#art block recovery

[arafelartist]

Decided to Sketch my all-time favorite Decepticon, Armada Starscream!

[lovely-lauren-arts]

I feel like making something for a fandom. Anyone got a suggestion? I was thinking FNAF but I want to do something else instead.

[uglyorchestracrafts]

Some of my mini art, mostly poppy playtime, that I’ve been using to recover from art block

[hinamie]

mwah

[agentc0rn]

Legends Z-A (if: future)

More below:

This idea was brought to you by a close mutual of mine @/raikouswish and me :)))

Twitter: Ok I had a thought if legends za were to set up in the future, imagine a scenario where you meet az at some point and he’s standing before the gravestone of the protagonist…:)" / X

This time, Serena takes the role of a wanderer, substituting AZ's role. She becomes slowly hopeless and bitter about the turnout of events, uncertain why she has been ripped away from her home and her loved ones, until she meets AZ. Desperate for some sense of familiarity to cope with the changes, she proceeds to interact with him until she discovers the grim truth herself.

Comforted yet also guilty to bear with the fact that AZ was one of the few people that cared to attend to "Serena"'s gravestone (she assumes others moved on or are dead), she tries her best to provide him some closure in any way possible without spilling out her desires to reveal the truth and pour her emotions out in relief. Not only that, she seeks his aid to search for the legendary pokemon and maybe...just maybe...become a companion this time.

[uukipi]

quick doodle of our fav cringefail frog

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[thechthonicherbalist]

On Obstacles to your Creativity:

"Anacreon tuned his Lyre after his illness And greeted his dear Loves again in song; Stesichorus also tuned his Phorminx after his mishap. But the story goes that when Ibycus slipped from his chariot While riding from Catana to Himera his hand was crushed And for some considerable time he gave up his Music And dedicated his Lyre to Apollo." Ibycus – Fragments (343 Himerius, Orations)

Sometimes there are reasons why your tune won't ring. And that's okay. Even the ancient masters had their troubles. So wait and heal and pick up the tools of your trade again when your struggle has passed. Until then, place your art in the hands of divinity. There is no shame in giving something you have no control over out of your hands until you are okay again. <3 There is no shame in healing. <3

[littleshysheep-at-da]

Sooo… to start let me say I used to Draw and Post stuff for EVERYTHING I was into but now I only really post my 2 hyper fixations (which I think is more fun? Maybe? Still figuring some Social Media Mentality stuff out haha). But rest assured I still consume a lot of content (mostly a FUCK TON of Manga and some Games).

So I love Dolls and I play Identity V (since like 2019 but I’ve had soooo many Account Issues do not get me started, so inconsistent playing on and off). When I was going through old Dolls I realized I still had 2 Lalaloopsy (while 3 cause one of them came with a Lil Sis I haven’t decided what to do with yet). And with the Buttons Eyes and jokes people make about Lalaloopsy and IDV I decided… Doll Mod time. I decided to do my two favorite skins for my girls Emma and Emily (Hello Kitty Dream Emma and Recovery (Once Line) Emily)! They were Originally Jewel and Berry (Jewel that came with her Lil Sis and Berry with the Kitchen Play-set but idk where the Kitchen ended up) but I cut them in half and switched tops and bottoms so the collars and skirts matched closer to what I wanted to make! It’s sort of my first time doing this type of Sculpting and I bought Sculpting Tools for it and am proud of my improvement even between on to the next (I did Emma first then Emily)!

I know Emma’s outfit has waaay more Bows but it’s too small to do more than what I did and even then I added so many!!! Also no idea if Emily’s hat is supposed to have Gold on it or it’s actually Sliver I cannot tell with the lighting in Game. I tried to do the pattern of the back of the hat but it’s close enough (small scale small scale…).

I’m actually a Hunter Main (and try a bunch of Hunters though mostly 2 old Mains and 3 new ones) and rarely play Survivor lol (though I love a lot of the Survivors as Characters). I used to literally ONLY play Emily but recently picked up Emma because that Hello Kitty skin was too cute to pass up (also Survivor rework happened while I was away so trying new builds out). Also I love this Emily skin but I can’t use it in matches because the Pin glows red right on the chest and I can never tell if it’s the Heartbeat for Hunter or not lol.

[coyotemolar]

[arafelartist]

Say hello to Megatron from Transformers Prime. I finally did another.

[windydrawallday]

BURNED UP

Vent Art from 2023, is still relevant because I'm back falling into that corner of my mind... sort of. I'm currently not exactly feeling burnout but because of irl issues that struck me all together in a short time, it left me with a similar low-motivation feeling to keep resuming my work.

And well, these times of the year are usually the fav spot for it to lurk on many creative minds so I thought about sharing it!

I want these words not to be used as an excuse for pity but as reassurance that... you are not alone in that feeling. Yeah, your mind will want to trick you and say you are alone, but you are not.

And when looking back over your shoulder to all those struggling like you, I wish you find their words and fight inspirational. Sit alongside the bonfire and do not set yourself on fire, believing the pain will go faster in that way.

The pain won't fade in an instant but you know? We can roast some marshmallows together! Count your blessings... or find them in the small sweet things.

[imlocalatbest]

my newest linocut

18x24

[dioles-writes]

"BROKEN"

Masterlist | Credits go to @jiphenn | Characters: Winola (she/her), Astley (he/they), Una (he/they), Shehani (she/her), Reese (they/them), Haru (he/him)

Winola’s peace and quiet was interrupted by Astley at the door. “I need your help.” He stated plainly, blinking down at her.

“Okay.” Winola hopped into her wheelchair, resigned to her fate, and wheeled out into the hall behind her lanky roommate.

He made his way down the hall and to Una’s room without a care in the world, swinging the door open and waltzing through. Winola paused at the doorway, blinking at him. “Um, what are we doing?”

“You gotta save them.” Astley said, gesturing inside.

Shehani and Una were doubled over on Una’s bed, and if Winola hadn’t thought they’d looked rough yesterday, they definitely did now. Their faces had gained a greenish tint, draining their skin of its normal flushed colour; sweat beaded their foreheads, and they looked like they were going to pass out, throw up, and then die any second now.

“Um, maybe we should take them to the medical floor.” Winola said, not missing a beat.

“Winolaaaaaaa….” Una croaked out, reaching out desperately for her. The action, as small as it was, proved to be too much effort for him. He tumbled over onto the floor.

Winola blinked at the sight before her. “What happened to them?” She asked, turning towards Astley again. He just shrugged. Winola then looked back towards the sickly Shehani and Una. “What happened?”

They were just as clueless as Astley.

Great. Winola thought. The last thing she wanted to deal with right now. “Did you drink more alcohol?” She asked, having half the urge to leave right now and let Astley deal with it by himself.

They both shook their heads no. At least they weren’t off partying with Astley again. “Can you guys walk?” Winola asked again, praying that she wasn’t going to have to find some way to drag Una and Shehani to the elevator.

“Never say never!” Una said, slowly and wobbly getting to his feet again. Shehani managed to join him, and slowly but surely, the two of them stumbled out into the hall, clutching their stomachs with pained faces of agony.

“Where’s Reeeeeese??” Una moaned, wishing they still had their buddy around to instantly heal them up.

“Asleep.” Shehani responded, dragging her feet across the ground.

“They need to wake up right nowwwww.” Una huffed out a pained sigh.

It felt like forever passed as Winola slowly wheeled beside the grumbling Una and Shehani, but eventually, they made it to the elevator.

Before anyone could reach over to press the button, the elevator let out a small ding, the doors sliding open.

Reese stepped out of the elevator, looking more than half dead. Winola had never quite seen eyebags so heavy, it was like bruises had been etched into their skin. And their hair and clothes were a disheveled mess, somehow in an even worse state than when they had been at the base.

“Where is everyone?” Reese asked slowly, glancing around the living room.

“REESE!” Una flopped onto them in relief.

Reese stumbled into the living room and onto the couch, clinging onto Una the entire time. They immediately started to heal him up, hands hovering over his stomach as the familiar-looking particles emitted from their hands - despite the fact that they’d quite literally woken up two minutes ago.

They narrowed their eyes. “What happened to you?”

“I don’t even know.”

“You have alcohol poisoning and food poisoning.” Reese said with a slight huff before turning to Shehani, whose face was growing paler by the second. “I’m guessing it’s not just you.”

They held back a sigh, beginning to dual heal them so they didn’t pass out, throw up, and die.

Not even two minutes had passed before the elevator doors opened again. “Honey what are you doing-” Haru was at Reese’s side at once. He plowed through Winola, shoving her wheelchair to the ground before bodychecking Una and Shehani to the side, sitting down next to them with concern in his eyes.

“Haru, don’t do that they’re hurt-” Reese protested, to which they were quickly cut off.

“But you’re hurt.” Haru said, his brows furrowed with worry.

Reese’s eyes softened for a second. “I need to help them.”

Winola made her way to her feet (well, foot) again, her body aching from the hard fall. She picked up her wheelchair, thinking about how she could’ve still been lying in her bed, plotting her death, if not for Astley dragging her out here.

She sat back down - for about two seconds.

The chair collapsed, sending her crashing back down to the ground again.

Her wheelchair…. It was broken.

“It’s not your job to help them, you helped them so much you landed in a coma!” Haru shot back.

Winola stood up again, staring down at her bent and broken wheelchair. Her most reliable and trusty buddy here…. Broken. And just by the looks of it, there would be no way to fix it. Although her entire life was a disappointment, this was a new low for Winola. How useless could she possibly be? These kind people had given her a wheelchair for free, and within a week she’d already broken it. She really was good for nothing.

She wished she killed herself already.

Winola belongs to @sleepsloooop || Astley, Una, Shehani, Reese, and Haru belong to @jiphenn

[thisisnot-yourgrave]

Rediscovering Hobbies

Or maybe reinventing is the better term here.

I've always loved art, I've been drawing ever since I can remember and recently, I picked up block printing again. I've tried it before but not in the capacity where I can really try everything I want to and I finally picked up all the supplies.

It has improved my mood so much and weirdly enough, my energy levels as well, working on the prints is very grounding.

Anyway, here's something I made :)

[onestellarghost]

some contemplations on the story I want to tell with my eating disorder recovery