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*dances happily* I have (sort of) successfully finished drawing one character, Skeet. Go check the gallery cuz I'm too tired to post a link or whatever. Now, to draw the rest!
For Mirth:
Too tired to fix shtuff, so here us go. :T
I'll finish everyone else's characters tomorrow.
Too tired to fix shtuff, so here us go. :T
I'll finish everyone else's characters tomorrow.
Thanks! ^.^ I use watered down acrylic paint.
Music blared loudly from Izak's headphones as he headed out of the bar. His shift was thankfully done, giving him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. And right now, he wanted to go home.
He hummed along to the lyrics, thankful that no one was around to hear. Izak headed into an alleyway, unfazed by the graffiti stained walls and garbage. It was the quickest route to his house. Despite its shady appearance, There was usually no trouble when passing through. Usually. Izak slowed and his humming grew quiet as he spotted a large creature sitting a few feet in front of him. If the devil had a dog, then this beast would've been it.
"You're one ugly hound," Izak snorted as he attempted to step around the monstrous dog. Wrong move. The canine growled deeply and snapped its jaws, causing the boy to tumble back. Izak bit his tongue to keep from screaming as the hound advanced. It's eyes glowed with murder, and for a second Izak briefly wondered if this thing was even a dog. Izak shook the thought away and sprinted from the alleyway, the hound giving chase. His heart beat wildly as he looked around. There had to be someplace to hide. His eyes focused on a cafe up ahead. Perfect.
He barrelled through the door and slammed it shut. He could feel the curious eyes of customers bore into him and he quickly regained his composure. Seeing a vacant table, Izak plopped down. Perhaps a coffee could help him calm down while he figured out what the hell that thing was.
He hummed along to the lyrics, thankful that no one was around to hear. Izak headed into an alleyway, unfazed by the graffiti stained walls and garbage. It was the quickest route to his house. Despite its shady appearance, There was usually no trouble when passing through. Usually. Izak slowed and his humming grew quiet as he spotted a large creature sitting a few feet in front of him. If the devil had a dog, then this beast would've been it.
"You're one ugly hound," Izak snorted as he attempted to step around the monstrous dog. Wrong move. The canine growled deeply and snapped its jaws, causing the boy to tumble back. Izak bit his tongue to keep from screaming as the hound advanced. It's eyes glowed with murder, and for a second Izak briefly wondered if this thing was even a dog. Izak shook the thought away and sprinted from the alleyway, the hound giving chase. His heart beat wildly as he looked around. There had to be someplace to hide. His eyes focused on a cafe up ahead. Perfect.
He barrelled through the door and slammed it shut. He could feel the curious eyes of customers bore into him and he quickly regained his composure. Seeing a vacant table, Izak plopped down. Perhaps a coffee could help him calm down while he figured out what the hell that thing was.
Okay, I may have lied about the poodles. I JUST WANTED TO RHYME, 'KAY?!
Here's some of my doodles and drawings of some old characters, cuz why not!
These two are my most recent:
I was experimenting with painting, and I really like how they turned out.
These two are from months ago:
I was playing with anatomy and poses with the girl, and I was messing with expressions with the guy.
Feedback and criticism are welcome! :D I wanna learn to be a better artist.
Here's some of my doodles and drawings of some old characters, cuz why not!
These two are my most recent:
I was experimenting with painting, and I really like how they turned out.
These two are from months ago:
I was playing with anatomy and poses with the girl, and I was messing with expressions with the guy.
Feedback and criticism are welcome! :D I wanna learn to be a better artist.
Woops. Sorry 'bout that.
The bar was, as always, was near full. People, in small groups or by themselves, sat scattered among the many tables and booths. A thick amount of chatting filled the air, but one voice cut through all of them like a knife.
"...so I said, 'Steve, are you really that stupid? Alpacas don't fly; llamas do!', so Steve said--Hey, Izak? Hey. Are you even listening to me?"
Izak gritted his teeth in annoyance as he was forced to listen to his fellow bartender, Henry, rant on and on. It was a plain out miracle that he hadn't gone mad yet. The only reason he was the only one serving drinks with the nincompoop were because the other workers were too lazy to move their own asses, the manager was a complete asshole who didn't really care who he hired, and that Izak needed the money. Desperately. Though the more the idiot talked to Izak, the more appealing the option of quitting became.
"Henry," Izak began as he set his gaze in his overzealous companion. His voice disturbingly calm, though His hate filled eyes betrayed his serene facade. He leaned on the counter of the bar and crossed his arms. "I am going to be honest with you. Totally, completely honest. I. Freaking. Hate. You. The amount of hate I have for you is so much that if we were the only two people alive in this world, I would promptly jump off a cliff. So just SHUT UP and LEAVE ME ALONE."
Henry closed his mouth, a hurt expression on his face. "...Jeez, I was just trying to make a conversation. Everyone's right. You are a dick." He shook his head and turned away to serve a newly arrived trio of customers.
Ivan shrugged. He was used to being called that. In fact, he was called much worse. And frankly, he absolutely didn't care. Not at all.
"...so I said, 'Steve, are you really that stupid? Alpacas don't fly; llamas do!', so Steve said--Hey, Izak? Hey. Are you even listening to me?"
Izak gritted his teeth in annoyance as he was forced to listen to his fellow bartender, Henry, rant on and on. It was a plain out miracle that he hadn't gone mad yet. The only reason he was the only one serving drinks with the nincompoop were because the other workers were too lazy to move their own asses, the manager was a complete asshole who didn't really care who he hired, and that Izak needed the money. Desperately. Though the more the idiot talked to Izak, the more appealing the option of quitting became.
"Henry," Izak began as he set his gaze in his overzealous companion. His voice disturbingly calm, though His hate filled eyes betrayed his serene facade. He leaned on the counter of the bar and crossed his arms. "I am going to be honest with you. Totally, completely honest. I. Freaking. Hate. You. The amount of hate I have for you is so much that if we were the only two people alive in this world, I would promptly jump off a cliff. So just SHUT UP and LEAVE ME ALONE."
Henry closed his mouth, a hurt expression on his face. "...Jeez, I was just trying to make a conversation. Everyone's right. You are a dick." He shook his head and turned away to serve a newly arrived trio of customers.
Ivan shrugged. He was used to being called that. In fact, he was called much worse. And frankly, he absolutely didn't care. Not at all.
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