhero’s gotta take care of their commitments, right?  He’s deep in thought as he makes his way down the cold street.  The yellow glow of the streetlights sets a somber feeling deep in his heart as he shuffles further along, passing the occasional stranger, hands in his pockets.  He should’ve worn more than a sweater and a scarf.  He had no idea it was gonna be so chilly.  Or maybe he’s just so used to running hot after spending time around you.

God, had he really caught the attention of Homelander?  Like, really caught it?

He’s heard stories– god knows there’s enough to go around.  Was told by more than a few of his coworkers in the archives that it’s dangerous to even be around you.  That there was a good reason that the loneliest spot was always at the top.

He didn’t like that, though.  What he did like, however, was you.  The way you look at him as though he’s worth wanting.  You give him your full attention and fuck, you always come back.  It’s like he matters now.  He’s not just some orphan-turned-moderate-success trying to raise his son and keep from drowning under the oppressive cost of New York’s rent.  Well, he still is, but he’s all of that and he’s got the attention of The Homelander!

And he finds you sweet.  Like a big, scary dog that only likes him.  He wants to know more about you.  As much as he likes history, he’d love yours even more.

He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he neither sees nor hears the man sprinting up behind him to grab him by the scarf.  John chokes harshly as he’s dragged into an alley, kicking and thrashing to no avail.

He’s thrown on the ground and he wants to get back up, fight for what little good it’d actually do, but there’s a clicking sound directly in front of his face and–

He freezes.  Eyes go wide, skin chills far colder than the air alone could ever turn it.  A pit forms in his gut and oh god he’s fucking helpless.

“Empty yer fuckin’ pockets,” demands the gunman, motioning down with the barrel of the firearm.  He can barely see them as more than fuzzy silhouettes and he realizes that he’s lost his glasses.

He pulls his wallet and phone free shakily, laying them gently on the ground before raising his hands up in surrender.  He watches the man who grabbed him go through his wallet, and he hears a scoff.

“Twenn’y bucks?”  The man slurs exasperatedly.  “Yer life ain’t worth twenn’y, son.  Ah shit… we could sell ya!  I got a guy needs a good piece’a meat to throw ‘round in his dog fights.  Should see the way the mutts fight over fresh food.  Y’look like good bait.”

John blinks rapidly, eyes wide and panicked as each word settles in.  He tries to shuffle backward, but he’s grabbed by the ankle and yanked back.

“Bet he’d go for a few hundred.  He don’t stink.  Not a ton of meat on ‘im, but there’s enough,” the gunman muses.  “Shit, Gordy, we might as well.  Fuckin’ twenty bucks… Ain’t even worth the effort to–”

John hears a sound like fabric flapping, and suddenly everything goes silent.

Silent, until he hears you.

“Howdy ho, boys!”  You greet, though your tone couldn’t be further from inviting.  “Say, what’s got two idiot fucks like yourselves out tonight, eh?”

John pats at the ground, desperate to find his glasses. He needs to see this- needs to see you. His heart pounds in his ears so loudly that he can’t hear what the men say to you, only the sounds of shrill, agonized screaming.  Something warm splats against his cheek and a deep, unsettling feeling in his bones tells him that it’s blood.

“C’mon, boys!  It’s not that bad!”  He hears you chuckle, followed by a flash of red and more howls of pain.  “You guys! It’s not like I’m, oh, I dunno, feeding you to a pack of dogs?”

As he scrambles, he feels the cracked lenses of his glasses and puts them on in time to see just what you’d done.

His assailants kneel on the ground, their arms laying next to them. He swears he sees bones jutting out of their legs.  

You’re elbow deep in one’s chest, smiling sadistically with every crunch and squelch as you rip free a blood drenched length of bone and shreds of muscle.

His stomach should churn at the sight of you shoving the gunman’s body to the ground.  It folds in half without a spine to support it, and it’s objectively the most terrifying thing he’s ever seen. The other man whispers to himself, which must really piss you off.  He sees it in your eyes.  Yet, he’s not scared.  Not of you.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t ya?”  You muse as you stare down at the man.

John can hear him reciting a prayer.

“God? No.”  You kneel down to pat his cheek, staining his skin a deep red.  “No god. The only one in the sky is me.”

He watches you wedge your hands into the man’s mouth, effortlessly ripping his jaw and head apart, splitting him down the length of his neck.

John watches in a mix of awe and horror as you continue tearing all the way down through the chest cavity.  There’s a sick look in your eyes.  Like you’d done this before.  

Like you were comfortable doing this.

So why the fuck wasn’t he afraid when your gaze flickered up to him?  Why did the shakes of his body quell the minute your blood stained hands reached down to loosen the scarf still tight from when he’d been dragged?

You’re drenched in blood.  The pungent liquid soaks you, drips down your collar and into your suit. It’s all over your face, coating your hair, resting thick on your eyelashes.

His hands come to settle at your cheeks, thumbs smoothing through the viscera as he gazes up at you in awe.  Your grip on his arms is featherlight at most, and he’s amazed.

You are a creature of unfathomable violence.  You have ripped and torn through an incalculable amount of flesh, committed sins far greater than even his mind full of historical horrors could imagine, and yet…

You hold him as though you’re afraid to break him.

Even as you gather him in your arms and fly away, you’re so gentle with him.  Considerate and kind, courteous and caring as you bring him home.  Your boots leave bloody prints across the hardwood floor of his bedroom as you walk him to the bathroom.  You’re on autopilot and that nagging voice in your mind berates you for prioritizing some simple mud person over yourself, over the thrill of the kill. 

“Are you hurt?”  You hear him ask, and it leaves you deeply confused.  Are you, The fucking Homelander, hurt?  Are you, indestructible force that you are, in pain?

He forces you to sit on the edge of the bathtub as he scrambles around for supplies.  You’re not sure why you let him move you around.  Hell, you’re not even sure why you let him wash the blood from you.  

Worse yet, you let him strip your upper body bare.

You let him see the truth of your suit and what you lack beneath.  You’ve got the power of a god, certainly, but you’re so regular underneath the facade. But you can’t find it in yourself to care as he wipes you clean with a warm, wet cloth.  Not with the way he holds the back of your head and removes the evidence of just how far your love for him will push you.

At some point your eyes lock and his hands stop moving.  

Time stills, but he does not.  He leans forward and takes you in a kiss so soft that you wonder if it even counts.  Just a peck at first, barely even a graze of his flesh against yours.  When you don’t pull away, he comes back, this time brushing his lips to yours with the slightest bit of pressure.  His lips are soft, his kisses unsure until you finally reciprocate.

Then?

Oh, then he devours you with a need fit to rival your own.  His arm wraps around your upper body and pulls you against him, all while your own hands scramble to grab at him.  Your breaths mingle together, fanning hot and heavy against each other.  He tastes blood on your lips, and you taste the remnants of his afternoon coffee.  The scent of iron mixed with him surrounds you, and god it is the most exquisite aroma. 

His taste, his scent, his touch, his sweet little gasps…

You want it all.

He pulls away once he, fragile human that he is, gets dizzy.  John giggles breathlessly against your mouth, tongue sliding over his lower lip to lap at your lingering taste.  You smile in return, indulging in something you’ve never quite felt before.  His hands still roam, and you’ve a pretty good idea of exactly where this night will end up once he’s got the rest of that pesky blood wiped from you. For now, though, you’re satisfied even if you’re not entirely satiated.

After all, you’ve truly proven yourself to be–

“My hero…”

[dthmet]

More school computer ms paint doodles

It is so hard to draw with a mouse oh my god

[stormyykat]

ms paint doodles i did on a school computer with mouse

[wonderinc-sonic]

Please please please tell me more about your original work "Kinship" please!!

Hehehehe. Funny you should ask. Sitting next to me at my desk is the very same sketchbook I first drew my little guy Max on, because I left it at home when I went to uni, then found it again and it still had lots of pages. Max dates back to me doing my final I.B. exams in school:

Right is main design, Left is a 'found' design, as in what he was when his mum found him. So, little robot from a future world that was ravaged by a lightning storm that severed communities goes on a world adventure toplaces not contacted in hundred or so years. Envisioned it 2d animated, with lots of stretch and squash - he should never feel stiff!

Max comes from a city that completely sealed itself in and relies on machines to do everything - they aren't thinking ones, though. His mother figure found him and built him up, but he really wants to go and see the world outside.

It's intended to be a bit of an anthropological exploration, but all the societies must be divorced enough from any real world ones so that it isn't making commentary directly about anyone. There are real monsters, mostly elemental but both old and new. Max would really like to find another machine that has woken up, and keeps thinking he has, but they aren't really awake and freely thinking.

Another old character that was first doodled on higher maths papers was cloudman, who still looks something like this (from summer 2017, iirc I was travelling with my colour pencils and paper)

And these days Max would look a bit nore like this

Scribbled out the last design I remember of him, because the files are somewhere on my personal computer. He has a pet alarm clock called Tick. He was originally just a calculator with a dream. He changes out his wheels, and would physically 'grow' during the series.

I wrote the scripts for him in my final year at uni, because I was depressed and wanted my dissertation to be something I would love, and my supervisor helped me change the rules on what was accepted as a dissertation. It did really well. I still have more stories I'd like to write about my lil guy.

Big limit here is the art - character design for animation is a whole discipline I barely studied because I did a film course, not animation. So he looks a bit off - he needs to be both made of simpler shapes and more recognisable. But I'd never be able to make him on my own anyway!

Thank you so much for asking, my poor little man sits patiently at the back of my head with his friends: a mouse, a snake tree, a boat, the clouds, a burning barrel of oil and his mum who loves him.

[katyspersonal]

When you started drawing? And how? Your works are so detailed and you feel the perspective so Q_Q Your drawing of old hunter from DLC is incredibly cool, I am looking respectfully

Oh- You mean this ( x ) one? Haha, yeah, it was an art commission, so I tried to give it the best I could... Though maybe using something I was paid for as a chance to practice perspective was a little irresponcible :') But the customer was happy, and this is what matters!

To be honest, I've been drawing for as long as I can remember...? I have quite the regrets about having basically none of my drawings from childhood survive, because it's been a LOT. But I've been going over the top with details, colors and settings since the age of like, 4-5 I think? I recall the caretakers at kindergarden REALLY loving my drawing of underwater, because I killed it with variety of fish and seaweed, despite having no references or knowledge! Also, fun fact - the very first art criticism of my life from me was towards a girl that colored every woman in her coloring book as blonde with blue eyes! I criticized her saying that there were other colors for people and that it was boring to be so samey dsfjjdshfsd Had to apologize, but.. yeah, it was the ultimate "I've always been this way" moment if I've seen one. :')

I used to visit classes to practice my drawing in elementary school, though! But it was mostly environment and animals, when I was more interested in drawing people at that time! The period from 8 to 12 years was the one where I kept creating OCs obsessively, and stories for them, and I've had like 6 comics I've been drawing and coloring at the same time (mostly comedy + fantasy)! I think what really inspired me to start creating the comics and characters that were mostly young girls with elemental powers was the Russian comic, Rainbow Knights x) (Журнал "Юла", припоминаешь? хд) I was obsessed with it, and I was obsessed with excuse to use more colors, effects and nature/elemental aesthetic. And yes, it was all trdaitional! I love using crayons, markers, pens and pencils for coloring. My clumsy hands were never good for paintbrushes... I moved more onto digital around the age of 14. It was when I've found a summer job, and earned enough money to buy a tablet! So.. I started prioritize digital art since then! But it had the form of me first drawing something on the paper, and then scanning and fixing/lining/coloring it on the computer for a LONG time! Well, it was taking some time to get used to, as well, so I also had some drawings I did with my mouse and vector tool in PS or SAI, like this:

It is one of the only few remaining "ancient" ones, since most of them got lost forever on the old hard drive! ...I still HAVE this hard drive, I just have no idea how to extract anything from it.. It is kinda broken :U But if I get my hands on very old doodles trapped there, I will share!

^ I believe this was the first doodle that I did 100% on the computer AND with the tablet! Without mouse, without first drawing traditonally and then digitally, but just on the computer, from start to finish! But it was still hard to do, so I kept with the use of paper and pencil for some more while. Like- I hoped I'd find some old drawings for this ask, but all I found were traditional versions of some of my drawings!

You could tell that using traditional paper + pencil were beneficial for anatomy and proportions. And that I used to be better at that, VERY much better. And that it was sorta... easier to 'get lost' in the process? It was a simpler life when not only I was far less depressed and broken, not only I had more spare time in schoo/uni years, but also just... I did not feel burnt out. Or guilty over the fact of not finishing new drawing "fast enough" (and thus, looking like a loser). I also had less things online to drain my spare time, less distractions... I kinda miss that time, really...

All in all, I've never learned to draw PROPERLY. I was self-taught but not studying too hard, mostly I was just analysing art of artists I loved to improve my own, and asking advice from good artists to fix this or that! Hence, my skill used to be better! Year 2015-16 was my most productive year artistically! I've been drawing a bunch of (then) popular cartoon stuff, as well as TONS of fanart for Rick and Morty RP community, and all the things were sooooo bright, colorful and full of energy...

And now meet the man that sorta ended my art career :^) I've picked interest in Mark (Endlish localisation called him Marx and I hate it lol), and that pulled me into the rest of K1rby. Except I could not actually play anything (besides 64 Crystal Shards that I emulated), so I compensated with letsplays and anime. And Super Paper Mario was a side obsession. xD But.... yeah, since MARK, dark ages for my art started. No, no, my art was good! Awesome, even! I kept people begging me to "please draw K1rby again" for years since fandom shifting! Words like, 'no one ever cared about this universe and characters the same way you do'... But! Drawing 'creatures' for 2-3 years completely destroyed my prior (already loose) knowledge of human anatomy and proportions, and I am still struggling to recover that former skill! :')

Finally, year later, around February/March 2021, I've gotten pulled into Bloodb0rne! Badly. And thanks to Mic0lash. Huh, it is always some madman, isn't it? xD But I felt very self-consious about my art... I felt like serious, detailed, dark and beautiful atmosphere of BB deserved better than my "overly cutesy" and "tone-deaf" art.... annnnd if this sounds like something I'd never say, but rather as an unfair criticism from some antsy reddit-ish asshole? It is because it is EXACTLY what it was! :')

But in either case, the Doll was the first time I've used paper and pencil again in many years. I felt so... alive? I recall the feeling I could only describe as 'blood returned in my veins' but spiritual, you know? It felt like so much fun! To remember how to draw traditonally, to break out of my 'round cutesy' comfort zone- heck, I even downloaded brushes for my SAI for the first time in my life, just to color the characters better! Learned new coloring style, too: usually my coloring was very rigid and relying on very concrete colors for shadow and base.. but from this point on, I prioritized more 'chaotic' approach, as I felt it was more appropriate!

....and so, now we are here. x)

You could tell that some of the things I am just used to persisted, and that colorful, "childish" energy is still slipping through the cracks. Soulsb0rne games are ideal for how my mind works... but perhaps not for how my soul works. There is just something in me that craves that sillyness, overly colorful designs and settings, and maybe ER is closer to that aesthetic? Yeah, had I not been criticized on my art harshly upon joining BB, maybe my art would've been way more cute and 'free'! I always loved drawing many details, but something about the route I've taken about drawing made it very heavy. My brain short-circuits at the AMOUNT of the details I keep in mind, yet I can't rest unless I got it "at least 90% correct", even when it is a darn shitpost ;-; I will figure out what went wrong compared with the way I used to draw humans..... someday.

Thank you for asking, though! Ha! Honorable mention: tons of shitposty comics and doodles I kept drawing in classes, both school and uni! x)

[rockybloo]

I always want to draw but I have no idea how to work Krita or my tablet fr. It makes me discouraged and that stalls me into not even starting. (I’m talking basic stuff like line curving/straightening/etc) how did you start getting into digital art and how do you stay motivated?

I used to watch a lot of digital artists on Youtube that would do art in mspaint (this was like...early 2010s or late 2000s so we didn't have fancy stuff yet) and speedpaint videos as well as things people would animate using windows movie maker like fanime and early animation memes so I eventually decided "I WANT TO DO THAT"

Technically my first art program was Kid Pix because at the time, I had no idea Mspaint was already predownloaded on the computer. And then I discovered mspaint. I had no tablet at the time so I used a mouse for everything. I started off with bases and recoloring anime caps like Soul Eater until I started to get a hang of drawing from scratch with my mouse.

And then I moved on to Gimp because it was a free program that had layers. Still used my mouse for earlier art. Some point around middle school I got my first tablet that had some version of photoshop already on it. I eventually got enough money to use clip and things escalated to now where I have a screen tablet and still am using clip.

The biggest thing that kept me motivated through the constant transitioning from one art program to another from a mouse to a tablet was just having things in my head I was hyped to eventually learn to draw and the things I knew I could draw. There was also some added fun in just learning what new things each program could do.

For me, art is just a constant journey of bettering your skills. So it's important know that perfection is basically nonexistence in art because every artist is still sharpening their skills. Once I realized everyone that creates stuff is still learning even if they are big name artists, it really helped put into perspective the importance of just being happy to draw in general.

One big thing that I think is super underrated is just opening a blank canvas and going hog wild on it like scribbling and doodling shapes without the goal of creating something pretty. I've found it's very nice for my brain to just make complete chicken scratch.

[badguyapologist]

i havent been active in so long omg..😭

have a tord doodle i did on a school computer w a mouse, on ms paint😗😗

[sixmarbles]

computer mouse doodles i did at school

second picture is a luz design i made!!

[hogmilked]

uhhhh 1, 3, 49 (😳), 86, 88

OUGHHHH I FORGOT I RB’D THIS

1. The meaning behind my URL

dumb work joke! we were joking about the funniest animals milk to obtain after finding a website selling various common mammal milks and eventually ended up on hog milk which we thought was just a really fucking funny phrase. hogmilk was taken so hogmilked it was

3. How many tattoos I have and what they are

i have nine now! i was gonna post pics but decided not to for privacy (also because trying to insert pics into this answer sucked lol)

a lighter with a heart for a flame behind my ear

a computer mouse cursor on my dominant pointer finger

a crow holding a piece of grass in its beak on my shoulder

a cute little fire sprite lookin dude my coworker doodled on my upper arm

a hermit crab with a skull for a shell also on my upper arm

an adorable little sheet ghost on my forearm

a literal clip art minimalist snake on my other forearm

the art from the vinyl picture disc release of the single for invincible by muse on my thigh

the quote “This is not for you.” from the beginning of house of leaves in a blue square box on my arm

49. Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?

i originally said “not same sex but same gender” and then remembered the entirely of my high and middle school. many many times yes, shared beds with countless friends of the same sex at sleepovers as a teenager. in a romantic or sexual context though no, only same gender

86. Have you ever been a cheerleader?

nope! is this because you’ve seen me do high kicks lol. nah never was a cheerleader, or a dancer of any sort

88. Have you ever brushed your teeth?

this was a good reminder to brush my teeth thank you bestie love u

[ask game]

[blazehedgehog]

How often do you draw these days? Like do you do any scribbles you just sorta keep to yourself?

Not all that often. I drew a lot when I was in school because those were the days where drawing was my primary creative outlet. We didn't have phones like we do now, and you couldn't whip out a Gameboy in the middle of class or whatever, but drawing was something I could do and most teachers did not care.

You'd give me a pencil and a notebook and I'd fill it up. I'd draw multiple pictures a day; fully inked, fully shaded pieces. I'd bring my colored pencils to school and sit in the library coloring them.

Then we got the computer, and I started getting in to game development, messing with music production, video editing... with more creative outlets, the time I spent drawing shrank until it was almost nothing.

Then came the moment where I started entering art contests. I entered two or three and I lost all of them. The last one I entered I killed myself on, almost quite literally. I did everything the hard way, thinking that somehow meant it made my work better. I developed RSI that eventually graduated in to carpal tunnel syndrome.

I became deeply dejected with my artwork and on top of that it has become somewhat painful if I draw for too long these days. I have to take frequent breaks and use an elevated, angled drawing surface otherwise my hand really starts to hurt (my palm, right where it connects to my wrist) and eventually my fingertips start to go numb.

That's not to say I never draw for fun anymore. The mood still strikes me from time to time. And being in a discord full of creative people definitely helps shift my creative urges. Most of those are drawn with a mouse and end up on twitter, like this:

Which I drew while watching Scorpy stream Sims 2 on the GBA with Wayneradiotv. Or this take on Wario:

Which I drew after Niko finished streaming the first Wario Land game and the videochess discord was discussing Wario's various early sprites.

Or this image of Knuckles after Cybershell had his question answered during a Sonic twitter takeover and we learned Knuckles types on a keyboard by punching it.

Or, um, this, which I forget the context behind it now:

And then there was this, which was because I got linked to a video of a cat climbing the side of a building:

If nothing else, little doodles like this have been making me feel a lot better about my artistic ability, after decades of feeling like crap because I was upholding myself to unrealistic expectations. Even if they're crappy doodles made with a mouse, I think they're pretty alright.

I do not really keep doodles for myself. If they're good enough to post, I post them. If they aren't good enough to post, they usually get deleted. The rare exception is this, I guess:

I drew this two months ago and saved it on my desktop as "THE STANCE.bmp" and then promptly forgot what that meant.

[nutellie-lol]

ms paint doodles bc I don’t have my iPad rn

Pretty satisfied w/ these considering I drew them with a mouse :)

The 2nd one was drawn on my school computer during my computer game design class and I couldn’t get it onto my personal computer so that’s why it’s not a screen shot

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

470 of 2023

Words that didn't exist 100 years ago 3! [True or False]

Created by joybucket

You've recently eaten a tossed salad. 🥗 You've taken a "placement test" in school, to find out your grade level in a certain subject. You've booked a flight via a travel agent. ✈️ Growing up, your family owned a desktop computer. 🖥 You've recently purchased a snack from a gas station. ⛽️ You've tried cotton candy. You like cotton candy. You think cotton candy is just ok, but not great. Where you live, cotton candy is called "fairy floss." Where you live, cotton candy is called cotton candy. You have a driver's license. 🪪 You have a sugar daddy. You want a sugar daddy. You like to eat Pigs in a Blanket. You think you'd enjoy a career in interior design. You've been given an inkblot test in a shrink's office. You own the High School Musical soundtrack. 💿 You're allergic to penicillin. You like white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. You've had your picture taken with Mickey Mouse. You've stood in a long line to meet Mickey Mouse. You own a microwave. You've used a microwave within the last 24 hours. You've gone trick-or-treating. You're Jehovah's Witness. You've recently shopped at the supermarket. You've lived in a mobile home. You enjoy graphic design. You think you would enjoy and could excel at being a graphic designer for a living. You own a sketchbook filled with doodles. ✍️ You've put money in a parking meter. You've considered becoming a hairstylist. 💇‍♀️ You often chew bubblegum. You've had an ice cream headache. 🍨 You've lived in a trailer park. You've had a friend who lived in a trailer park. You own a tie-dye shirt. You've tie-dyed something. You've drank a Bloody Mary. You have a "significant other." You've hired a private investigator. 🕵️‍♀️ You've considered becoming a private investigator. 🕵️‍♀️ You have OCD. You consider yourself an existentialist.

[uranoji]

Mouse quick sketch I did in the school's computer while we were in class lol I mean it could be better, but the school's mice are soo bad and I'm not really an expert with em so eh #sketch #art #drawing #artist #illustration #artwork #draw #digitalart #artistsoninstagram #sketching #instaart #artoftheday #doodle #drawings #design #anime #portrait #arte #sketches #creative #digitaldrawing #digitaldrawings #characterdesign #manga #mangaart #krita #myart #mouseart #quicksketch #originalart https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp3K4dBO37E/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[blurrymango]

Shitty doodle of the twins because I'm using a mouse + Photoshop+ school computer.

[mmorgiran]

Install paint windows 7

#Install paint windows 7 update

#Install paint windows 7 for windows 10

#Install paint windows 7 windows 10

Apply a Registry tweak to restore the classic Paint app

#Install paint windows 7 windows 10

This will restore the classic Paint app, at least in Windows 10 build 14971. Select the Paint 3D app in the list and click "Uninstall".Do the following to restore the classic Paint app:

#Install paint windows 7 update

Unfortunately, this method will stop working in Windows 10 Creators Update RTM, once it will be released in 2017.Īs of this writing, the most recent Windows 10 "Creators Update" version is build 14971. Just uninstall the Paint 3D appĪs our reader "Jakub H." suggested, you can just remove the Paint 3D Preview app.

#Install paint windows 7 for windows 10

Download the setup program for Classic Paint for Windows 10 Method 1. To conclude, one thing's sure: by managing to keep alive all the traits that made the original Paint application such a success and by adding fresh and efficient technologies alongside them, Microsoft is now ready to continue on its most relevant legacies, that of providing the everyday user with one of the most easy-to-use tools for graphics editing, now with all new 3D capabilities as well.Method 3. A refreshed version of the popular Paint app, now ready to tackle the future Since Windows 10 features native support for 3D printing, it is now simpler than ever for you to print your creations to both 2D and 3D, without even having to leave the app. Create, edit, share or print your doodles both in 2D and 3DĪs a statement of their commitment to getting involved in the 3D business, Microsoft has bestowed upon Paint 3D quick export and sharing options to some of the most popular social media networks and other types of apps. The latter capability is accessible from the tiny toolbar which lives in the bottom part of the main window.īy now, it should be clear that the app's interface is quite exploitable even with a standard keyboard and mouse-based setup but, surely, touch screen or pen-capable computers will be able to provide you with a far better overall user experience. Worthy of a special praise is the so-called 'Magic Select' tool that makes it easy for you to modify foreground and background subjects and the feature that allows you to turn any 2D drawing into 3D with just a single click. 2D or 3D, classic-setup or touch-based devices, Paint 3D has it all covered Within a few minutes of fiddling about with the app, you will get the hang of working with Paint 3D in all its three dimensions and with its wide array of neatly-designed new tools. The toolbar is completed with quick controls for undoing or redoing your latest actions and, a very funky feature that allow you to replay all the steps in creating your projects. On the middle part of the top toolbar, you will find menus that encompass everything from drawing and painting tools, 3D shapes or models, stickers, textures, text tools, backdrop controls and canvases, basically, everything you need to create and extensively customize both 3D and 2D objects. There's a simple 'Hamburger menu on the upper left part of the main window that allows you to create new projects, save or open already existing ones, insert elements, as well as publish, print or share them with ease. In spite of all the changes, the app has become even more user-friendly, if anything else. This is no longer the old school app we have all come to know and love but, instead, it features a modern and very functional user interface that looks right at home on Windows 10. Upon launching the app, the first thing that becomes evident is the massive overhaul in the looks department. Rejuvenated UI with modern and intuitive layout, as well as smooth transition effects Although it was never the best graphic editor you could get your hands on, thanks to its overall straightforwardness, support for a plethora of formats and the fact that it came by default with Windows versions from the past, Microsoft Paint has been part of our lives for quite a while now.Įqually, sadly and fortunately, we can slowly start saying goodbye to the legendary Paint app, as with both eyes on the future, Microsoft recently revealed its predecessor, called Paint 3D.