#tsp essence of divine art

[labyrinth-guard]

Heehee Stanley Parable Art Dump

Been thinking about them since i first played it last year [in december :p]

[very-uncorrect]

I wish that they kept the black box glitch in the art ending, the idea that this god or whatever is just a black rectangle that covers the text is hilarious to me

[junebug-dot-com]

Question for the Essence of Divine Art, do you like abstract art/consider it Divine?

“Ahh, abstract art. One of humanity’s more interesting explorations of art.”

“I do consider such a thing to be divine, in its own right. The way it serves to invoke emotion and often remain entirely up to interpretation is one of the more beautiful parts of Earth’s existence. As limited beings, humans will always reach for what they cannot achieve. The emotions of a colour, the sight of creation, the sense of their truest selves…”

“They’re quite adorable, really.”

- Essence of Divine Art

[steampoweredwerehog]

A little lesson on interpreting the horrors

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[purpleskelet0n]

Remember to tell your mother(board) that you love them!

The Essence of Divine Art created Wesley and Curie, even if they use all pronouns, it's still a special day!

[employee052]

help ya boys makin lore

this is for the out of bounds au (previously called fourth wall au) (its where narry, lynne, and stanley became sentient and left the parable)

[ultimatesoupdemon]

church infodump via Nicholas

[aleebeesplaters]

Buncha doodles for my au

BTW this isn’t romantic, Tee-Kay highly respects Curator + some EODA cuz they’re my fav freakazoid god-like beings

[bugenthusiast0]

I MADE A DESIGN FOR THE ESSENCE OF DIVINE ART!!

I like her,,, the next time I’ll draw her she’s gonna be more colorful bc I associate art with colors :3

[thechaotichorselord]

”And I’m asking, ‘WHY, LORD?’”

[bluebeerg]

Funky floppydisk card game :DD??

really old ask, but hey! yes! it's relevant!

so, uh oops. happy 4/27! i didn't finish my 4/27 thing in time but it's fine, i'll just post it later. however! i do have art of an old tsp inscryption au i never posted. i'm sure i have notes (and, if i recall, a story!) about it around in my head or written somewhere, but here it is!

the magicks scrybe, though named gambhorra'ta, is also a fusion of the essence of divine art - i thought it fitted, given gambhorra'ta is this terrible wizard while the essence of divine art is about, well, art and perfection

the curator was also meant to be the death scrybe but, because i dont have a curator design and never really designed her, she didn't have one made. sad :(

maybe i'll get back to it one of these days, same with psychic parable with how much i adored my narrator design for it, but who knows.. my tsp interest will just have to kick back in hfskj

[z-static-z]

HUZZZAHH, TK REF IS FINALLY DONE AND FOR ALL TOO SEE, ENJOY THE LITTLE COCKROACH PERSON SINCE I'VE GOT MANY MORE ART PLANS FOR THEM AND THE REST :)

[shinakazami1]

I kinda,,, made Jester AU's EODA (Essence of Divine Art) hot OIFHAIOSSOHI

one of my entries for @tspud-whiteboard

[numberonesnarkfan]

a thing I wrote

In the moment after the explosion, it was silent.

He felt like he was falling and rising all at once, being lapped at by the cold black sea. He’d never tasted death before. He found the irony palpable that his first death would be his last. His kind weren’t supposed to only die once, after all.

In the moment after the explosion, he began to forget. He couldn’t remember where the gaps in his memory were as they expanded and grew and threatened to take everything with them. Scrabbling for purchase, he grasped onto one thing; one concept above all else: Stanley.

In the moment after the explosion, he began to sink. Slowly, falling under the waves of the sea, being consumed by the blackness. He had no body anymore - no mind, no thoughts, no memories. All were wiped clean in an instant, an instant that felt as an eternity.

In the moment after the explosion, he embraced death. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the moment to be over.

Only, the moment didn’t end.

He felt an immense hand cradle him, drawing him up, out of the surf. He gasped in the crisp ocean air as he was lifted up to the large being’s face as it inspected him. Weakly, he opened his eyes, looking back at it - and out of the corner of his vision, he saw him. Stanley sat cradled in the giant’s hand with him, or what was left of him at least.

“Oh… You are scared to die, aren’t you…” the being crooned, in a voice unknowable, and yet ever familiar, as if he had heard it before he was even born.

It chuckled like a wise old man and giggled like a young girl all at once,

“Your spirit shines so brightly, so stubbornly. You insist that the end is never the end.”

“I could use you. You will be my page, and my laurel. You will perform for me eternally. You will never die.”

He felt himself lift, his being given form again. He grew into a yellow light, an orb and a staff, geometric shapes surrounding him as he formed an object - the sensation was incredible, a return of purpose and of being. His master, the Essence of Divine Art, held him gently in one hand, allowing the circular form he had become to rest on her fingers.

Gently, the deity placed him atop her splendid head. He was a golden circlet, resting delicately upon her hair - the Crown of Divine Art.

“You are a divine artefact, housed with a spirit. When you are without me, you will return to the darkness.”

The deity plucked him from her head, placing him back on her hand with Stanley. Quickly, his form shifted. Rather than the striking, shining diadem he was, he returned to the small form of a man, made of darkness. The only evidence of his true being remained in his golden eyes, staring up at his goddess.

“Now go.”

The deity dropped both him and Stanley back into the dark sea. As he fell, it did not occur to him that he did not remember his previous life. All of his knowledge had been replaced - he was the Crown of Divine Art now, he was immortal.

He was divine… He was the crown of… He was…

He made stories. That’s all he remembered.

He was The Narrator. That would be his name.

In the moment after the explosion, The Narrator was born.

[kelpiekidd]

EODA design concept!!! Tfw you endure 4 hours of torture for a little boy who likes scribbling with crayon to tell you that you will perform improv for him forever in the after life.

It'll probably change a bit but alas.

[johnwicklover1999]

the essence of divine art DOODLEDUMP 💥💥💥