"it's a pleasant stroll through the park--with darkspawn!"

howdy, I'm gal ! I like drawing cowboys, minecraft, d&d, and lots of other things (fanart and ocs)‎‎ ‎✴ she/her ✴ ‎#galaxystt art ‎✴ prof by @neptunesolar

[galaxystt]

Howdy Portfolio Day!!

(is this a thing on tumblr) I'm Gal, a freelance artist from Texas⭐️I love drawing vibrant character art— especially fantasy and historical fashion! I'm inspired by D&D, MCYT, and tons of other things that make me happy🧡 Commissions OPEN on VGen! ⭐️ vgen.co/galaxystt ⭐️ [email protected] ⭐️ galaxystt.myportfolio.com

[kitsuneisi]

Don't forget. Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember her, you are not alone

[themilkcartonmap]

IT’S HERE!! The COMPLETED Milk Carton MAP is now up to watch on Youtube!

Thank you so much to the 39 artists and many, many more people who made this MAP possible. This was a labor of love for so many people and we are so thrilled to be able to share it with the world! Please check out all the participants’ socials listed in the video description <3

Until next time, thank you and… buh-BYE!

@mcytmaps @mcytblrsource

[galaxystt]

Howdy, Commissions are OPEN!! Excuse my inconsistent posting, but I'm dropping by on tumblr to say my commissions are open for April! Feel free to catch a slot on my VGen if you want some art here: ⭐️ vgen.co/galaxystt ⭐️ ⭐️ Examples and prices of past commissions below ⭐️

Simple Render Portrait: $35

Complex Render Portrait: $50

Simple Render Halfbody: $45

Complex Render Halfbody: $65

[relgnira]

My full piece for the @geminitayzine! I got into Gem through seeing her on the GIGGS Phasmo streams, and now she is my big favorite, so it was awesome to be able to pay homage to that series :3

I learned so much making this piece, hope yall enjoy the zine <3

[shepscapades]

[PT 1] [PT 2] [PT 3] [PART 4] [PT 5] [PT 6] [PT 7] [PT 8]

[RECONSTRUCTION COMPLETE]

(This is part four of 'Interrogation', a short comic series (set to The Interrogation from the dbh soundtrack) for my dbhc au, featuring an early deviant S8 Doc as he ventures deeper into the android laboratory's hidden basement and the mysteries of its contents threaten to swallow him whole.)

[shepscapades]

[PT 1] [PT 2] [PART 3] [PT 4] [PT 5] [PT 6] [PT 7] [PT 8]

[ᴇʀʀᴏʀ] ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ [ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ] ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ

So very delighted to finally return to what I've decided to call Interrogation, a short comic series (set to The Interrogation from the dbh soundtrack) for my dbhc au, featuring an early deviant S8 Doc as he ventures deeper into the android laboratory's hidden basement and the mysteries of its contents threaten to swallow him whole.

[tunastime]

33 THIRTY THREE!!! LUCKY NUMBER THREE THREE

HI GAL!!! Number 33, you got it!!

I like, immediately got an intense image of the idea for this fic the minute this song played, and I thought you would really like it as a cowboy enjoyer. we're going through a cowboy kick together right now so it tracks for me too <33 woe, my daydreaming song of all time be upon ye (942 words)

The morning sky was still dark, that deep purple-black of early dawn, but clear far out to the horizon. Stars had just begun to fade around the edges, giving the dustiest impression of sun Jimmy had ever seen. He let out a breath. It fogged in front of his face as he turned back to the stable beside him. Still lingering in warmth from the night’s wood-burning heater, the stables cast a small, yellow glow across the wide expanse of nighttime that surrounded them. Morningtime, he supposed, since he’d risen this early on purpose. He finished fixing the blanket over Biscuit’s sturdy back, her dusty tan coat paler in the dim light. He gave her haunch a small pat as he pulled away. She watched him from the corner of one eye as he lifted the saddle into his arms and hoisted it over the multicolored blanket, settled the straps, looped them under her ribcage. She accepted the bit without a fuss, but not before sniffing his gloved hands for any left over sugar cubes. He huffed out a laugh.

The morning was cold, and quiet, and a tad bit lonely with his friends southward for the winter, but Jimmy was trying to take it in stride. His keyword being trying. Somewhere down the long stretch of prairie road that connected their farms were Bdubs and Etho, but the rest of the north of the valley had gone silent and still, aside from the occasional farm hand, the rare loose sheep or cow. Joel and Lizzie were with family, Scott somewhere so far south Jimmy didn’t have it on his map, and he’d not seen Grian for some time. Maybe since the peak of Summer—except for the letters he got from him. But the perimeter of his farm still needed searching for gaps, just like it always did at the top of the week.

With a settling breath, Jimmy swung himself into the saddle, and coaxed Biscuit from her pen.

Jimmy followed the same well-trodden path through the frosty grass, eyes scanning the dim horizon. The fenceline stretched along each line of his property, marking off the acreage, keeping all the cattle in. He could see the large clump of them in the distance, spotted cows, wooly sheep, the other horses that had wandered out of their stable and into the grass to feed. There was still hay from the night before, and the trough was full of water, so Jimmy skirted the line of the fence, and drew his attention elsewhere.

A dark splotch against the background of night caught his eye as he looked back toward the farmhouse. Some distance behind the rise of the roof was a grey-black plume. Jimmy blinked. He turned Biscuit around, tugging at the reigns as she protested for a moment, then went. He hadn’t left the stove on, he knew, nor the fireplace. The smoke was too far back to be the stables by the house, or the coup near the garden. He furrowed his eyebrows, squinting his eyes. He brought Biscuit into a trot, then a canter as they entered the open field. Light was beginning to spill across the frosty plains, lighting up his silhouette in the dark. He took Biscuit around the side of the stables, still trying to pinpoint the smoke—and he hoped it was smoke, and not something else entirely.

As he rounded the stable, a large, metallic shape came into view. Jimmy slowed Biscuit considerably, and she shuffled forward, sensing his unease. She stopped a handful of paces away from the shape and its rising smoke, the long, muddy skid behind it trailing back like a pull-cord for a toy. Jimmy slid off the saddle, hand trailing Biscuit’s shoulder as he soothed her. She huffed, then stepped back. It was Jimmy who took the few, careful steps forward. He rounded the glittering shape, trying to parse out what it could possibly be. Parts looked like a coach, the way the metal warped reminding him of windows, or places things should be stored, or ways someone could enter. Parts looked almost like boat hulls, or birds wings, or the sharp fins of fast-swimming fish. He took in an uneven breath, trying to slow down his heart. The majority of the smoke poured out from an unseen fire, further back in the contraption. As he came around to the other side, the metal sheet seemed to give way to an interior just as confusing as the exterior, aside from a small, person-like shape inside. Jimmy froze. For all intents and purposes, it could be a person. They were small—not childlike, but not tall—dressed in black and red, one piece of cloth making up their entire outfit. Their skin was yellow-orange, like they were jaundice, their eyes shut but wide set. Jimmy swallowed, his throat dry. It could be a person, but it was so un-person-like that every hair on the back of his neck had stood straight up. His hand went instinctively to his hip—but there was no gun. His stomach dropped.

It was still in the stable. He’d forgotten to replace it when he’d saddled Biscuit. 

Inside the metal shape, the person—the thing, stirred.

Against his better judgement, Jimmy stayed put, and when the person-thing inside opened its wide eyes, he stared back into red-within-red. Neither moved, and neither made a sound.

His brain trying to catch up to the reality of the situation, Jimmy swallowed again, muscles tensed, heart slamming in his ears. Then, without thinking like he’d intended, he opened his mouth, and said the stupidest thing he’d ever said in his entire life:

“Who are you?”

(send me an ask with a number 1-100 for a little story!)

[tunastime]

33 THIRTY THREE!!! LUCKY NUMBER THREE THREE

HI GAL!!! Number 33, you got it!!

I like, immediately got an intense image of the idea for this fic the minute this song played, and I thought you would really like it as a cowboy enjoyer. we're going through a cowboy kick together right now so it tracks for me too <33 woe, my daydreaming song of all time be upon ye (942 words)

The morning sky was still dark, that deep purple-black of early dawn, but clear far out to the horizon. Stars had just begun to fade around the edges, giving the dustiest impression of sun Jimmy had ever seen. He let out a breath. It fogged in front of his face as he turned back to the stable beside him. Still lingering in warmth from the night’s wood-burning heater, the stables cast a small, yellow glow across the wide expanse of nighttime that surrounded them. Morningtime, he supposed, since he’d risen this early on purpose. He finished fixing the blanket over Biscuit’s sturdy back, her dusty tan coat paler in the dim light. He gave her haunch a small pat as he pulled away. She watched him from the corner of one eye as he lifted the saddle into his arms and hoisted it over the multicolored blanket, settled the straps, looped them under her ribcage. She accepted the bit without a fuss, but not before sniffing his gloved hands for any left over sugar cubes. He huffed out a laugh.

The morning was cold, and quiet, and a tad bit lonely with his friends southward for the winter, but Jimmy was trying to take it in stride. His keyword being trying. Somewhere down the long stretch of prairie road that connected their farms were Bdubs and Etho, but the rest of the north of the valley had gone silent and still, aside from the occasional farm hand, the rare loose sheep or cow. Joel and Lizzie were with family, Scott somewhere so far south Jimmy didn’t have it on his map, and he’d not seen Grian for some time. Maybe since the peak of Summer—except for the letters he got from him. But the perimeter of his farm still needed searching for gaps, just like it always did at the top of the week.

With a settling breath, Jimmy swung himself into the saddle, and coaxed Biscuit from her pen.

Jimmy followed the same well-trodden path through the frosty grass, eyes scanning the dim horizon. The fenceline stretched along each line of his property, marking off the acreage, keeping all the cattle in. He could see the large clump of them in the distance, spotted cows, wooly sheep, the other horses that had wandered out of their stable and into the grass to feed. There was still hay from the night before, and the trough was full of water, so Jimmy skirted the line of the fence, and drew his attention elsewhere.

A dark splotch against the background of night caught his eye as he looked back toward the farmhouse. Some distance behind the rise of the roof was a grey-black plume. Jimmy blinked. He turned Biscuit around, tugging at the reigns as she protested for a moment, then went. He hadn’t left the stove on, he knew, nor the fireplace. The smoke was too far back to be the stables by the house, or the coup near the garden. He furrowed his eyebrows, squinting his eyes. He brought Biscuit into a trot, then a canter as they entered the open field. Light was beginning to spill across the frosty plains, lighting up his silhouette in the dark. He took Biscuit around the side of the stables, still trying to pinpoint the smoke—and he hoped it was smoke, and not something else entirely.

As he rounded the stable, a large, metallic shape came into view. Jimmy slowed Biscuit considerably, and she shuffled forward, sensing his unease. She stopped a handful of paces away from the shape and its rising smoke, the long, muddy skid behind it trailing back like a pull-cord for a toy. Jimmy slid off the saddle, hand trailing Biscuit’s shoulder as he soothed her. She huffed, then stepped back. It was Jimmy who took the few, careful steps forward. He rounded the glittering shape, trying to parse out what it could possibly be. Parts looked like a coach, the way the metal warped reminding him of windows, or places things should be stored, or ways someone could enter. Parts looked almost like boat hulls, or birds wings, or the sharp fins of fast-swimming fish. He took in an uneven breath, trying to slow down his heart. The majority of the smoke poured out from an unseen fire, further back in the contraption. As he came around to the other side, the metal sheet seemed to give way to an interior just as confusing as the exterior, aside from a small, person-like shape inside. Jimmy froze. For all intents and purposes, it could be a person. They were small—not childlike, but not tall—dressed in black and red, one piece of cloth making up their entire outfit. Their skin was yellow-orange, like they were jaundice, their eyes shut but wide set. Jimmy swallowed, his throat dry. It could be a person, but it was so un-person-like that every hair on the back of his neck had stood straight up. His hand went instinctively to his hip—but there was no gun. His stomach dropped.

It was still in the stable. He’d forgotten to replace it when he’d saddled Biscuit. 

Inside the metal shape, the person—the thing, stirred.

Against his better judgement, Jimmy stayed put, and when the person-thing inside opened its wide eyes, he stared back into red-within-red. Neither moved, and neither made a sound.

His brain trying to catch up to the reality of the situation, Jimmy swallowed again, muscles tensed, heart slamming in his ears. Then, without thinking like he’d intended, he opened his mouth, and said the stupidest thing he’d ever said in his entire life:

“Who are you?”

(send me an ask with a number 1-100 for a little story!)

[themilkcartonmap]

⊹₊⟡⋆ MAP Call: OPEN! ⊹₊⟡⋆

Hey everyone! We dropped off the *MAP* for a second there (haha), but that's because we were doing some Fall cleaning. This MAP is reopening under slightly different management: head mods are now @ellithp and @relgnira with @strayrainbow and @oshawattarchive as our Discord mods! The project has been revamped with a shiny new schedule but is using the original script. We are so excited to make this a reality~ We are now accepting applications! We have about 15 parts up for grabs, you can check out the MAP Script and the original MAP call if you want to scope them out. While you're at it, check out our new schedule, rules, and guidelines! You'll want to take a look at both of those before submitting your application.

Milk Carton MAP Application

Hey y'all! This is the *new* application for the Milk Carton MAP! If you've seen this application go by before, just know that this is a sli

We look forward to seeing everyone! Buh-BYE!

@mcytblrsource

[ethozine]

The Etho Zine is finally out!

We have been teasing the release long enough! As a celebration of 15 years of Etho we have brought together over 40 artists and writers to create this free fan-zine. Please enjoy!

You can get it here.

[galaxystt]

the desperate man.

[direclan]

Hey y'all! This blog hit 500 followers recently (insanity, thank y'all so so much <3) and to celebrate, I'm running a cat design contest! Yes I know there's like, so many of these, but they seem really fun so :3

Rules, Spoiler Cat, and more stuff under the cut~

Willowreed (she/her): A whimsical cat who likes keeping the camp tidy. A kit of Skykestrel and Talonburn. The only required thing to keep is that she is a manx cat! The traits in the optional box are what MegaMerge generated her with if you need some extra inspiration, but they are not required.

Contest Rules:

No AI, Picrew, bases, or tracing. Art must be fullbody and colored, but a sketch is acceptable (AKA you don’t need clean lineart/painted)

No need to colorpick if you don’t want to! You can modify colors if you wish.

By submitting a design you agree that, if chosen, the design would belong to me and be used in the comic. If this is not okay with you but you still want to give the design a shot, just specify in the post!

By extension of this, also understand that the character is a, well, character in a clangen comic. So they may have a mate, kits, personality traits you don’t like, and they will eventually die. JSYK :3

Following me is not a requirement to enter, but please tag your entry with #diredesigncontest and, if you are comfortable, tag me~!

The winner will be chosen by me along with two runner-ups. As a bonus prize for whoever wins, I’ll draw a fullbody cat or character of your choice in a style similar to the occctober posts I’ve been doing!

For the prize drawing, it will be done Artfight style - no revisions and posing/simple background of my choice.

The contest will run until November 12th 11:59CST and I’ll pick a winner by November 14th.

Finally, augh I want to thank everyone again for following my lil cat comic. I'm so happy that it seems to make other people happy and I'm so proud to be a member of this clangen community!

[teaweltzer]

# 29 Final attack on @galaxystt with Foxtrot! This marks the end of art fight for me! I didn't beat my record last year (of 31) but I did two really big attacks this year that im very proud of! And- this attack marks 100 overall for me!

[snejkha]

Another artfight revenge / This time on @galaxystt of their super cute OC Giddie//

[galaxystt]

the desperate man.

[myketheartista]

Happy Portfolio Day!

I'm Myke, a freelance character artist that draws inspiration from TTRPGs and video games! I enjoy style exploration and focusing on complex designs.

I am currently seeking contract work as a 2D character artist but am open to most opportunities! My commissions should be opening up again soon as well.

♡ [email protected]

♡ linktr.ee/myketheartista