yeah, human practice, a rose, and the Achievement Hunter logo <3

any advice/comments? c:

wheee.

Wow, that had taken longer than I expected it would (and I bet you notice that I do not know how to flip a canvas). This is a "humanized" version of a character that is owned by one of my friends. I'm totally done, yo.

Hello everyone, im probably gonna get lots of hate from this but, I know, SOME of people decide to end a " declined " trade with a rude ( in my opinion ) message, such as... NEVER SEND A TRADE LIKE THIS AGAIN, or, I HATE THIS TRADE, IF YOU TRADE LIKE THIS, JUST STOP TRADING. those are rude messages in my opinion ( I don't know about yours ) but I don't like these messages, in my opinion, just because you are " un COPPA'd " doesn't mean you can go ahead and say whatever you want, to whoever you want, people have to remember, there is a person behind the screen, who's feelings can be hurt by rude messages.

My face when I get a rude message: /
My face when I get a nice decline/ accept message: /

And yes, I know I stink at oekaki

I have been working on this for like 3-4 hours. omg... my hand is so dead ;-;... not to mention my eyes started frying from looking at the computer screen that long!

Dont look at the background stuff.... Its terrible, I know. I just wanted to get it over and done with ._.

Hoppin on the werecat dipper bandwagon! It's too adorable to pass up^^

gah dipper's awkward little cat feets

More kitty Dipper requested by a real-world friend. I thought it was an adorable idea, and i needed to draw it

Fact. Jackets big enough for two need to be shared.

Just the base lines...
There will be batches of 3 available on DA, for points.

They'll be ninja/naruto ocs available for purchase, although there will be the odd regular human.
They will be posted on CS(coloured in from this), so that you guys can critique me. quq

just a doodle thing
some anatomy n stuff is off but o well

i've been listening to persecution complex cellphone girl so much lately
especially shoose and giga-p's cover
it's sooo good and you should def listen to it

ps;; the reason why there are w's on the phone is b/c that's basically the japanese equivalent to lol

Woah... I actually legged

Okay, I cannot seem to draw the legs.
Would someone mind helping me out with this? It was supposed to be a base for some human adopts on DA...
I could credit you if you'd like.

I would really like it if someone could put the legs in there.
I don't need a redline for the rest of the body, but the legs would be appreciated. ;u;

I'm tiered -.-

I don't even know... Well, here ya go xD

all summer long cas (right) has been looking outside his window at the unknown boy (left) who lives directly across the street. once school starts they share the same bus stop, seeing as they are neighbors. after their second week cas gets the hang of the new school (as he had moved) and is a sophomore having multiple classes with seniors. after finding out the unknown boy from across the street is in his english class cas wants to talk to him. after thinking non-stop about the idea cas to push himself to do it. so on monday of the third week cas comes to the bus stop waiting for the boy. once he does come, but without his usual flower crown that is replaced with messed up hair. this makes cas stumble over his words because who knew how hot someone could look with bed head?

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i was bored and was in need of something to do. this idea came to mind and i think i want to do one once a week same style and see what cas will do to win the boys heart >:3

please vote and comment. advice would be amazing uvu <3

also does anyone know how to make good circles?

Just some entry art for this Cottonwood horse.
For goodness's sake, Twite, shorten your reins! You look like a chicken.

A New Arrival

"Since no one would like to ride this horse, I suppose I will."

Martha and Dr Charles Pollard had been arguing about who would ride the new mare ever since she arrived. It was like watching two children fight over a toy, with the argument going back and forth and back and forth, getting absolutely nowhere. There was no structure to it, either. No one in their right mind would have the patience to wait until the two were finished, although Twite did attempt the feat. Inevitably, he gave up and stepped in.

"Thank you, sir. She'll be ready in a minute." Charles gave him a grateful look, and walked off. Martha followed closely behind, a black look clouding her face.

They'd be right as rain by the end of the day. The two just needed to stew over for a bit. Perhaps a ride would do them good.


***


The mare was ready very quickly, as Pollard had promised. She was truly striking, with her soft colours and bright mane and tail. Her eyes were intelligent and kind, and there was a spark in them that showed her more rambunctious side. Delilah was her name, as Twite recalled. The name suited her gentle colour, but did not hint at her rebellious personality at all. That showed through when they attempted to introduce her to the other horses. She immediately took charge, and insisted on making sure everyone knew she was the boss. Hopefully, she wouldn't be like that when ridden.

Delilah was in a full set of cross country tack, which was the only thing that would fit her at the moment, as Charles explained. Her withers were extraordinarily high, which made fitting saddles a disaster. At least she was comfortable. Twite led her to the arena, and mounted, grumbling as the horse promptly walked away the moment his foot touched the stirrup. Irritated with this rudeness, Twite halted the mare, and asked her to stand quietly. She did not seem to like standing still, which signified that she was either a nervous wreck, or incredibly excitable. Twite hoped for the former. Nervous horses were much easier to deal with.

As it was, Delilah turned out to be the latter. Speed seemed to be the only thing on her mind. The slightest movement of the leg would send her flying off like a rocket. Circles, half halts, transitions, nothing seemed to slow her down. Her trot strides would extend to the maximum, then fall into a speedy canter. Goodness gracious! How on earth was he to deal with this horse?


***


Things worked out eventually. After a very long and tedious conversation, Twite managed to bring Delilah back underneath him. When she collected and focused, it was an incredible feeling, one that Twite very rarely experienced with other horses. This mare was truly special. A pang of jealousy shot through the old man, but he quickly shook it away. He had eight beautiful horses, and he should be happy for the Pollards and their wonderful new addition to the family of Fairbanks. Delilah certainly deserved their loving care.

A hack would be a great reward for her hard work. Twite steered Delilah out of the arena, and into the sparse wood bordering the property. A cross country course from a competition earlier in the week threaded through the trees, still marked out by white tape. The air was filled with the gentle rustling of leaves, and the endless songs of birds. Delilah was permitted to relax and stretch her neck as the pair wandered in silence.

The first jump they passed was a simple log. Delilah pricked her ears and raised her head, but continued walking. She seemed to be waiting for something. As the log fell behind them, the mare looked back and seemed confused. Wasn't she supposed to jump over that? She was urged on by Twite, who couldn't quite understand why his horse was acting so strangely.

A brush jump approached them. Delilah was thoroughly fed up by this point, and began to half step and toss her head.

"What on earth do you want?"

The mare responded to the words with a heavy stomp of her foot, and a pointed look at the jump. What an insane animal, Twite thought. In his long lifetime, he had never met a horse that would willingly ask for more hard work.

"You're supposed to be tired," Twite remarked, noting the sweat lathering on Delilah's neck. She'd been worked very hard, and yet she still seemed to have a reserve of energy tucked away. It was tempting to jump her, but she was not his horse, and Twite assumed that the Pollards would not be pleased if she went lame.

Snorting, Delilah lowered her head, and commenced to paw at the ground. This stupid human would not let her have fun! What was wrong with him?


***


"Very well, then. One jump, mare, and no more!"

After a small debate with himself, Twite gave in. The jump was small, only 65cm, and it was on level ground. Delilah was wearing boots, although some apprehension about her safety remained... No time to waste, they needed to be back soon! Twite urged Delilah into a forward canter, and circled back to the jump.

Upon approach, Delilah lengthened her strides, noticing she would take off long. It takes a good horse to understand distances, especially with all the distractions of cross country. The mare tensed her muscles, and prepared for flight.

Three, two, one, up! Her form was beautiful, making a perfect arc over the obstacle. Her landing was soft, and well-judged. She departed with a pleased spring in her stride, that was exaggerated when Twite's praise reached her ears. She'd taught this human how to have fun!

Twite slowed Delilah to a walk, and began to head back home. Fully relaxed and happy, Delilah walked with a proud step. Twite gave her neck another pat, and reflected on today's ride. The Pollards would have a very interesting time working with this horse. Looking down at her, Twite smiled. She'd definitely be worth all the trouble.

1;
Obi; Hey Olive, it smells. Why are you doing in there? -peeks in]

2;
Olive; Well.. I wanted to try this cake I found... but..

3;
Olive; It didn't go quite as planned, aha...

4;
Obi; WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING?! IN MY KITCHEN!?

this is a drawing of a character in a book I'm writing, her name is Ezza

i'll color this in later

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Adfgowrefgew
Chibi is still the struggle for me sometimes, but I kinda like this one .w.
Anyway, more art of my persona -- I just love drawing her, hurrr
Timers waaaaay off, I kept getting called away from the pc and my bro kept nagging me to get off his pc, so ye
Anywho~
Persona belongs to moi
Laura