#unique lighting ideas

[wolfpal]

Modern Living Room - Living Room

[meaniezucchini]

What if minecraft had a northern variation of the swamps?

"Travellers visiting the region note the appearance of strange blue lights, always hovering far out of reach. It is known that passing through the swamp during the hours of the day is completely safe, however, beware nightfall when the lights turn red."

[1mm4d13]

This is based on the part in the OG King Kong where he runs a fade with a Rex, only with more realistic designs, hence, why I made Kong’s design similar to Cas3yart’s anatomically correct King Kong.

[novantinuum]

the longer I’m in this fandom the more alien I’ve decided Steven eventually becomes over time as he ages

[juwas]

[bariyadiy]

bunny strawberry paradise charm

[daydayc224]

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[aestheticroomdecor]

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[angelof-thevoid]

Memorable Moments / Wisdom

Io remained the same in spite of everything else that’s happened. Ikora came to the Jovian moon expecting it to be changed as well, but found the only thing different was her. As a person. Doubtful. Hopeless, and stripped of the light. What was once the steady presence of a background hum is now a gaping void of silence. Emotions that had been long-time strangers now rise back to the surface to force their re-acquaintance if she lingers too long on that thought.

The traveler was caged and the last safe city was no longer safe, overrun with red legion troops making a mess of what humanity had re-built. She scans the horizon, eyes dragged to the focal point of the cradle, a strange series of geometric risings carved out of the yellow sulfur infused ground. Like the beginnings of a project once started but left unfinished and abandoned. 

Like how she abandoned the city. Ikora draws in steady breath as she turns around to face the area commonly dubbed the lost oasis. Lost, like I am. It’s hard for her to reach for the usual faith she holds in the light as Ikora stands by watching idly the taken in the distance near tear shiver and teleport in that unnatural way. She feels powerless. She hates this feeling. 

All the wisdom Ikora possessed seemed outside her reach at this moment, feeling untethered to an integral part of who she was and her belief system. Holding the highest crucible record meant nothing if that bravado was only backed by the strength of her light, who is she outside of that capability? Another cowering mortal, waiting out the oncoming days, seeing which day might be the last?

Who did she want to be was the real question. Her hands tightened for a moment behind her back before deciding to get down in a kneeled position, choosing to meditate on the dilemma. Ikora shuts her eyes and sets her breathing into an even pace as her mind flickers between images of what used to matter to her, what matters now and what always had. 

The pursuit of knowledge. Proving herself and her strength. Learning to study and grow from other’s teachings. Knowing her identity separated from that and knowing when to walk away. Ikora inhales, then exhales.

Her fire team. Zavala. Cayde. Her Hidden. The rest of the guardians and the mortal civilians of the last city. Everyone who is still there, doing their best to survive this current crisis like many others. But this was different, this threat brought right to their doorstep, right on top of their home and safe haven. Ikora clenches her fists in her lap again. How dare they. Taking the traveler and their home. 

Ikora continues her meditation with her evened breathing to prevent herself from feeling overwhelmed, when she hears the tell-tale sound of a jump ship flying overhead. She looks up and sees what she believes to be the guardian’s ship, now hovering to settle in low orbit as they transmat out of the vehicle.

She rises and looks back out toward the cradle, feeling a sort of kinship to it out here half undone and lonely on its own. Ikora hears the guardian’s footsteps behind her with what seems like misplaced confidence, all things considered, and she feels… Wait. She feels the presence of the guardian as she always had, including their light.

The guardian’s light? How? Ghaul cut off the traveler! Ikora kept her surprise inward as she argued internally over this. The guardian had proven to be quite extraordinary, maybe they were somehow unaffected? But there was footage of them falling from high up, like a puppet cut from its strings along with their ghost being spotted searching for them. 

Even so, if it’s possible to have the light returned and the guardian found a way, not all was lost then. If they have that knowledge then that could mean there’s still a chance to turn all of this around. A spark of hope ignites within her chest as Ikora basks in the familiar sense of that background hum of light coming off the guardian, although a part of it seems a little… Changed. 

What that could mean she doesn’t know nor have the wisdom at this present moment to determine. But what it did mean was in her mind a turning point as Ikora addresses the guardian, confiding in them her concerns while still sticking to the wisdom of their faith in the light. And she considers the reappearance of the guardian before her as a sign of that wisdom being true.

[recallback-art]

Tis my friend @cystodiscus's birthday today, and what better way to celebrate than with a little art of the OCs I met them through all the way back in 2017? Been a long ride buddy, and it was a joy to draw my favourite guys.

[xfyeahkahlendeveraux]

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[mergbwhome]

What did you get for Christmas this year? 🎁

Share your creative gifts for this Christmas 👀

A Happy Year 🎊 Best wishes to you!

[starrysharks]

brainstorm, brainstorm, brainstorm... i'm too tired to come up with anything else, but please let me know what you think!

[silverfantasyart]

Sun God Apollo Tapestry

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[cakiecraftvintage]

[gravity-what]

Me, listening to music and getting a story idea while driving: ah yes. Inspiration.

The song switches, creating a whole new mood and idea for another story: no wait! I’m not ready yet! I have to finish the other story in my head first!! [it’s too late. The new story has begun. I am now cursed with many story ideas]