#cloud processing

[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[ursacircusart]

This joke could be told 500 times and it would never be enough for me

[viapencil]

Visit - Shadowpeach

I'll leave this here and slowly walk away… very slowly…

By the way, @cloud-somersault this is for you :D Now bais -i going to Diyu WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[hexh-pixel]

my drawing process !! twitter ★ art prints ★ tip jar and wallpapers

[ahopefulbromantic]

I GOT THE PAPERS I HAVE ALL THE CONSECRATION DOCUMENTS NOW THIS IS NOT A DRILL I CAN FINALLY BEGIN THE PROCESS OF BECOMING A CONSECRATED VIRGIN THAT IS MY BIGGEST DREAM RN AND IT'S COMING TRUE AAAAAAAAHHH??!!!! 🤩🤩🤩🥳🥳🥳🤸‍♀️

PRAY FOR ME FRIENDS I THINK I'M GONNA DIE OF JOY!!!

[dinchenix]

📽️ process video for "stormy summer sunset"

[todayontumblr]

Monday, November 6.

Bob Ross.

Well, you know what they say. When the going gets tough, the tough get comfortable, make themselves a warm brew (like herbal tea or hot chocolate, par exemple), and snuggle down with lights dimmed and their faces illuminated by laptop screen glow. Here, they sit and watch one of #bob ross' many classic episodes, like Mountain Summit, or Valley View, and enjoy the show's blissfully 80s theme music, simplistic décor, Mr Ross' liberally-buttoned shirt, and soft, yet gravely, timbre. For 30 minutes, they enjoy Mr Ross painting a landscape scene: a lake, a sunset, a mountain. And it is after this point, and only after, that the tough get going. 

[mebis-art-dump]

@delta-orionis hope you don't mind me taking TSAC as muse for my first ever attempt at rain world's artstyle

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

Timelapse of my painting, "Capybara and the Storm"!

[c6jpg]

Well? Have I convinced you yet?

[garagepaperback]

only one thousand years late to play mid-story line game, ty for the tag @twnkwlf-writes <3 here is her gorgeous medley rules: drop a mid-story line from 10 of your fics (if you don’t have 10, no worries) and tag 10 people _ Sometimes it feels like Draco's hand is rippling brand new nerve endings into different junctures all along the map of him. Harry's tender in a way he didn’t think was true, before. It’s hot and caressing. It’s nothing. ☽ - coyote ugly “Could have fooled me for the last bloody five months, but I guess that’s just more pureblood shit. Who the fuck ever knows what you’re thinking?”

“Well, not you,” Draco snapped. “You wouldn't know the intentions of a brick while it caved in your skull.” ☽ - this heaven of mud “The dynamics of this are disgusting." Malfoy sighs, one big exhale. He's shirtless. His back is pressed against the passenger side window of Harry's car, a fog halo-fanning out from where his back is plumbed. Or, Harry doesn’t know. From the snogging. He has no clue how the science of air or body heat or snogging works. Really, he just recognizes a lot of stuff as Malfoy standing in for the gravitational center for the rest of the universe. ☽ - ready able Draco had eaten lobster before, but with magic the process was enormously less visceral. In the overwhelming tidal scent, surrounded by sun, he couldn’t look away from Potter’s hands, how particularly his fingers worked. Tender, almost. Sweet and brutal.

Glancing up, he found Potter was staring at him again, holding up the recently shattered-in-half torso. “You’d look like this, cooked up. Those bright red ears.” ☽ - isn't a kingdom Harry scrounged elbow-deep into his own gut and still came up short.  ☽ - a barely lit path What did they even have, besides wanting to drive something so deep into the other it would take this many years to get it out? If Draco Malfoy has a heart, if there’s a heart in there at all, it's made of petrified wood, sap squeezed out of its stomach only by the unrelenting grip of a fist. ☽ - javelin (to have and to hold) Pitch grass green. The sort of color that’s lying about summer underfoot, a vivid overgrowth that claims and takes and eats the sun carelessly. ☽ - palindrome “Have you ever seen a rodeo before?” ☽ - the lonesome crowded west The words—I didn’t know you were so sensitive—dented Harry’s tongue and he swallowed them down immediately. He did know. Of course he knew—Draco Malfoy was much more milk than porcelain: easy to ripple, to spill.  ☽ - honeypot Potter juts his lip out, wet and considering, then nods and whistles again—a sound descending, though he can’t, really. He never seems to mind what he can or can’t do. He does everything anyway, pleased and loud and offkey. ☽ - easier _ tagging @eleadore @yiiiiiiiikes25 @citrusses @kamaela @suilet @faiell @desertforestfic @yellowfork @smugrobotics @moonmanatee + anyone else who wants to play. and i'm changing the rules to say show me lines from your wip's too. picture me saying this w the hardest eye contact :,) i wanna SEE

[clouffy]

WAHHHHHH EAHHSHDHDIAKWHEIDDJ my mom dropped the news on me last night that we are going to adopt two kittens she picked out 🥺

[turning-the-kaleidoscope]

I forget does the manga/anime go into why Shigeo’s bedroom is completely barren apart from his futon or are we meant to assume it’s because his parents and/or he himself moved anything out that had the potential to be affected/thrown around by his psychic powers

[5thcloud]

4th wip video after a 6 HOUR STREAM , GOOD LORD !

NO LONGER WHITEWASHED 💥

also about 2/3s into roughing out ! drew about from frame 21 to 42 here on stream

some artworks did during it !

you can watch full stream here (its public) ! this no mic and no chat , just pkmn mystery dungeon music and art :] , though keep in mind again its 6 hours long so wawa

If interested in our drawing process , highly recommend check it out 🐕

[johbeil]

The road and the sky

Stunning sky seen while driving on a country road in Lazio, Italy, yesterday. Photo taken with a 2011 Sony Xperia and subjected to some digital cross processing.