The Pan Dimensional Emporium

artist, writer, goblin-cat guardian || she/they || adult

[pandimensionalemporium]

Hello tumblr! I've been sitting on this side-blog for ages, but it's finally time to introduce it to you properly!

Allow me to present The Pan-Dimensional Emporium - a cosy corner of the multiverse in which to browse some art, read some stories, and escape from the world for a while.

They say that if you need the Emporium, it will find you. Crossing a rain-puddled street, turning your eyes to a screen, or slipping into that nebulous borderland between waking and sleep, you'll step through an invisible door. A bell chimes. You are enveloped in an atmosphere of old books, wax candles, and green growing things. You have entered the shop between worlds. What you find here is up to you.

Take a look around: https://pandimensionalemporium.com/

I have grand plans for the next few months - I can't wait to get this project out of my head and into the world! Follow me for further updates (and cat pictures of course!) 💛

[clara-scintilla]

Stargazing

[pandimensionalemporium]

Forced to seek shelter from a storm, a fisherwoman meets an unexpected friend. What thrilling adventures await them upon the briny deep? 🐉⛵

[dxmxuse]

I’m going to share something deeply personal, forgive me

I hate being bad at things. I give up the second i realize I’m not naturally talented, but there are so many things I want to do.

Painting has always been one of those things. I was so scared to start because I knew I’d be bad at it.

I’m a writer and I’m fairly good at it, but writing doesn’t capture the way I see the world in the way I want it to. I’ve always been drawn to painting because I feel like I would be able to capture the beauty of the world better with images than words.

The thing is, I’m 22 and I don’t think I’ve painted anything since elementary school.

I’ve mentioned this a few times to my boyfriend, especially when I see a painting I love. The other day he bought me an easel he found at a garage sale. He knows I don’t paint. He knows moneys tight and yet he chose to get me something I possibly wouldn’t ever touch for the sake of getting me started. Tbh, it worked. It gave me a push and I bought my first paint brushes and pigment today.

I wanted to start with watercolor. I know it’s a difficult medium but I do really love watercolor. I knew I’d be bad at it so I bought the cheapest materials I could find because that’s what I’ve always done with new hobbies.

This time though, I didn’t have a little voice in my head telling me I’d just give it up. That it’d be a passing hobby. I sat down tonight (after a few glasses of wine) and just started painting what was in front of me.

And you know what I realized?

I fucking suck lmao

It’s a horrible little painting but it made me so happy. I didn’t get frustrated when the color started to bleed more than I wanted or when I realized too late that I didn’t get a water safe pen. I just made my tan rabbit a black one and kept going. Then I started another one (I got really little canvases) and let the shapes I had planned turn to little blobs of color.

I didn’t get frustrated. I didn’t get upset. I just made a mental note for next time to get water safe pens and to not use so much water.

For next time

I truly think this is the first time in my life that I’m ok with being bad, because I’m happy. I’m so proud of myself for taking that step and I’ve already seen progress in my very new skill.

Would my tiny little paintings horrify an experienced painter? Absolutely. But I don’t care. I love that I don’t care.

I love that I love this and that I truly want to do it more in order to get better.

[pandimensionalemporium]

OP this is amazing! For you or anyone else just getting started - no, your paintings wouldn't horrify an experienced artist, bc we have all been there. Seriously, the only difference is that some people get through the blobby stage a bit faster than others, or do it when they're so young that it barely registers. And any time you pick up a new medium, it happens again while you get used to it.

At this stage, the absolute best thing you can do is whatever brings you the most joy. Splash pigment and water around and slowly you'll build muscle memory and start to figure out how to use it in ways you like. Later on, if you want to, you can have a look for more formal tutorials (there are plenty for free online) - but to start off with, what you're doing sounds perfect 💛

[monstermonger]

The Black Stag

[pandimensionalemporium]

Hey, did you know? I went for a walk this morning.

The sun was golden but the mist clung on in the distances like cobwebs in the corner of a room. The hedgerows were smoky and full of berries, and birds eating their fill.

Hey, did you know? It’s going to be ok.

The trees told me so.

[heikala]

Foraging

Cover illustration for the upcoming 2025 calendar✨

[zmeess]

commission for @makkelart, tiefling mage Tefra! a couple years ago i got to paint her brother Jaq, so it was especially fun to meet his sister 🤭 thank you for commissioning me! 💜

[butchlinkle]

really helpful technique ^ once you know how to divide by halves and thirds it makes drawing evenly spaced things in perspective waaay easier:

[pandimensionalemporium]

Phew, summer has been busy and I have been quiet! But I wanted to share a sneak peek of the project I'm working on 👀 TTRPG creators, this one's for you - watch this space!

[ka3l]

any artist trying to move from twitter to tumblr reblog this post and add your art, I'll boost everyone who responds

(everyone else please reblog this for visibility)

[pandimensionalemporium]

Thanks so much for the space to share!

Gallery ✨

[sosuperawesome]

Lily Seika Jones on Instagram / Etsy

[spockopera]

How lovely they are. I would like to run a cute little role-playing game please.

[pandimensionalemporium]

I've owned Ursula K. Le Guin's 'Steering the Craft' for years, and have finally gotten around to doing some of the exercises from it! So I thought I'd share my efforts with you 🐲

[pandimensionalemporium]

Exercise 1: Being Gorgeous

She kicked off from the wall and plunged, swooped on the rope, was caught. Again, she kicked back, soared, bounced into the cliff. It was a slow-motion fall, stop-motion, stop-start. She was a jerky pendulum, trajectory prescribed by the taut line of the rope.

The abseil ended in a slithery rush, from taut pendulum to loose confusion of limbs. She sank into the harness one last time, half-falling as her belayer judged her safe and surrendered her to gravity. Then the climb ended. She was earthbound once more, and recalled how to push feet into ground and stand perpendicular. It was a sinking feeling; her three-dimensional body compressed back into two.

[pandimensionalemporium]

Part 1: The room was quiet. Night had long since fallen. It lay thick in the corners. The floor was grey with moon shadows. Nothing stirred. She was still awake.

Something crept outside. It crept without moving. She heard no sound, saw no figure. Still she knew it was there. It snuffed about the window, seeking. Was there a chip in her defences? The slightest crack to seep through? It would find it. Like dark water, it pressed against her. She felt it, cold and inexorable. Her cottage wouldn't hold. It was no fortress. She was no general, had no army. She would falter before daybreak.

Part 2: The magic was gathering and there was nothing they could do but be swept along by it; ambassador and scholar and courtier and him, all tumbled out of their stately procession into a shoulder-to-shoulder trot, squeezed into the portal's current, tumbled by it, until space lost meaning - he was never sure afterwards, but for a few moments he felt himself walking on the sky with the whole vast depth of stars beneath his feet - and they were in a liminal nothing-place filled with a great rushing on all sides; the worlds were drawing themselves apart, torrents of unidentifiable matter gushing in opposite directions like water foaming off a rising river gate; soon, soon the worlds would be separated and the whatever-it-was that wasn't water would swirl and surge and smash back against this intangible barrier, and whether or not it withstood the onslaught both sides would be forever changed by the backwash - for better or for worse - but for now all they could do was surrender to the current dragging them back and back to their own world, and leave the consequences of their actions to take care of themselves, for they were too small, the forces around them too big, and there was nothing more to be done.

[pandimensionalemporium]

Alba is a big fan of literature, although his reading methods are a tad unorthodox.

[pandimensionalemporium]

I've owned Ursula K. Le Guin's 'Steering the Craft' for years, and have finally gotten around to doing some of the exercises from it! So I thought I'd share my efforts with you 🐲

[pandimensionalemporium]

Exercise 1: Being Gorgeous

She kicked off from the wall and plunged, swooped on the rope, was caught. Again, she kicked back, soared, bounced into the cliff. It was a slow-motion fall, stop-motion, stop-start. She was a jerky pendulum, trajectory prescribed by the taut line of the rope.

The abseil ended in a slithery rush, from taut pendulum to loose confusion of limbs. She sank into the harness one last time, half-falling as her belayer judged her safe and surrendered her to gravity. Then the climb ended. She was earthbound once more, and recalled how to push feet into ground and stand perpendicular. It was a sinking feeling; her three-dimensional body compressed back into two.

[pandimensionalemporium]

I've owned Ursula K. Le Guin's 'Steering the Craft' for years, and have finally gotten around to doing some of the exercises from it! So I thought I'd share my efforts with you 🐲 Feel free to join in!

[camelidae]

If you're going to go to all the trouble to summon a dragon, do make sure to specify the size you'll be needing.