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Character sketches for SAVESTATE

You can see the slight design changes I made for Alex and Tool Assist (with the colored ver. being the final). Tool Assist will 95% not have a boob window in her final design but for these pics I just couldn’t resist making a bad decision for the sake of just seeing how she looked with a boob window? It’s not functional but kind of cute ngl Im trash sorry For Danny/Savestate the BW image is his daily life look while the colored version is his SUPERHERO BUTT-KICKIN’ look ayy

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I drew some kind of tree-dweller character

and then I tried to draw them in a different style again in government class

Should I blame the lack of prior practice or the lack of lights in class for the cross-eyedness & the stiffness of the characters uhhhh? The “evil” version is inspired by an environmental lecture on crown fires what’s wrong with me

My attempt at drawing Gnarly Brightmane

The horrible tale of Gnarly Brightmane

The Woodkin have an unusual superstition: they think it unlucky to be outside at sunrise or sunset unless you’re traveling. This belief is thought to be rooted in an old legend that tells of a murderous creature who wanders the northern forests. Nowadays, the story is often used to scare children into coming home before sundown, but you can still find the odd Woodkin who’s wary of leaving home at dawn and dusk. Fewer still are the Woodkin who claim to have seen the monster for themselves, creeping through the woods in search of victims. Such claims are, of course, met with strong skepticism. Nervous skepticism, but strong skepticism.

The following is the legend in question.

From the forested north, where the Woodkin dwell,
comes a story most bards are too frightened to tell.
From the underbrush low, to the canopies high,
from the depths of the earth to the stars in the sky,
there’s no being as evil, so cursed in its name,
not one creature so twisted as Gnarly Brightmane.

A terrible woodkin of terrible power,
he creeps through the trees in the twilight hours
His eyes black with hatred, his hair just like wire,
his branches ablaze in a permanent fire.
His arms swing low, his skin taut like gristle,
his grip fast and sharp like the burs of a thistle.

From the east in the morn, from the west in the eve,
from his grim, bloody hunting, he knows no reprieve.
The sun at his back, in a bright orange glow,
he hides in plain sight, moving silent and slow.
He wanders in search of an unknowing prey,
idle outside at the end of the day.

Should he find a lone child, or a merchant at rest,
should he find an adventurer delayed in his quest,
he will snatch them away, take them back to his lair,
caring not who he’s captured; no one is spared.
Their death is as sure as its means are unknown.
But of one thing, we’re certain: they’re not coming home.

So should you be out while the sun’s hanging low,
don’t stop for a moment, find some place to go.
You’ll be at your safest in a house or a city,
and if travelers need shelter, be kind and take pity.
Welcome as many as your home can contain,
for no one deserves to meet Gnarly Brightmane.

Also my first attempt at drawing anything mildly intimidating ;;

(Link for awesome poetry and whatnot and also to find out the poem this drawing was based on!)