im bored and i think i should flex my art muscles. monster or ghost prompts. cool stories or descriptions might get a drawing. i used to draw things for /x/ a long time ago i kind of doubt anyone will remember me
Can you draw a memory? Or some part of it?
I would have been under 8 years old because when I was 8 my parents split up and I didn't live at this house anymore.
My childhood home was on the corner of two streets, with a school catty-corner to us. I was sitting on the curb in front of my house (although I remember it as being my porch, I figure kid memories are just weird) and a man came walking towards me from the other side of our street. (other side of the cross street) Which isn't all that weird, except I had been sitting there for awhile and had looked that way and he hadn't been there. There was a clear line of sight and because the school was there and a fenced chunk of land on the other side of where he was standing there was nowhere for him to have come from. But I didn't ping this as weird as a kid, its looking back that I realized I don't know where the hell he came from.
He came walking up towards out house and was in a long men's coat, the pressed wool kind down to his knees and a scarf. (Also slacks and I assume he probably was wearing a shirt, but coat in the way. I'll call him CoatGuy) This was Texas in summer. This was NOT a place for that kind of coat. He stopped in front of me and asked me where Mrs. X lived (a woman that lived on our street. I don't know how old she really was but to me as a kid she seemed very old), but he squatted down to talk to me and had this really friendly tone that put me right at ease, even though I wasn't really a friendly kid. So I pointed out the house he needed to go to (across the street and a door or two down) and he thanked me and handed me a sucker. Then he looked at me again and told me I should put on a jacket, it was going to be cold later. I don't know if I said anything but I stuck the candy in my pocket.
So he goes walking off towards Mrs. X's house and I went on being a kid. (I think I was doing some dumb craft, like those plastic lacing things? I know there was some reason I kept looking down.) It then struck me that the guy had yellow eyes, not like highlighter yellow, more like a gold color? But not a color I have ever seen in another human being without the assistance of contacts.
When I looked up again I saw CoatGuy walking into this woman's house, no knocking or anything, just opening the screen, then turning the knob and going inside. Which was weird because Mrs. X didn't have family, or she said she didn't because she was always asking my dad to do stuff for her around the house and yard. Time passed (probably a few hours, maybe more but it was starting to get dark) and a different neighbor went to Mrs. X's place and knocked, then got freaked out by something she saw when she looked in the window from the porch and she went running back to her house. Then there were emergency vehicles and a stretcher bringing someone out all covered up head to toe and this guy was walking out beside the stretcher people, but no one was looking at him or asking him anything like they were the neighbor who called them. And CoatGuy just went walking off the way he came without anyone stopping him to talk or anything.
Later my dad was talking to the male neighbor who lived beside us and was telling him that Mrs. X had passed away, etc. (I was a kid, I don't remember what he said she died of) and that the lady neighbor had called the police. I mentioned CoatGuy walking in and Male Neighbor gave me a weird look. He looked back at my father and told him that he had been working on his car all that afternoon and keeping an eye on me, and I hadn't spoken to anyone all day. He said he wouldn't have let a stranger stop to talk to me without alerting my parents (which is true, he usually kept an eye on the neighborhood's kids.)
But I still had the damn sucker. And it wasn't a brand that my parents bought for me.
Not quite related: He was right about the jacket, we got a bit of a cold snap that evening and for a few days it was chilly enough to wear a windbreaker.
Anyway, not sure how scary a story it is, but its all true.
this idea sounded like something a middle school kid dreamed up when he discovered metal.
but if interesting angel design is what youre looking for then check this guy out: http://petemohrbacher.deviantart.com/
angels for grown ass people.
hmmmm i dont know if i really have one.
I was hanging around here when The Red Hooded Boy story was being posted. That one REALLY got my attention and it was definitely one of the first things that got me posting artwork on here
nothin else then? thats a bummer, you guys are way more imaginative than that. maybe ill post old art
I already asked for something, but if you want more...
Can you draw an oil baby? Abura akago, they're little baby ghosts that steal oil from lamps and for some reason I think they're cute as heck.
Op im here
Draw a silhouette of a beast. Behind the beast is the moon, then behind the moon is the sun. For the head of the beast make it a bird with an inverted pentagram aura. The teeth of the beast needs to be black with the beast being white. Make sure to make the lower half of the beast 3d and the moon is full tonight
You'll do better than me. Then again, a three year old draws better than me.
I bet you'd do really well, but okay, have another challenge:
The ghost of a chihuahua come back for revenge against the poodle next door that was always trying to fuck it through the chain link fence.
OP thinks this is bonkers and poorly described.
Im saving this op!!! great work
Genuine thanks. My chihuahua died right around my birthday last year and I've been a giant wuss about it.
This pic made me smile because she always had her tongue hanging out and was trying to bite that damn poodle through the fence.
YOURE NOT FULFILLING REQUESTS
She was a great little dog. I miss her like crazy, even though I still have her brother. (Ironically, her brother's name is Bean, hopefully you aren't foretelling his untimely demise, maybe you could put his date of death ridiculously far into the future? xD)
OP, I'm writing a spoopy post-apocalyptic story featuring a mad murderer travelling the wasteland in pursuit of the protagonists, driven by a dark god. Think you could draw him for me? He wears one of those old-fashioned welding masks, with a narrow horizontal slit for vision. Long, messy hair, a torn up, blood-stained coat and whatever weapon you think would be cool. Maybe he could be killing some sort of demented creature? I'll leave that up to you.
Also, regardless oo whether or not you choose to draw this, it's good to see some old /x/ faces 'round here again. Especially drawfags, so cheers, mate.
>hmmmm i dont know if i really have one.
Then how about drawing this fucker who induces nostalgia nightmares everywhere he goes?
there is this thing i saw in a dream and tried to beat up with a baseball bat
It's some sort of cow or four-legged creature, strong skeleton with very thick bones. It's ribcage is very long almost to the rear legs. In the front it's head resembles a human skull except deformed and sort of hexagonal, and it has no neck, the head doesn't even seem to stem from the spine but somewhere in the middle when you look at it from the front. It has patches of moss on it and when you come too close it turns into a normal young woman
There's one from my childhood that I'd appreciate you trying. It was like a human body with everything from the waist down missing. It had leathery black skin with incredibly long fingers, like a foot and a half each and moved by dragging itself. It's face was white and long like a bird or a plague doctor mask, but it definitely opened like a beak. It was almost completely covered in moss and the occasional flower or shroom and lived on the edge of a river. It's eyes were dark red like blood (not glowing) with small black pupils. Overall it conveyed more of a sorrowful aura than one of menace or evil.
I really would like to see someone else's take on this thing. I'd also like to see the thing again myself.
well I don't mean to shill in OP's thread but I'm doing an /x/ based comic and im just finishing up writing and once I'm done with that I'm willing to do some drawings. [s]I only have pencil and paper[/s]
Draw the girl from the edgy poem I wrote while I was bored a few days ago.
Her eyes are black, silver and grey
They shine with a darkness brighter than day
The light that exists behind human eyes
Faded away the first time she cried
She stands no taller than that of a girl
But the malice inside her constantly swirls
Her hair is pitch black, darker than night
Take one glance and you're in for a fright
Theres nothing left aside from the pain
She's lost everything and has nothing to gain
Her entire existence is without a reason
With no loyalties, she's incapable of treason
What once was lost will never be found
Blood replaced by hate, evil was crowned
Nobody knows from whence she came
Right or wrong, it's all the same
She's the deity of despair, thousands of years old
No life and no death, just painfully cold
Teeth sharp and strong make bones crack
She takes lives and gives nothing back
Existing alone is her only crime
She sits doing nothing for years at a time
Her body is acidic, toxic throughout
The atmosphere around her, nuclear fallout
yeah I made one a few week back. I had done a lot of random creepy sketches and roughs last summer. The a while ago I decided to make a big narrative out of it with arcs and I'm just now finishing the writing from the first arc. The first arc is a bunch of riddle stories told by a group of people on a train.
Humanoid, way too skinny like just skin and bones, the angler fish light bait thing on its forehead, 2 huge, deppressingly sad looking eyes looking straight at you, bald on top of head but long hair on sides of head (whatever kind of hair it is just make it ugly). Vestigial tail, spikes on its back, kinda like sonic but needle-instead of saw-like. 5 fingers that end on serrated claws on each hand. Half of its face is the mouth, which is filled with many long sharp teeth, but the mouth does not seem to be neither smiling nor sad, hell, not even capable of such kinds of expressions. Feet so dangerously sharp it would leave footprints in titanium even if it tried not to.
Only overly empathetic retards value effort more than the final product. The value of the art is what's there when you finish. That dude draws in a manner characteristic of a small child, too.
Shame we don't get too many drawfags anymore, and when we do, they don't stick around very long.