#Story Art

[simkaye]

Ahh bro I’m feelin kinda silly bro haha what was in that latte bro haha what if our hands were worms bro what if haha

[crookedgrackle]

I haven’t even posted my characters as they are normally to tumblr yet and I find that very beautiful ✨

Anyways um, I drew my ocs as WoF dragons and gave them a really evil plot wow 🧚

I have not read these books in a very long time (I plan to reread them very soon though 🧎‍♀️) so forgive me if details are not lore accurate or something whoops 💥

[lynaiss]

Rogue Trader brainrot has claimed me 💀

Just cannibalizing a Pride and Prejudice quote, as one does...

[cindca]

Tea Time

Currently working on something complex that is taking forever so in the meantime I am sharing one of my older personal illustrations exploring the cycle of guilt and escapism and how they interact with one another.

Print available: https://cind.ca/shop

[polturn]

I recently did a project for local band Weird Year (for their latest album Nick Hates The Beach). It ended up something like a tour journal following a band on a strange roadtrip along the California coast, dodging the surreal and the fantastic all the way to a gig.

This was such a fun project for me. I love doing art for music and making up a little narrative of an indie band roadtrip was just... so damn fun.

If you care to listen to the album its on Sp0tif¥ and AppIe Music. Or have a look at their music videos on youtube. ✌️

[thesilmarilliondrawn]

The Call to Adventure

Artanis Merwen, "noble man-maiden", was the only woman of the Noldor who had stood atop the hilltop of Túna among the warring men and battling princes, and yet she stood among them, bold and unafraid, ready to depart for Middle Earth.

(Anyone who says The Rings of Power somehow got Galadriel "wrong" need to read the Silmarillion)

I do imagine there is doubt in Galadriel's heart at this point, whether leaving for Middle Earth is the right thing to do. In particular because she would be going against her father Finarfin and her brothers Angrod and Aegnor. But she was stubborn and strong of will and eager to prove herself in Middle Earth.

And I think the events of the Kinslaying of Alqualondë would only solidify it and remove any doubts she had left.

The Silmarillion, chapter IX, "Of the Flight of the Noldor"

[daria-khil]

The Dog Man movie is in theaters now!🎉 The first movie I worked on at DreamWorks ☺️⭐

Here are some boards of a Living Spray Factory coming to life!

[the-golden-comet]

✨🌈🎉The Wingman: 600 Kudos!! 🎉🌈✨

WOW!!! 😳✨

Over 600 people have dropped a lovely little heart on my TLOZ fanfic!! Y’all are a VILLAGE, let me tell you!! 💛🌈✨

Seriously, I am astounded at all the support so far from Tumblr’s community and the AO3 community. Your kindness has inspired me to keep creating and crafting my stories, and as we approach the one-year anniversary of this fic releasing, I am humbled by all the comments people have left. ���️✨

I appreciate everyone who has taken time out out their days to check out my works, leave a kudos, or even write a lovely comment of their own. 🌈✨

You guys rock. Thank you so much 🙏💛✨

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[midnightconcepts]

‘Like Father, like son’ /

My non-canon AU story, that where Johnny’s narcissistic head sits on his shoulders, sprouted from a place of trauma. Under the Worthington name, failure is not part of the dictionary.

Kicking off October with a Monster short! 🎞️ Also my first time recording scratch voices for a story reel, with who knows how many takes!

[n0nam3wh0car3]

Drawing Under the Moon-Lit Sky 🤍💜

@smilingcrittersthingig unfinished StarScribble fic

Given permission from the author, this is a continuation from the story above, read the og post first before this one.

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My continuation

In her rush to hide her incriminating pictures, she accidentally ripped a page out, which slipped and got picked up by the breeze that conveniently was passing by.

Fortunately, CatNap was able to catch the paper before the wind could take it further away.

Unfortunately, CatNap took a peek at one of her many drawings of him.

She could've - maybe should've - took the paper off his hands, and ran as far away from the feline as possible to escape from her own embarrassment. But there was no such reaction from her, as she just froze in place, watching as CatNap studied the drawing in great detail.

After a long minute of silence, CatNap lifted his head up from the paper and looked towards Crafty. Though his face showed a soft smile, she couldn't help but let out a small squeak when he started approaching her.

As she desperately tried to think of an excuse, or even say at least a word to him, CatNap simply handed her the lost page and signed with his other hand, 'I love the drawing'.

It took a second to process what he just silently told her, tepidly taking the artwork of the feline back into her sketchbook where it belonged. Her cheeks shined a bright red hue, even more so than prior. 

All this fuss, thinking that CatNap would tell her to stay as far as possible from him, made her feel a lot more stupid than she wanted and she could imagine CatNap being weirded out by her behaviour. But he wasn't.

She watched as CatNap sat beside her, his smile never wavering and his eyes only showing kindness and compassion. Crafty just couldn't help but look at him, as her cheeks somehow became even redder.

Then she saw he was signing again to her, 'So, what are you doing out here so late?'. Crafty stumbled over her own words, unsure what to tell the purple feline.

"I-I... I was... j-just- unable to- ...sleep?" She muttered out, awkwardly trying to smile and clutching her sketchbook closer. Which CatNap took note of.

'And thought the best way to get tired is going out, in the middle of the night, alone, to draw yourself to sleep?' He smiled widely watching her whine from that tease, and timidly nodding her head.

Crafty heard him chuckling, it was a soft and almost comforting from a dreamy, yet thoughtful cat. It made her feel safe around him, but also afraid to blink and find out that he was never there to begin with.

"Crafty?"

Without thinking, Crafty's eyes flickered back to life. She looked back at CatNap, she realized that she might have been looking at him for too long and now, he was cautiously watching her with concern.

Seeing her react so suddenly, CatNap quickly signed to her, 'You okay?' 

Crafty barely processed what he said, but understood what he was asking, "Y-yeah, I think so-...", Crafty paused, "I-It's just... It's just..."

But nothing. Nothing she wanted to say, tried to say, or had to say went spoken. Her words were lost, and her voice went dry, and all became silent. 

Her eyes trailed back and forth to the cat and away, her lips were sealed shut with nothing to open them, and her mind trying to scramble something to save her from the cat's curious glistening eyes. 

Then, the something came to her ; a question. One that plagued her mind ever since her feelings formed, one she couldn't previously ask for fear of not being reciprocated, but in this moment, she had to know if her feelings were truly one-sided.

"CatNap." Crafty started, catching the feline off guard by the sudden boldness of his name being said. She looked at CatNap's eyes, but quickly lowered right after, uncertainty filled up in her chest, but her voice didn't. "What am I to you?"

Taken aback by the question, CatNap winced a little. It was strange seeing his shy friend act that way, though it wasn't entirely lost on him that Crafty has been acting a bit odd around him in a while. The question from her did puzzle him; what is he to her? 

It didn't take a lot of time to think about, really, because the answer was obvious. 'You're my friend.' he said with a smile, thinking that was all she needed to hear.

However, she looked downtrodden, replying with a silent "Oh". 

Her heart twisted from the truth, but she already knew the answer, didn't she? To think that Catap held a higher regard to her above anything else? Honestly, what kind of a special person was she trying to make herself? An envious one apprently.

A gentle tap against her shoulder brought her eyes back to the feline. She wavered to even look at him, wanting to avoid more heartbreak than she was experiencing already.

‘Are you sure you’re okay? Why did you ask?’

But she couldn't avoid his question. 

Though the desire to lie was strong, she needed to be honest with him. Remove the pesky lingering thoughts in her head. So, with a big gulp, she tenderly reached out her sketchbook towards him. 

She saw how CatNap staggered in shock, unsure of taking something that looked too precious to her to give, mere moments ago.

"I-I've been thinking a lot recently." She felt a pit forming in her stomach as her sketchbook was taken from her hooves and into CatNap's paws, opening the first few pages with him front and centre. "About you..." As if that wasn't obvious already.

Seeing him flipping through the pages made Crafty feel a prickling sensation across her body, but she continued.

"For a while, I-I don't know why, but every time we interacted... I couldn't help but feel... captivated by you. I-I couldn't help but look at you, and everyday… I felt myself wanting to be closer to you more and more.

"Eventually, I started drawing you to... I don't know, release some of my feelings about you. After some time, I caught myself drawing you more and more in my sketchbooks. And... I never knew why. But then, I realised something... that I-"

CatNap finally reached the one picture that Crafty felt the most shame over. Not because of its contents, but rather because it spelt out everything that needed to be known.

CatNap didn't say anything, yet Crafty could see the cogs turning in his eyes looking at the drawing. The simple image of them both together, in each other's embrace, with a line above.

I love You

Crafty shook. She didn't see or hear CatNap doing anything that even resembled disgust or being freaked out. Yet, she didn't hold much hope for him to react positively either. She just waited for any reaction from him, but she was met with silence.

Eventually, she couldn't bear it anymore, “I-I’m sorry! I’ll just go!” Just as she pushed off the ground and about to leave, she felt a hand grip her hoof. CatNap held her down.

This was it, Crafty thought. The moment that CatNap was gonna tell her to stay away from him and never want to see her face near him ever again. Yet, his actions were not as she imagined.

CatNap gently pulled her back to the ground, next to him. His hand smoothly caressed her cheek to move her face towards him. Then, she heard his voice.

“Open your eyes.”

Despite her shaking body and rapidly beating heart, she listened. The two met eyes once again, and this time Crafty couldn't turn her head away. This time she had to look into his starry eyes as they softly connected with hers.

“I may have been lying earlier.”

His voice was soft and entracing to hear. He didn't like to voice his words often, as he felt most comfortable talking through his actions instead of vocal interaction. So listening to it now, felt soothing to Crafty, which helped his words to sink into her brain.

“To be honest, I think I have been feeling the same thing, Crafty.”

Crafty blinked.

“Huh?”

Catnap chuckled, “For the longest time, I saw you as a good friend, Crafty. Even with DogDay around, I always enjoyed your company in particular. You were creative, smart, beautiful and always understanding of me. You didn't make me feel different around you and, I kinda liked that about you.

"But, then you started acting weirdly around me and... I felt weird too."

Crafty's blush grew stronger at the lest sentence. As much as she wished to dig herself below the surface, she held back. Noticing his tail swishing back and forth agitatedly. He too seemed embarrassed to be looking at the unicorn, expect he wasn't done.

"I couldn't for the life of me understand why I felt so odd... and why you seemed to be on my mind so much lately. But now..."

His eyes trailed back at the sketch of them in Crafty’s book. Crafty followed, but CatNap gently guided her back to him. “... With you here, right now. I think I’m starting to understand.”

Crafty’s eyes shimmered in the little light laced around them. Whether from shock, happiness, relief, or whatever, she couldn't believe the words she was hearing were real. If this whole scene was actually happening or just a dream.

Regardless, she felt herself swallowing everything that had been built up inside her. Her voice, though small at the start, allowed itself to be louder. “Y-you- don’t find it weird?”

CatNap leaned in closer to her face, which caused her to squeak like a mouse. But he nuzzling his face against hers, “Not at all.”

Crafty’s body jerked when she heard that, unknowingly tearing up at the thought that everything CatNap said was true. She didn’t have time to process more words into her own voice, as she felt his paw moving behind her head, pulling her closer.

Now, the mind of a unicorn is normally a robust one. How do you think they are able to cast so many spells at a time? Keeping their minds focused is one of the first things that they are taught to control in life. 

But that doesn’t mean they can’t be overwhelmed with emotions, it was near impossible. Currently, Crafty was experiencing the hard dose of emotion coursing through her entire body. 

Her mind couldn't comprehend what was even happening. Fortunately, she did know one thing very well; her body rested on CatNap.

Then she picked up on some other details.

His head sat atop of her curly cyan mane, his breath rose and fell softly, the pendant that shone brightly on his chest, the unmistakable soft fur that brushed against her and smelt of lavender. All of this was real, she couldn't imagine this even in her wildest fantasies.

Yet, her heart wasn't satisfied…

“CatNap?”

The dreamy cat hummed.

“This is a dream, right?” Her voice couldn’t be quieter if she tried, “This isn’t real, you aren’t real. Are you?” She could not tell what to believe anymore and it hurt. That this comfort was false, that this was just a trick of her mind and none of it was happening.

CatNap’s hand gently brushed over her mane again, his head nuzzled for good measure, as he spoke into her tiny ear. “You’re not dreaming. I'm sure you know it.”

Did she? Somehow she doubted that.

CatNap saw the hesitation in her eyes, but he had an idea to ease that uncertainty.

“Tell you what… To prove this isn’t a dream, how about you do this?” 

Crafty looked up from her position, curious about her crush’s idea.

“You’ll close your eyes, and I’ll remain with you for the rest of the night. When you’ll wake up the next morning, you’ll find me here, with you.”

Despite the soothing promise, Crafty’s body was still as stone. Feeling a fishhook trying to bait her.

“B-but, what if you won’t be here?”

But she soon could feel her limbs turning off when CatNap, without a moment's notice, placed a kiss smack dab on top of her head. 

“I will be.”

In that moment, nothing else processed in her mind anymore. Her body fell back down onto his shoulder and she felt a gentle vibration humming somewhere within his throat.

Squeezing further into his shoulder, there was only one more thing she had to say before he disappeared, “I love you, CatNap.” 

The only thing she heard afterwards, followed her into her drowsy descent, “I know. Sleep well.”

After that, any words she had left went away as she involuntarily took a big inward breath. 

CraftyCorn was out like a light. But not alone.

[alexjohnstonart]

Frozen castle of Briarwood ❄️

[yellosnacc]

the blorbos

This took a while because I wasn't sure about some visuals but I love my blorbos and how they ended up.

For anyone new to my characters, on the left is Neal, the professor of acoustics, sound manipulation, and other physical stuff that people of this time period can't differentiate very well. He lives a simple normal sloman life.

On the right is "bio man" (I still need to come up with names for 80% of my characters even though I have had them for ages). He teaches everything biology-related in a small school in a completely different country. But he would rather travel and discover the nature of the world (which he does with Neal in the story).

If it's not clear, they enjoy each others company (or at least will). This picture is for me to feel warm and to show the different ways they look at the world. It's abstractly set in the future where Neal gets to have a basic fasion sense and more open feelings.

[crookedgrackle]

Oh wow ✨ More ocs as WoF dragons- I cannot put this down I keep drawing them and stringing together a narrative 💔💔

Over the course of my time creating this stuff this week I keep thinking about how crazy it is that I draw them so fast compared to other things- but then I acknowledge that for like, 3 whole years of my life there was a period of time where I *only* drew dragons so I don’t think I should be surprised lets be real 💥

[lynaiss]

Some sketches for a personal project, just feeling out the vibes and ideas for the main chars!

(Yes, the two in the second image are so married)

[an-old-lady]

A project I've been working on for class. Bigfoot Frankenstein. You get it or you don't and my teacher doesn't. But we ball.