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I need ur help NG I want to surprise my gf with a pic of my fursona and hers but I cant draw to save my life plz culd u draw pics based on char desc below <3

She is a white cat furry with yellow markings on her face. She has florescent purple hair that is down to her shoulders. She is wearing a crystal blue strapless tank top with a light pink heart on the chest, she has on tight bell bottom jeans and white skate shoes, the outline matching her shirt color and she has 3 freckles on each cheek. Her ears are also rounded

He is a black wolf furry with a scar over his right eye. He has long black hair reaching his waist. He is somewhat shaggy and has a slight puff of hair on his chest. His eyes are milky-white and he is wearing black trip pants and he is barefoot. His ears are rounded and he has a broadsword strapped to his back.

Hope u can use these. (PM the pics to me)

PS: Adio was here. :3

Merry Christmas Newgrounds, I really need to find a gift for my gf but i have no idea what to get her help me plz

here is the prologue to a new story I am writing so tell me what u think

The soldier awoke early to walk throughout the camp. He put a few dry branches on the smoldering fire in front of his tent. He sat there and pulled the thin cloak he wore close to him. He missed his family very much and wanted to end this manjunt as quickly as possible. They had been hunting a former servant of their empres, all they knew about him was that he had the ears and tail of a wolf and he was called the "Black Hand." Since this campaign began he was the ninth commander to appointed to this batallion, the others had either been killed or were assassinated after a few weeks of service. He shuddered at the thought that he may never see his family again but quickly shook the thought from his mind. He roused the other troops and let them eat for awhile before calling them to attention. They got into formation and raised the standard of their empress, a black banner with a blue flame in the center surrounded by ten golden swords. They marched through the whole day ignoring the pouring rain and knee-deep mud. At dusk the rain had subsided and they made camp near a small gorge. As the soldier fell asleep he thought he heard a noise in the gorge, he woke a few men and they left the camp to search the gorge. They slowly descended the rocky sides being careful not to fall. They searched the whole gorge for many hours but found nothing, as they came back to the camp they were horrified at the sight before them. The entire camp was a bloodbath, soldiers lay dead or dying on the blood-soaked earth, entrails and dismembered limbs lay strewn across the ground and in the middle of the slaughter was a man. He wore a hooded cloak that concealed his face but it was obvious that there was blood smeared across his face. The commander stood there in horror at what was before him but his men had other ideas. They rushed him hoping to overtake him but he quickly tore each of their throats out. The commander turned to run but tripped and cut his calf on an exposed sword. As he lay there bleeding he thought back on his life, this man who slaughtered 800 men without suffering any injuries, this man who showed no emotion in battle and enjoyed the thrill of battle, lay there cowering as the hooded figure approached him. He commanded the figure to remove his hood so he may see the face of the man who slaughtered over 3000 men. So he removed his hood and the commander was shocked to see this man's face. This man was who he was looking for, this was the empress' Black Hand. The Black Hand was wearing nothing in the way of armor other than bracers and pauldrons fashioned from a material that resembled adament, he also wore cloth leggings and a pair of fur boots. Strapped to back was a falchion crafted from obsidian. He looked as if he was in his early twenties with auburn hair that flowed to his waist, his ears and tail were slightly darker than his hair. His eyes, much to the commander's surprise, were milky-white which proved the rumour that the Black Hand was blind. He began to speak, his voice was gentle as if he were speaking to a dear friend, he told the commander that he would let him live. He helped the commander to his feet and helped him clean his wound and bury the dead. The commander turned to thank him but saw the Black Hand was gone. In a nearby tree, hidden from view the Black Hand sat and thought back at the events that led up to this moment.

recently ive had writers block but now ive got some new ideas brewing so maybe in the next hour or so ill have a part of my stroy

"Two armes are standing across from each other on an empty field. One army is composed of men, women, and even a few children, allof them frightened at the opposing army. Before them were thousands of wolves of many different breeds and colors, snarling and howling at the humans. When it finally seemed the humans would turn and run one human rushed towards the wolves. She was a young woman, about nineteen or twenty, she had long blonde hair that flowed behind her as she ran, she also wore a suit of black leather armor and had a sword belted to her side and strapped to her back. As she was halfway across the expanse between the two armies a wolf ran towards her. His fur blue-black and across his left eye was a scar that stretched down his face. When they met they embraced each other, the humans and wolves looked on at this shocking sight. How could a human fall in love with a wolf, the one thing mankind has hunted since they were created. A small howl echoed across the field and a young boy ran out to them. It looked like a dark-skinned boy but as he got closer it became clear that this was no human boy, it was part wolf and part human. It ran to it parentsand stood by them. All three of them stood there looking around them at the humans and wolves. Suddenly, a man and a woman walked over to them. The wolf bared his teeth and snarled at the two of them, but they never flinched. The two of them started to talk to their daughter about how her son was an abomination and should not live. The man drew his sword and was about to attack the wolf-boy, but the wolf lunged at him at bit his arm. The man flung the wolf and pushed his daughter out of the way, the wolf-boy stood there unafraid even as the man raised the sword. He brought it down but did not strike the boy, he struck his daughter. As she fell something strange happened, the boy began to age until he looked as if he was seventeen. The man attacked the boy again, but the boy moved out of the way and then picked up the man by his throat. He then ripped out the man's throat, the woman screamed and run but he quickly caught up with her and broke her neck. He stood over her looking around him, the wolves and humans looking in horror at what he had done. He then looked at his father who was standing over his mother. He then began to cry and then howled and ran into the nearby woods. The boy stayed in those woods for many years, avoiding every living thing. When he was close to death he was visited by a golden she-wolf, a soft light seemed to emanate from her. When she spoke it was like the wind blowing through the trees and like a thousand brooks trickling over the rocks. She spoke to him about how her masters, the gods, had shown him mercy and said they would allow him to be reborn again and again so that he could forget that terrible day and they would also make him blind so he could never see the world that shunned him. So he died that day with a smile on his face.

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to their respects including Mrs. Buttersworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Bitty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. the grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flakey at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, theree children: John Dough, Jane Dough, and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes. If this made you smil for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to tell other users about this and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads a lift.

I sad

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