#marble sky ward

[somerandomdudelmao]

Alien beauty standards hehe

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[indieyuugure]

I drew a fanart piece for @somerandomdudelmao’s incredible Marble Sky Comic :] I saw an ask awhile back where someone made a comment that Oscar is living a rom-com while Ward is living a sci-fi horror, I thought that was pretty funny, so I made this to kind of emphasis the point :]

[hatekawa]

HELLO I LOVE HOLLY HAVE SOME MARBLE SKY FANART.

AND DOODLES THAT I MADE YESTERDAY

OK BYE Marble Sky by @somerandomdudelmao

[cyyberfurzz]

OMGOMGOMG I AM GOING TO VOMIT IF I DONT SEE MORE WARD,, HES MY ANGSTY BBG... I LOVE HIM SMMM...( @somerandomdudelmao HEHEEHEHE)

(W/O TEXT BELOW👇)

[mecub-writes]

A while ago I had an idea for a fanfic for @somerandomdudelmao’s Marble Sky, and I finally wrote it! This is probably all gonna be proven wrong at some point, but whatever! It was fun to write!

Ward is five when he decides he’s going to be an astronaut. His teacher shows the class a video of space– stars and galaxies and planets and rockets– and his eyes light up and he thinks, I’m gonna do that. He announces it to his teacher after class, and she smiles and tells him he’ll have to get really good at math and science if he wants to go to space, and he nods. He can do that. 

That Halloween, Ward makes an astronaut costume out of paper mache and an old painter's suit. It’s messy, but he wins the class costume competition, and he gets a ton of candy from trick-or-treating because everyone thinks he’s adorable.

That night, he stands on his bed in his costume holding a roll of tape and his award from the costume competition: a little box of glow in the dark stars and rockets. It’s a long way up to the ceiling, but if he climbs the headboard just right he can get onto his shelves, and from there it’s just a balancing act. Usually it’s scary getting up there, but now he’s an astronaut. He can do anything!

He scampers up the shelves and holds on with one hand as he tapes a star to the ceiling above his bed. Then another star, and then a rocket, and then a galaxy (A spiral nebula! He knows this one!) for good measure. He’s struggling to tear off another piece of tape for a shooting star when his mom clears her throat from the doorway and he nearly falls off the shelf.

When he gets his balance and turns towards her, she’s watching him with her usual smile: small, tired around the eyes, but affectionate.

Ward waves. Technically, he’s not supposed to be up there, but it’s Halloween and he won these stars fair and square.

“It’s past your bedtime, kiddo,” his mom says.

“But mom, look!” He holds up a big green star. “I have to put these up.”

“Hmmm,” she says, but she’s smiling in a way that Ward knows means she’s gonna let him stay up. “Okay. Just be careful, and make sure your lights are out soon.”

“Yes!”

His mom says, “G’night,” and turns to go. Her voice sounds kinda flat but kinda wobbly, which is how it gets when she’s really tired and needs a hug.

“Wait!” Ward calls after her. She turns. “Can you sit with me while I put up the rest of these? You could even help!”

She stares for a moment, then shakes her head. “I’m too tired tonight, kid. Can I help you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Of course, mom,” Ward says, even though he knows she has work tomorrow and he’s going to put all of the stars up tonight. But she smiles again, bigger this time, so it’s worth it. They have to take care of each other, and this is him taking care of her. She’s not happy all the time, but she’s smiling now, so Ward knows he’s doing something right.

He makes sure to be quiet putting the rest of the stars up. His mom needs to sleep.

—

Ward joins science club in sixth grade. It meets every Tuesday after school, and they spend the hour doing experiments or talking about new advancements in different fields. Students can sign up to present, so he signs up and gives a presentation on the mirrors on space telescopes. The teacher who runs the club, Ms. P, tells him afterwards that it’s one of the best researched presentations she’s ever seen. Ward beams.

After his presentation, someone starts a conversation about the possibility of alien life, and the club spends the rest of the hour arguing. Sources are pulled. Theories are made. Two of the seventh graders nearly get into a fistfight over whether or not there was ever liquid water on Mars. It’s the most fun Ward’s had in a long time, and he leaves in the middle of a group of friends all teasing each other and laughing.

It’s raining when they get outside. Ward sighs and sits down under the awning in front of the school, waving goodbye to friends who run off laughing and shrieking through the rain to their parents' cars. 

His mom is picking him up. She told him she’d be a bit late, but she promised to be there.

Ward waits. He does some of his history homework. He walks in tiny circles. He thinks about his telescope presentation. The rain drums on the ground and on the awning, steadily getting heavier. 

Ms. P leaves the school building, shouting a  goodbye over the downpour. Ward waves back, a sinking feeling in his gut. It’s been half an hour since school ended, and there’s no sign of his mom.

He does some of his math homework. It’s interesting enough.

The rain doesn’t let up.

Finally, after an hour has gone by, Ward gives up on waiting. No one is coming for him, and if he sits out here in the cold he’ll just get sick. He pulls up his hood, tucks his backpack under his jacket, and heads out into the rain with his head down. 

It’s a mile and a half to his house. Usually it takes forty five minutes, but in the rain without an umbrella it’s longer. Ward loses track of the time around the same time he starts shivering, and by the time he reaches the front door he’s just glad to be home.

He changes into dry clothes and makes himself tea and soup. He can feel himself getting sick, but he doesn’t call his mom. It’s fine. He knows that even if he did, her job wouldn’t let her off.

No one is coming for him. 

—

In his junior year of high school, Ward takes AP physics, AP calculus BC, and AP biology. Everyone, including his counselor, tells him he’s crazy, (although the counselor phrases it as “doing something highly inadvisable”) but he doesn’t care. He does his homework under the glow in the dark stars he put up when he was a kid, and he dreams of space. His dreams are different from when he was five, more I’m-gonna-discover-an-exoplanet and less I’m-gonna-discover-intelligent-alien-life, but the goal is still there. He’s going to go to space, no matter what. That’s what he reminds himself of when physics and bio have a test on the same day, or when his calc teacher announces that missed tests cannot be made up.

It’s what he reminds himself of on the days he comes home exhausted from school and finds that his mom hasn’t gotten out of bed all day. It’s what he reminds himself of the day he has to check her pulse to see if she’s alive or just sleeping. (She’s still breathing, but Ward has to spend the day checking up on her and making sure it stays that way. He emails his teachers. The biology and physics teachers understand. The calc one does not.) He’s bone-tired, but it’s going to be worth it some day. 

Ward gets through that year, and the next, and he graduates. He gets into every college he applied to. His mom hugs him tight, looking more alive than she has in months.

The night before Ward leaves for college, he stares up at the stars he put up years ago. They’ve been with him every night since he was five, and now he won’t have them. 

The idea is suddenly unbearable. Before Ward can think, he flips on the lights and climbs up on his bed and peels off the glow in the dark stars. He can reach the ceiling without climbing the shelves now. The stars go back in their original box, preserved on the top shelf for years, and he tucks them into a box along with his bedding.

A knock sounds on the door of his room. He opens it and sees his mom standing there, giving him the watery smile she’s been giving him for years.

“It’s past your bedtime, kiddo,” she says.

Ward tucks her into a hug, and they stay like that for a long time.

—

Ward smiles at the cockpit of his plane. It’s perfect, but it’s missing one thing.

He tapes a little glow in the dark star to the dashboard. There.

[circusinarun]

I was reading this and...PHAHA!

WHY HIS HAIR IS SO GORGEOUS!? HOW MANY HAIR CARE PRODUCTS HE TOOK IN SPACE? LIKE "damn...of course I won't take *insert any useful item*, because then all my 11001 hair care product bottles won't fit :(" HEHEH!

But let's be honest, Cori is such a sweet boi(? I dunno, alien?)

And Holy.... He's so done with our planet...

Comic by @somerandomdudelmao

[pens-in-a-jam-jar]

Ever since the idea got in my head that Holly was probably a priest for whatever god he's referring to that's responsible for his shapeshifting, the idea of him dressed in a pretty priest outfit would not leave my brain. Unsure how well that intention reads, but either way, he looks very pretty and that's the true win here. I also decided we need more Holly art in general, so I made Supplementary Materials~

@somerandomdudelmao How dare you infect my brain a Second Time, first Cass Apocalyptic and now this.

[shoot-me-with-a-crayon]

them✨💕

anyways do check out Marble Sky by @somerandomdudelmao it's a very good read so far i'm looking forward to see where it goes ^_^ !

[moth--blood]

i love these goobers so much

(both belong to @somerandomdudelmao and their comic Marble Sky!! go read through it ten out of ten theyre such goobers)

[coolattasclown]

I hate him so much mods can we obliterate this guy?

[60wattlightbulb]

Ah yes. The Duality of Man.

And

Choices, choices.

Anyways, I haven't drawn anything in moths, but I had to bust out the sharpies to draw this amazing duo. Love the dynamic, can't wait to see more! Thanks for such an awesome comic, @somerandomdudelmao !

[somerandomdudelmao]

Part 3 :>

Alien biology is fun~ Alien kids? Not that much.

Colored ref for the feral little creature (not Oscar, the alien one)

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[dairyeri]

✨Ward and Holly from the "Marble Sky" comic by @somerandomdudelmao✨

I was introduced to the comic thanks to a close friend of mine. Started reading and got so much into it that now you can see this.

I wanted to portray my two favorites and especially Holly☺ + I was impressed by the last couple of chapters so far. I got goosebumps just looking at them.

In the fanart itself I improvised in some things, such as the flowers and the cluster, so perhaps not quite correctly conveyed them, for which I hope the author will not be offended🥲

I would also like to say ✨THANK YOU SO MUCH✨ to the author for his hard work (because I know how hard it is🥲) and good luck in creating new chapters and projects 💖

[hatekawa]

Marble Sky doodles except it's mostly just Oscar and Alcor

Marble Sky belongs to @somerandomdudelmao!!

[starglazedgalaxy]

A conversation.

Marble Sky series done by the wonderful @somerandomdudelmao !

Had to get this idea out of my head. Was done before the most recent update, So Ward still has his eyepatch (Cover? Thing?) So yeah!

Absolutely wonderful series <3 definitely go check it out if you haven't

[tinyowlthoughts]

BELLY RUBS, WARD!!!

Oscar and Ward belong to the amazing @somerandomdudelmao, and their FANTASTIC comic, Marble Sky. The latest update gave me thoughts...

Oscar is an Irish Wolfhound, which are used as sighthounds during hunting. Ward is an Abyssinian, which are considered to be one of the smartest breeds of house cats due to their problem solving skills.

Oscar is all-in on these weird tall things that give him belly rubs. Their ship has a lot more room to run around in than the human one! Ward is annoyed their food-givers and worshipers are gone, and gets a very strong 'predator' vibe from the aliens...

I have to wonder, with the mind-meld mumbojumbo, would the aliens be able to read the minds of any sentient species? Even the ones who aren't the dominant species of a planet?