Welcome to the Guild Art Show! Feel free to post your latest finished works here! Whether it be a painting, sculpture, fiber arts, or more! If it’s a finished creative work, we’d love to see your post added to the gallery!
How it Works: Submit your finished art (any medium) using the form on post 4. Quote me and I will add it to the Spring Gallery Collection in Post 5.
Feel free to comment on each other's pieces, and engage with each other about your various passions and inspirations!
Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2026 6:28 pm
∘₊✧ 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 & 𝑮𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ✧₊∘
Eligibility: ✧ Open to all guild members ✧ Each member may submit as many pieces as they like*
Content: ✧ Submissions are FINISHED WORKS ONLY ✧ Submissions should be respectful of both Gaia TOS and Guild rules ✧ No explicit, hateful, or divisive content Originality: ✧ Submit only your own finished work (See Submission Format before posting) ✧ Credit any references or inspirations where applicable ✧ AI generated art is allowed if specified as AI
*the number of submissions for AI may be limited so entries do not overwhelm other creative submissions which take longer to create
Engagement: ✧ You may quote and comment on other artist's posts, but only in an encouraging manner! (This is an Art Show, not the place for feedback, you can start another thread in the subforum if you would like feedback for your own art. ♡)
✧ Comments and discussion outside of submissions must be related to the Show and it's entries.
✧ You may not post someone else's art anywhere or modify someone else's art unless you have written permission from that person. (You can set up your own thread in the Creative Subforum if you would like to do collabs/art trades.)
If we see posts that are not following the rules we may remove the post and will notify you accordingly. This is a showcase to share finished work with one another and enjoy each other's talents and skills! heart
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2026 6:29 pm
∘₊✧ 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕 ✧₊∘
Each submission must adhere to the format so the thread reads like an Art Show! Submissions not adhering to the format may be removed.
1. Artist and Medium must be filled out. tabTitle and Descriptions are optional but would be a lovely view into your inspirations and thought process for your work!
2. Images must be hosted on sites where they will be viewable long-term, like Imgur.
3. Images/Written subs must be a reasonable size or hidden behind a spoiler.
How to adjust the size of your images:
[img=size=200]ImageAddress[/img]
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Artist: Elora Lore Title: Crystal Key Medium: Watercolor Description: The key to the secret library in Revelle, a scholarly city from my in-progress fantasy novel. My inspiration for the design was to create a skeleton key that evoked both the frozen nature of the climate as well as the mystery of what was hidden behind the library's locked walls.
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Please see next post for submission format code. Just copy and paste in your post then fill in your entry!
[align=center] [size=32] Your Title Here [/size] [b]Author:[/b] Your Name Here [/align] [spoiler]
Paste your Poem/Short Story/Etc here
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Just Copy and Paste! heart Remember to quote me in your post to make sure I see your submission so I can add it to the Collection on the Front Page!
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2026 11:13 am
∘₊✧ 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 ✧₊∘
Drawing & Painting Entries with descriptions will be collected here.
Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2026 12:17 pm
∘₊✧ 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 ✧₊∘
Written Entries with descriptions will be collected here.
Scarlet_Teardrops
Miss Maybelle
I was walking down Adams Street on a beautiful October afternoon when I noticed something about Miss Maybelle. And, honestly, I thought it was the funniest thing. You see, I could have sworn that, for but a moment, she had two shadows. Absurd, right? Of course. I laughed it off. A trick of the eye. They were funny things, eyes. And light? It was a funny thing too.
The next day, I saw Miss Maybelle again. I tipped my hat to her and said, “Good day.” And she nodded. But I couldn’t help myself. I watched. I wanted to see if the trick would happen again. Just one shadow, though. And therefore, I thought, it truly must have surely been a trick. I laughed again. But as I made my way ‘round the corner I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A silhouette. Just briefly. The silhouette of Miss Maybelle, waving at me.
You know how eyes can be. And this I consoled myself with. At least, I tried to. But the whole matter left me with a faint unease that I could not shake. I went home. Had dinner. A couple of drinks. Went to bed. And the next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. I did not.
And for some reason, there arose in me a kind of relief. Such an inappropriate thing to feel, I thought. And then, as I approached that corner from the day prior, I felt my heart pick up speed. Why was I so unsettled? Yet, I could not deny that I was. I went anyway, encountering nothing out of sorts. I arrived at home. Had dinner. A couple of drinks. Went to bed. The next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle.
And I did. I tipped my hat and said, “Good day.” And she nodded. I couldn’t help myself. I watched. Just one shadow again. Eventually I came to the corner. I rounded it. Nothing out of sorts. I went home. Had dinner. A couple of drinks. Went to bed. The next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. And I did. I tipped my hat and said, “Good day.” And she nodded.
And so it was that this continued for nearly two weeks. So normal had everything become that the whole strangeness had slipped from my mind. And during the first week of November, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. I did. And I tipped my hat and I said, “Good day.” And she nodded. And then I stumbled, for her shadow waved at me. Miss Maybelle gasped and asked if I was well. I reassured her that I was fine.
My gaze was fixed upon the shadow that had waved. But it waved no more. It followed her when she walked away. It matched her every movement, in fact. But I know what I saw. I know it! I adjusted my coat, replaced my hat back atop my head, and continued. I remembered, then, my experience with the corner. And I dreaded it. Indeed, I was quite shaken by what I had just seen.
But nothing happened when I rounded the corner. And I went home. I had dinner. Three drinks, this time. Went to bed. My sleep was restless. The next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. I dreaded it. Surely you can understand why. And so I breathed a sigh of relief when she was not there. But then my mind wandered, as minds are prone to do. What if something happened to her? What if the shadow was a demon?
I put those thoughts out of my head, dreadful as they were. I made it to the corner. No trouble there. Went home. Had dinner. A couple of drinks. Went to bed. The next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. I did. I tipped my hat and said, “Good day.” And she waved.
And I stopped. My heart quaked with fear, and she did not seem to notice, carrying on with her walk. I stared for several moments, rudely, before hurrying away. I arrived at the corner but did not care. Fear would not stop me. I hurried until I arrived at home. I was sick. I did not eat dinner. I went straight for a drink. I had two. No, three. Maybe four? And then, bed. Restless dreams haunted me.
The next day, I went to work. And on my way home, I dreaded seeing Miss Maybelle. And my heart sank when I did. I did not tip my hat to her. I did not say good day. But out of the corner of my eye I watched. And she smiled at me and waved. It was so dreadful that I took off running immediately.
I went home. I did not eat. I did not drink. I sat and I watched the hours go by. I dared not even to sleep. And the next day, I refused to go out. But as the hours went on, I could not help but feel exhaustion truly settling into my bones. I decided that I would endeavor to rest. But when I entered my room, I saw the silhouette – the shadow – of Miss Maybelle. It waved at me. I cried out with a start and fled from my home.
As I wandered blindly through the streets of town, I came upon Miss Maybelle, who was enjoying her afternoon walk. I ‘bout fainted. But she saw me before I could, and before I could dart away. And when she did, she nodded at me. Just a nod. And then, continued with her walk. No shadow behind her.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2026 12:18 pm
heart We are open! Feel free to start posting your finished works! heart
Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2026 6:48 am
Miss Maybelle
I was walking down Adams Street on a beautiful October afternoon when I noticed something about Miss Maybelle. And, honestly, I thought it was the funniest thing. You see, I could have sworn that, for but a moment, she had two shadows. Absurd, right? Of course. I laughed it off. A trick of the eye. They were funny things, eyes. And light? It was a funny thing too.
The next day, I saw Miss Maybelle again. I tipped my hat to her and said, “Good day.” And she nodded. But I couldn’t help myself. I watched. I wanted to see if the trick would happen again. Just one shadow, though. And therefore, I thought, it truly must have surely been a trick. I laughed again. But as I made my way ‘round the corner I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A silhouette. Just briefly. The silhouette of Miss Maybelle, waving at me.
You know how eyes can be. And this I consoled myself with. At least, I tried to. But the whole matter left me with a faint unease that I could not shake. I went home. Had dinner. A couple of drinks. Went to bed. And the next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. I did not.
And for some reason, there arose in me a kind of relief. Such an inappropriate thing to feel, I thought. And then, as I approached that corner from the day prior, I felt my heart pick up speed. Why was I so unsettled? Yet, I could not deny that I was. I went anyway, encountering nothing out of sorts. I arrived at home. Had dinner. A couple of drinks. Went to bed. The next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle.
And I did. I tipped my hat and said, “Good day.” And she nodded. I couldn’t help myself. I watched. Just one shadow again. Eventually I came to the corner. I rounded it. Nothing out of sorts. I went home. Had dinner. A couple of drinks. Went to bed. The next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. And I did. I tipped my hat and said, “Good day.” And she nodded.
And so it was that this continued for nearly two weeks. So normal had everything become that the whole strangeness had slipped from my mind. And during the first week of November, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. I did. And I tipped my hat and I said, “Good day.” And she nodded. And then I stumbled, for her shadow waved at me. Miss Maybelle gasped and asked if I was well. I reassured her that I was fine.
My gaze was fixed upon the shadow that had waved. But it waved no more. It followed her when she walked away. It matched her every movement, in fact. But I know what I saw. I know it! I adjusted my coat, replaced my hat back atop my head, and continued. I remembered, then, my experience with the corner. And I dreaded it. Indeed, I was quite shaken by what I had just seen.
But nothing happened when I rounded the corner. And I went home. I had dinner. Three drinks, this time. Went to bed. My sleep was restless. The next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. I dreaded it. Surely you can understand why. And so I breathed a sigh of relief when she was not there. But then my mind wandered, as minds are prone to do. What if something happened to her? What if the shadow was a demon?
I put those thoughts out of my head, dreadful as they were. I made it to the corner. No trouble there. Went home. Had dinner. A couple of drinks. Went to bed. The next day, I went to work. And on my way home I looked to see if I might see Miss Maybelle. I did. I tipped my hat and said, “Good day.” And she waved.
And I stopped. My heart quaked with fear, and she did not seem to notice, carrying on with her walk. I stared for several moments, rudely, before hurrying away. I arrived at the corner but did not care. Fear would not stop me. I hurried until I arrived at home. I was sick. I did not eat dinner. I went straight for a drink. I had two. No, three. Maybe four? And then, bed. Restless dreams haunted me.
The next day, I went to work. And on my way home, I dreaded seeing Miss Maybelle. And my heart sank when I did. I did not tip my hat to her. I did not say good day. But out of the corner of my eye I watched. And she smiled at me and waved. It was so dreadful that I took off running immediately.
I went home. I did not eat. I did not drink. I sat and I watched the hours go by. I dared not even to sleep. And the next day, I refused to go out. But as the hours went on, I could not help but feel exhaustion truly settling into my bones. I decided that I would endeavor to rest. But when I entered my room, I saw the silhouette – the shadow – of Miss Maybelle. It waved at me. I cried out with a start and fled from my home.
As I wandered blindly through the streets of town, I came upon Miss Maybelle, who was enjoying her afternoon walk. I ‘bout fainted. But she saw me before I could, and before I could dart away. And when she did, she nodded at me. Just a nod. And then, continued with her walk. No shadow behind her.
