#gladhand art

[agent-gladhand]

Dumb little 5hed, bet he's got the whole Ikea up there

[ticket-for-four]

What do you call a group of Emmets? A cluster? A school? A link of Emmets? Either way, they're having fun hanging out!

Foxfall!Emmet belongs to @aenor-llelo

Mechanical Errors!Emmet belongs to @marchy-emmet

Very big thanks to @ultimate-submas-tournament for putting the tournament together and cursing us with knowledge (affectionate) with more AUs to binge!

[agent-gladhand]

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Hello, fellow travelers!

There is only ONE WEEK left until pre-orders open on February 1st!

To celebrate, here is a first look at one of the amazing pieces of merch we will have on offer, designed by @agent-gladhand!

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Thank you @aafancalendar @zinesubmissions @zine-scene @zine-scene @zine-scene @fandomzines for your support!

[caramel-caracal]

Trick or treat! Greetings and salutations! I demand an (1) singular treat or else I shall be taking the yee AND the haw in the divorce!

>You ask for a Treat.

"... ... ..."

>No Response. You turn to leave. But then-

"OooOooOooooo....*cough* Hey."

>A Ghost appears.

"Listen, the divorce was hard. I didn't even know we were married before it was over...but-"

>The Ghost produces a Treat.

"Here, you can take this. Just not the kids, okay?"

>You have received a Caramel Apple. Happy Halloween!

[lcpmon]

Crimbo gift for my sister... Early merch before Jan hits and all the fan merch floods the internet since the team are okay with it now

[play-now-my-lord]

A funny thing about the attempt to make Scorsese into one pole of those "highbrow (actually middlebrow) vs. middlebrow (actually lowbrow) art" tastes-great-more-filling stealth advertising things - okay, let's start over, a funny thing about Disney/Marvel directors and Scorsese talking shit on each other is this:

Scorsese views himself mostly as a craftsman, his films primarily as a jobsite, and gets asked questions about movies as part of that (admittedly very weird) job. His admirers see him as a visionary artist, but that's ultimately secondary for him to getting shit like cinematography, casting, direction, etc right - the things a director does, not what they aspire to. This is all over how he talks about other directors, focusing primarily on craft; it's actually pretty rare for him to make blanket statements about such-and-such a genre being artless schlock, the sort of shit you'd hear from someone who is a film critic for a living rather than gladhanding producers for a living.

The Disney/Marvel directors view themselves mostly as artists, their films primarily as a form of self-expression (admittedly under tight limits imposed by the demands of money), and are strongly incentivized to engage in something we might call "counter-criticism" by a mix of ego and studio pressure. Their concerns are at the end of the day artistic concerns, prestige and respect for achieving finished films, which is measurable in part by box office returns and in part by aggregate critical reception - which skews absurdly positive to begin with! But negative reviews by people they can't brush off are something they have an incredibly difficult time tolerating.

This state of affairs is, to put it lightly, incredibly strange. Scorsese is globally admired as a filmmaker with a specific artistic vision, but his vocabulary and concerns in embodying that vision are technical. The various directors of Disney/Marvel films are a revolving door of hired hands who have, exercise, and seemingly desire close to zero creative control over their most noteworthy work - and yet their concerns are artistic.

This is a dialogue that takes place on a smaller scale in many forms of art; it's extremely commonplace for artists with outsized industrial-scale success (and let us diplomatically say significantly compromised fidelity to their stated desires as artists) to wear the brittle persona of a misunderstood visionary, and for the actual visionaries who have achieved some notoriety (and the nobodies who live in their shadow) to have primarily technical and economistic concerns, and for these two groups to frequently butt heads while talking completely past each other. Something something Walter Benjamin, I guess!

[cecilioque]

ALL ABOARD STICKER COLLAB PART 2!

Coming September 23rd at 10am PST

Once again we are coming together to create sticker sheets based one one of our favorite games. This time there are a total of 4 different sticker sheets to choose from. These were lovingly made by 30 different of your favorite artists.

On the day of the launch I will reblog this post and make a separate post with the links to the listings. You can also sign up for my email list if you wish to get notifications and the links directly emailed to you .

Email List Sign Up

Sticker Details:

Each sheet is A5 (5.8inx8.3in)

These are waterproof Matte Vinyl Stickers

These are Limited Edition/ Limited Run (we won't sell them again)

Each sheet is $5. You can buy them individually or in sets. There are 3 different sets available (see graphics)

Final sticker sheets will not have the watermark

Sticker Sheet Collaborators:

@divatheeva @acatpiestuff @nartothelar @vivi-mire @blaiddraws @peachy-kun @fronomeeps @cecilioque @tangential-hooligan @sapphlikessubmas @alubearsworld @chaoticnonbuneary @waywardstation @guppyfish77 @raynavan @raisans-art @drag0n0fbutt3r @choochooboss @honeybeeprince @cardinal-crossing @tjs-stuffs @celestialsstorm-art @distortion-world-submas @Jumpy @ingo-ingoing-ingone @moothebloo @coffee-craving-canine @thatwolfnamednyla @agent-gladhand

Need a Place to put your sticker collection? I will also be running my reusable sticker books during sticker preorders.

[mossbed-roots]

I’ve been starting a print book to keep art in a fun way! It’s been real fun so far, I had no idea that I’d love scrapbooking.

Prints are from fourleafisland, with cards from @buttercupsticksntricks and stickers from @agent-gladhand and the pokepocket zine!

[drag0n0fbutt3r]

Art Fight 2024 - Team Stardust Attack for @tjs-stuffs - OC: Little Guy Attacks for @tangential-hooligan - Sona + OCs: Hernando and The Tamer + AU: Nyabori & Katdari + @squidthesquidd 's OC: Autopsy Attack for @squidthesquidd - OC: Sir Attacks for @fourphoenixfeathers - OC: Mess + AU: Hisuian Chandelure Ingo Attack for @sapphirecereal - OCs: Cooper and Reece Attack for @divatheeva - OC: Anton + My OC: Nocturne Attacks for @waywardstation - AU: Eevee Akari and Hisuian Typhlosion Ingo + @solilojay 's OC: Wren Attack for @agent-gladhand - OC: Anton Attacks for @acatpiestuff - Sona + OC: Cheddar

[blackoutfeverdream]

A serious problem is I never was socialized in any meaningful way so I have no idea of how to relate to people and especially online without physical and verbal cues.

I'm shy; so shy it's to the extreme of debilitating social anxiety and paranoia. There's ample reason for that. Most of that reason is until recently every interaction I had was defined by others' cruelty.

So that leaves me two options if people don't like the timid and basically sweet girl I am:

One is the autistic imitation game my dad taught me- he was a genius in political gladhanding. We both were analysts of humanity and human nature; I just happened to make a career out of this for awhile.

The other option is sex. I'm physically attractive and know all the levers.

But I don't think either of them is especially fantastic or healthy and if I misread someone or they don't want to fuck me, well what then?

I'm an artist but my art is both not for instant consumption and gratification- I'm a writer- and tends to be deeply unpleasant because it's a sincere mirror of the self.

So

what do I do?

[agent-gladhand]

*minecraft villager noises*

[ticket-for-four]

Forgive how late I'm posting this, it hath been a doozy of a week. These two deserve a good snack and hangout session, as a treat!

Be sure to check out @kurixta's AU Clean Slate! I wanna try and do fun doodles for each round of the bracket we're in for @ultimate-submas-tournament, but apologies in advanced if I'm a bit late on these! 🙏

[transapollozine]

Hello, fellow travelers!

We are excited to finally show off all of our amazing contributors! Meet our Writers, Merch Artists, and Page artists that will be joining us for the long haul!

Starting with our Merch Artists!

@bell-cloche @/Fudge_Catt @agent-gladhand

@/kaizmos @senjingki @starjuicebox

Next, our Page Artists!

@/ange1ux @0ccam @caliartcat @dabiwantsfood @u3pxx

@/fudge_catt @hexisafish @illadvisedart @jhinthony @blackfire5561

@/vyartes @kaetor @taxkha @flyingbunniesart @floccesytowne

@/_lowmax_ @macaronitrash @magic-metamato @meep--tm @miamitu-illust

@oppleganger @snoocupz @mewsfire @asfodeltide @patapoulpe-art

@princemullet @acerunaway @hychlorions @rainphee @ralworm

@rinamata05 @senjingki @/sunp1pp @atroquinine-my-love @transtrucy

@uniworu @valkavavaart @wyrmghost @zzigzadig @vesperosy

And rounding off our announcement are our Writers!

@agentangeles @anatomical-puppet @daddywright

@klapollo @/Starrys_light @vileflora

As we start our creation period, we will be rolling out spotlights to help you all get to know the stellar team we have here! If you'd like to stay informed, please consider following us!

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@aafancalendar @zinesunlimited @zinefeed @zineforall @zinefans TYSM for your continued support!

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[moniquehazel]

GHOST UNDER THE MISTLETOE - SHORT STORY

New York City, 1856

Priscilla’s white satin gloves kept slipping down her elbows, and she wanted to scream. The sound sat in her throat, eager and frustrated, as she glanced across the crowded ballroom of Hadfield Hotel. Not even a swallow of spiced pear brandy could push the scream down into her stomach.

Priscilla would gladly be spending her December night anywhere else. The snow swirling outside was particularly preferable to this festive society party where guests danced and drank and gladhanded under the disguise of holiday cheer. However, her parents had persuaded their daughter of nineteen with the promise of more supplies for her taxidermy avocation.

It had seemed like an easy exchange weeks ago. But now, standing in a corseted gown of sapphire blue and curls positioned high with jabbing pins and lashes heavy with kohl, Priscilla realised she had gravely miscalculated. She didn’t feel pretty, she felt foolish.

Satin slipped and she tugged.

Priscilla wanted to scream and bury the gloves deep in the snow. Good riddance if they weren’t found until after Christmas when the white streets began to thaw.

Fragile baubles and burnished bells and wreaths of holly decorated the grand hotel. Not that any of the decorations concealed the notorious fable about Hadfield Hotel. At least not according to Marita, who gossiped at Priscilla’s side between bites of tiny caramel tarts.

Crumbs sprinkled onto a cloth napkin. “Do you know the story?”

“I scarcely know what I did yesterday,” Priscilla said blithely. “And you’re obviously dying to tell me.”

Marita grinned shamelessly as the pair promenaded around the ballroom. She forgot all about the desserts being carried on trays, liking the taste of gossip better on her tongue. “It’s rather a macabre story…”

Priscilla indulged her friend’s baiting as the string band—exclusively playing Christmas carols—began an upbeat rendition of Silent Night. “My favourite kind.”

“Your parents should really get you out of the house more,” Marita insisted, hardly bothering to mask her distaste for Priscilla’s hobby. “Get you away from all those dead animals you like to bring back wrong.”

Priscilla spied her parents by the magnificent Christmas tree. They didn’t like her dead and stuffed creatures either. “Trust me, they earnestly try.” She turned back to her dearest friend. “Tell me the story.”

“The Hadfield used to host the most spectacular parties. The envy of all venues. But then it all just stopped when the owner’s son dropped dead.” Marita snapped her fingers, and Priscilla nearly lost her glass, enchanted by the tale. “Poor Fletcher Hadfield. Apparently, he died right here in the hotel and haunts the place. This is the first party held in the Hadfield in nearly twenty years.”

“How have I not heard this story?”

Martia shrugged. “People would rather forget such grim things.” Her eyes widened to the size of teacup saucers at something across the gilded floor. “Oh! Rupert just stepped under the mistletoe. Do you mind?”

“Go get your Christmas kiss,” Priscilla encouraged, offering up the last dregs of her brandy. Marita downed the drink and made haste through the fanfare of the party before another smitten lady got to Rupert first.

Priscilla didn’t feel lonely in the festooned Hadfield. Not as she lingered on the edge of the ballroom like a moth among butterflies. She was a similar creature but noticeably a little stranger with the rabbit’s foot fastened at her throat on ivory lace.

She did, however, feel the itch of fascination as she glanced at the arched entryway that led to the rest of the hotel. It was the same fascination that allowed her to bind wood and wool into a mannequin and mount skin over it. Brushing fur and cleaning antlers and straightening feathers. To prepare and preserve something lost. After all, taxidermy was the art of remembering.

And somewhere in the Hadfield awaited a forgotten dead son.

No one noticed her absence as she wandered, one glove precariously slipping down her arm. A cheery carol diluted into a whisper as Priscilla crossed the threshold into a smoking parlour. She searched the mahogany wood and upholstered leather and stale shadows.

Priscilla’s stomach flattened like the dust on the shelves. Perhaps this ghost didn’t want to be found when a party he wasn’t invited to tolled down the hall. Try one more room, Priscilla rationalised, turning from the parlour.

Cool fingers tugged at the seam of her satin glove, gently hoisting it back into place. Priscilla whirled, a shriek scratching at her oesophagus.

“Please, don’t scream.”

A handsome young man stood before her in a dishevelled suit a few decades out of fashion. His pupils were white and cloudy, fair hair long enough to touch his blood-stained collar. He looked to be made out of gossamer fabric.

Enthrallment steeled her fear. “I take it you’re Fletcher Hadfield.”

“It’s not every night a pretty girl comes looking for me.”

“I didn’t actually expect to find you. I was merely—”

“Bored? Curious? In urgent need of smelling salts?”

“Fasincated by the macabre.”

Fletcher gave an approving grin. “Ah, my death’s aspiration!”

She studied his body, which showed little signs of rigor mortis. Studied the near-translucent nature of his skin and clothes. “Your skin… does it feel like dead flesh?” she asked, thinking of her beloved dead and mounted animals.

He rolled up a sleeve without hesitation. “Be my guest.”

She brushed her fingertips across his wintry wrist, finding him surprisingly tangible. “How did you die?”

Without looking away from her, he pointed a finger skyward. Pinned over the threshold was a sheaf of mistletoe Priscilla was sure hadn’t been there before. His grin broadened with mischief and possibly sarcasm. “Mistletoe poisoning.”

Fletcher Hadfield leaned closer, eyes sinking to her mouth. Priscilla found little reluctance within herself, curiosity a seductive beast. She splayed a hand across his chest. Hard and cold flesh without a heartbeat. Priscilla fearlessly edged up onto her toes, wondering if her first kiss counted if it was with a ghost.

His eyes softened with loneliness, their lips the width of a bird’s feather from touching. “Will you remember me?”

“Like a taxidermic animal,” Priscilla promised, giving him a Christmas kiss.

[glareandgrowl]

A handful of Artfight attacks! I'm having a lot of fun :3

Cress- Mugomiik on twitter

Cashmere- @qutille

Gladhand- @agent-gladhand

Bop-it- Epsilon9104 on Toyhouse

Cusith- Alphalux on Artfight (no links provided)

I'm defintitely trying to branch myself out to draw a variety of characters and stretch my art abilities a bit

[cecilioque]

ALL ABOARD! STICKER COLLABORATION PART 2

Preorder HERE

EU Listing HERE

Sticker Details:

Each sheet is A5 (5.8inx8.3in)

These are waterproof Matte Vinyl Stickers

These are Limited Edition/ Limited Run (we won't sell them again)

Each sheet is $5. You can buy them individually or in sets. There are 3 different sets available (see graphics)

Final sticker sheets will not have the watermark

Our Amazing Artists:

@divatheeva @acatpiestuff @nartothelar @vivi-mire @blaiddraws @peachy-kun @fronomeeps @cecilioque @tangential-hooligan @sapphlikessubmas @alubearsworld @chaoticnonbuneary @waywardstation @guppyfish77 @raynavan @raisans-art @drag0n0fbutt3r @choochooboss @honeybeeprince @cardinal-crossing @tjs-stuffs @celestialsstorm-art @distortion-world-submas @Jumpy @ingo-ingoing-ingone @moothebloo @coffee-craving-canine @thatwolfnamednyla @agent-gladhand

Thank you so much for supporting our project! We had so much fun designing these sticker sheets together!