#I love the medium

[positivelyqueer]

[Description from alt text: A traditional art, mixed media book featuring themes, scenes and characters from the podcast The Magnus Archives.

Image 1: Desolation: Both pages have a grey background, the left side has black flames with white flame outlines over top. In red, the left reads: The searing pain / of the lightless flame. The right continues: consumes your soul / it makes you whole. white candle wax drips down the right side page. a white rectangular border goes around the whole spread.

Image 2: Buried: both pages are layered, watercolor painted topography maps. only the left side is visible. the first few layers are quite open and varying shades of deep and bright green. the further down the hole you go, the darker the colors get--sandy yellow to brown to black. the second page has a small, white, salt-encrusted book. it is open to its center spread, uneven pink stitching running down the center. in the middle of the page is the word DIG. DIG can also be read in reverse on the backside of the page opposite.

Image 3: Stranger: a red and white circus tent with four yellow flags and a yellow curtain sits against a bright blue sky, dotted with clouds. on the left side, there is a pink envelope with a small blue pompom. text in the upper left corner reads: Help Nikola prepare for the Unknowing. on the right side, the words Цирк Другого (pro: Tsirk Drugovo; translated: Circus of the Other) are written on the front of the tent in Cyrillic. in a red ringmaster uniform with a black top hat, gloves, and boots that shine in the light, Nikola stands in front of the tent, legs and arms akimbo. every joint is on a brad which is poseable and take-apart-able (the Body Parts go in the pink envelope). Nikola wears a sharp, wide smile, and has two large staring eyes set into a white face, and ringed with dramatic and pointed eyelashes. her face is rather lacking in detail, like a mannequins would be.

Image 4: Corruption: a pink background with squiggly white worm-like shapes coves the left and right pages. on the left, the text reads: There is a wasps nest in Jane's attic! What do you think is inside? PULL her arm to find out! (the text is black, save for the word PULL, which is yellow, and, admittedly, hard to read). on the right side sits the worm queen herself: Jane Prentiss. she's sat in a way that leaves her red dress pooling about her (not pictured, but her legs would be folded beneath her) her arm is at a right angle and is partially inserted into a glue-and-tracing paper Hive. the arm pivots so you can, indeed, pull it out to see small holes dotting her arm and all the new friends she's made! six small silver worms are scattered across her lap, made out of semi-shiny Chinese cord. Jane's hair is long and black, curtaining around the side of her face and down her back, long and unruly strands tumbling across her lap and floor. She wears the smallest of smiles upon her face, and a single wide eye stares ahead into the Hive. perhaps with excitement.....

Image 5: flesh: the whole spread is gradient we embroidery floss in red to pale pink, bright pink to white, bright yellow to pale yellow. the yellow curves and cuts through the pinks and reds akin to fat, and the pink and red strands coil and curve like raw meat. the bottom right corner is free of Flesh, colored black, with the words (in white): feel the flesh change.

Image 6: slaughter: MELANIE KING MONDAY!!!! on a teal background lays miss melanie king. she has dark roots, bleached white hair, and is wearing a yellow t shirt, black and white checked trousers, yellow socks, and black heeled boots. one arm is across her chest, covering the text GHOST HUNT UK emblazoned on the shirt. the O in Ghost is a small, cartoon ghost. Melanie's eyes are shut, lips parted, and she has a septum and eyebrow piercings. her other arm is down by her side, hand covered by a flap of her trousers that's been cut away to reveal a bloody incision in her leg. a small white tab protrudes from the slit. the text above Melanie's head reads: Pull the bullet from Melanie's leg. at the bottom, it continues: before she kills the Archivist instead. (not pictured: the white tab popping out her thigh reveals a whole copper-painted bullet, slick with blood. pretend you are NOT shooting her again when you have to put the bullet back, please!) /end ID]

the desolation, the buried, the stranger, the spiral, the corruption, the flesh, and the slaughter!

1/2 (second part pending!)

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[kellkyy]

"Ghosts" made with airbrush and paper cut-outs

[lylahammar]

Zorella, the centaur pop queen ✨

Thank you to everyone who helped me by voting on her final design in the poll from last week! I'm so so so happy with how she turned out 🥰

[b4kuch1n]

podcast people in my phone

[crabsnpersimmons]

Last post of the year! So here's something I drew to play around with some new markers I got for Christmas. Plus! A digitally coloured version because I loved the lineart so much, I scanned it so I could practice with digital rendering.

Wishing you all a faz-errific 2024!

The lineart is under the cut.

Still love this version. I was inspired by all the cool fanart I've been seeing in the fandom and wanted to play around with lines and shapes. That's why Sun is drawn is friendly curves and rounded edges while Moon is all sharp and angled. Kinda wanna try the reverse now. Maybe next year 😜

[jackklinemybeloved]

[…]

Percy’s warning to fellow half-bloods in the audience, across different mediums.

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan (2005) The Lighting Thief: The Percy Jackson Musical (2017) Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series Teaser (2023)

[stitchposts]

This is so obvious it's almost petty to talk about, but it keeps happening so I am increasingly faced with needing to decide to bring it up. Can everyone who advocates for not reposting art and for crediting artists start bringing that same energy to photographs of traditional art? Especially fiber arts and sewing related things, due to very prolific scraping accounts that repost things from elsewhere on the internet here to tumblr and a few years ago stopped crediting the artists at all. They never asked permission, but credit has just dried up entirely and it's galling to see.

I know non fiber artists don't really have the experience to see this, but just like visual arts, fiber artists develop pretty clear styles. So if a blog is posting elaborate pieces of infamously time consuming arts that cover a wide range of styles, once or twice a day, with no credits or discussion of themselves as an artist - that shit's stolen as fuck.

It feels like I'm going insane sometimes because thousands of people who otherwise yell all day about how artists need to be credited, just think that sewing related photographs pop into existence without needing to be linked to the person that made them.

[gunsmoketrash246]

Designs I made for monster hunters au last year (they don't deserve to stay in folders forever)

[timelessbian]

ok but no for real that episode was actually a masterpiece like jac schaeffer you did not have to go that hard but i am on my hands and knees thanking you for your work

[saltmalkin]

cat spirit

[galaxyytrash]

King of casual fourth wall breaks

[calware]

revisiting an old concept.... thinking about making the altselves look purposefully stylized in a "realistic" world to emphasize how inhuman they are. also proving that i can draw realistic faces

[specialagentartemis]

Shoutout to the media that comes in forms that are just kind of incompatible with your brain. Shout out to the stories you know you'd love if the format was something you could handle. Shoutout to the tv shows that I can't hold the attention to sit down and watch all the way through, the actual-play podcasts whose improvised chatter slides right off my brain, the roguelike video games whose mechanics kind of frustrate me, the action-based free-to-play browser game-worlds that I forget what I was doing when I come back each day.

I know I would love you if I could handle your medium.

[sysig]

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