Alno

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It’s a drawing of my character Alice. She’s a kid with short blonde hair. She’s looking back towards the viewer with her hand on her shoulder and a smile on her face and she’s saying, “wish you were here!” There’s also a speech bubble pointing towards here that simply has a star inside it.
A drawing of my original character Annabeth in blue ink. She has a mildly annoyed expression with her hands on her hips
This is a comic strip. Here’s the transcript: It’s 6:54 AM. Holden is calling his friend Annabeth. Holden says, “yo Annabeth, hit me up at Walmart.” “Okay,” Annabeth replies. They then Arrive at the Walmart. Holden is carrying the basket while Annabeth has in her arms a pile of cheap ramen cups. Annabeth is excited. “Maruchan ramen cups are only 67 cents each! How many can we fit into the basket?” Holden isn’t amused. “Oh, come on, Annabeth. Those sodium bricks aren’t good.” Annabeth replies, “Holden, I have $6.29 to my name and we’re at Walmart. My diet normally consists of me eating American cheese microwaved on a styrofoam plate. So shut up.” “You could honestly add some of that cheese to your freshly-cooked ramen. Should make for a creamier texture.” “Really? You’ve done that before?” “Kraft single. Frozen peas and corn. Soft-boiled egg. Soy sauce. Makes for some pretty good stuff.” “Wow! How gourmet.” Holden then starts blabbing in the background about how such a meal isn’t really gourmet and about what making a true ramen meal entails, but Annabeth is distracted in thought. She imagines herself as a waiter and chef at a high-end French restaurant who is serving the noodles to her best friend, Alice. Alice is wearing a beautiful dress and is ecstatic about the ramen meal being served to her. “Gosh, Annabeth! I didn’t know you were such an accomplished chef! Was adding the egg your idea?” “Yes…” Annabeth lies. “I was laughed at for it. Like all misunderstood geniuses.” “You have SUCH good taste!” Annabeth then begins to pour Alice a drink. “Mhm. These noodles pair well with the ‘89 Pétrus Pomerol. Allow me.” “Yaaaaaay!”
This is a comic strip. Here is the transcript: Alice is browsing some sketchy website which is advertising a virtual desktop buddy. The webpage advertises the following, verbatim: “Kitty lovers every where ! The PC World has made a calling to our homes : world’s first talking cat desktop asistant [sic]. Meet . . . ‘ Charlie Catnip ‘“ An image of Charlie Catnip is on the webpage. It’s a cartoon cat dressed like Charlie Chaplin surrounded by speech bubbles which each stare a supposed bragging point for the program: “Talk!”; “Jokes!”; “sing!”; “E-mail!”; “Search!”; “Miaow!” A large horizontal button below the cat literally says “DOWNLOAD NOW]” Alice is very thrilled to have come across this site. “Yaaay! Lucky day! It’s like, this targeted advertising was made specifically for ME!” She clicks on the download button. “Huh? ‘Quarantined’? Silly computer! Let’s just get that file outta there… ‘Would you like to also install the Bing toolbar?’ Why not!” Five minutes later… Alice is on the phone in a frantic state. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my GOSH! ANNABETH! HELP! There’s a VIRUS on my computer and I don’t know what to DOOOOOO!!!” Meanwhile, Charlie Catnip has a message for Alice: “I’m Charlie Catnip! What’s your bank’s routing number?” Her friend Annabeth responds on the other end. “All right, all right, calm down. I don’t have a computer, but I think I can help you. First, hold down shift while you restart your PC.” Alice, however, has her hands over her eyes. “I CAN’T! I can’t look at my screen!! I can’t look at my screen!!” “What? Why not?” “Because there’s nay—… n-n-n-nay—…” “…’Nae nae’? What?” “N-n-NAKED PEOPLE!” Charlie Catnip has yet another message: “I’m Charlie Catnip! Are you over 21?”
This is a comic strip. This is a transcript: (Holden, Annabeth, and Toast are walking outside late at night together. Annabeth and Toast are wearing sweatshirts.) Holden says, “You know the first thing I’m gonna do when I get my driver’s license?” Annabeth replies, “Probably something psychotic, I reckon.” To which Toast adds, “He’s gonna crash his Ford pickup truck into a Motel 6.” Holden is incredulous. “Man, what?! No! I’m gonna take us on a road trip across America.” “Not unless I get my license first, heh,” says Annabeth. Holden says, “Hell no. We’d wanna ride in MY car. I’ll—“ Toast interrupts him. “Oh uh definitely not. I can imagine you doing some freak-decorating to your car which I don’t wanna associate with.“ Toast begins to imagine what Holden’s hypothetical pickup trip would look like. “There’d be a crazy suspension lift for no reason. Thing’ll topple over like a slinky… Definitely a Confederate flag despite you being a Northerner… And bumper stickers defending your right to point a shotgun at the CVS clerk…” Holden is fuming. “DUDE! You’re making me sound trashy! What in the WHAT?!” Annabeth giggles. “Teehee! Imagine he has to brake suddenly and the body of his truck flies off like a frisbee.” Toast chuckles while Holden yells, “I’m NOT getting a lift!”
(Alice is outside looking upwards at the sky.) ALICE: “I wonder why the sky is blue. It could’ve been yellow or purple, but it’s blue! And no one asks why!” (Alice then phones her friend Annabeth.) ALICE: “Hi, Annabeth! Look outside! The sky is BLUE!” ANNABETH: “…” ALICE: “Why is the sky blue? Why not green?” ANNABETH: “Because the wavelengths of light associated with the color blue easily reflect off of gas particles in the atmosphere.” ALICE: “…I don’t know what a wavelength is.” ANNABETH: “You have a dictionary, don’t you? Look it up.” ALICE: “Okie-dokie.” (Alice struggles as she carries a gigantic dictionary over to her desk.) ALICE: “Oof! Why is th-this so HEAVY? I d-don’t even KNOW this many words!” (Alice gasps and sighs in relief as she finally slaps the book down on her desk with a THUD.) ALICE: “Okay! Phew! Uh, I’m not sure how to even find that wave-thing word, so, um, I’ll just open up to a random page…” (Alice then randomly opens the dictionary up to the definition for “perspicacious,” meaning “of acute mental vision or discernment; keen.”) ALICE: “Hmmm… Hey, that’s Annabeth! She’s FULL of that ‘acute mental vision’!” (Alice phones Annabeth once again.) ALICE: “Hey, bestie! I think you’re very, uh, ‘per-spick-kay-shus’!” ANNABETH: “Well! Aren’t you a lexicomane.” ALICE: “Wha?”
This is a comic strip! Here’s a transcript: (Holden and Toast are walking together outside. It’s dark out. Holden is looking bored while Toast is blabbing on.) TOAST: So yeah uh they’ve been planting yield signs at the T-junctions ‘round the neighborhood which has greatly affected flow-of-traffic dynamics and— (Suddenly, Toast is interrupted by the lyrics to Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!! by the Vengaboys.) HOLDEN: Dammit dude who the HELL set this ringtone!? TOAST: Holden since when did you have a cellular?? HOLDEN: Jealous much? (Holden holds a giant, clunky old-school brick phone to his ear, which has a giant antenna and is emitting heavy amounts of static and background noise.) TOAST: Dude what in the world is that electromagnetic cancer box and why are you putting it against your ear? HOLDEN: Do you mind? I’m trying to converse with Annabeth. (Annabeth listens on her phone to Holden—or at least tries to, as he keeps getting interrupted by static.) HOLDEN (through the phone): *FFFZZSSH CRACK* —what’s up Ann— *KRRRSSSHH* —orry my phone’s janking ou— *FFSSSHHZZZ click* —LA-Z-BOY PRESIDENTS’ DAY SUPER SALE! BUT SEVEN MATTRESSES FOR THE PRICE OF FIVE! *click FZZZSSSH* (Annabeth gets tired of this nonsense.) ANNABETH: Wha—… take my number off your list. HOLDEN: Dude, Annabeth, it’s me! TOAST: Holden man how’s she supposed to know that when you’re committing an auditory acid attack.
This is a comic strip. The following is a transcript. (Alice is in the middle of playing hopscotch when idiot Holden walks up to her with a glass soda bottle in his hand.) HOLDEN: Yo Alice! Whatchya doin’, sis? ALICE: Hi, Holden! I’m playing hopscotch! Wanna join? HOLDEN: Woah! Hold on! You’re playing it all wrong! ALICE: I am? HOLDEN: Yeah! This is baby stuff! Haven’t you heard of hardcore hopscotch? ALICE: Um, I don’t think so… HOLDEN: It’s easy! It’s basically the same thing. Here, I’ll set it up— (Holden then smashes his glass bottle onto the hopscotch outline with a determined look on his face. Alice stares in shock…) HOLDEN: We play barefoot. ALICE: HOLDEN!! You big jerk! I can’t play hopscotch on GLASS! HOLDEN: There’s also a variant where you play across a big bed of flaming coals. ALICE: Okay, now I KNOW you’re lying…
This is a comic strip starring three of my original characters: Toast, Annabeth, and Alice. Currently, Toast is visiting his friend Annabeth’s house. But he’s got some complaints… (Toast is looking at a metal tray with an assortment of some cheapo snacks on it placed in front of him. He’s clearly confused and disgusted.) TOAST: “Dang are these really all the snacks you got? … Like you don’t have anything in the manner of Pop-Tarts?” ANNABETH: “Who the heck asks for Pop-Tarts at someone’s house?” TOAST: “Annabeth please this is a platter of saltines with mustard on top.” ANNABETH: “It’s called a minimalist budget-charcuterie, thank you very much.” TOAST: “It’s called poverty.” (The phone rings—Annabeth steps out and answers it.) ANNABETH: “Sorry, hold on—Hello?” (It’s Alice! She’s the one calling Annabeth.) ALICE: Hi, Annabeth! I have a question: how do worms use the bathroom? Do worms have buttholes?” ANNABETH: “What the hell, Alice??” ALICE: “My mom says she doesn’t know.” (Annabeth sighs) ANNABETH: … Let me get the encyclopedia. Toast, talk to her. (Now Toast is on the phone with Alice.) TOAST: Oh hi Alice, uh what’s up? … Uh no, worms don’t use bathrooms no, they’re too small.
This is a special drawing of my original character, Annabeth Pontellier. She’s actually colorized: she’s got a big mop of long, jagged, dark red hair flowing down behind her back alongside fairly straight-cut bangs. She’s sitting down on the floor with her right knee up and her right hand resting on it. She’s wearing black shorts and brown shoes, and she has an irritated expression on her face. “Got a problem?” she says to the imaginary camera. - AGE: 7 years old. - FIDE RATING: 1147. - She’s currently training for the International Mathematical Olympiad. - FAVORITE ANIMAL: Elephant. Two comic panels (both in black-and-white) exist next to the colorized drawing of Annabeth: In the upper-right panel, Annabeth puts her back towards the camera, crosses her arms, and says “don’t look at me.” She’s mad! In the bottom-left panel, there’s a close-up of her smug face as she thinks to herself, “bitches get stitches.” (She is not brave enough to actually say cuss words aloud.) “Enjoy Annabeth’s hubris and other precocious characters in the world of… Dunderheads! By Ali El-Khechen! Copyright 2020-2024.”
A drawing of a young girl with short blonde hair named Alice. The linework is done in purple. Alice is staring ahead blankly with a small smile on her face. She’s wearing a T-shirt with purple diagonal lines streaking across it alongside dark purple pants (everything’s purple).
This is a drawing of my original character, Alice, who’s a little girl with blonde hair. She’s resting her head on her hand, with that hand’s corresponding elbow resting upon her other hand. She’s looking towards in an inquisitive manner and is saying, “Hmm…”
This is a drawing of my original character, Alice. She’s a little kid with blonde hair that flows down to her shoulders. In this drawing, she’s sitting down on her knees while holding some sort of device (cell phone? GameBoy?). She’s got a bright smile on her face, as she often does.
Four drawings of my original character Alice in my sketchbook. She’s a young girl with short blonde hair. These are what the four drawings look like in clockwise order starting from the top left: 1.) Alice is looking upwards at the viewer with big, wide-open eyes that look to be quivering as if they are on the verge of tears. She has her hands bunched up and over her mouth. 2.) This is a drawing of Alice from her forearm and above. She looks toward the viewer with a sleazy look through her half-lidded eyes and a slight smirk. One arm appears to be resting flat on an imaginary surface, which the other arm is raised with her making the Shaka hand gesture. 3.) Alice has her arms stretched downwards and out from her sides with her hands and fingertips pointed upwards. She glances to her left with a slight frown. 4.) Alice is jumping up into the air with her arms raised up high around her head and her legs and feet raised up behind her. She’s looking upwards with a big, wide-open smile.
CLOUD GAZING with ALICE! Alice and Annabeth are lying on the ground. Alice is looking up towards the sky with a smile on her face; Annabeth is looking at Alice with a neutral, almost inquisitive expression.
[Alice and Annabeth are sitting in front of a tree. Annabeth has long and tangled hair—unseasonably tangled, frankly.] ALICE: Gosh, Annabeth, how often do you brush your hair? It looks really tangled. ANNABETH: Leave me alone. There’s nothing wrong with it. ALICE: But there are sticks and sap in your hair! ANNABETH: A California redwood could be growing out of my hair and I still wouldn’t care. Shut up. ALICE: It’s just not hygienic… have you ever been to a barbershop? ANNABETH: Only once. They tried to be fancy and gave me a bouffant. ALICE: That sounds cute! ANNABETH: It was not. [There’s a flashback to Annabeth sitting in a barber chair looking at herself in the mirror. She has that crazy tall Marge Simpson cut.] ANNABETH: AAAAAAHHH!!!
“Meet… Alice Fay!” (At the center of the image is Alice Fay jumping jubilantly over a star with a bright smile on her face. She’s wearing a short dress that’s striped around the collar and skirt alongside tennis shoes with Velcro straps. ALICE: “Hiya, friends! It’s a pleasure to meetcha!”) “She’s friendly!” (Alice is crouched over a flower bed. She’s waving at the flowers happily. “Hiiiiiii flowerrrrrs!!” Her friend Annabeth looks at her from a distance in confusion.) “She’s smart!” (Alice is putting a triangular block into her toy pail. “It goes in the square hole.”) “She’s gullible!” (Alice is on a phone call. PHONE: “Please wire $5000 and provide us your SSN or we will be forced to issue an arrest warrant against you.” ALICE: “AAAAHHH!!!”) “She’s blonde!” (ALICE: “It’s my only real personality trait. ⭐️”) “Enjoy Alice’s shenanigans and other wacky characters in the world of… Dunderheads! By Ali El-Khechen! Copyright 2020-2024.”
Colorized drawing of Alice, a young girl with short blonde hair. She’s wearing a pink shirt, black shorts, pink shoes, and a pink hair bow. All shades of pink are a rather exuberant hot pink. She’s sitting on the floor with her hands on her left knee as her left leg is crossed over her right leg. She looking upwards and smiling brightly.