I've Been Drawing A Lot Lately.

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!

BEHOLD

THE BOY

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

Heyyyy I haven't posted in quite some time haven't I? Well, I have been drawing a bit and writing a lot, I might also resume the Choose your own adventure series!

I finally drew my sona a bit, plus some small sketches I drew on paper! Enjoy! ^^

OZ [sona]

"Good point, let me wite that down so I don't forget."

(They will still forget)

Sketch

Sketches on paper:

(I am very sorry for my handwriting)

"This seems like a problem for a serious person!"

"One second!"

*changing glasses*

"Hmmm"

"Nah, I still have no clue :/"

[I'll digitalise this one soon)

*pats roof of william*

"This bad boy can fit so much Trauma!"

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Ref sheet for some of my OCs will be done if have the motivation to!

Bonus:

"Les buan!" (Pointing at my lesbian character who I still haven't figured the design of just yet)

(The word les buan was my phone auto correcting me misspelling "lesbian" and I thought it was kinda funny so I drew it)

Mini Neil!

Just a tiny sketch! Might redraw it digitally soon!

SO since I felt like it, and you guys clearly seemed to like him... have a portrait of my countdown Narrator!

As previous, there will be a pose reffrence below..

"Now I present to you:

Countdown Narrator! (He was kind enough to allow a portrait)"

"Hello there~"

"What is it that you called me here for?"

" Just.... stay seated, please. "

"All right, however, I do have to ask. What is that behind me?"

"....fire? Explosion? I'm not sure actually. It's just meant to bring some contrast into the picture"

"..allright...well, hurry up then. It's getting warm in here."

"👍"

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Pose reffrence on Pinterest

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YALL LIKED THE SILLY LITTLE MAN

SO I MADE MORE

Enjoy!!

(All of these are part if Neil and will be introduced later)

(We also have a hatebug, lovebug, and sadbug in there!)

I have no idea what posessed me to do this but

I drew some of my OCs into this random renaissance painting I found on the Internet.

I'll share some information about the painting below!

Here, we see Neil and his daughter Claire. I tried to adjust Neil's face to the colours of the room, but it was so difficult! Not to mention, the dude HAD A BEARD I had to somehow get rid of.

I'm kind of proud of how Claire truend out, and I also like Neil's hair, but his face? Eh. If anyone has advice on how to fix it, please let me know!

Original painting below!

The artist is apernelty called Tostislav Ivanovich Felizen and is not very well known as far as I can tell? Not even Wikipedia of all placed had ANY articles about it. And the only other info I could find thst he has been born and also died in Russia.

Being born in 1830 and dying at around 1904, not being very known, other than I believe for 2 or 3 paintings. All are in a similar style.

This painting is often referred to as:

Young lady with older gentleman at a table.

Which sounds to me like a description rather than a real name. So I believe none was given.

If anyone else finds more info about this artist, please let me know! While his work isn't my absolute favourite, I find the style he has highlights and lighting fascinating, and it served as a good challenge for my skills. Especially the tone of the whole room!

"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.

My Characters and AUs for TSP!

(Its a long list so-)

The gatherer AU:

Originally this was named differently, lost AI Au I think? But I think this fits much better!

◇ Neil [and all of his inner personalities: Chase, Scott, Ozil, Liel, Luth, Crash, Null] (the Narrators)

Neil's children:

◇ Claire (the Curator)

◇ Tk (the time keeper. Seen in my Coliseum posts)

◇ Marshall

◇ Blue

◇ Thomas (fallen human/the protagonist)

◇ Terry (Cat shaped Adventure Line)

The Swap AU:

◇ Neil/Nolan: former Narrator. Victim

◇ Tom: former protagonist. Fallen Human. Victim.

The mask: Parasite

The Godly Au:

Lien (the father. The Narrator. The keeper.) (Said like "Lee-n")

His kids: (at least a few of them)

William, Claire, Truce, Marshall. And MANY more.

(He will also adopt YOU if you'd like that)

The Starsmith: Spec

Buckets and Plants Au:

◇ Conrad (the Narrator)

◇ Bruce (The Stanley)

(They're gay your honor)

The Tea AU:

Nothing special yet so I will add more "characters development" at some point.

◇ Robert (The Narrator)

◇ ■■■■ (the Curator)

◇ ■■■■ (Mariella

◇ Stanley (Stanley :])

◇ ■■■■ (The settings person)

The Host Au/Arc:

(This one's a big one guys)

The Doctor: Dr.S

The assistant: Saul

The subjects:

Host A: Caden (Narrator) or Felix

Host B: Kelvin (Narrator)

Host C: Buer or Neve (Genderbend Narrator)

(These 3 are all versions of each other from other AUs but due to...circumstances, they're the same AU now.)

Subject Ci: Cindy (The Curators remains), a child.

Subject R: Ruru (The Narratoes Remains)

Subject Ca: Carlson C. Jesse. (The Time keepers Remains)

The mass: ■■■■■■■■

The Host Victims:

- Henry: A Narrator

- Henry's Stanley -> lives on as Jimley, Henry's son.

- James: A Narrator, now leader of a Rebellion.

- Stan: The remains of a Stanley. A child. Adopted by James.

- Keith and Asher: Rescued victims. Rescued by ■■■■■■

And many more.

- Cury Culair: A Curator

- Blue (Neil's son as mentioned above)

The Sequal AU:

- Becka: The Blind Narrator

- Mariella: The Seeking Protagonist

The Loop AU:

- Seán: The Fallen

Non TSP:

☆ Chris: The Prince of Stars

☆ Lewis: The vessel

☆ Snake: The Demon

☆ Darkness and Shade: The foes

☆ Scholar: The father

Ollazal: My favourite DND charcater

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