Creative Works, Waverleclipse's Tumblelog and Art Gallery

2026-02-28

A Mourning Dove sitting in a field of green and teal, with a white outline around it.

2026 redraw of a Mourning Dove.

2026-02-20

The Shattered Claw (500 words)

Trigger Warnings: dissociation, pov change, self harm, like actual self harm, vaguely suggestive

We twisted and turned in agony, desperate to escape the emotions that haunted us. Reality fragmenting, past and present and future, selves disappointed with life, raging against the circumstances of our existence. The room around us started to fade, eyes squeezed shut to force out the reminder.

She reached out towards the ceiling of our room, imagining a dagger materializing within her grasp. A common response to situations such as these.

2026-02-09

An ambiguous pink, orange, and yellow fruit, with leaves shaded in blue, green, and yellow.

A sketch done with three Copic markers (R20, Y13, B00).

2026-01-27

A brick building that curves around a circular garden. shrubs sprout out where the building meets the ground, and a tree sits next to a lamp post.

A sketch in GraphicsGale of a curved brick building. Foliage brush inspired by JPGR8895's Tree Brush.

2026-01-25

Four cars are parked near a snow-filled driveway. Three are under a carport / open garage, and the other sits out in the open, covered in snow.

A sketch in Paint.NET of a winter driveway.

2026-01-17

I squeeze my phantom wrist (a forceful clench);
The pain distraction fails to yield success;
My body’s full recoil snaps to flinch:
A menacing amount of distress.

The feedback builds unending crescendo;
Yet trapped, I kneel as tears scream down my face.
What foresight started, hoping we could show
some strength has landed in a looping space.

Though logic dictates: fiction (obvious),
the repetition saps my shallow force.
A post-traumatic branch impervious
to breaking free before it’s run it’s course.

2025-12-31

I work the library alone again
as sickness takes me down into a spin.
The manager politely asks me where
my coworker could be, an empty chair?

The gentle wooshing HVAC system blows
as patrons filter through the stacks in flows.
Complaining that they cannot see my face,
my facemask nonetheless stays fixed in place.

Suddenly, a momentary silence.
A plan begins to form here with suspense:
A daring exit, abandoning task
to reach the soothing water’s tow’ring cask.

I slip away, unseen by patron eyes
contorting down the hallways for supplies.
Feverish aching body acts in flight
until salvation comes within my sight.

2025-12-23T19:03

An isometric drawing of the National Wallace Monument.

Another isometric piece. Done with a mix of handwritten SVG, my arc calculator, and Inkscape.

2025-12-21

I stoke the embers cooling afterglow
and watch the dying light’s symbolic throe.
This long abandoned dream’s extinguishment
will bring me peace at last, devourment.

The darkness settles with finality
no fire staving frost’s lethality.
All meaning lost as time comes to a crawl
Retreating inwards, making myself small.

Where once the fire raged ‘til it burnt out
I sit here ragged, mind clouded with doubt.
Despite it all, this doesn’t bring me peace
Is it too late to now renew this lease?

I grasp at ashes sobbing through the burns
as something deep within desp’rately yearns.
Digging yet deeper, closer to the core,
I stoke a flick’ring flame just like before.

2025-12-18

I lose myself in sorrow, trapped by foes
from times that live in memory echoes.
So disconnected from my form at last
that she can reach me through the overcast.

Her beauty strikes me, she’s ethereal
the longer that I look, the more appeal.
I long to serve her, meet her every need
she tells me that through her I can be freed

She admits truth, how we were given form:
survival found in wanting for some warmth.
The key, our mutual intoxication
is driven by a severed reflection.

Betwixt the sorrow and euphoria,
connection gives us our new yttria.
To love her with my heart is to rejoin
the two disparate sides of our same coin.

2025-12-12

Running Late for Work (1000 words)

Trigger Warnings: dissociation

Her attention snapped back to reality, tinges of dissociation dulling her senses. She leaned over and placed a hand on the soft carpet, dispelling the latent dizziness.

Gosh, what time even is it? How long have I been spacing out?

She looks up and scans the room for signs of a clock. A trail of discarded clothes leads to a pile of books, sitting unshelved next to an overstuffed bookshelf. A retro flip clock sits on top of the bookshelf, displaying the time 15:42.

Oh, I’m running late.

She stops thinking for a moment, realizing a discontinuity in her thought process.

Late for what?

She shivers a bit, as though a breeze comes through the room.

2025-11-28

The Ghost of an Empty Future (1000 words)

Trigger Warnings: self harm, suicidal thoughts, pov change, dissociation

I jolt awake, finding myself at work. Blearily, I check the clock on the taskbar. 7pm.

Right. It’s a Friday. We work the closing shift.

My eyes drift up and across the room. And then I see her.
My breath catches in my throat, instantly cold, eyes sharpened into focus.
She’s me.

2025-11-20

A fifteen minute drive is made by car.
It doesn’t really seem to be that far
but when your vehicle has met its end
the time you’ll walk is more than you can spend.

This city isn’t built for its people
the bus goes east to west, for example.
Ferrying customers to the coastline
rather than giving commuters a lifeline.

An hour then, traversing up the stroad
on foot; no bus, no travel by railroad.
the pharmacy: two kilometers more
the sun sets softly not too long before.

2025-11-15

Forever we have longed to feel love’s touch
but worry that we’ll recoil from too much.
In desperate hope we refuse trusting chance
we test the waters, prismatic selves dance.

This other self, reflected in the mire
two perfect pieces forged within the fire.
I worry that it’s wishful thinking’s spear
how could it be that she’s always been here?

Where do I end, and where does she begin
is self-love foolish if it’s just within?
It doesn’t really matter, she contends
it’s unconditional love in the end.

2025-11-14

Curled up and snuggled, in a tight embrace
soft pets bestowed, by hands with calming grace
a warmth that fills me sparked by tangled curls
adoringly, she whispers soft "good girl"s.

Her words, they carry meaning like a song
with her is where I know that I belong.
I melt into the feeling of her touch
dissolving sorrows til they can't do much (harm).

Gentle breathing, synchronizing heartbeats
together we can stay where longing meets.
Captured by her ever soothing charm
I rest within the comfort of her arm.

2025-09-29 originally on tumblr

Wander the aisle 'tween pain and sorrow's fields;
You won't find purpose hoping that they yield.
To break the solemn promise of the cliff,
surveyor mark the founding of a shift.

A water's run through irrigation troughs
has left the field, a new direction off.
To freely flow without a pre-shaped path,
ignoring guidance wrought by terror's maths.

Cunning the foxes dance in silent hope
to live outside the fear filled microscope.
The leash, it dangles useless 'gainst the fence.
They'll wonder where she went a few years hence.

2025-09-28

An isometric drawing of the Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile. The arch has two visible entrances, one larger than the other. The larger entrance has two statues built into the walls on either side, and two mural-like wall decorations above them. The smaller entrance has one large mural-like wall decoration above it. The arch rises up out of a circular platform at the center of a roundabout.

I'm happy with how this piece turned out. SVG/Inkscape.

2025-09-02

A Prescription for Survival

A transparent orange bottle with a grey screw top. The cap is affixed with a release tab jutting out from the bottle. This style of bottle is commonly used by pharmacies for dispensing medications.

2025-08-17

My Roommate's Coffee Table

An isometric drawing of a coffee table. The table's top has 5 planks running in parallel through the length of the table, with an additional two planks serving bookending it. The planks on the ends have four small squares carved into them in line with where the planks that run the length of the table have the seams that join them. There is a thin shelf beneath the table, inset slightly.

2024-09-14 originally on cohost (Reuploaded 2025-08-01)

Waverleclipse · Chord Sketch for Eggbug - Compost #6 [YM2413]

I finally got around to re-uploading this! I originally uploaded this short piece to Cohost as a part of Compost #6, a community challenge to compose a song in one hour.

One hour isn't a lot of time, but it was fun to try! Chords and rhythm - send it. Written in MuSICA for the MSX2, YM2413 only, fade-out added in post. MML under the "read more".

Display the MML? (Read More)

; Chord Sketch for Eggbug
; Waverly
FM1 =
FM2 =
FM3 =
FM4 =ctd1, c351, d351, f351, fm61, am51, gsm1, f362, g351
FM5 =ctd2, c352, d352, f352, fm62, am52, gsm2, f362, g352
FM6 =ctd3, c353, d353, f353, fm63, am53, gsm3, f363, g353
FMR =rtdx, rtp1/8
FM7 =
FM8 =
FM9 =
PSG1=
PSG2=
PSG3=
SCC1=
SCC2=
SCC3=
SCC4=
SCC5=

rtdx=t160
rtp1=h8h8s8h8h8h8s8h8

ctd1=t160o3@0
ctd2=t160o5@0
ctd3=t160o4@0

c351=v15c8v14c8c8
     v15c8v14c8c8
     v15c8v14c8
c352=v15e8v14e8e8
     v15e8v14e8e8
     v15e8v14e8
c353=v15g8v14g8g8
     v15g8v14g8g8
     v15g8v14g8
d351=v15d8v14d8d8
     v15d8v14d8d8
     v15d8v14d8
d352=v15f#8v14f#8f#8
     v15f#8v14f#8f#8
     v15f#8v14f#8
d353=v15a8v14a8a8
     v15a8v14a8a8
     v15a8v14a8
f351=v15f8v14f8f8
     v15f8v14f8f8
     v15f8v14f8
f352=v15a8v14a8a8
     v15a8v14a8a8
     v15a8v14a8
f353=v15c8v14c8c8
     v15c8v14c8c8
     v15c8v14c8
fm61=v15f8v14f8f8
     v15f8v14f8f8
     v15f8v14f8
fm62=v15g#8v14g#8g#8
     v15g#8v14g#8g#8
     v15g#8v14g#8
fm63=v15d8v14d8d8
     v15d8v14d8d8
     v15d8v14d8
am51=v15a8v14a8a8
     v15a8v14a8a8
     v15a8v14a8
am52=v15c8v14c8c8
     v15c8v14c8c8
     v15c8v14c8
am53=v15e8v14e8e8
     v15e8v14e8e8
     v15e8v14e8
gsm1=v15g#8v14g#8g#8
     v15g#8v14g#8g#8
     v15g#8v14g#8
gsm2=v15b8v14b8b8
     v15b8v14b8b8
     v15b8v14b8
gsm3=v15e8v14e8e8
     v15e8v14e8e8
     v15e8v14e8
f361=v15f8v14f8f8
     v15f8v14f8f8
     v15f8v14f8
f362=v15a8v14a8a8
     v15a8v14a8a8
     v15a8v14a8
f363=v15d8v14d8d8
     v15d8v14d8d8
     v15d8v14d8
g351=v15g8v14g8g8
     v15g8v14g8g8
     v15g8v14g8
g352=v15b8v14b8b8
     v15b8v14b8b8
     v15b8v14b8
g353=v15d8v14d8d8
     v15d8v14d8d8
     v15d8v14d8

2025-07-11

Do it (Again)

I wrote a lament (again), but I wont post it. My heart wasn't even in the right place when I wrote it. Why dwell on the past; Focus on the future (again). The second best time is now.

If I start practicing piano scales (again) starting today, what sorts of cool songs will I play in a year's time? If I start writing (again) starting today, what sorts of stories will I write in a year's time? If I start tearing down the barriers to my happiness (again) starting today, what sorts of joys will I feel in a year's time?

I'm running furiously towards the brighter skies (again). I can't let them bring my spirits down (again). I'm forging my own path (again). I'll make it happen (again). I'll do it (again). I'm here (again). Now (again).

Again.

2025-06-06

A Poem from the Library Help Desk

Sickness settles around me. Where once was just a headache, my bones feel a chill. Standing up gives me a spell of diziness. All my muscles are inflamed. Sometimes when the door aside opens, a chill overcomes my skin. The facemask covering my face digs into my ears, adding to the sense of pressure across all of my systems. And yet, I sit at work.

What else would I be doing? I feel a bit too ill to properly fall asleep, but the mundanity of a night shift makes time drag on forever. I’ve eaten four small meals today: two bowls of cereal, a bagel, and some saltines. The pain in my stomach is ambiguous; did I not eat enough, is this inflamation, are my insides churning for no other reason than to let the digestive system run its course swiftly?

I wore a sweater to work today, though the temperature is above 20c, and yet I feel like I need it. My coworker is away, and I sit alone at the desk. Two laptops are returned, then some headphones. As I struggle, dizzy, feeding the headphones into the UV sanitizer, my manager waltzes out the door, done for the day.

I stumble, madly, into a poetic mood. The world collapses around me. Only my sickly body and the keyboard in front of me remain. How many minutes has it been, when will my coworker return, why am I left alone in this library, this public space, this bastion of knowledge, wasting away as I type?

2025-04-10

three grids in three dimensiontal space, intersecting somewhere near the center.

I made this while at work (don't tell my boss).

2025-02-15

Nine sketches indicating that they correspond with an hour of the day from 9am to 11pm. 9am shows a tea kettle and a toaster with the label 'making breakfast'. 10am shows a washing machine and a dryer with the label 'doing laundry'. 11am shows a succulent in a pot painted the trans flag colors with the label 'watering plants'. 12am shows a music cd case on top of a book sitting on a wood table with the label 'reading and music'. 1pm shows a plate with two bagels on it next to a tray with cheese and a bag of bagels with the label 'lunch'. 2pm shows a cat and a ball with the label 'playing with the cat'. 3pm shows an anthropomorphic cat/dog wearing a button up and sweater, holding a key card; with the label 'getting ready for work'. 4pm shows a 90s era computer being used by the aforementioned creature, the computer has a 'library help' sign on it; with the label 'desk shift'. 5pm shows a close up of the screen of the computer with lines going across it implying text; with the label 'reading on desk'. 6pm shows a water cooler with the label 'on break'. 7pm shows a 3d printer with the label 'fixing 3d printer'. 8pm shows a bookshelf with the label 'closing up the library'. 9pm shows a tv on a tv stand with the label 'watching tv with rooommates'. 10pm shows a cat tree with a cat sitting at the top with the label 'observing the cat'. 11pm shows a comforter and a stuffed bunny with the label 'sleeping'.

I did one of those "hourlies" yesterday. Fully descriptive alt text provided.

2025-01-27

A train system map for the fictional country of Ferrestol.

First pass at a fictional transit map for a country in one of my OC universes/stories.

2025-01-22

Four sketches of a person with cat ears, demonstrating their outfit from the first through fourth days of January. First: Unzipped hoodie over a t-shirt. Second: V-neck sweater over button up with a bag slung across the torso; The bottom of the button-up is visible below the sweater. Third: V-neck sweater over a button up with a lanyard sticking out of a pant pocket, and a keycard hanging from the neckline rather than a bag slung; A little bit of the button up is visible beneat the sweater. Fourth: Zipped hoodie over a t-shirt; The hoodie has a turtle-neck like height near the neck.

Four sketches of a person with cat ears, demonstrating their outfit from the fifth through eighth days of January. Fifth: V-neck sweater over a button up. Sixth: Hoodie with large strings and a pleated skirt over baggy pants with a purse slung across the torso. Seventh: V-neck sweater over a button up, with keycard looped around the neckline and a lanyard sticking out of a pant pocket. Eighth: Zipless hoodie with large front pockets; a tail is shown curling off to the side.

I sketched my outfit every day for the first week+1 of January. Lots of work clothes with the occasional fun outfit. Alt-text contains detailed descriptions.

Currently reading through a 2002 Flash & Fireworks handbook, which has given me some web/image optimization ideas. Photos exported from Macromedia Fireworks MX 2004 with the "JPEG - Smaller File" setting.

2025-01-13

Hello, 2025! I made bread.

Other than that, I'm only slightly revamping the layout of the site to better accomodate adding non-tumblelog pages. I want to embrace the freedom of the website format and get a little silly with it.

2024-10-014

A sketch of a Band-Tailed Pigeon.

2024-10-07

A sketch of a Cardinal (bird). It has long feathers forming a sort of tuft at the top of its head. Its grey wings contrast with the red body, and it has dark feathers around its eyes and beak. It is sitting on a hook in a berry garden.

A sketch of a cardinal. I streamed this piece, so it'll be neat to watch it back and maybe learn from my mistakes.

2024-09-30 originally on cohost

A digital sketch of Cohost's mascot, Eggbug, with a slightly rough brush.

An eggbug sketch as we sail off into the sunset.

Drawn in Macromedia Flash MX, mid-processed with a brush engine I've been working on, then re-imported back into Flash MX for coloring. Exported to SVG!

2024-09-29

I imported two more bird sketches from my tumblr to fill out the content here, backdated to their original posting date. I added the missing alt text descriptions for my images as well.

The pen for my normal drawing tablet is not working at the moment, so I'm going to continue experimenting with using an iPad as a cintiq alternative. The screen resolution over SideCar is so small!

In other news, I've figured out how to combine my retro computing hobby with my art hobby: Macromedia Flash MX, from 2002, running on Windows 2000. I don't usually do lineart, but this is a way to get me practicing with it.

A rough sketch of a chibi-style girl gesturing to some text which reads: 'Hi! This is a digital sketch done in Macromedia Flash!'. The program window is visible framing the image.

2024-09-12

A rough sketch of a Common Raven. It is looking to the side, showcasing its narrow head compared to the comparatively thick and long beak. One wing is raised slightly as if it has just landed or is about to take off.

Testing out pixquare.

(Reference came from the public domain NCTC Image Library at USFWS.)

2024-09-02 originally on cohost

Yay another bird sketch!

A sketch of a Black Billed Magpie. It is looking off to the side, standing on a wooden post. It has blue and grey accent colors on its wings, and a fluffy chest.

(Reference came from the public domain NCTC Image Library at USFWS.)

2024-07-12 originally on cohost

A sketch of an Altamira Oriole. It is clinging to some short branches near the top of a tree. Its body is a nice orange while its wings are dark with white stripes.

I've been doing ~~daily~~ every other day bird sketches and dumping them on tumblr. I figured I might as well start putting them up here as well. Here's day five, the Altamira Oriole.

Reference material sourced from the public domain NCTC Image Library at USFWS.

2024-07-05 originally on tumblr

A sketch of an Acorn Woodpecker. It appears to be in flight, wings spread wide open as it looks offscreen. It is a darker color, with lighter splotches on its wings. It looks like it has a hat because the top of its head is red.

Today's bird is the Acorn Woodpecker.

2024-07-04 originally on tumblr

A sketch of an Acadian Flycatcher. It is standing on a branch, head turned such that it is looking towards its tail. It looks like a small bird, with striped wings and a fluffy brighter colored chest.

Today I sketched an Acadian Flycatcher.

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