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Its late and im in a car ;<;
random screenshots I took while watching Over the Garden Wall (spoilers for otgw lol):
Fellas help
So I’m trying to think of a design for Over the Ghost Wall/Over the Busted Wall Egon, but I can’t decide :((
My plan was to have his outfit be winter clothing (still inspired off the Woodsman), since the Unknown is a near permanent winter in this AU, but this is where I hit a block. One idea was that he has permanent shined or fogged glasses (or goggles) covering his eyes to add to the mystery.
Another was with a scarf covering half of his face, adding onto the “hiding his face” bit from the glasses. My last idea would be some kind of animal mask, like a deer or an owl. Something spooky with symbolism? A lot of these ideas have to do with hiding and covering up his real identity, which could maybe be used in his storyline- especially since he’s related to Trevor and Phoebe, who take the roles of Greg and Wirt… Tumblr is usually a great place I use for decisions, so what do you guys think sounds good lol
“Did you know that a fish with no eyes is called a fsh? It’s a rock fact!”
First Over the Ghost Wall/Over the Busted Wall art! Hope y’all like it :]
BTW if you guys want to use or draw this idea please tag me!! I wanna see what you guys create :]
Next on the stage is future rock star Greg Damayo…(*in Greg’s voice*might change that name later.) Greg is a really good kid though his family doesn’t always see him as one except for his oldest brother wart and his little sister Vidalia.
Some more otgw head cannons if you please (Sorry it’s been a literal year for these bad boys)
For the first little while after getting home, Greg would be hesitant to sleep in his room without having several night lights on, so one day while Greg is out of the house. Wirt puts a bunch of those glow in the dark stars on the ceiling of Greg’s room, it’s safe to say the gesture was appreciated.
Sara would be a fan of baking little treats for her friends birthdays. Which is something Wirt absolutely adores about her and it’s a good excuse for them to spend time together while Greg ‘helps’
Greg likes to customise random items he owns, either by painting them or adding a little ✨something✨ to give them a little more character (for a long time it was just a crude caricature of Jason funderberker)
Wirt would probably collect taxidermy and give them names either related to poets or someone he meet in the unknown with one of his favourites being a Agrias beatifica viso he named Beatrice.
Wirt would often re-arrange his room because of his intrest of interor design which wouldn't be an issue by his parents, if he did it at a resonable time insted of the middle of the night, while quietly humming songs to himself during his bouts of insomnia
Sometimes the boys forget if certain things happened in or outside of the unknown and catch eachother slipping up
If either of them have a ‘life flashing before my eyes’ moment they’ll just look to the other and say
“Welp just saw the woodsman, that was lovely. I’m gonna go sit down now”
I hardly see any otgw head cannons on here so I just wanna chuck in my own two cents ^-^
Wirt and Greg are both ‘I listen to everything’ kinda dudes but in completely opposite ways. Wirt has a couple of playlists for general moods with all different kinds of artists/songs. With them all making sense on why it’s on said playlist (basically little bit of everything but with preferences)
Greg on the other hand…just a liked playlist. That’s it and Wirt hates it
Greg would 1000% have only funky patterned socks and just so happens to some for every occasion and reason imaginable
For Halloween following after the unknown. Greg, Wirt and Sara would run a little haunted house type of thing based on their experiences in the unknown, and it actually is a huge hit which both excites yet horrifies the trio as they don’t know how to expand on it
Wirt swears he’s seen someone that looks like how he’d imagine Beatrice to look but can never get the nerve to talk to her.
Jason funderburker (the person) would eventually just be called jason by Greg and possibly Wirt as he isn’t the true jason funderburker and he’s kinda accepted that fact.
I’ll probably post more if I can think of them or if anyone wants more of them but thanks for reading
OTGW fanart I did a few days ago, but decided to post on Halloween because what can be better than rewatching this wonderful mini-series every Halloween 🐸🍂🎃
The Halloween season is upon us! You know what that means! TIME TO REWATCH OVER THE GARDEN WALL SERIES
Made these stickers in krita. Might print them on sticky paper and give to my friends or sell or something
Canon I fear
Always feeling bad for the Woodsman on my rewatches
OVER THE GARDEN FALLS MWAHAHAH Have some doodles I made- In which Dipper and Mable going into the Unknown instead of Wirt and Greg.
It’s the Summerween Episode and basically Dipper manages to go to Wendy’s party and it spirals from there. Lol. Really spirals.
I watched Over the Garden Wall yesterday and omg it was a masterpiece
Wirt & Greg
👁 but in the little nightmares logo style 👁
Over the Garden Wall Novelization Chpt 1
(A very rough draft of a novel I might finish later for Ao3, depending on people's interest. I was thinking about the day I also almost got hit by a train and the police thought we died).
Chapter One: Into the Frog Pond
When Wirt had told his younger brother that he was too busy to look for frogs, that didn't mean he'd wanted Greg to get run over by a train.
He also hadn't meant that he'd wanted to get hit by the train himself. Who would have expected they'd both have to dive off the tracks just in time for the big black blur to rumble over them, and that they'd be plunged into the river's icy October waters to drown?
That was the kind of thing that happened whenever you had to babysit Greg.
It all started on Halloween when Wirt had to take him trick or treating.
Greg was a short, fat five-year-old, currently wearing an upside-down teapot on his head. "I'm an elephant," he said, spinning around. "The spout is the trunk!"
Never in a million years would Wirt have understood this, if his brother hadn't pointed it out. But he couldn't say much, since his own costume was just as bad. He held onto the tall red dunce cap meant to be a wizard hat that kept blowing off in the wind—it's a lesson we all must learn that Halloween costumes never cooperate as well as we hope.
The sound of crunching leaves grew louder underfoot as they approached the graveyard gate: a few rusted iron bars with spikes. Beyond it, the gravestones were pale shapes in the dark. Somewhere in the distance, a frog croaked, a low, drawn-out sound echoing off the stones.
"Come on!" said Greg, pushing the gate open. "Me and Dad saw a big one in the duck pond."
"Okay," Wirt said. "I just don't want to get my costume wet." He brushed off some mud and pulled his blue cape tighter as they crept inside.
Kerrrrok, kerrrrok, kerrrok
"I think it's the giant bullfrog," said Greg. "Me and Dad see him whenever we go fishing."
Greg jumped over flat graves as if they were no more than hopscotch squares.
Wirt stood still, watching his breath mingle with the mist before following. "Careful, don't slip," he said. "After all… we all croak in the dark."
"Maybe you should just hop to it!" Greg scolded, waving him over.
Kerrrrrrrrrrrok, kerrrrrrrrrrrok, kerrrrrrrrrrrrok
"Shh! I think I hear the frog... over there!" Greg froze.
Wirt's eyes followed Greg's pointing finger to the edge of the graveyard. A rickety fence in the distance barely kept overgrown grass from spilling out of the railroad enclosure beyond.
They approached the thin chain-linked gate, the likes of which might be found in a backyard and easily jumped. The only thing that signified danger was the fact that on the other side there was a steep incline crowded with bramble and thorns—unkempt in faith they'd do what the half-hearted gate could not.
And yet, if one looked hard enough, there were some clear paths up the slope writhing between the bushes—perfectly good for reaching the top should the desire burn deeply enough in their heart.
Greg was already putting one foot in front of the other, as Wirt slowly slung his own legs over.
Kerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrok, kerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrok, kerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrok
The frog's cries were desperate now, seeming to say "Catch me! Hurry! What's taking so long?"
The scratchy ascent would have been a hard enough wrestling match without a cape, but somehow Wirt made it through. Greg reached the top first with burrs stuck to his overalls, and was skipping back and forth over the rails.
"Hey, I've never got to walk on a train track before," he said, putting his hands on his hips and doing a twirl.
Wirt had never been on one either. Unfortunately it was getting really dark now, so it was hard to appreciate the fine details of craftsmanship. Under moonlight, the most that could be observed were the two steel rails stretching like sinews, the sleepers spaced with precision, and if he squinted, a few fish bolts coming loose.
A dark speck appeared in the distance.
When Wirt looked back on the incident years later, he could never remember the train making a sound until it was right in front of them.
"Trains are dangerous," adults always said. "Even if you think they're far away, they can appear in the blink of an eye. Even if you're not standing close to them, the pressure can suck you under. You'll instantly be killed."
Well, after that night, Wirt could safely say which of these things were and weren't true. The train took its time coming—too much time, if he was honest. He and Greg sat indian-style on the track watching it calmly for a minute, not fully convinced the shape really was a train because of how slow it was going.
There was no sound for a long time, and when the lights and rushing noise finally grew, there was plenty of time to dive away. No, it was only because Wirt's cape got caught on one of the fish bolts that he was jerked back into the wood chips.
Even then, nobody got sucked under. In fact, Wirt rolled the opposite way when he finally tore himself free.
And Greg… Well…
"GREG!"
CRRRRAAAAAASH-CLAAANG-TCHOOOM-SHRREEEEEEEECH-KLUNK-KLUNK-RUMBLE-RATTLE-CLACKA-CLACKA-CLACKA-VOOOOOM-KRASHHH-CHUGGA-CHUGGA-THRUMMMM-WOOOOOOOO-SPLAANG!
Coldness punched Wirt in the chest.
A force pressed hard from every side, so his limbs were too heavy to move. He was yanked downward through blackness as his hands grasped empty water.
Wirt had fallen into the river after his brother. Now both of them were dying.
Greg. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not while he was babysitting. "GREEEEEEEEG!"
CLACKA-CLACKA-OOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOOO
Coldness.
Blackness.
Sinking.
Fog enveloped everything.
~*~
The moment Wirt’s shoes hit the mud, he felt the ground give way beneath him. His arms shot out, grasping for anything to hold.
The frog's croaking grew deafening, as if every amphibian in the pond had joined into a chant.
"Wirt! It’s deeper than I thought!"
Wirt tried to speak, but his words were swallowed by water. Then the current stopped abruptly, and pushed him the other direction in a way that seemed conscious and purposeful for a river.
“Wirt, hold on!”
Fingers brushed his arm as the frogs sang louder. Wirt clasped Greg's hand as his younger brother pulled him up. Wirt coughed and blinked the water from his eyes.
They were in a brown pond. The algae had torn into a jagged circle where they'd surfaced. Though it was still dark, the chill had died, being replaced with warmer air, as if it were late summer instead of mid fall.
Wirt shook himself off, and the water slid from his clothes easily, more like slime than liquid.
"A…are you okay…?" He stared at Greg, who was smiling and dancing knee-deep in the mud.
"Yeah! That was fun! I got my bullfrog, see?" He held the biggest, fattest frog Wirt had ever seen over his head, and stuffed it under his teapot.
Kerrok, it said sorrowfully, making Wirt's heart twinge a bit.
At first he wasn't sure why something about his brother looked off. Then he realized the implausibility of the teapot still being on his head after being swept downstream.
"Huh? Hey, did you realize—How do we still have our hats?" Wirt took his own from his head and held it out to examine. It hadn't been nearly so stable in the graveyard.
A sound cut through the air—a man's voice chanting:
O, we took a left when the map said right,
Now we're driftin' off where day is night.
The sign said "Destination," but I reckon it lied,
We're here in the void, where the stars've died.
There was a heavy crunch, like footsteps on brittle leaves. Wirt’s breath caught, and he turned to see a figure moving through the fog, a tall shape in a dark coat, carrying something long and heavy.
The compass points north, or was it west?
We might've failed, but we did our best.
We lost the plot when we took a fall,
Now it seems we're nowhere at all.
“Hello!” Greg called, waving. “Do you know the way back to the railroad we were trespassing on?”
"Shut up!" hissed Wirt, certain Greg was going to get them arrested.
The figure stopped. Wirt could see him more clearly now—a man, tall and broad, with a weathered face and eyes sunken deeply into their sockets. He carried an axe, the blade dark and stained. Most likely a Halloween costume, but wasn't it a little dangerous to be using a real axe if that was the case?
When the man raised a lantern to light his pale face, a chill returned to the air, but not due to the temperature. Wirt grabbed Greg’s shoulder and pulled him back.
The man’s bloodshot eyes settled on them, and his voice was a low rumble. “You two are lost.”
Wirt swallowed. “Yeah... We fell into the river, and now we’re... Well, we don’t know where we are. What city is this?"
The man just stared. Then he let out a dry laugh. “You two are more lost than you realize," he said. "Both are a bit young to be dead, I would think."
Wirt didn't know what to say to this, so he said nothing. He didn't know who this man was, but decided to wait for him to go away.
Greg, unfortunately, was too dumb to be shy. "Hey, are you gonna kill us with that axe? You look like a bad guy. Are you wearing a costume?"
"Greg!" Wirt kicked his ankle.
But the man didn't look offended. His expression was blank. Too blank. For a moment, it looked like he was broken.
"It's out of my hands to decide who lives and dies," he said finally. "Such are the whims of fate."
"Wirt, do you think that man has any candy for us?" Greg said loudly, as if the man wasn't standing right there. "Hey!" he turned and yelled. "TRICK OR TREAT!"
The man shook his head slowly. "There are no treats for you out here, boy. And I suggest you keep your voice down if you don't want to attract the beast." His eyes fell upon Wirt. "You should keep an eye on your brother. Goodnight to you." He turned to continue on his way. As he trudged off, Wirt saw a bundle of wood strapped to his back.
AW-ROOH! AWWWW-ROOOOH!
Wirt and Greg both splashed backward at a howl that sounded all too near.
"It's the beast!" yelled Wirt. "We have to get out of here! Come on!"
He and Greg dashed out of the water. There was a slurping sound as Wirt's shoe was pulled off by quicksand. He didn't stop, keeping his pace the same as Greg's. Greg was at the age of being too heavy to carry, but slow enough that the best you could do was watch his back and pray he went fast enough.
"Quick! Over here!" said a voice.
Wirt and Greg turned through a grove to see a big broken-down house with a waterwheel looming before them. Hopefully inside would be safe. Safer, at least, then outside with a beast, at the bottom of a river, in the middle of a train track, or any of the other places they'd been that night.
Little stickers of Mabel and Dipper !! I don't know where to put them lmao but it was so fun to draw them again !!
A little preference for Mabel's one <3
+ Wirt and Greg !!
My favorite boys, i love how they turned out !!
Aaaand two oc !! 🌟
Pomme and Gloria, for the people who might be interrested ! They're my childrens, i love them so much- 🌟🌟
Over The Garden Wall turns 10 years!
🐦🎃🐸
📺 Over The Garden Wall (2014).
🎶 Over The Garden Wall OST.
Beatrice 🐦 and his boys (Wirt, Greg and Jason Funderburker🐸) 🎃🍁🍬
... And the Rock⛰️
with Canva's geometric shapes🧡
my very best fanart
Some stills from a map part i forgot to post!