#creative project of the day

[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.

[i-lavabean]

It’s been fun to try this art style on Tide and Bone, time to wrap it up with one of the most incredible storytellers I’ve ever seen

[hallowclave]

Small but knowing wxs

[syn4k]

to be, or not to be (romanticization of the inevitable)

[karamell-sweetz]

@i-crush-rui-with-anvils @metal-pipe-tsukasa-bonker ik it’s meant to be silly but you guys hit me (haha!) with the best worst idea ever

[gosteon]

I WON'T LET YOU GO HOME!

(Alt versions under the cut)

[ghostymarni]

I have a few prompts I havent finished to keep me occupied this week, as long as work doesn’t drown me in overtime again, which it totally might:

WIP: clone staring Rex + Wolffe, NSFW Rex x Goldie, NSFW rebuttal ( @lonewolflupe watch out)

-BUT I’m ready to let my ADHD derail cause there’s a few peoples OC’s I wanna try drawing cause they’re so cool; I mostly want to draw Juno first, cause JunTech is adorable <3 @wrenkenstein I hope you’re okay with that!

I’m just anxious about drawing others’ OC’s cause my art style is still in limbo, I’d gladly mess up my own OC, but I really want to represent others in the best way (my hands are always shaking so I gotta just find the right time to ink).

(Ya’ll are seeing the raw art progression + you’re still here?!?)

-so if I semi disappear this week, I’m just fighting demons, doing overtime, + probably drawing Fox in the dark at midnight *shrugs*

[nunyverse-scribe]

Behind every great writer, is a child who had no other sense of control in their life

[balladetto]

hh...hii.

[hoyatype]

Discipline is not a lack of freedom, it is a harmonious relationship with time. Managing your schedule and daily habits well is a necessary component to free up the practical and creative capacity to make great art.

rick rubin, the creative act

[hplonesomeart]

Heyyy….so I’m back to posting arts momentarily I guess (not like I went anywhere though. Still spending my life staring at a iPad screen for nine hours straight….hate this routine I loosely call “living” so much hahahahaha chronically online potato sack. Not doing so hot I can’t even anymore!)

Anyways uh-so I have a lot of scraped things because I’m loosing energy to do creative works I can’t keep pushing myself. Kinda accepted that I’ve weighed myself down exhausted myself with all this pressure and I need to let go. But it’s hard and honestly the last thing I want is fatigue again. But guess it’s a cycle for a reason huh. Can’t fight it off, just stuck powerless and letting it happen begrudgingly

So I made this unfinished gif (you can tell because the hand is missing and the background looks unidentifiable. Plus cigarette smoke just gave up on existing wow so relatable). Honestly I kinda set myself up to get stuck on the process of this anyways since I don’t like animating on Procreate. The layering frames system is a pain to navigate. Only reason I wanted to animate Mr. Puzzles using Procreate is for some level of gained “experience” and added brush diversity for the glitch effect. But guess it wasn’t enough to keep my attention. Started it on August 5th, probably abandoned it two days later or so. I don’t know it feels like a long long time ago by now but that’s just because I’ve been overwhelmed mentally and can’t keep track of days passing bye

And this is the simplified version (aka what I started with originally as a drawn base messy sketchy illustration)

[wildegeist]

Excited that I can finally share the finalized cover for Sableheart, my upcoming webcomic.

It's about an alien knight who sold his soul to interdimensional demons ending up in the spacefaring future, and fighting for survival in the unfamiliar realm of space as he tries to escape their grasp. He eventually finds it to be a fight for his lost happiness and those he loves as well, as he forges strong bonds with others along the way.

Contains: violence/blood, heavy themes, occasional strong language.

I've made a lot of progress with this project lately and I'm excited to share/launch it when I've got a backlog of pages ready to go. There's drama. There's funny alien demons. There's ace rep. There's existential terror. And a few other things maybe.

[good-beans]

Prisoner @justzosiahere, back again for trial 2!

Status: Named unforgiven in the first trial, admitting to her own guilt during her vote. As a later prisoner in the lineup, she was able to encourage attacks both on and by the guilty prisoners (flamethrowers were mentioned more than once...) This timing also allowed her to temporarily avoid getting attacked herself.

Additional Crimes Revealed: Plotting and extending her angsty Milgram the Conspiracy au -- character development details, art, and peeks at the physical/emotional pain they going through teased in the chat. Is the crime the angst? Or the suspense? Maybe it's both!

[welcometotheravenclawcommonroom]

Goblin brain: let’s look on ravelry for new patterns to knit.

Rational brain: but, we have so many things we’re currently knitting on? Couldn’t we use Craft Time™️ to work on those instead of looking at more patterns that we’ll start and then put aside in the sad corner of indefinite WIPs, thus continuing the vicious cycle of constantly creating but never actually finishing?

Goblin brain: hey Google, open ravelry.

[raineandsky]

For Old Time's Sake

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

“It’ll take a few days to ease the pain,” Skat says with a light smile. “A few weeks to heal entirely.”

Skat’s home—or so the prince assumes—is nothing like he’s used to. Wooden floors, slatted roof, bed of straw. Is this really how the majority live? How the hell do they do this? As much as the thought of home makes him sick, he does miss his luxurious quilts.

“Thank you,” the prince says not entirely genuinely. If the old knight has a time frame on his recovery, his chances of slipping away unnoticed are slim. Unfairly so. “I appreciate you not trying to sell me or anything.”

Skat laughs, the sound flattened by the dull walls. A laugh like that probably echoed in the walls of the castle, back in the day. “I still have to hold Gvette off yet,” he says brightly. He unrolls a slice of bandage, popping a bottle open from the bedside table. “She’ll warm up to you, though, I’ve no doubt.”

Gvette disappeared into the woods yesterday to wash the prince’s bloodstained clothes. Not voluntarily, mind—Skat had had to ask her to help several times before she begrudgingly grabbed them and made a show of dragging them along the floor on the way out.

The prince tries and fails to hold back a wince as Skat goes about carefully changing the bandage. The clean fabric, cooled by whatever the healing stuff is from that bottle, is what he imagines heaven must feel like. The old knight sighs in relief as he tosses the old bandage into the bin.

“Can’t help but ask, if you don’t mind it,” he starts slowly, “why’d you leave?”

The prince rolls the edge of the blanket between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the way it waves back and forth under his control like the ocean. “Why did you?”

There’s a moment of silence where the prince risks glancing up at Skat. He gives the boy a blank stare, blinking absently, before breaking into another laugh.

“Yeah, a’ight, touché.” He shakes his head, adjusting idly on his little bedside stool. “Don’t think you’d like my answer much, though.”

“I doubt you'd like mine either.”

“Well,” the man says with a grin, “how abouts this—I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I assume we’re somewhat in the same boat to both be out here, huh?”

It makes sense. Whyever the old man is out here can’t be too different from the prince, right? They both ran from the throne. Both escaped into the wilderness. Both– well, whether Skat ended up in a bear trap as well is a mystery.

“I’ll admit, your father made some poor choices,” he continues. He snivels shortly, dropping his gaze to the floor by the bed. “I couldn’t find it within myself to support a king I didn’t share beliefs with. They were big differences too—it wasn’t just a disagreement on the colour of the curtains. I couldn’t work knowing that what I did brought about terrible things.”

The king isn’t known for his kindness. His entire family isn’t. The prince knows this the best of anyone.

“That’s me,” Skat says with a deep sigh, like it’s a relief to be off his chest. “Your turn, kid.”

The prince opens his mouth, but words refuse to come out. It feels like he’s confessing some great sin to a priest—too much to the wrong person. Easy information to put in the wrong hands.

“It’s a’ight lad,” the old knight adds after a moment. His voice is soft, gentle. “I won’t tell a soul.”

That feeling, that lingering it’s dangerous to show dissent still rings at the back of the prince’s mind. But the man won’t tell anyone. Of course he won’t. They’re a world away from the dangers of the palace here.

So the prince sucks in a deep breath, steels his nerves, and recounts his story.

(next part)

Taglist: @bushfairy

[libra-cant-just-dance]

ANOTHER new chapter of Mirrored Walls!!!

I told you guys I'd be faster at uploading after artfight was over