#PersonalProjects

[zoe-cht]

Acting with a dialogue of Gina from the Peaky Blinders.

[famegala]

From Kentucky to Hollywood: Jennifer Lawrence's Rise

[almostwisegalaxy]

My body remembers this song 🕯️

Okay Guy's . New aesthetics. New concept. this is me, giving you what a song feels like inside my body. through words, moods, grief, hope — whatever spills out.

first one below. read it slowly. feel it if you can.

Theme: The Intoxication of a Ray of Sweetness

Masterlist of this Concept

The song we're going to dissect today :

The visual of sound.......................* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊

Emotion that sound gives off.......* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊

There are nights when even breathing feels too loud.

You're lying there, in that room that no longer feels like yours. Bare feet on a cold floor, breath caught on Mari Froes’s voice. The guitar holds you like a trembling hand — the kind no one ever gave you, or gave too late.

Gabriela doesn’t tell your story. It whispers what you stopped saying out loud: the need to feel free, just once, without having to pay for it.

You close your eyes. Imagine another version of yourself. One that isn't shattered. Not at the edge. Someone who wakes up without gathering the pieces. Someone they didn’t force to grow up too soon.

A life where you don’t have to fake being okay just so people leave you alone.

In that version — the one you half-create just to survive — you move slowly. You laugh. Like, really laugh. You’re not someone’s emotional void-filler. You’re someone that matters. You hold a hand, and no one lets go. You don’t hurt yourself just to feel seen. You don’t fake joy to be left in peace.

And still… deep in your chest, something clings.

The will to heal. To love. To start over. To exist for real — not in a dream, but here. Now.

Because with this song playing, you remember:

Even broken pieces can dance.

Tag: @indietunes

[7delus]

PROJECT GENEÁ

Shuttlepod Echo - Flightship

[dark-n-wolf]

My OC <3

[siennacrowe]

Pain Archives｜Personal Emotional Rocrds

This is a personal emotional archive —

a raw outpouring of feelings, not a polished piece of art.

The core themes are pain, discomfort, hesitation, and the dissonance between surface and reality.

The shooting angles themselves are filled with spiritual uncertainty and hesitation.

It captures the fracture between the world above water and the world beneath, hinting at larger existential questions.

At its heart, it’s a small act of emotional venting — but honest, fragile, and painfully real.

Vivid colors, blurred details.

A surface of abundance, an undercurrent of ache.

At the height of brightness, loneliness cuts the deepest.

[kaseishirotaa]

Alike, Yet Different

Mi primera zine digital ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪Siempre pensé que la comodidad venía de estar rodeados de personas que piensan como nosotros, pero con el tiempo me di cuenta de que conectar con alguien diferente puede ser igual de valioso. Expandir nuestra visión, aprender de lo que el otro ama y ver el mundo desde una nueva perspectiva nos cambia más de lo que imaginamos.

Este proyecto es un reflejo de eso. De cómo, sin darnos cuenta, tomamos pequeños fragmentos de quienes nos rodean—gustos, ideas, formas de ver la vida—hasta que esas diferencias se vuelven parte de nosotros. ⋆⟡˖ ࣪

Mi primera zine está dedicada a la persona que me hizo ver esto y muchas otras cosas

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ 𝐏𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐢́:

[cybernightart]

I'M ALIVE!

Also OC ART!!!! Here is my boi Jaymes!

Lore blurb below!

Also little baby Jaymes

As well as a bonus old artworks of him for 2017-19!

He's evolved so much 😭✨

LORE BLURB!!!

He is a wood elf, who was the commander of the elven Royal guard, who ended up sacrificing himself to save the lives of the new King and Queen(and the Prince). And because of his courageous act, The god of Death decided to spare him, by making a deal with him to become one of his death knights and act as a Reaper (Dullahan to be specific) and claim the souls of evildoers(specifically evildoers not necessarily criminals), serving justice for those in need! And Now every scar on his body marks a soul, He must claim in order to be revived. With every soul, the scar representing that soul becomes faint. Additionally, while he is currently undead, He does not have his memories from when he was alive, That way he can stay focused on his mission as well as Have no pre-existing connection to anyone he might have to kill.

He is a multi-class Technically composed of the Ranger, Fighter, Barbarian, and technically a warlock with some Druid sprinkled in. However, in the universe I made some of the classes work differently. So he technically is just a Ranger/Barbarian.

The god of Death also chose him, Because my version of the god of death is also the god of life, Justice, And Barbarians. And because of Jaymes already having more anger than most elves, The god of death thought he would work perfectly as his first Elven Death knight.

Also extra tidbit but he also has a Nightmare (the undead/fey horse creatures) called Phoebe! As well as eventually acquiring a dog (Irish wolfhound) called Paddy! Who turns out to be a Blink dog✨

[scyrel]

I got some expressions done to figure out these weird facial proportions and so that I can draw really unflattering angles. I've been drawing these two for the last year with no real thoughts on clothing, hair or accessories. Ebony needed the most reworking and her role has changed a little so she's less travel-ready. I'll need to design her more outfits. I've also updated Razor's knives and some minor accessories used here, but there is a separate high render prop sheet.

Ebony's necklace acts as a regulator for her power and Razor's 2 energy takes are dependent on whether he's in control of it or not. I also think he has tapetum lucidum because of the pupils, but it does affect his sight and abilities during the day which is why he prefers to work in the dark. His other senses perform a lot better to compensate.

Totally planning on animating them more for fun. Getting close!

[rabbittrash01]

⚠️SUGGESTIVE CONTENT⚠️

Just a personal piece, because I have been lacking in my own projects. Hence why after I finish all that I owe people I will be closing my commissions for a while.

That being said please comment and tell me what your summer plans are! Shares, saves, and likes are always greatly appreciated <3

[oneclickdomains]

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[idleartisan]

3D 연습작 모음, 2005년

[almostwisegalaxy]

My body remembers this song 🕯️

Masterlist of this Concept

Theme : Tonight, the Stars Don't Look Like Stars. They Look Like You

The song we're going to dissect today :

The visual of sound.......................* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊

Emotion that sound gives off.......* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊

You sat on the roof, just like before, when everything still seemed to be holding together. A photo found at the bottom of a box — their face still young, still close, still yours. You thought you'd forgotten.

You're a good liar.

And the stars. Those damned shining points, looking blurry at you. Because of tears, or the memory. You no longer know. You stumbled upon their photo in a box too heavy to be forgotten. Downstairs, in that old cupboard you never open. And you had the misfortune of keeping it.Still.

Do you know what you told yourself? They touched you like you'd flip through a book you never had the courage to finish. Not for lack of interest. For cowardice. They were that book you didn't understand but felt was important. So you put it down. And you walked away. Like a coward.

Their fingers on your neck, light. As if they held something. A constellation. A farewell.

You still remember that kiss. The one that killed you. Their mouth on yours, slow, soft, but held back. As if they were kissing you already knowing it would be the last time. Their lips tasted of the salt of your doubts. Their hands slid over you as if you were just a passage. A stopover. Not a destination.

You remember the kitchen. The sticky tiles, the yellow light. Your laughter in the middle of the night. It was chaos. And yet, everything was exactly in its place. Your laughter, standing in that kitchen, between the grinding fridge and the spilled water glasses. The floor was sticky. The glasses were stacked. It was ugly. It was perfect.

Today, they sometimes drive by your place. Never stopping. But they slow down. You see it. And your heart tightens. You want to scream at them, tell them they destroyed you. You want to hit them, hold them close, kiss them until you forget everything else. You hurt. It's physical. Visceral. Like a burn under your skin. You feel like your heart never truly started beating again.

You no longer know if it's love or rage. But it's always them.

Their scent lingers in the pillow. You still bury your face in it sometimes. And you breathe. Hard. Too hard. As if swallowing it would bring a little of them back. As if, with a bit of luck, they would return.

But nothing returns.

And tonight, on that roof… you think of "Constellations" by Jade LeMac. And it's them you trace in the sky.

Still.

Always.

@indietunes

[7delus]

Project || LOADING SCREEN #006

Inspired by Lego video games.

[zteinz]

PROJECT DEATIII

1. Morana

2. Vesna

3. Zmei + Nox Verea (Alter Ego)

4. Zoë

[eyoha]

"Would you let me be your getaway?"