Great art, Mumbling! You've got a lot of fun ideas here! I'm looking forward to seeing what else Tickles will get into.
P.S.: Guess we're part of a select few who can tell Ozzy and Strut apart by their eyes. I instantly knew who was who.

This calls for a good, long think! I gotta say that #4, #5, and #6 were next to impossible to put in order and could easily change depending on which way the wind is blowing the next time I look at this list. They'd probably be best considered a tie! As for the #7, #8, #9, and #10 I have in mind, I'm still settling on their order, so I'll just update this later when I've finalized it.

• Rainbow Face Male - Allow me to be the first person in this thread to consider the male and female Rainbow Faces actual separate characters! C'mon, just because they don't have names doesn't mean they don't have distinct personalities! As a pair, I love them for how mysterious and intelligent they both are, especially since they're left mysterious all the way through the movie, which drops intriguing hints but never reveals the whole story behind them. (Fanfic fuel!!!) But the male is my no. 1 favorite because he's the friendlier one. The way his enthusiasm about science/space always bubbles over to the point where he almost reveals secret information gets a smile out of me every time I watch this movie. He really cares about the kids, too, even more than he cares about his mission.
• Rainbow Face Female - Every snarky line out of her mouth is a winner in my book--I especially love how she puts Mr. Threehorn on the spot! This one's perfectly content with being cryptic, probably even enjoying it, and she's the by-the-book stickler for rules who wants to make sure the mission goes according to plan. (No leaking sensitive info!) But she does agree to help the kids get to the top of Threehorn Peak after some urging from the male (*cough* sibling in my headcanon *cough*). You can see in the movie's ending scene that she really is impressed with Littlefoot, too. Seems she has more of a heart than she lets on.
• Guido - Hands-down the funniest LBT character, at least IMHO. Funny, loyal, sweet, awkward: in a nutshell, adorkable. I'll admit that I found him annoying the first time I watched him, but man, he's sure grown on me since then! I'm so glad they brought him back for the TV show!
• Littlefoot - I probably don't have to explain this one much, 'cause he's Littlefoot! He's the heart, soul, and brains of the gang! (Quite advanced for his species...I mean, for someone so young...)
• Ducky - The cutest, sweetest, most cheerful character in the group. There's not really much more to say here. Who could possibly be immune to Ducky??
• Petrie - Second only to Ducky in terms of cuteness. I don't get the complaints about his grammar, because to me that's part of his charm--and I'm usually a stickler for grammar! His squeaky voice, wide eyes, and general timidness just make you wanna hold him tight and tell him he'll be okay, but at the same time, he can always summon his bravery when it really counts.
• Chomper - Always such a friendly, sweet little guy. No matter how many times leaf-eaters judge him, he tries his best and treats everyone he meets with kindness. It's neat that he's the dinosaur equivalent of bilingual, too.
• Pterano - I can't believe I'm actually putting him on my list, because I've spent a while thinking he's pretty overrated...alas, it seems I am not immune to his appeal! As the lead antagonist of my favorite LBT movie, he's too memorable of a character for me not to include. His British-accented melodrama is just entertaining--"Peeeetrie, I'm heartbroken!" was an often-imitated line in my family, haha! His grandiose song is also one of my LBT favorites, not to mention one of my favorite villain songs from anywhere.
• Strut - The more mild-mannered half of the eggstealer duo. For villainy, the flyer trio were LBT's best bad guys, but Ozzy and Strut win as the most fun villains. Before there was "Beyond the Mysterious Beyond," "Eggs" was my favorite LBT song, because it's just so catchy! I do pity Strut, though, always getting dragged into his brother's schemes when he'd rather be peacefully enjoying a salad or something. His sleepy facial expression and his voice, plus his love of leaves, actually make him a pretty cute character, so he wins my #9 spot!
• Ozzy - Without him, we wouldn't have the "Eggs" song. His over-the-top sinister, villainous voice basically made it. Also, I just enjoy a lot of his quotes in general, heh heh. ("I like this place...yes, I like this place a LOT!") So, despite his treatment of Strut, I must give Ozzy my last spot...but just know that you're always gonna be below your brother in my book, Ozzy!

Finally, my list is now complete! I almost forgot to finish this...oops-eeps!

I must say, Etta and Wild Arms were very close runners-up for this list. The release of that 14th movie that revived my childhood has become a whole new type of nostalgia for me looking back, and I found both those characters to be worthy additions to the series. (Yeah, I know people are gonna disagree with me on Wild Arms, seeing as how I rarely even see a wiki entry on him that doesn't put him in a negative light, but oh well.)

Thanks for your feedback, folks! I've been making some improvements to this Rainbow Face today, hoping I can correct most of her downfalls, and so far it's not so bad. Particularly, I'm trying to shape her face better and make the neck/legs/tail skinnier. Maybe also going to pose her arms differently to cut down on the "T. rex" look.

Good job. Technically you need two Rainbow Faces. I think you should make the pair.

Hmm, what makes you think you've seen everything yet? 
He also is going through a bit of an overhaul right now, but I'll be uploading pics once I'm through.

Challenge accepted! Don't make me throw a percentage off the top of my head but I'll put some bullet-points out here!

-I've seen every LBT movie countless times and own them all on DVD (still have my beloved old videotapes of the first half of the series, too) <3
-Watched every TV episode at least twice and have all but one of the DVDs of those
-Wearing one of my four LBT T-shirts right now (hey, they're from Hot Topic, so it's cool!)
-At least 50% of my fanfic writing involves Land Before Time, though I'm sadly awful at finishing these things
-I go through lots of fanart phases, but LBT art keeps popping up in there consistently
-I have several songs from the movies in my music collection
-I like to throw random LBT quotes around the household a lot (I believe "Oh...she's mad at somebody!" came up yesterday) 
-Probably could recite the entirety of The Stone of Cold Fire from watching it waaaay too many times over the years, not even exaggerating...

But hey, it's not like this is something I go shoving in everybody's faces. There's a time and a place for geeking out, after all! Outside my house, this side of me is pretty much unknown. Oh...I'll wear the T-shirts in public, but that's about it. (C'mon, they're Hot Topic shirts! For big kids!!)

Thanks @rhombus , I sure had fun drawing this one!

Okay, here's a quick, goofy one. Guido wants to give Petrie a (literal) boost of confidence...buuuut... 

Chapter 2

After a temper tantrum, Sierra finally managed to calm down. Well, relatively speaking. “Calm” was not a word anyone would ever have used to describe him, after all.

He decided he’d just keep walking as far as he could. Eventually, the hatchling would get tired and have to stop. Or he’d encounter a sharptooth. Either way, things would work themselves out.

Starting his trek across the barren Mysterious Beyond in the morning sunlight, Sierra grumbled, “Darn it, I barely got myself rid of that last whiny hatchling…”

He thought of the insufferable bigmouth who had dared to bite him. She’d been a real squealer, too. Nothing but a bunch of yep, yep, nope nonsense.

“Well…only good thing to say for this one is at least it can’t hardly talk!”

The brat had finally decided to let go of Sierra, though just hearing it rustling through the grass behind him as he walked made his blood pressure rise. He kept up a pretty good clip that he was sure would leave the creature in the dust. As he went, he cursed his injured wing—if not for that, he could have ditched that brat in seconds.

As the bright circle rose further into the sky, the flyer crossed the plain and ended up walking along a rocky canyon in the midst of a harsh desert landscape. The dry breeze blew red dust into the air past jagged outcrops of rock, and the heat of the bright circle, which was almost directly overhead, made sweat bead up on Sierra’s neck.

That hatchling had to be gone now. No kid could walk so far in this heat. Sierra had been making a point not to look back, not only because it would probably encourage the dumb creature but also because he didn’t want the pest in his sight. Now, he turned back for the first time in hours.

The brat was still there.

Granted, there was plenty more space between him and that thing than when he’d set out, but other than that, Sierra had come all this way for nothing. His feet were sore, dust was blowing into his eyes, and his stomach had begun to rumble like a ravenous animal.

This was the pits! He wouldn’t give up! He wasn’t going to let some baby get the best of him! He found himself wishing the hatchling would catch up a little faster so he could just let the wretched little beast have it, but as it approached at a leisurely pace, Sierra didn’t have the energy left to do anything but slump across the hard ground.

Food—he needed food. He hadn’t anticipated how traveling on foot would drain him of his energy, especially in the middle of the afternoon. Fending for himself in the Mysterious Beyond was just a typical day in Sierra’s life, but he’d been able to count on flying up until this point.

He felt as if the bright circle above was taunting him as it beat down on him, and that filled him with anger. Anger that made him want to take action. It was gonna take more than some sunshine to beat this flyer! He forced himself to stand back up.

That was when he saw it—a single gnarled old tree sticking out over the edge of the canyon. Its fruit looked scrawny and tough, but who cared about that? Sierra was tougher than some dumb fruit, and it was going to sustain him whether it liked it or not.

Much as Sierra hated to acknowledge it, however, there was one problem. The fruit was on a branch that extended at least ten feet over the gap above the canyon…and with no way to fly, the flyer had to risk climbing out to the food.

Whatever. It was just a tree, and he didn’t even have to climb that far. That was what the stubborn flyer told himself as he stepped towards the sorry vegetation.

Never mind that, like any other decent flyer, he’d abandoned the use of climbing soon after he’d hatched. What’d it matter that the canyon was so deep the bottom seemed to disappear out of view below him? Who cared that the tree already looked ancient, brittle, and about to bite the dust at any moment?

Just the sight of food was tempting Sierra so much that it was even enough to make him forget about that darn nuisance coming up behind him! He was hungry!

Sierra narrowed his eyes at his goal, fixed upon it like a sharptooth staring down a leaf-eater. Smacking his lips, the flyer threw himself at the tree trunk and, ravenous with hunger, began clawing his way up the tree. He brushed it off when more than one piece of stiff bark broke off the trunk, even as it threatened to make him lose his grip. One pathetic climb was all that stood between him and a meal!

But he soon heard the faint creaking sound, and the next thing Sierra knew, his support was giving way before he even had time to react. Though, out of his stupid stubbornness, he wouldn’t have reacted, anyway—even as the tree trunk began to split down the middle with a deadly crack, he was still scrambling to reach that food, because this was a challenge now. Needless to say, this struggle was in vain, and Sierra paid for it when a stray twig poked right at the hole in his wing.

“OW!” With a shout of pain, he lost his grip on the tree, and for a moment he could only flail around as he fell, while the tree above him lost one whole side of its trunk, revealing its splintered, brittle insides in a mangled cross-section.

The fruit was still safe on the other side of the tree, though. Just to tease Sierra, as if it mattered that the food remained now that the flyer was falling to his doom.

But Sierra’s frantic clawing made contact with an outcrop jutting out of the cliff, and he dug his grip into it, clinging to it and his life. It was amazing what adrenaline could do. Moments ago, he had been ready to collapse from hunger, and now he was summoning the strength to heave himself onto this ledge, heart pounding like an earthshake. With an exhale of relief, he threw himself onto the firm surface.

Above him, there was a thick root from the ancient tree wedged deep into the rocks. He gripped it with both hands, breathing heavily as he pulled himself back up to where he had started. His head came over the top of the rocky cliff.

And that was where he saw a flyer hatchling—that hatchling!—sitting in front of him, playing with a dried-up vine that had fallen from the same tree which had nearly been Sierra’s death. And when the little brat saw Sierra, it smiled.

Smiled!

“That’s IT!” Sierra roared, while the hatchling cooed nonchalantly. Sierra was satisfied that the thing seemed to take note, though, when he snatched the vine from its hands and flung it out towards the canyon. “I’ve had it with this wing—that tree—but especially with you! I’m not puttin’ up with this!! You get just one more chance to scram, ya hear?? If you don’t, I’m fixin’ to send ya out there after your silly shriveled vine!” Eyes blazing, Sierra forcefully gestured towards the canyon, where the vine he’d thrown fluttered from that cursed branch of fruit in the dusty breeze.

What he sure didn’t expect was for the hatchling to scurry over to the edge of the cliff and dive off.

Hmm. Good riddance. Maybe it had decided to have mercy on him after all.

But seconds later, its head appeared over the edge again, and when it rose further upward, Sierra saw that—it was flying!

No wonder the thing had been able to keep up with him! Drat the way some species started flying so quickly! This wasn’t fair!

His insides boiled as he watched the brat flap over, all happy, to fetch its vine. It perched on the tree with no problem, naturally. Sierra shouted rude things at it, but his fit was in vain, as the hatchling paid no attention whatsoever while it tried to tug the vine from its place. The plaything had gotten tangled around the stem of one of those fruits, and the hatchling was struggling to get it off. It was no use, though, Sierra realized with a smirk. Thank goodness he didn’t have to be the only one who wasn’t going to get what he wanted.

Then the baby opened his beak and snapped the whole fruit right off the tree by its stem, grabbing it with the oversized feet he had yet to grow into and flying back towards the cliff with his prize.

Sierra gaped. He could feel his mouth starting to water with the promise of food.

The baby landed on the ground with the hard, round fruit, and Sierra swiped it faster than a bolt of skyfire, with the hatchling none the wiser that it had just delivered him a precious commodity as it went back to playing with the vine. Smacking the fruit against the ground to break it open, Sierra discovered a sweet-smelling pulp on the inside. The flyer wasted no time diving into it, and he felt reenergized again, which couldn’t have been more of a relief. He was no longer weak, no longer vulnerable.

The hatchling looked up from its vine to blink at Sierra, smacking its lips as it watched him eat. It didn’t know how food had suddenly appeared, but it realized it wanted it.

As Sierra lowered the fruit from his face, he made the mistake of looking towards the baby. It peeped in askance, then opened its mouth wide, waiting for its turn.

Licking juice off his lips, Sierra rolled his eyes. He could have starved the thing just for spite, but as much as he hated to think it, he had no idea when the next time he’d need it to get a meal for him was. Blasted thing.

He scooped a handful of pulp out of the fruit and tossed it towards the hatchling’s gaping face. A bit of the food landed on its beak, but it didn’t care, babbling gleefully as it chewed with its mouth full. It seemed awfully happy to show off all the messy, mushy chunks of spit-covered fruit in its beak.

Why’d these little brats have to be so gross?

This drawing sure is mystifying, RainbowFaceProtege. The rainbowfaces themselves are presented to the Gang as widely unknown, ominous beings with outer world knowledge which they refuse to tell them about. So to mostly mask their appearance and facial expressions as they look up at the shooting star in the atmosphere was perfect. They’re probably contemplating hard like Ruby is I imagine.


"That would be telling, isn’t it?"

Not gonna lie, that grinds my gears the more and more I see or hear that quote.

But good job on the drawing! I like the simplicity of the background. Vast, empty, and majorly unexplored, something which reflects the thirst for knowledge that humanity desperately desires.

Man, thanks for all the feedback! I'd say I achieved the mood I was looking for with this picture, which I'm happy about.

Heh heh, I'll keep that quote to a minimum... Thanks to these characters, it was one of my favorite lines in childhood.

Now that drawing is very mysterious, but amazing stuff. It almost looks like they're bored to see the stone.

Rainbowfaces: Here we go again...

Glad you like it! And I suppose that's possible, haha...they must see this kind of stuff a lot!

Quote from: RainbowFaceProtege on March 27, 2020, 03:47:01 PM

Quote from: Gentle Sharptooth on March 27, 2020, 03:14:23 PM

@RainbowFaceProtege If its the Rainbowfaces, I think they’re safe.

True, I think we can be confident these two are more than capable of circumventing extinction.

Indeed, they have powers that defy exstinction. I wonder if they can do a Thanos finger snap and reverse the great asteroid of doom.

Impossible to say...That would be telling, wouldn't it?

@RainbowFaceProtege If its the Rainbowfaces, I think they’re safe.

True, I think we can be confident these two are more than capable of circumventing extinction.