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Ghost. 30. He/Him. Artist. No NFT/ No AI. [Commissions open!] artgh0sts.start.page & rebell-ion.carrd.co Art Stream Sundays ~12pm & Game Stream Tuesdays ~6pm. My Patreon/Ko-fi have sketches, timelapses, and stream VODs. Tags: #art / #stream / #oc / #ocs

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ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 20d

My husband's job contract is ending in a few days!! If you have any desire for a #commission I am open for ~any PAY WHAT YOU CAN commission!

#mutualaid #fundraising #commissions #opencommission

commissions page with EXAMPLES. prices are discounted, but it's essentially pay what u can.

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ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 20h

day 8 of #OCtober is alternate universe, I like to put Parker into Situations....

#ocsky #oc #art

day 8 oc-tober, Alternate Universe, Parker is tied to a chair being violently interrogated by some highwayman who is asking "Now, you're close with the Prince, aren't you?" Parker, with a bruised eye and bloody nose, shouts back,"Piss off!"

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Dan Liimatta @danliimatta.bsky.social · 8d

If you see this, show off them mouths 💋

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max banshees @maxbanshees.com · 22h

plus a process video...

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ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 20h

day 8 of #OCtober is alternate universe, I like to put Parker into Situations....

#ocsky #oc #art

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ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 21h

Week One of #OCtober (part 3)!

6. Other artists' OC (left), mine (right)
7. As a kid

Dr. Heich and Corey Graves sketched busts

parker and Montgomery drawn as young children

ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 21h

Week One of #OCtober (part 2)!

3. Cozy Night In
4. Angst
5. Clothing Swap

3. Cozy Night In

Célestine and Daniel Montgomery have had these special date nights since before they got married almost 20 years ago. He buys the flowers — Calla lily or red chrysanthemum are among her favorites — and she buys the wine based on the art alone. Heaps Good Skin from Heaps Good Wine Co. is what she picks out this night, a white wine made using techniques specifically for reds, promising a unique taste.

On it's label, red hands outstretching towards a singular red eye in the middle.

It's a Saturday night, as these dates usually are, so Daniel is busy preparing the charcuterie platter when Célestine returns from the store, silently placing her matching fabric bags on the breakfast nook counter to be unpacked momentarily. Before that though, she steps over to Daniel and gently turns his bearded face to kiss him on the lips, her hands cradling either side of his face.

For Daniel, he tenses first, then eases into the kiss, closing his eyes as the full psychic force of her thoughts replay to him the details of her trip to the store. It never gets easier to stomach the jolt in his head, even for these mundane occurances in her day-to-day life; after all, he never knows what information she gets in return. He pulls away from the kiss first, staring into her grey eyes.

They used to be a brilliant hazel.

(What did you bring for us to drink, mon amour?)
(Something different. I think you'll like it.)
(Different? Breaking old habits, are we?)

Célestine just smiles back reservedly, letting Daniel brush some of the long, dark hair off her shoulder.

These are how all their conversations have gone since her disappearance. Silently staring into each others eyes, the echo of what he remembers her voice to be ringing in the middle of his brain. It's been nearly a year though, and the memory of what she sounded like, her light French accent, is beginning to escape him.

Some days, what he hears in his head hardly sounds like English, let alone human.

She blinks after a long moment. Her glassy eyes break contact, and Daniel goes back to his previous preparations while she takes out snacks and the two bottles of the wine. The large, red eye on the label immediately attracts Daniel's gaze, a deep frown settling on his already serious features. Célestine opens the fridge, her back to him, and he's left wondering if this is his wife at all, anymore.

—

The two eventually settle onto the chaise together, the beginning of some drama playing on the television. Daniel wraps a small throw blanket around Célestine. She's always run cold, but her fingers are almost icy-hot as they lace with his. She rests her head against him, her often unblinking eyes focused on the screen like a cat watching birds through the window. Recently, he's noticed that she watches him sleep in the same manner.

Predator-like.

(Mon amour… the wine?)
(Another glass?)
(No. Why that one?)

Silence. Célestine doesn't move. It's as if even her breathing has stalled. He shifts and her head stays cocked to the side awkardly, as if still resting on an imaginary shoulder.

(Célestine?)
{˙uooS ˙sn puıℲ ˙ɓuıʞool ǝɹ,ǝM ˙ɥso⊥}

Daniel blinks a few times, trying to make sense of the words injected violently, directly into his conciousness, like a brain-zap a thousand times over. But a warm, dark red liquid gushes from his nose, into his beard and all over the front of his shirt, causing him a brief flash of panic at the sheer amount of blood.

What he's been calling stress nosebleeds have been getting more vicious, more commonplace, the last couple weeks. But, just as with any of those, he cleans himself up as if nothing happened. He throws out the stained shirt. Guides his entranced wife to bed, where she sleeps soundly, he thinks, for the first time in nearly a year.

4. Angst. (cw: age gap, underage drinking, sugaring)

"You're so… " she starts, holding the last vowel long as she trails off with her sweet, dreamy voice.

"What?" Parker adjusts a densely knit scarf around his neck as snow starts to fall from the cloudy New York City sky.

"Angsty. Broody. Aw, see, don't frown at me. It's cute! I think it's cute."

Parker, aside from the slight frown over his face, can't hide the flustered blush on his cheeks either. He's not often so directly complimented like this, much less by a woman as beautiful as Elowen. She's been teasing him like this the whole last half-hour, gently kicking at his feet under the table on her fancy penthouse balcony. It's cold, but she's smoking still, so they sit out here and talk.

It's been like this the last several weeks. The two of them meeting in the lobby downstairs, the awkwardly long elevator ride to the top, her making dinner and drinks. (She jokes she's no bartender. That she'd take him out for something fancier, but he's not yet old enough to drink here in America.) As it's gradually grown colder, she gave him the scarf, telling him to hold onto the gift for now. Just like the boots, the sweater, the pre-paid phone. It's been a lot of gifts. Parker wishes he had anything to give in return and that's always when her face becomes so earnest, telling him that his company is all she needs.

It's not like she's spoiling him, is she?

So they've come to this arrangement twice a week. Sometimes more, if she's feeling especially lonely.

Parker doesn't know what Elowen does for work nor how old she is. He hasn't asked, for one reason or another. She asks a lot about him though. About life in Ireland, his family, his dreams. It's later that night, when they're bundled up on her designer couch together, that she traces a finger over his scarred knuckles and wrists, and asks about those too.

"You're much too young to have hands this rough, Parker," she whispers, red wine heavy on her breath.

adrienne and mia wearing each other's outfits

ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 21h

Week One of #OCtober (part 1)! #art and #writing

1. Favorite Outfit
2. Pet/Favorite Animal

Parker is fine with his second-hand wardrobe. He has accumulated pretty much every article he currently wears from the few thrift stores around St. Simon. A trusty pair of nice hiking boots and one extra-thick sweater from his year living in New York remains, but those are usually hidden away in his closet most of the year; not his favorites by any means, but they still fit, and he's nothing if not sentimental about who got them for him.

He doesn't think too hard about what he wears, even if he's going out somewhere, because he's carefully picked everything for comfort and generalizability. Dark earth tones or dark blues, medium-toned jeans, dark shoes — it never clashes, so he doesn't have to think too hard about it with the million other things going on in his mind, whether sober or morning-drunk or somewhere in-between.

He has noticed that Adlai, on the other hand, always has something loudly patterned, colorful, or nicely textured —his outfits often put together with more thought and consideration than Parker thinks his friend would admit to. It's in the smaller details, too. The buttons, the little accessories, the sometimes hair tie pulling back long curls; and he kind of hates that he notices the patterns to which Adlai picks out each little thing. A good mood, an itchy feeling, a bad day. He's better at picking these things up from the outfits than his friend's words. His favorite of Adlai's shirts is one he picked out — with tropical birds and large monstera leaves all over it. Adlai always has an inscrutable face when he wears it…

Parker looking at Adlai trying on a colorful patterned shirt

A small, thin cat with black, tortoiseshell pattern and white-socked paws peeked out from the folded fabric of Parker's jumper to look around this new inside space as Parker started the car, turning the heat up on his dashboard.

He looked down at the small animal, a sigh escaping from his lips, "Adlai's gonna kill me."

By the time Parker pulls the keys out of his car at the apartment complex, the sun has nearly set. The sky painted with deep oranges and pinks that he usually would savor with a half a cigarette if he had any left. However, his car instead now smells like wet trash thanks to the small, damp kitten wriggling around the passenger seat of his car, clawing and chewing at the sleeves of the jumper he'd tried wrapping around it when he first drove off.

He unbuckles with a deep sigh, reaching over for the scruff of its neck tentatively, trying not to pinch too hard. His other hand scoops up its bottom, a tiny tail poking out from between his fingers.

At the front door, Parker's fumbling frantically with his keys and the door knob, trying to cradle the kitten with one hand and also stop it from climbing onto his bare forearm, up his shoulder. "Stop it, ow, please just stay still.Fuckin' hell…" He's muttering, as the door cracks open.

The fumbling with the door was enough to pique Adlai's attention from inside as he worked on dinner, but the high-pitched mewling that accompanied the entrance is what gets him to immediately step away from the stovetop to inspect the sound around the corner. Spatula in hand, they freeze almost face-to-face with Parker and scrunch up their nose at the smelly creature in his hands.

"What is that?"

"A cat," is Parker's simple answer. He's not trying to be a smart ass, his mind is just coming up completely blank as far as any excuses are concerned.

Dumbfounded at this reply, Adlai takes a step back and tries to gather himself with a straight face, "I mean the smell."

"Oh. It was— I found it in the dumpster behind work."

"Parker." The expression on Adlai's face looks, in Parker's mind, quite serious. He almost expects to be scolded. But Adlai's tone is soft, if a little frustrated, as he breaks eye contact to look at the time, "The vet is probably closing right now. We can't—"

"I'll go in the mornin'," Parker interjects.

"We don't have anything for…" Adlai trails off this time, taking a brief moment to look over the multi-colored kitten squirming in Parker's hands, up his faintly scarred arms, then back to his freckled face with a sigh, "Put her down in the bathroom with some towels or something. You have to look after her. I have something on the stove."

Parker looks as nervous as he feels. He has never had a cat before, or a dog, or any pet that he hadn't dug up from the garden himself, for that matter. So, he does as Adlai says, turning on his heel towards the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He gathers a couple of towels, figuring he might as well try to rinse it off, considering the smell.

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It's about 10 minutes later when Adlai knocks at the bathroom door with a bowl of food for Parker.

"It's open," his voice calls out from inside, accompanied by an urgent meowing.

Adlai is greeted with the scene of Parker facing away from him, leaned over the edge of the bath with the front of his grey t-shirt completely drenched. The floor to the bathroom has water all over, with one dry towel by the door and another damp one draped over Parker's shoulders.

"What… are you doing?"

Parker glances back, "You said it smelled, I'm rinsin' off the garbage stink." He then lifts the kitten from under its arms, now looking even smaller with its wet fur as it wiggles its back legs in the air. Even with all its squirming, Parker manages to get it wrapped up in the damp towel he has. Before he can ask Adlai to pass him the dry towel though, Adlai has left the bowl of food on the counter and muttered something about going out to grab some stuff, leaving in a flustered rush.

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ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 20d

My husband's job contract is ending in a few days!! If you have any desire for a #commission I am open for ~any PAY WHAT YOU CAN commission!

#mutualaid #fundraising #commissions #opencommission

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Mama Raven @ravenemore.bsky.social · 23h

👏USING 👏 REFERENCES👏 IS 👏NOT 👏CHEATING !

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io @waxwings.bsky.social · 2d

twee vampire

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Lauren Ibañez @libanezink.bsky.social · 1d

Day 7: Frame ⌘

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🕸Nye🐇 @nigelgraz.bsky.social · 1d

OC 🕷💋

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Naomi Franq - UNWANTED GUESTS out now! @naomifranq.bsky.social · 1d

sometimes you have to let an illustration sit for like- a year and some change in your files before you look at it and finally figure out how to finish it 🥲

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𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 @strangehouse.bsky.social · 1d

Prom Queen

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ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 1d

might not be able to stay here. might have to move in w family, which isnt ideal. but im really hoping we can make this work or he gets another contract/job soon bc 😩 its rough out here…

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Sygnin / DTIYS pinned! @sygnin.com · 3d

Day 5 for #repostober

I don’t repost this much coz it’s hard to see unless it’s a single image.

But I still like it coz it’s a scene with a story, not just another character standing around.

#darkart

Art of a lighthouse in a storm. At its base, a bedraggled mer person is climbing out of the waves onto the rocks

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ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 3d

Back from another break in just a minute! I'm drawing girls and guns, so come hang out or lurk if you'd like to watch me draw!

www.twitch.tv/artgh0sts

rough sketch and lineart of a woman holding a gun, with gun reference floating next to her

ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 3d

Starting my #stream in just a moment! Gonna be working more on this animatic!

#sketch #oc #ocsky

➤ YouTube: youtube.com/@artgh0sts
➤ Twitch: twitch.tv/artgh0sts

rough sketch of Adrienne leaning against the corner of a wall

ArtGh0sts 🏳️‍🌈🏴🍀😷 @artgh0sts.bsky.social · 3d

Art Stream, TODAY, 12:30pm (pacific).

I'm working more on an animation/animatic for a character of mine! Plus some other art and maybe trades.

#stream #artstream #originalcharacter #oc #ocsky

➤ YouTube: youtube.com/@artgh0sts
➤ Twitch: twitch.tv/artgh0sts