~ Dew kissed grapes ~ Naturally you would help your girlfriend out when she wants to try and come up with some new wardrobe ideas for her stage act :D And yes, I am very much using the robe inspired by THIS magnificent piece of art! Just wanna imagine so much tenderness between these two T3T

~ Soft as sunlight ~ Sometimes you just need to draw two gals sharing a tender kiss. They deserve some softness.

~ Heat of the fingertips piercing the soul ~ Okay, here we go, things get spicy between the boys! I can not help it: I love writing these two messy men trying to work out their feelings with every encounter!

~ Smoosh ~ These two disasters can not kiss in a normal manner. Just 100 % sloppy passion!

~ Reunited ~ Full picture that served as vignette for my latest fic! Letting the Eilander siblings reunited again and get to hug each other because they deserve it!

~ Brought back by the high tide ~ Returning with more Eilander siblings feels! Letting them reunite and hug it out as they deserve!

~ Serenaded by a rabbit ~ Thanks to this beautiful song by PBG, here is a return of shitpost drawings! David is a very nice man, he knows just how to sing to make someone's heart grow weak! Not portrayed: Dale promptly yeeting him out the window.

~ Forgetting is just forgetting... ~ I am a very simple man: I adore American Mcgee's Alice (and Madness Returns) and have been replaying it recently and just, so many quotes really vibed with the Rusty Lake characters! So take this elaborate piece on forgetting, be it not being able to have someone forgive your own actions. Or perhaps you're the one who can not forgive or forget yourself... Collaboration piece with @nattravn-art! Thanks for your adding of all the pazzazzs for this work of art T3T

~ Through a fog fuelled by forgetfulness ~ Eilander siblings feels! Eilander siblings being worried and scared and trying to comfort one another! Trying so hard!

~ A familiar face ~ Been wanting to put my own interpretation of older Elizabeth down to paper and finally got around to do so. Personally headcanon that she wears wigs for her performances and while extravagant on stage she likes to have a more "homely" look when she's not in her role as the blue lady. A good way to keep her private and professional life separated. Also wanted to, first of all, draw the best girl actually smiling for once, we need more smiling Lizzy T3T. But of course also needed to add the second portrait for more angsty headcanons: I imagine that she has "episodes". They happen either close before or after one of the loops. Most of the time she becomes vacant, thousand yard stare, only making occasional noises. But she also has louder outbursts, usually alone in her home, shouting about things that no one else see and crying out names of people that no one around her seems to know. Slowly shaping the eepy girl with fics and art and I love it <3

~ The little sailor ~ Behold, my masterpiece! This is a glass båt (ice cream boat) and it is being steered by the most handsome sailor that ever sailed Rusty Lake. Me and @nattravn-stuff keep an inside joke in our shaping of our Rusty Lake fics that Dale sooner or later gets to hear about "the frogs" that David has fit in his mouth and brings it up whenever he can. And since David likes to eat sweet stuff and most certainly would steal as much ice cream that he ever could from Dale, why not bring up how they should put a frog on top so that David feel like it's a good old home cooked recipe :D

~ Beauty in Blue ~ The return of the well loved meme! I got ideas, I got them brewing in my head, I got plans for these ladies but please have some art along the way :D

~ Heat of the moment ~ This is tied to a fic idea that I will get to in the far, far future but I wanted to draw this so bad and make a fake newspaper article! :D Sometimes you just have to smoosh the handsome detective that saved your blind sister from the stage when everyone else forgot about her :D And yes: This photo ends up plastered in the lunch room around Dale's office! :D (Pose based on V-J Day in Time Square photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt).

~ Bake with love ~ I return, with even more Vanderboom cousins trying so hard to do normal family things! Like baking cakes! :D

~ No such thing as Paradise ~ Okay here we go, some good old angsty stuff! I had two versions of this but this was the one I decided to go with! My brain has suffered and so I shall share it with you all!

~ Slow dance ~ Indulgent artpiece for my melancholy soul! Inspired by the song: Vår sista dans! Explanation of the song choice/text under read more for those of you who want a deep dive :D

So here is my rambling about the song that inspired this piece and I shall share with you all the lore of this really old Swedish song. The song is called “Vår sista dans” which translates into “Our last dance”. It's from the genre that in Sweden is called “dansband” but could most certainly be called a ballad of sort. From my limited knowledge (bestowed upon me by both my curiosity and grandparents) these sort of songs would play before the establishment was supposed to close for the night. A slow, intimate song for all the couples in the audience. This song is however rather “modern”, measured in how long this genre was around. The song's protagonist sings about how this is their last dance with their significant other. There are a few lines which alludes to the fact that some promises has been broken and that the winds of destiny have changed. Still the entire song is them begging the person they love to still hold them, to give it one more chance and to remember that they were their loved one (the word used is “kära” which is an old fashioned way to refer to a significant other). Some lines really stuck with me for this piece and I'll allow myself to share those: “Så håll mig hårt är allt jag ber dig, som ingen annan fanns.” “So hold me tight, that's all I'm asking for, as if no one else existed.” “När musiken dör ut och dansgolvet töms ska jag stå. Ensam kvar, det är slut. Förkrossad ska jag se dig gå.” “When the music dies out and the dance floor empties there I'll stand. All alone, this is the end, With heartbreak I'll watch you leave.”

All of this just resonates with me, as the never ending sentimentalist I am and with all my headcanons about two broken people trying to grasp what “normality” they can ever get. Of trying to have just one dance, not weighed down by all of the events that have and will transpire.

If you read this all: thank you, for listening to me ramble about old Swedish songs from my childhood! :D

~ The strings of the soul wound so tight ~ Returning with some more writing, letting David have some much needed introspective time.