folkvillainess:

the first fursona can be a traumatic experience. please consult a doctor before attempting

pudgeruffian:

While I can’t tell you for certain what you should change
without seeing both the sketch and the linework, I can say that generally this
is an indication that you need to refine your sketch more.

Go in and erase the ragged lines, structure lines and stragglers,
and overall thin out the lines you want to keep a little bit until they’re closer to the thickness you want for your actual lineart. 

You’ll find that those
thicker, messier lines can hide a lot of flaws that weren’t apparent until you
started trying to do clean lines over them. A lot of artists prefer sketch work for that very reason.

Otherwise yes, you can try to keep your sketch and line pens closer in settings. I use the same pen for both and just vary the size a little bit. 

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Regardless though, getting the linework to look as appealing as the sketch is always going to be a struggle. And honestly it’s kind of a losing battle.

The smooth curves of Riley’s belly and mons pubis are much easier to make out in the sketch because I can literally draw in grid lines and thatch lines to convey that. I can’t do that with lineart. (Her face is also cuter because I couldn’t recapture it in the lineart with the time I had. It happens.)

It’s much easier to convey shapes, gestures, and depth with a sketch because it’s a looser style and leaves more to the imagination than clean linework. 

Try to remember that clean lines aren’t really meant to stand on their own like a sketch is. 

They act as structure for and work in tandem with coloring and shading to form a finished product and establish depth and shape.

EDIT: It also kinda depends on your style of lineart

pudgeruffian:

Brought a snack to school yesterday.

2 shelled hard boiled eggs and a leftover panseared bratwurst in a little sandwich baggy.

Quick, simple, and packed with protien.

We had our usual 10 minute break in class and I was hankering for sum fud. So I grabbed my baggy of goodies and headed to our usual group chat spot.

On the way there, I decided I wanted to eat the Braut first. I’d already had eggs for breakfast and wanted some palette variety before I had two more.

But the Braut was cold and icky, with a layer of grease on it’s taut skin. I didn’t want to grab that. So I just wiggled ¾ of it out of the baggy and held onto the bottom of the Braut through the plastic.

But now the eggs dangled precariously in the smooth sack below my clenched fist, they were in in danger of swing about. God forbid I accidentally drop the bag and spill my precious eggs on the floor! So I used my free hand to gently cradle and caress the delicate pair.

Here’s a reenactment photo from today.

With my delicious trophy gripped in one hand and my second course safely secured in the other, I proudly strode up to my classmates, looked my buddy Ben straight in the eyes, and tore into that Braut like a starved Rottweiler.

My classmates watched in fascinated horror as the rest of the weiner disappeared down my gullet. Followed swiftly by the slippery tender eggs.

It was very yummy.

It didn’t occur to me how violently gay the whole experience was until later that night.

I made sure to do it the next moring as well.