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OTGW Doodles
Beast doodles I definitely didn’t do during lecture, to further celebrate Halloween
Hey guys! Have you ever wondered what was on the tape that Wirt made for Sara? Or like, been mildly curious? Well...This is it! Not only containing poetry and songs, but also...
(10:57) Baby Wirt and (presumably) his dad. A relic of past recordings,
(16:48) Greg accidentally interrupting Wirt’s poetry,
(18:38) Wirt playing an original song only to have (19:27) Greg tape over the middle of it with some poems of his own.
Here is my day five of #Inktober! The prompt was 'binoculars', so I decided to give the binoculars to Wirt from Over the Garden Wall. I highly enjoy the show--it is one of my favorites, and I rewatched it only a week or so ago. Who is your favorite character from Over the Garden Wall?
Get to Know Me Using Characters
I wanted to do this, it sounded fun! Original by: datacostudios
I’ll use ten fictional characters to explain who I am, characters I can relate to or have the same traits as, or I wont shut up about how these characters are literally me.
They are not in order because I’m not sure who I relate to the most and I’m super indecisive oops, and the op didn’t ether. So yee ^.^
Steven Universe (Steven Universe)
Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon)
Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls)
Moomin (Moomin)
Frisk (Undertale || Pacifist route)
Bee (Bee and Puppycat)
Deku (My Hero Academia)
Wirt (Over the Garden Wall)
Panda (We Bare Bears)
James (Pokemon)
THIS NEEDS MORE ATTENTION LIKE WTF?? IT'S A MASTERPIECE!
The artist knew what they were doing and you're like convincing me no other wise..
I arrive at the corn maze
keys: snatched
bird: saved
ass: out
I am forcefully removed from the corn maze
It’s a rock fact!
🐸🍂OTGW 10th Anniversary stop motion short by Aardman Animations🍂🐸
random screenshots I took while watching Over the Garden Wall (spoilers for otgw lol):
Not exactly what I meant by fan art but this works too
Can you do Dipper or Wirt beat up?
They tripped.
A whole buch of pallete requests i did in SD b/c I have not drawn that style for a long time :) Great prompts everybody!
9, Wirt please? (I really really love you btw <3 <3 <3)
Since my computer just got a system upgrade, I tried using ms paint( cuz everything runs smoother, plus i’ve seen other artists use it). I think it worked rather well~~~ Perhaps I’ll try drawing with it more often
Hi, I just found your blog again (which btw, is adorable) and I noticed that you had a pallet thing. I dunno if you are still taking requests or not, but if you don't mind and or have the time I'd like to request "Over the Garden Wall" in No#18? 9u9
Here ya go. I tried to practice perspective with this one. Painted in SAI
Over the Garden Wall and into a pool of feeeelsss
Ain't that just the way...
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.
i found a ship called pinescone and love it
Okay, but what if, hear me out, Wirt and Greg met Snufkin instead of Beatrice?
Here is my take on Beast! Wirt and Lanter Holder! Wirt
I don't usually post my digital drawings ('cause they are ugly), but this one turned ok, except the hand, but I like it!
Goodbye my beautiful autumn 🍂
~Led through the mist by the milk-light of moon
All that was lost is revealed
Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring
But where have we come, and where shall we end?
If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?~
Ph: @officer-lahit
Assistant: @iriska1111
🍂Sometimes I feel like
I'm just like a boat
Upon a winding river
twisting towards an endless black sea
Further and further
Drifting away from where I want to be
Who I want to be.🍂
Ph: @officer-lahit
Assistant : @iriska1111
We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day🍂
Ph: @officer-lahit
Assistant: @iriska1111