New Plant Terrarium In An Old Aquarium Is Finally Done!

Hi! This is my first post, I wasn't sure what do share so I'll just share a picture of a tiny terrarium in a jar that I made the other day.

A worn called greg lives in this jar as well, but I'm not sure if it will survive since j may or may not have accedentally damaged it when digging it up.

Sketches, sneak peaks, and art coming soon!

I don't think mine is very accurate to be honest

Thank you for tagging me! (Idk who to tag so uhhh)

@ulsia333 /you don't have to if you don't want to of course-

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"Are ya cold Lad?"

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Idk why I made this but I hope you like it!

(Its really old)

For everyone who found their way here via a link:

[Tw: Includes swearing and hints at suicide]

The winds are cold, and in the morning, it howls past the walls of the lighthouse, with small droplets of salt water and rain pitter pattering against the fogged up windows of my kitchen.

Once again, I drink my tea, black with a swig of Rum in it to spice things up... for the 50th time in a row.

It wasn't tastes. It wasn't nice, but I had run out of sugar a while ago. And getting any now was pointless and, quite frankly, a waste of time I didn't have.

I finished my coffee, ate a tuna sandwich, and put on the clothes left scattered around the house where I hadn't put them, making my way down town to buy some ingredients for my stew. Of course, with ham, potatoes, and other veggies. Maybe some melted cheese to give it a bit of extra taste.

This stew had been a special meal... Had. Instead, it had become a chore, and even though I dragged myself to my car all the same and the motor once again needed exactly 3 turns of the key to start, it never became easier.

The drive was exactly 20 minutes. And on the way, I barely managed to swerve aside to not hit an animal on the road. I knew it was there, but for some reason, i was always surprised by it notherless.

Tired eyes on the surrounding areas, as I parked the old and rusty truck in front of a convenience store.

Or rather in inconvenience store, as one door always broke right as I enter.

I grab the items I want, smacking the exact amount of money needed on the counter, grumbling about how I won't need a receipt, before leaving the store, ignoring the group of women who had been trying to reach out to me every single day.

"No. I'm not interested in talking to yer scrummy arse." I yell back as the women begin to hiss back insults, but I drive off before they can continue.

It was always a small town, and a few years ago, I would have actually cared about their opinion... but now I don't anymore. It didn't matter if I was polite or impolite anyway... They wouldn't remember.

During the noon, I cut the veggies, blending some after a brief cooking with the molten cheese before letting it simmer with the meat and slowly adding different ingredients and broths to the stew. In the late noon, I go outside, with the stew on low,staring at the Sea solemnly.

"I see a storm comin." I'd say, even though my behaviour today refuses me any person to tell this to. And I'll continue watching the sea for around an hour more. Not moving. Not caring about the cold. It's not like it mattered much...

After which, I'd hurry inside, believing my stew to be overcooked, or burning, or whatever I thought it did.

It didn't, though. It was perfect. As always. Having a meal every single day caused you to do that, even unintentionally sometimes.

I sit back and eat my stew. Or I just stare at it. It's either of the two.

Today was supposed to be my birthday.

Today was supposed to be a feast for my friends, who never showed up. And yesterday was supposed to be my birthday as well. And the day before that. But no matter who I talked to that day, no matter what I did, in no version, anyone showed up.

It never mattered.

My spoon clattered against the bowl and I stare at it tiredly.

I couldn't do this anymore. I just can't take it anymore. Every day..

I look over at the boat rope, laying curled up on the Chair I had left it months ago, before this all started...

Maybe trying it again would work... maybe I'd be free.

ayo, I looked through your blog and it's pretty cool! Love your drawings and how you do colors (there's room for improvements, but I believe that will come with time!) have a nice day!

Hello, and thank you for being the first to use "ask a question" on my blog!

Thank you so much for the feedback! They are mainly practice drawings for a few new techniquez I found out about a while ago.

I'm glad you enjoy my drawings as much as I do ^^

(Idk why I made this, so have fun with it :])

Also, I hope you too have a nice day ^^

AWWWW HE TURNED OUT SO WELL!!!??

Thank you so much!!! It's so wonderful!

Neil would love this so much omg.

(And I like his hair too >:] it went through a lot of changes already, maybe I should show those at some point)

Anyhow, thank you again! This is great!

I'm sorry the hatching was way too rushed, I have to have more patience with myself-

Anyway I drew @foxi-gi's Narrator! I like the hair a lot hehe ^^

Huh?? Tumblr are you ok???

BEHOLD

THE BOY

This is kind of a concept for a form of one of my new characters. Hehe

@bucketfullofstrawberries Edgar please!!! 🙏

Of course!!!

@bucketfullofstrawberries 's the munchkin!

Again the colors are slightly off but I tried my best!

And again, the glitter pens snuck in somehow. I really have to swatch this pen set better.

But honestly? More glitter for the Narrators! Especially a dazzling personality as Edgar >:]

Some of my favorite Neil expressions that I've drawn so far!

Enjoy this low effort edit I just made???

(Seriously. This took like 2 minutes at most)