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by redninetails @ Sun Apr 27, 2014 2:46 pm [Reply]

I can't make outfits to save my life OTL I'll probably come back and fix this up a bit before it's totally complete but for now here's what I have.

Entry for a contest, do not steal, copy, trace, etc.

Art (c) Me
Character Design (c) Me

seijuu @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 4:13 pm

Gorgeous~

redninetails @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 1:02 pm

Thank you very much <3

Some Weird Alien Girl On An A Mission For Gold
by CrossbredManiac @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 12:11 pm [Reply]

well i was lazy with the shading so please don't judge this is my first advanced so please be nice. 8-) :mrgreen: :thumbup:

Experiment.
by Leo Lorenzo @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:50 am [Reply]

Experimenting with a new tablet. c:
Critique is loved~

~PurpleDalek~ @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:59 am

AWSOME!!!!

An excuse to draw girls
by itshedgehog @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:42 am [Reply]

I don't really understand the whole movement with flower crowns, but I still drew a little girl with one.

This was really just a test on what I can do with the Oekaki board. still need to get my hand working for the lines and everything.

color based on this drawing by akü
by akü @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:32 am [Reply]

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don't know what to color
him so this will do for now
since he's a giraffe i guess
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chrome @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:40 am

i really like it

transparent based on this drawing by dr. pupper
by dr. pupper @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 7:05 pm [Reply]

holla

DangerDays @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 8:56 pm

"I'm just your Problem
I'm just your Pro-o-b-lem
But I-I-I-I-I- shouldn't have to justify
What I do
And I-I-I-I-I shouldn't have to the one
To make up with you"

Yay I love Marceline amazing!

dr. pupper @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 10:46 am

yesss marcy ; v ;
thank you very muchh

Fighting for whats right.
by .Shaded. @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 9:52 am [Reply]

Yupppers

You're Beautiful to me
by Bottle @ Sat Aug 23, 2014 4:49 pm [Reply]

Mary the patchwork girl.
Mary's story began when her young and handsome creator felt that no one in the world was there for him, and that no woman would ever love him. Being a young and slightly disturbed scientist, he decided to design his own wife. She was to be his master piece, and in his eyes, she was. He stole parts from the village cemetery, bits from Lauren Vildar, an arm from Sarah Wendlin, odds and ends from Beth Celder. The last stitch was pulled, and the last knot was tied, and inspired by Victor Frankenstein, a surge of electricity was sent through the lump of stitched-together corpse, and the eyes of two different dead women opened. The young scientist named her Mary, and she learned the english language and the do's and do not's of culture. She was the most graceful and sweet of all humans, dead or alive. But, she was not allowed out of the young scientist's castle. She would often gaze down at the town down in the valley, and dream of playing with the human children. She asked the young scientist if she could go in disguise down to the town to befriend the people there. The scientist agreed, and she was dressed well to hide her monster appearance. She went down to the town, and had the best time of her life. She tossed balls with the village children, and bought bread from the local bakery. Later in the afternoon, She visited a rose garden, careful to hide her sewn-together face, and admired the flowers. A handsome man passed and noticed her in the flowers. To him, she was very attractive, keep in mind he and the villagers had no knowledge about her being a monster.He approached her and asked if she would like to spend the day with him. She agreed, and they had a wonderful time together. That evening, she returned to her creator in the best of moods. She explained to him that she was in love with a villager. The young scientist looked sorrow stricken, and when she asked why he looked so sorrowful, he explained why he had made her; to be his life-long companion and wife. Mary was shocked, but even more surprised when the scientist looked up and said, "If you love him, then go and be with him. I love you so much, Mary, and I want you to be happy, so go be with him, and be happy."
Mary thanked her creator and stumbled down the hill to the village to tell her love that they could be married. The handsome villager was very excited and happy at this news, so he made preparations for the wedding. Then Mary pulled the villager aside and started to explain to him her secret. When he thought she was joking, she pulled off her cloak that concealed her face and showed him her true identity. The villager was disgusted and horrified. He yelled with fright at her face. Mary reached out to him, trying to calm him down, but the villager instead shoved his hand into her chest cavity and pulled out her heart. Mary collapsed to the ground. Thinking the monster was dead, the villager threw the heart on the ground next to her body and ran away, too scared to look back. But, Mary, being a monster, was still alive by means of un-explainable science. She weakly picked up her soggy heart and climbed slowly and painfully up the hill to her creator's manor. She knocked on the door feebly, and the creator opened it up. He gasped at her state, and pulled her weak body into the castle. "Please help me, Master, I was not wise at all in leaving you!"
The creator picked up the heart and washed it off, but upon inspection he deemed it too damaged to use. With a tear, he explained that she didn't have long to live. Mary started to cry, but the creator spoke again; "I have a solution."
Before Mary could reply, he ripped open his shirt and dug into his chest. His red beating heart was soon in his hands. He swiftly placed it into Mary's empty chest, and started to stitch her back up again. "Master, no!" Mary cried. The creator stopped abruptly, and became very still. He slumped over and let out a pained final breath. Mary held him in her arms, his heart now beating in her chest. She cried until dawn, his body cradled in her lap. She stitched up her open chest, and laid her master on the work table.
"Oh master, what am I to do?"

Well this has more, I'm just to lazy to keep writing. Peace, ciao.
listened to this while drawing her~

malarkey @ Sat Aug 23, 2014 5:27 pm

don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry

Bottle @ Sun Aug 24, 2014 5:14 am

Sorry q A q
-pats-

Anonymous @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 9:09 am

oh gravity
y u do this to me noooo

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Kirbe redraw - Brush stroke
by Goddess Sword @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 9:10 am [Reply]

So dude-of-electricity challenged his followers to redraw one of his Kirbe comics in our styles and I just had to do the one I did on my RP account and how do comics and I'm a terrible person
Original comic

giraffe
by akü @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:26 am [Reply]

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can you tell i've given up on
creative titles because i can

character is mine
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oh no
by teethpaste @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:18 am [Reply]

lol so ugly, sorry about that

sad
by akü @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:19 am [Reply]

- - -
the feeling you get when you
sketch something and realize
your sketch is on the same layer
as the diddly darn white background
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emiiyon @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:12 am

ahhh yes... that is a horrible thing indeed. my condolences; a true tradegyyy.
seriously though, i hate when that happens! and i like yo sketch holmesss.

Part III: The Second Chapter
by Moony-Mae @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:29 am [Reply]

Peter and I spent a few happy years together, living a life of splendor and carelessness as we roamed the forests near the beach he had first found me. We were afraid of nothing as long as we were by each others' side. We were companions through the thick and thin, and we wanted to make the fun last forever. Sadly, I knew Peter would have to grow up on day. But that was before the existence of Neverland.

That day, Peter was twelve and I three (or around 17 in Foxer years). "Hey, Never," said Peter, digging around under his bed in the stick hut we were proud to call our own.
"Yeah?" I called back as I lazily hovered on my back, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what we could do that day.
"You never want to grow old and boring, right?" responded Peter, crawling back out from under the bed clutching a book. I looked over and stopped what I was doing to see what was so important. I didn't know Peter possessed such a book. "Yes, of course!"
"Well, we can, by making this potion," said Peter, riffling through the pages until he stopped at a dog-eared one bearing the title "Stallbrew".
"What does that mean?" I asked curiously, at that time not knowing what human letters meant.
"This potion grants the drinker immortality. It stops time for them, so they never grow older."
"Peter, that's amazing!" I said, firing up at once. We exchanged eager grins.
"But it's complicated," said Peter, his face falling as he ran his index finger down the list of ingredients. "Lonkrin flowers are extremely rare, as are Baterpillars... oh, we'll even need finely ground diamonds and the hair of a mermaid! But when it's all done," he said, indicating the opposite page, which bore the illustration of a cauldron bubbling over with a pearly-blue substance, "The fun will never end."
He and I both took a second to marvel at this potion.
"But that's not its only use!" Peter continued gleefully. "Guess what it also does? If you pour it on the ground, it will create an island where anyone living there will never grow up!"
"Amazing!" I cheered. "Peter, we need to make the potion as soon as we can!
"Lucky for us," said Peter, tearing out a page and putting the book in a satchel, "There's a map so we know where to find these things!"
"Terrific!" I cried. "Race you out the door!

The first stop on our list was the beautiful blue Lonkrin flower, which, according to the map, grew near mountains. The nearest ones to us were the rolling green hills of Saphor, where we sometimes played. At the base of the mountain, I invited Peter to climb on my back. I lifted off with ease, knowing that scouting around for the flower in midair would be more efficient than hiking. The mountains were hard to traverse, but for a Foxerfly like me, the job was made ten times easier. Peter's eyes scanned the hills for any signs of the blue petals we sought. Even after several hours, when my wings grew sore, there was no evidence of the elusive plant.
"Peter," I panted. "We'll need to camp here. There's no way I can make it back down the mountain." He nodded as we drifted downwards in a sort of spiral. I was so exhausted I wasn't controlling my flight for the last few seconds. I landed in a heap on a wide ledge with an overhanging roof. As the moon illuminated the cloudless night, I curled up, wrapping my tail around me and folding my limp, throbbing wings, aching from how hard they had been pushed today. Peter lay his head down on the satchel and we exchanged tired murmurs of "good night" before falling asleep.

I awoke with a start in the early hours of the dawn. The sky was still grey and the stars were feeble and slowly fading. Peter was shaking me awake.
"Never, we've got to go."
"Wha-?" I mumbled groggily, blinking my bleary eyes.
"Now!" he said urgently, pointing behind him. What appeared to be a mountain lion was sleeping behind us. I was so tired last night I hadn't even noticed! But our conversation had triggered the sudden opening of one luminous, yellow eye.
Peter hopped on my back and I flew off and away from that ledge like there was no tomorrow. At a safe enough distance away from the fearsome cat, I plopped down on the grass. I panted heavily, and Peter dismounted, walking away from me, seemingly distracted by something. I didn't pursue him, needing time to catch my breath.
"Lonkrin flowers," said Peter, returning moments later with an armful of the blooms, "Check!"

We headed back down the mountains together, pleased that we were a quarter of the way to immortality. We passed by a lake on the way to our house to store the flowers in a safe place, so we thought maybe we'd get lucky and find another ingredient today, the mermaid's hair. There wasn't much else we could do but wait until one showed up, so we sat ourselves down by the water's edge and did just that. We passed the hours by telling our favorite stories and jokes, and filled the air with our idle chatter. The next few days were spent like this, until it became apparent that either no mermaids lived in this area, or they weren't interested in seeing us.
"Maybe they're frightened?" I said glumly, rolling over onto my back for a change of perspective.
"Well, if they won't come to us," said Peter decidedly, standing up, "then I'm coming to them."
"You're going underwater?" I yelped, standing up abruptly. He nodded. "But it's dark down there," I pleaded. "And there might be sharks!"
"If we wanna be immortal, that's the risk we'll have to take," said Peter resolutely, taking a great gulp of air and diving into the lake with inflated cheeks.
"Wait, I'm coming, too!" I cried, jumping clumsily in after him. I wasn't a fan of the water, but I was willing to face it for the sake of my and Peter's immortality.
I followed Peter into a dank underwater cave, paddling feebly and using my wings as propulsion. I hated the water and the feeling I had of drowning whenever I got near it. I emerged into a safe air pocket as the cave led upwards into a larger opening. I clambered up into it, where Peter was already standing, sopping wet. Like dogs, we both shook ourselves off to rid ourselves of excess water. There, in little tidepools, sat a dozen mermaids, all laughing and chattering and grooming and pampering themselves.
"Hiya, girls!" called Peter, walking towards them. Some giggled, but others looked apprehensive.
He started a conversation with a pretty blonde one, resting alone by the tidepools and humming to herself. I approached her, too, though slowly. "Oh, your Foxerfly is beautiful!" she cooed, running her hand along my sleek coat, still wet from the swim.
"Oh, that's Neverland," Peter beamed. I was warming up to the mermaid and gently nuzzled her chin. "Aren't you a darling?" she whispered fondly, scratching my ears. "Why, thank you," I replied.
We spent the afternoon together, and we were quite disappointed to leave, to tell you the truth. It was getting close to dinnertime, and we bade the ladies goodbye, promising to return to our new friends.
Suffice it to say, we got the next ingredient on the list.

The next day we left our cabin and set out, following the map a ways out towards Stratford Meadow, where there lived an abundance of butterflies, to look for the Baterpillar, a species of nocturnal butterfly with the head of a bat that had a habit of eating its own kind. When we arrived, all was quiet and we were quite sure we were the only ones there.
"H-hello?" Peter called warily, not liking this eerie silence. Something wasn't right. In the past, the meadows were always alive and buzzing.
All at once, as if triggered by this greeting, a whoosh of wings came from overhead, and, looking up, our eyes met a queer sight: butterflies all colours of the rainbow were fluttering off over the treeline, all headed in the same direction, as if retreating. We soon found out why. A swarm of Baterflies was on their trail, on the hunt. We didn't run after them, but instead, Peter bolted into the woods opposite the meadow from whence the attackers had come.
"We're bound to find some nests in there," he shouted over his shoulder as I trotted after him.
Sure enough, we were soon greeted by a whole colony of Baterflies. Groups of them were hovering around cocoons, as if guarding them. They looked us over as we entered the clearing, and I felt nervous as hundreds of tiny pairs of compound eyes locked onto me. Neither of us moved an inch, or at least, it appeared to look that way. In actuality Peter was inching over to the nearest cocoon, anxious sweat rolling down his face. It wasn't like him to be scared of butterflies, but their stares were very imposing. With one swift movement, he grabbed the cocoon and plucked it right off the branch it was dangling from. All at once, the Baterpillars rose into the air and started following us. Whenever one got close, it would pelt and batter us with its wings before being swatted away. We ran like this all the way out of the forest, not stopping until we were safely behind our cabin door.

Now so close to immortality we could taste it, Peter and I waited until the next day to set off for the final ingredient of our search, the diamonds. This was the only problem we had; the map didn't give a location, since the diamond is the rarest of all the ingredients. We were stumped as to where to begin the search. We decided to ask the mermaids for help.

None of them seemed to know where to find diamonds, except for the blonde one we had talked to previously. "My mother used to explore these underwater caverns with me," she said with a sly grin, "and I know the perfect place to find what you're looking for. Come with me."
After a bit of swimming, we entered a cave immersed in shadow. The mermaid knocked thrice on the wall and suddenly the air-filled chamber was flooded with a gentle light. The walls were encrusted with gorgeous shimmering crystals, all reflecting the light and splitting it into shards. It was glorious and heavenly. It seemed a shame to upset it, but we needed the potion. Peter set to work prying a few diamonds off the wall. They appeared to come off quite easily. So did the ones next to them, without Peter even touching them. Then the next few, then the next, until it was a full-on avalanche!
We narrowly escaped getting hit over the head by the jewels as we hurtled out of the cave and back to shore. We swam upwards frantically, breaking the surface of the lake, gasping for air. Clumsily pulling ourselves onto solid ground, Peter and I sat on the grass, clutching our pounding hearts. In Peter's other fist, luckily, were the diamonds. He shouted with glee and I gave an ecstatic howl. We had done it!

The next day, the potion was complete, and we separated it into three bottles; one for me, one for Peter, and one we would pour on the ground to create our paradise island. We made a toast, and then it was time to test out our handiwork.
"Well, bottoms up!" Peter cried, chugging the blue potion in one go.
I downed my portion of potion and smacked my lips approvingly. It tasted sugary and I wished I had savored it more. After I had drained the last of the bottle, I felt changed, different. Like my life was just starting. And in a way, it sort of was.

Commission for .Carmine Flyer.
by ferretleaf @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:13 am [Reply]

:3

Hetalia; America
by the 'them' of evil @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:11 am [Reply]

*flails*

I hope this turns out good

Marshall Lee [Adventure Time]
by DangerDays @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 5:28 am [Reply]

Good little Girl
Always picking a fight with me
You know that I'm bad
But you're spending the night with me
What
Do you want from my world
You're a good little girl

mitch omg
by shinxfriend @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 4:48 am [Reply]

mitch's face umg
he will win da hunger gamez

shinxfriend @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 4:53 am

mitch i so sorry your face is omg

the 'them' of evil @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 5:05 am

aaaaagh

i just wanna squish his face

and pinch it

its so cute

owo

shinxfriend @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 5:12 am

Japan. wrote:
aaaaagh

i just wanna squish his face

and pinch it

its so cute

owo

i ruined mitch's perfect face u.u
so ashamed

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Aldmeri Character references
by symmetra @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:18 am [Reply]

I need to practice my Dunmer a bit...
Elder Scrolls is great go play it right now

Totally not finished

________

So far I have Dreilus(Dunmer), Vallina(Altmer), and Riley's Bosmer is which I forgot his name.

yikes @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:33 am

Oh my goodness gracious they're beautiful

symmetra @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:35 am

Hnngh thank you, its for a really weird comic I plan on posting...

Spoopy earl and cecil sketch.
by yikes @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:24 am [Reply]

Okie.

so here we have teen Cecil and Earl being super quete.

And my art of humans failing to the max.

Nebelung @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:28 am

seeing their shoulders gives me the sudden urge to piggyback them
i don't know why

Metaphorically @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:30 am

I adore your art~~ ;w;

yikes @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:30 am

Get on the cecil, no time to explain.

*piggyback rides onto the sunset*

and thank you ;v;

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Monochrome lights
by Paper.dragonflies @ Mon Aug 25, 2014 9:12 am [Reply]

wow such creative title
bilNTYKh
if it's not worthy of the intermediates, then move it.

//ispentwaytoomuchworkonwhatoriginallywasjustgonnabeasketch

stxrdog @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 2:39 am

Omg this is amazing shadow aah

Paper.dragonflies @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 3:22 am

danke <333 >u<

tricks @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:29 pm

Omg shadow this is amazing <3

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We could of had something.
by yikes @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 4:55 am [Reply]

"We could have had something, Cecil. Always remember that,"

Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should've bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should've gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party
'Cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby's dancing
But he's dancing with another man

I hope he buys you flowers
I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours
When he has the chance
Take you to every party
'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man
Do all the things I should have done
When I was your man

wishbone! @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:15 am

could have

agh great art as usual >W>/)

yikes @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:17 am

Augh. I think I ship Cecearl.

And thank you.. ;v;

wishbone! @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:37 am

I ship like 75% of the things I come across //shrug shrug

Wow I wish I had oekaki so we could be collar colLAB buddies
that would be hella rad
forls

Earl harlan
by yikes @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 11:44 am [Reply]

Basically earl as a lil kiddy

and I am seriously ashamed of my human drawing skills.

Canis2954 @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 1:06 pm

yikes @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:36 am

Help.

I think my otp
..

is getting close to being replaced.

Earl no, shtap. wat u doin earl

practicing stuff
by nmrn @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 12:29 am [Reply]

tl;dr

g

a

edit

bookie. @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:20 am

wow.
you draw amazingly.
like not even kidding.
<33

nmrn @ Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:24 am

Reading
by DoctorDraca @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 8:50 am [Reply]

This was meant to be a quick sketch.. I don't even know
That coat must be so soft

Shay is Verdana's baby

kiyoomi @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 8:58 am

I like it! And yay, first post ^_^

Verdana @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 9:03 am

THE most perfect thing ever.

Spoiler: He's reading her a gristly history book because it's her favourite and she likes it when he does the war sound effects.

swampfiend @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 9:57 am

I agree with Verdana.
It's perfect.
Just.
Perfect.

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~Princess bubblegum 4 GaMzEE and DangerDays~
by 'osborne' @ Tue Aug 26, 2014 11:40 pm [Reply]

LOVE YAH GUYS ADD THEM

☯

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