Whenever I see a Charizard, I'm reminded of fifth grade. I was obsessed with Charizard for a period of time, and I wrote this weird story about receiving gifts from Arceus that allowed me to turn into a Charizard. o_O I first turned into a Charizard in the middle of gym class, and from what I remember, nobody really seemed to care... unfortunately, I ended up deleting that story from my computer. ;3; I regret deleting so many things... I don't get rid of anything nowadays.
I tried rewriting the story in sixth grade, and I guess it was a little bit more realistic then. I still have that version in a notebook somewhere...



Aaaaanyway, I guess this picture is going to represent how I feel when I hear people talking behind my back (which happens all the time). :/ I never actually express this rage building inside of me... I just keep quiet and pretend to ignore it. I really should say something, but I'm too much of a coward. I chose to represent myself as a Charizard because my inner Pokemon according to Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky is Charmander. I also wanted to make a bit of a shout-out to those cruddy fanfics. =P The picture is in black and white because I was playing around with effects, but I guess it also represents how I tend to ignore my fiery anger and hatred.
I'm sort of pleased with how the lines look in some areas, but in other places they look awful. I don't like the feet and legs, and once again, the proportions look a bit off. I think this is a lot better than my other attempts at drawing Charizard, though.

Here's a full color version that sort of got messed up:

The sketch, as always:


And last but probably not least, a comparison image from August 2010:


'Gotta sketch 'em all'... what a joke.