#need to keep practicing

[slonekaru]

[funkle420]

line-of-action.com gestures from the last couple days

[musewrangler]

These. Did NOT behave. But you are seeing the salvageable ones. Vanilla and salted caramel macarons

[amehlee]

Day 7 with a drawing tablet

I struggled with this for almost 2 days but i really like how it came out in the end. Again this is only part of a bigger picture i am working on right now.

I was testing different brushes for a textured background.

My most sincere thanks goes to @ywwywwy for giving me the motivation and inspiration to pick up drawing again. Without them none of my drawings this week would have come to be. <3

[basementbeholden]

@begrimedchains

Other…world? The Crooked craned his neck so far to the side that it took the feeling of his hat slipping off his greasy scalp for him to straighten himself out—well, as much as he could with his naturally lop-sided stature. Sometimes Phil spoke like he came from another world entirely. Each word that slipped free from his taut and hardened lips seemed marinated in mysticism; enough to have intrigued a hostile Hillbilly and taint his simplified understanding of the Entity’s woven world. But, as tediously transcendental as the spirit realm’s spokesperson often was when Billy peppered him with questions of gods and of the realm that trembled a paper-thin portal once exposed to the pitch from Phil’s wailing bell, the Wraith didn’t exactly make a habit out of speaking in riddles unless Billy had willingly exposed his curiosity as a canvas beneath the mind-tickling brushstroke of Phil’s more…elaborate explanations of why things were the way they were. “Ah ain’t in no wrong world.” He huffs, herding the Wraith’s heels closely as he swings inside the lodge’s spiraled innards. Wood rot had rendered the lodge without floors dividing the balcony from the first floor, but some quick hammer work and spare pallet planks had connected both with a crude and crooked bridge much like the firmed flesh that connected Billy’s chin to his shoulder. Hobbling halfway up the ramp, he pauses to peer at the torn car cushions on the flattest part of the ascent before snubbing them to climb the last few lopes to the balcony. Plopping down, he dangles his feet over the drop-off and stirs up the fog with his kicks until Phil returns, padding upstairs with bowls in hand and spilling strange thoughts about other worlds.

 Since the smoke rising off the liquid smelled a lot more appetizing than the fog, he doesn’t protest the bowl’s occupation of his lap. Staring into the cloudy broth with the same concentration he shows his chainsaw mid-tinkering, he squints harder and growls when the glow of his eyes does not greet him behind the soup’s surface as they often did at the edges of the red forest’s moonlit puddles. “Didja give one’ve them cattle ornaments a rim job? ‘Cause all m’hearin’ outta yer mouth is bullshit.” Shaking the fog out of his mane, he growls as some of the soup slips over the bowl’s edge and soaks through his crotch. He stabs the broth with his spoon as payback. “Evan says y’ain’t uh’llowed t’make up weird shit an confuse me no more.” Billy reminds the forgetful Wraith. And if that wasn’t enough of a reminder, he flings his spoon at Phil, then, upon realizing he no longer has a utensil to sample the soup with, hunches over to dip his tongue into the broth. Some serious slurping ensues, followed soon after by a confused grunt.

  “Ain’tcha always sniffin’ around Lisa’s place fer handouts ‘cause ya can’t cook fer shit?” Then why did the bland broth taste…not as terrible as that pine-cone Phil had once tried roasting out of that odd desperation of his to sink his teeth into something edible? “Y’ain’t Phil, are ya?” Not with those oddly orange tinted eyes. “But ya look like’im…fer th’most part. Does that mean ah’mme… fer th’most part?” Now even more desperate to see himself in the soup, he leans in further until his face is partially submerged under the savory surface. So much for “dinner”; it’s lukewarm.

“Ahm not makin’ anyting up, I’m tellin’ the truth. Ain’t lookin’ to fool you or make you feel stupid.” He turned himself in place stretching out his back. Giving a full thought to max’s words. He wanted to show there was more than just this world to his new friend. “I am Phil, just not Your Phil. You’re definitely you. No one could replace you or change who you are. Just like me or your phil.” He stood up offering his hand to help the billy up. 

“If you want I can show youa bit of it. If you’d like dat is.” He pulled some candles out of a drawer. Figuring he can try showing images and shadows from the spirit world at least. “I’m sure your Philip won’t mind me using somea dese candles.” he takes a moment to contemplate if it was actually worth it to take his counter-parts candles. Deciding he can replace them if hes still stuck here. 

[catofulthar000]

hEADACE,,, bUT ONLY A LITTLE,,,

[duskkodesh]

Haven’t drawn in a while and me buying commissions and seeing art posts made me realize I need to work on my art more so here’s OC #3 Cave.

[thecookiesoup]

histories.

we are all intersections of an endless number of narratives that came before us. this is the way way we are born into a history and continue to become parts of pasts, quickly using up what was once an infinite potential of futures.

i have had stories before you. there are already a number of ghosts that inhabit me that i don't know how to get rid of, and scars i wear with a little less pride than i know i should carry them with. but i hope you

understand this: i never end a story without understanding how it fit into the greater scheme of things. narratives were always meant for me to learn from and i want learn to love you with the ways i never knew i was capable of before you. i want to keep redefining

the boundaries of my limits, of the ways i can memorize the nuances of your smile to etch it perfectly unto the corners of mine - you are your own intersection of adventures i want to fall into deep enough to never have to look back:

i don't know what alternate timelines of futures i've given up, but i'm looking forward to seeing the stories we'll be capable of making.