I Had A Vivid Dream About Ghost Recently, And Since My Dreams Either Make No Sense Or Have Nothing To

I had a vivid dream about Ghost recently, and since my dreams either make no sense or have nothing to do with what I actually like, I thought I should document it

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

2 years ago

The two Ghost emotions: healing religious trauma and horny.

(Bless you @the-cardinale)

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

2 years ago

no yall don't understand. merlin just....not ending up in camelot is the funniest idea to me. like he took a left somewhere and somehow ended up in nemeth and then wandered his way into cornwall. he's never been outside of ealdor how would he know the layout of the land???? how would he know where to go other than the roads which might also split off into different directions??? the funniest scenario is that he gets so horrifically lost that he accidentally boards a boat and ends up in idk francia or something. gaius writes hunith like a month later like "hey where's that kid you were supposed to send me? robin or whatever?" and hunith's like "IS HE NOT WITH YOU???" and meanwhile merlin's wandering around austrasia wondering where the hell he is

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

8 months ago

It just occured to me that Stan technically canonically liked to draw, so here's my take of what Stanley's sketchbook would have looked like had he never gave up on art :]

Stanley first found this sketchbook left behind in a dumpster next to a library. The rings that once held the pages together were broken and warped, so he instead fashioned himself a jury rigged binder by weaveing one of his shoelaces through the holes in the side. In the end, it was essentially just a stack of barely held together paper, but he was still satisfied with it.

Pencils were easy enough to snag from the store since they fit so easily inside his pockets; but he had to settle for the shitty stubby pink erasers that barely did its job on the end of the pencils if he made any mistakes.

Stanley wasn't much of a poetic guy, and he didn't do the kind of art that had deep symbolism or meaning behind them. He was more the kind of artist that just drew what was in front of him, plain and simple. Had he been younger, he might have been able to fill in this cobbled together sketchbook in a matter of days, page after page filled to the brim with creatures and adventures of the wildest dreams.

Well, Stanley wasn't exactly a sprightly young child anymore with a boundless imagination to take inspiration from, but 10 years was a long time to be on the road and moving around, so there was plenty for him to draw.

[Summer of 1971, Kentucky- Natasha Jones. Stanley met her at a small farmers market located in a somehow even smaller backwater town. His fingers were itching for something to distract themselves with from the dull inactivity of the town, and he found his eyes drawn to Natasha lounging behind her fruit stand just across from him. Her body language was languid and loose, like a cat. She hadn't appreciated it when she caught him staring, but was apologetic when she realized she gave Stanley a black eye not for being a pervert, but for simply drawing her. She and him still keeps in contact to this day.]

[1972- Carla McCorkle. Stanley crossed paths with her completely out of the blue at the Juke Joint. During a brief pause in their dancing escapade, Stanley managed to roughly capture Carla's dancing in his sketchbook. He was enraptured by her boundless energy, and wanted to challenge himself to try and imitate her lively movements and poses on paper.]

(My primary goal was just to make these pages look as realistic as possible, but I did add in mini backstories in each of the pages' image description, if you feel like reading that :])