The share your creativity thread

Delirium

Hope this is alright with the mods.

Basically because this is a forum for people who burn the midnight oil, I figured that it's quite likely that some of you get creative at the late/early hours of the day.

So why don't you share with the forum?

It could be a story/ photos/ sketches or something else that you've created.

I'll rustle up some stuff to kick it off and hopefully the rest of you will join in:)

Delirium

Next is a sketch I did.

The source picture

Sketch Stage 1

Sketch Stage 2

Sketch Stage 3

Sketch Stage 4

Sketch Stage 5

Sketch Stage 6

Finished Sketch

Delirium

A re-working I did of the Rapunzel story

Prince Dashing and Rapunzel

Once upon a time, there was a king and queen who had just had their first child. The king and queen put on a large feast to celebrate the occasion. Lords and ladies came from far and wide to pay tribute to the newborn prince.

As the feast progressed a wandering fortune teller approached the castle. “I’ve come to pay tribute to the young prince”, she said to the sentry of the gates. The sentry, not sure what to do, sent a servant to inform the king.

The king who was in a very happy mood allowed the fortune teller to enter and join the celebrations.

Towards the end of the meal, the fortune teller stood and thanked the king for his hospitality. “And in thanks for the food and as a gift to the young prince, I say tell his fortune. Perhaps a telling about his future true love?”

This idea pleased both the king and queen and they asked the fortune teller to proceed.

“I see a tower in a far away land. The prince will have to face many perils to reach the tower, but once he reaches the tower, he will find his true love. His true love will have long blonde hair, longer than any other woman. This is how he will know his true love.”

The fortune teller once again thanked the king and queen, she then set out on her journey once again.

That night, the king and queen talked about the prophecy regarding their son. They both were pleased that their son would find his true love. The king had taken heed of the warning that the prince would have face many perils and decided he should have the finest training from the finest soldiers in the land.

So the young prince grew up receiving the finest training in archery, sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat.

One day his father took him aside. “My son, the time has arrived for you to go out into the world to find your true love.”

The prince was given the finest horse and weapons, as well as some food and money. He then set out on his quest to find his true love.

A few days into the journey the prince stopped a traveller being attacked by bandits. The prince leapt into action. He managed to fend off the bandits, who realising the were facing a trained warrior, fled into the countryside.

The traveller thanked the prince for his help and asked if he could do anything in return.

“Yes”, the prince replied, “I seek a tower that holds my true love prisoner. She has long hair, longer than any other woman.”

“I know of such a tower, my lord.” said the traveller. “It lies three days journey to the east”.

The prince had to travel through the valley of the Hyper-active Weasels. Then cross the Fjord of Forgetfullness. Once he crossed the fjord, he had to travel through the Forest of Unspeakable Evils. The Evils being so unspeakable, that we’ll rejoin the prince on the other side of the forest.

The prince was now at the edge of a large plain. He could see the tower in the distance, so he sent out towards the tower, and his true love.

He arrived at the tower only to noticed that the only entrance was a window near the top of the tower. He tried throwing a rope and grappling hook in an attempt to gain entrance to the tower, but alas the window was too high.

A voice called out from the tower, “who is out there? And why do you attempt to enter my tower?”

The prince responded, “It is I, Prince Dashing, your true love. I have come to release you from the tower so we may be together. Sadly I cannot find a way to enter the tower.”

“I can lower my hair and you could climb up it to get into the tower.”

“Then throw down your hair so that we may finally be together.”shouted the prince.

Suddenly long flowing locks of blonde hair fell from the tower window. The prince grabbed onto the hair and slowly made the ascent towards the window.

The prince entered the window and saw that the hair continued to a bed in the center of the tower. The bed had its curtains closed and voice called out, “Come closer my prince so that we will finally be together.”

The prince walked over to the bed and threw back the curtains. Behind the curtains was the princess, who had been dead for quite some time. And sitting upon bed was a head lice the size of a small child.

“So glad you made it my prince”, said the head lice in a mocking voice. “My children have been so hungry for so long”.

Only then did the prince notice the sound of scuttling insects above him. He looked up to see 20 of the head lices children.

Before the prince could try to escape, the insects descended upon him and devoured him.

I guess the fortune teller didn’t allow for bad hygiene.

Delirium

And a "kids" story I made up.

The Wolf and the Pig.

Once upon a time, there was a pig who lived just outside a little village. He owned a small farm that he owned and farmed by himself.

His land provided just enough food for him to last through the winter.

One day he noticed some of his crop wasn’t doing so well. The pig was worried that the crops wouldn’t be enough to last the winter. ‘I best check another field tomorrow’, he thought to himself.

The next day the pig woke early and travelled to his other field. When he got there, the crops were also not doing so well. The pig decided to try and salvage what he could and hopefully that would see him through the winter.

The pig set about getting to work the next day, and for every day until winter arrived, he worked from sunrise until sunset.

The winter eventually arrived. The pig had his crops harvested but soon realised that they wouldn’t see him through the winter.

About halfway through the winter the pig was out cutting lumber for a fire when he noticed someone coming up the hill towards the pig. He soon realised it was a wolf that was approaching. He fled to his cottage, and locked and bolted the doors and windows.

The pig watched the wolf approach the cabin and leave a large sack outside the door. The wolf then just walked back down the hill. The pig waited until he was sure the wolf was gone before he unlocked the door. He looked into the sack and discovered it was full of food.

The pig carried the sack inside and cooked himself a large feast as he hadn’t been able to have a large meal in many days. Once he was finished he noticed that the sack still had lots of food left in it. The pig put the food away so as to have food left to hopefully see him through the winter.

A week later, the wolf appeared as before and the pig locked himself inside the house. Once again, the pig waited for the wolf to leave before unlocking the door. This time the wolf had left two sacks. The pig couldn’t believe his luck. He prepared an even larger feast that night as he had the previous week.

The wolf continued this giving of food for another two weeks, each time increasing the sacks by one.

On the fifth week, the pig was once again outside when the wolf began to approach the farm. The pig decided not to run into the cabin this time. The pig greeted the wolf as he approached.

‘Hello Mr.Pig’ said the wolf. ‘Good evening Mr.Wolf’ replied the pig, ‘would you care to join me for some supper? It’s only fair as you provided the food.’

‘I would like that very much Mr.Pig’.

The wolf and the pig went into the cabin. The pig began to prepare a feast for the two of them.

As the food was cooking the pig turned to the wolf and asked why he had given so much food to the pig.

‘The food would have been wasted otherwise. I had heard that a pig lived alone and hadn’t harvested enough crops to last the winter. I figured I’d give the food to you as I’ve a different taste in food.’

‘But what food will you eat then?’ the pig replied.

‘I have food which has been growing for many weeks and is now ready for harvesting.’

‘In winter? but nothing grows in winter? what is this magical food that you speak of?’mused the pig.

‘Bacon!!!’ roared the wolf as he leapt upon the pig and sank his teeth deep within the pigs throat. He ripped the throat out and let the blood flow down his neck. The wolf felt the warm blood fill his belly. He resumed biting and tearing at the body of the pig, ripping out flesh and crunching down on bones. The wolf feasted for hours that night on the body of the pig. EVentually the sounds of of bones snaping between his powerful jaws and the marrow been sucked out of the bones subsided. The wolf slowly made his way to the pigs bed and fell into a deep sleep.

You see, the wolf had given the pig the food so as to fatten him up so that the wolf might have a large feast before he slept for the rest of the winter.

FewFew

Oh god, this is the worst thread in the world... in that I can see it sprawling madly out of control, because I will actually just constantly keep updating with random doodles! Before I had to have some sort of context, but here I can just doodle to infinity! INFINITY!

Here's one of Pter...

FewFew

Jokettle (bare in mind I have no idea what this user actually looks like)

Delirium

but that's exactly the sort of stuff the thread is for!!

:D

FewFew

koth wrote: »

but that's exactly the sort of stuff the thread is for!!

:D

I know Koth... but it'll never end sir, NEVER END! :eek:

Delirium

Fewcifur wrote: »

I know Koth... but it'll never end sir, NEVER END! :eek:

Still not seeing how this is a bad thing:P

EDIT: could a mod kindly put the missing 'r' in 'your' in the thread title for me, please?

-Trek-

Nice idea

Some rubbish I worked, trying to create a Final Fantasy character

RolandIRL

koth wrote: »

EDIT: could a mod kindly put the missing 'r' in 'your' in the thread title for me, please?

you can do it yourself, just click the edit button twice, and you'll be brought to an "post reply" type screen, and you can edit the title there.

well that's all the creativity i'm willing to share. someone's gonna have to pay if they want to see more:p

Delirium

whiteman19 wrote: »

you can do it yourself, just click the edit button twice, and you'll be brought to an "post reply" type screen, and you can edit the title there.

well that's all the creativity i'm willing to share. someone's gonna have to pay if they want to see more:p

Thanks, whitey, that was driving me mental:D

-Trek-

This is a sketch of a character from this book which I found good for learning to draw.

squishykins

Oooooh Fewie do one of mee! Pretttttty please?

FewFew

squishykins wrote: »

Oooooh Fewie do one of mee! Pretttttty please?

FewFew

FewFew

FewFew

boomkatalog

Had a go at Princess Mononoke.

FewFew

That's cool! I can never draw girls properly

boomkatalog

Fewcifur wrote: »

That's cool! I can never draw girls properly

I can't draw boys! Together we can DRAW THE WORLD!

FewFew

FewFew

boomkatalog wrote: »

I can't draw boys! Together we can DRAW THE WORLD!

That would be lovely. I'm surprised you can't do boys, we've none of the sublime curves of you girls, we're pretty square and straight

Links234

boomkatalog wrote: »

Had a go at Princess Mononoke.

I might add that's probably one of my favourite films EVER!

boomkatalog

Fewcifur wrote: »

That would be lovely. I'm surprised you can't do boys, we've none of the sublime curves of you girls, we're pretty square and straight

I think being a girl gives me the advantage on figuring out where the curves are Boys always look boxy when I draw them.

Links234 wrote: »

I might add that's probably one of my favourite films EVER!

I was never really introduced to anime or anything but someone made me watch this, and although intitially horrified by the gorefest ("But it's a CARTOON??" :O) it's actually quite fantastic. Loving the strong female character too.

FewFew

boomkatalog wrote: »

I think being a girl gives me the advantage on figuring out where the curves are Boys always look boxy when I draw them.

Yup, I'm sure actually being a girl gives you an advantage alright. It's a bit like the skill where girls can point out fake boobs a mile away.

boomkatalog

Fewcifur wrote: »

Yup, I'm sure actually being a girl gives you an advantage alright. It's a bit like the skill where girls can point out fake boobs a mile away.

That doesn't take skill, you just have to stop thinking "OMG BEWBS" and start thinking "Hey, who turned off the gravity in here??"

Links234

boomkatalog wrote: »

Loving the strong female character too.

most of that director's films have strong female characters too though, or just the main characters that are female

Nausicaa, Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle, Spirited Away,

boomkatalog

Links234 wrote: »

most of that director's films have strong female characters too though, or just the main characters that are female

Nausicaa, Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle, Spirited Away,

I'll go looking for more strong female characters to draw tomorrow

Links234

boomkatalog wrote: »

I'll go looking for more strong female characters to draw tomorrow

Lisbeth Salander

FewFew

boomkatalog

That's my favourite anything. EVER.

FewFew

boomkatalog wrote: »

That's my favourite anything. EVER.

The yoke above? It is rather random.

boomkatalog

I must demand a doodle. I'll swap you for a badly written review tomorrow :P

FewFew

Sounds like an excellent deal. What would you like a doodle of?

boomkatalog

Fewcifur wrote: »

Sounds like an excellent deal. What would you like a doodle of?

hate to sound vain but...

ME

FewFew

boomkatalog wrote: »

hate to sound vain but...

ME

Ugh, but I've already expressed my difficulty at drawing girlies! Hrmmm..

boomkatalog

Fewcifur wrote: »

Ugh, but I've already expressed my difficulty at drawing girlies! Hrmmm..

I have no curves, that should help :P

FewFew

boomkatalog wrote: »

I have no curves, that should help :P

Curves aren't really the worst bit, it's the delicate pretty girlie face of yours that's going to make it a doodle where I'll have to bust out the eraser at least once. Damn that's more than I've used it for every other picture in this thread. But I'll do it damn it, I never turn down a challenge! :cool:

Fewcifur

Fewcifur wrote: »

Ugh, but I've already expressed my difficulty at drawing girlies! Hrmmm..

Just draw Daria with bigger jabs.

(I consulted Stu on this one).

FewFew

boomkatalog wrote: »

hate to sound vain but...

ME

One badly drawn doodle for your badly written review Fair swapsies

micayla

Spotted this thread and decided to share a short story I wrote inspired by a photo of a couple kissing that was taken in Paris in the 50s. Enjoy (hopefully)

Life's Photograph
She takes the picture from the mantle, tracing a wrinkled finger over the young couple caught in an embrace. She remembers this day as if it were yesterday. They’d been unable to afford a honeymoon, and on their first anniversary he surprised her. He made her breakfast in bed, and beside the coffee pot he placed the envelope. Inside, she found two tickets to Paris. He spent the entire first year of their marriage saving, and she’d had no idea. It was something they’d joked about before they got married - running away to Paris. Their friends and families told them they were foolish - that they should save the money for when they had children - but they ignored it, too excited about seeing another country. In the end, they never had any children, but they always have Paris. As she gazes at the elderly man asleep in the leather armchair across from her, she thinks back to that wonderful trip.
She’d never left the country before and the experiences of travelling were novel to her. It was a morning in May of 1950 when they arrived, but by the time they found their hotel, evening had fallen. There’d been a light shower earlier in the day, and you could smell the wet trees and grass. With the warm breeze, they decided to dine on the hotel’s terrace, looking out at the Eiffel Tower. They made a pact to try everything French. She remembers how he hadn’t been keen on the idea of eating snails at that first dinner, but in the end, he agreed, for her. He did mostly everything for her on that trip, visiting the museums, the art galleries, walks along the Seine without complaint. The picture was taken on their last day, as they walked from their hotel to the Notre Dame Cathedral. She was talking about all the sights they’d seen, and the stories they’d have to tell everyone at home, when suddenly he pulled her in for that kiss. It was so powerful and full of passion. They didn’t know about the photo until many years later, when a friend saw it printed in a magazine. For their tenth anniversary she contacted the magazine and they arranged for a copy to be sent to her. It‘s hard to believe that kiss took place sixty years ago.
Many things have changed since then. Flying isn’t so novel anymore and visiting other countries is much easier for people now. She remembers her friend’s grandchildren telling her about their gap-years in India, China and even Australia. She is slightly envious of the younger generations, with so much more freedom and time. Of course, things aren’t all easy for them - times have changed; now couples have both to work to afford their house and educate their children. But they also have time to be young, to travel, to live their lives. Looking at the love of her life, she knows that while she may not have had all those opportunities, she wouldn’t change her life. The last sixty years were wonderful. Yes, they had their problems, but they were happy. As she replaces the photograph, she smiles and walks over to her husband. She kisses his cold lips and turns to call her friend, thinking she will be with him again soon.

Baggly

This is random, hard to follow and not my best work. Dont forget to follow the arrows.

Doctor DooM

I haz music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YU_zNLX1ZWI

squishykins

Few, I do not believe that that is an accurate representation of myself. 1. I can't smile that big :P 2. I'm not that crazy about Jager, I'm much crazier about other things :D

Doctor DooM

squishykins wrote: »

Few, I do not believe that that is an accurate representation of myself. 1. I can't smile that big :P 2. I'm not that crazy about Jager, I'm much crazier about other things :D

I'm not sure I want to ask that question

FewFew

squishykins wrote: »

Few, I do not believe that that is an accurate representation of myself. 1. I can't smile that big :P 2. I'm not that crazy about Jager, I'm much crazier about other things :D

oh yeah, coming from the girl who made her boyfriend drink a Jaegerbomb etc, I think you protest too much... like a junkie who says she's not addicted to the red skittles!

squishykins

Fewcifur wrote: »

oh yeah, coming from the girl who made her boyfriend drink a Jaegerbomb etc, I think you protest too much... like a junkie who says she's not addicted to the red skittles!

I made him get one cuz I don't like drinking them on my own, it's no fun

ToniTuddle

Fewcifur wrote: »

Awesome!
How do I put it into my signiture with a link to the Nocturnal Forum!?
I forget how toooooooo

Delirium

ToniTuddle wrote: »

Awesome!
How do I put it into my signiture with a link to the Nocturnal Forum!?
I forget how toooooooo

you going on a recruitment drive for the LMS thread? :O:P

[noparse][/noparse]

Baggly

I havent decided what this is yet. Male/female; Angel/devil; good/bad; worth shading properly/not worth it.

The debate in my head continues.