okay sooo, form isn’t working for some reason and i’d Like to be an illustrator. I can do a couple different styles, but I don’t do well on digital art(profile pic being my proof) so pretty much all art I do will be on paper.
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Here’s three different styles of my art. Freylla (The Guardian) Derpypaw Profile pic redraw
Accepted!!
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I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
Either one! If it is paper, can you try not to get any of the background in the picture? And if it's digital, could you make it big? And could it be a dark forest, with a black cat with glowing green eyes, but no other features (no mouth/nose).
I'll do my best ^^
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Im alreaaaaddddyyyy CUUUURRRSSSSEED-
FOR THE LOVE OF STARCLAN PLEASE PING ME ON DISCORD
I have the ADHD
I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
Writing Example:
oh boy here we go :0
*clears throat*
The moon drew shadows over the highlands, tracing them with each careful stroke. Tonight, it was relatively quiet, with only the occasional rustle of bracken and hoot of an owl to give away that this wasn't just an elaborate painting. A furry heads poked out of a well-woven thistle den. Then another. And another. Until four tiny, two-moon-old kits were exiting their nest, pelts quivering with excitement. A grin on the gray-black she-kit in the lead portrayed her emotion for the expedition, but she seemed to be the only one feeling that way. The light brown tabby at the back looked worried, her tail bushed and tall, her hackles lifted, and she jumped at every hoot of the owl they'd already seen flying by more than once. The dark gray tom on the lead kit's left was just plain tired, his smaller, more agile frame unable to keep up as well as the others. And the darker, nearly black brown tom was unreadable, his eyes as distant as the mountains beyond.
"So?" The light brown tabby finally had the courage to ask. "Where are we going, Sage?"
"You'll see, Robin," the leading she-kit promised, surveying the landscape with a quick glance before turning around to her brothers and sister. "This is really cool, I promise. Eagle! Get your head out of the clouds!"
Snapping back to the present, gulping, Eagle nodded. His wide green eyes, now focused more intently, rested on Sage. "Yeah? What?"
Rolling her eyes, she turned to the remaining member of their tiny patrol.
"Rock? Are you okay?"
The tom had fallen even further behind, eventually just stopping and resting, his breathing labored.
"Yeah," he gasped. "Can we, just, slow down?"
Nodding reluctantly, more intent on the her brother's health than the destination, Sage trotted back a few paces to where he rested.
"I want to go home to Hollow and Grouse," Eagle decided, heading backthe way they came. Sage stopped him with a flick of her tail.
"We haven't even been there yet!" She exclaimed, exasperated.
"We're all exhausted. Let's have Hollow bring us here in the morning while Grouse is hunting."
Annoyed by the point her sister was making, she sighed. "Fine. We'll head back to the nest. But I am coming back tomorrow. With all of you."
After an agreeing nod from her siblings, they began their trek back to the nest in the waning light of the crescent moon.
B L U EJ E L L I E
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