Nimra

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  1. It was supposed to be Charlie but by the end it look alot like wendy so i guess you could be either. Is "out of place" good or bad? I could make them darker to fit in, at the time i was like well tears would probably be on the liter side, so i left them.
  2. I managed to get myself to draw something today, art block has been really bumming me out lately. At least i can laugh at my silly Woodie doodle......... it looks like a ****post.
  3. A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A!!!!!!!

    I swear the art block is killing me, please help!!

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    2. Weirdobob

      Weirdobob

      Draw more Weirdobobs

    3. Nimra

      Nimra

      Both of them started as landscapes, and morphed into other things, sorry!

      close up flowers.jpg

      save point.jpg

    4. Nimra

      Nimra

      Here have lots of weirdobobs, and one very happy mezukie.

      lot's of wirdows.jpg

  4. AWWW!! Thanks for drawing my derpy monsters, somebody needs to tell them to go home cuz they are way to drunk. Looks like Chester and The hound have already passed out, i love WIllows face. Looks like you guys have made a friend hug pile, can i join? *Jumps on top of everybody* WHOOOOOOP!!!
  5. You have Evil Morty coming out of the portal from Rick and morty. Demon Marco is flying he's from Star vs the forces of evil. And last but not least Birt (Beast Wirt) pulling a fork out of Bipper (Bill Dipper) he's from Over the garden wall.
  6. It's not great but it's something, have some twisted heroes.
  7. Thanks for the advice, think i'll do a bit of everything and give you an update soon!!
  8. I have taken a lighter to him i've also smudged him with charcoal, but it faded might reapply and see if it looks any better. I hope the bear doesn't mind the things i've done to him, not even going to mention what i did with his eyes. (poor thing) And yes i know hes a little light, i was thinking of dyeing him a darker brown but not sure if it would work, any suggestions?
  9. He's not perfect but he's the closest i've gotten, say hello to my Bernie!! (The last picture is for comparison)
  10. It was Willow's lighter not sure how he got a hold of it though, maybe a familiar looking skeleton. And no he wasn't wearing a coat, thats why he wishes he'd taken more supply's.
  11. Well i wrote a little story about Wilson kind of nervous about posting, it's been such a long time since i've shown other people my writing. I'll apologize now for spelling and punctuation, hope you like it anyway. (i also drew some art for it) Snow falls to the ground fluffy and crisp, the sun hitting it makes it sparkle as if thousands of tiny diamonds cover the ground. A relaxing silence fills the clearing, interjected only by the rustle of animals and the squawk of birds. They fluff their feathers trying to keep the cold out, a large group of them huddling on the ground, picking at some tufts of grass sticking out from underneath the snow. A small noise makes the birds look up. It gets louder and louder, suddenly a man burst in to the clearing the birds scatter shrieking as they fly in to the clouds above. Cold sweat is pouring off the man's head, breath short and sharp, his lungs burn with cold. Every muscle in his body is screaming at him to take a break, but he can't. All he needs to do is make it home, to the fire. He wishes he'd taken more supply's, that he hadn't been so damn cocky. The man is shivering uncontrollably, and has lost feeling in his hands. He glances down thinking of how quickly frostbite can set in, they were turning a blue colour, and become exceedingly hard to bend or move. He pushes the horrible thoughts away, and concentrates on running. He can see his camp, his fire pit just a little fu........... but before he could even finish his though, his foot caught on something sending him flying in to the snow. He lay half his vision in darkness; the other half was coming in and out of focus. All his body burned with the cold, his brain was yelling at him to get up but his body was no longer listening, it had given up and shut down. He wasn't even angry, a strange feeling of happiness washed over him; no more freezing nights or boiling days, no more terrifying monsters or angry bees, no more starving or insanity, no more, of anything. he could just give up and finale go to sleep, but this time hopefully, he won't have to wake up…… NO! He couldn't think like that, he is not a failure, he’s not. The man begins to pull his body towards the fire, his hands completely blue at this point. He fumbles in his pocket getting a lighter out, he reaches to get the fire started but it wouldn't light, he keeps trying but to no prevail. he starts to whisper please, please light. The man’s arm slowly begins to lower to the ground, the lighting attempts becoming further apart. His vision stops coming back in to focus and just stays blurry, his arm falls back in to the snow letting go of the lighter. A tall man stands a little way off, the wind making his tailcoats wave around, and pushing the hair from his face. He stands just out of sight of the shorter man, a smile spreads across his face showing off sharp white teeth, and in a voice smaller than a whisper he said. GAME OVER.