@bucketfullofstrawberries Edgar Please!!! 🙏

Thanks for the Glasses >:]

(Yes I had this stashed away in my gallery)

(Left: my sona Oz, middle: Ulsia's Narry, Right My Narrator (Neil))

Just something silly I made after @foxi-gi asked me to give my Narry's glasses to her sona.

Here a version without text

I just realised I forgot to submit my design-

Anyways, go show this some love!!! There's so many good designs shown >:D

Speaking of "If you want to help revive The Stanley Parable tumblr scene, go do something about it"...

So uhh... yeah. Drop your Timekeepers/Settings People/Employee 432s in the reblogs if you want me- I mean Atlas to pit them up against each other in the polls!

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Thanks

(Clarification: no, I did not forget the hat. The two circles between the eyes are the hat from above! I should have shaded it probably pwq)

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

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 ^^

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)

"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.

Okay! So! 50% of all voters (of like...5 people (yes, I know it's tecnicaly 6 but only because I dropped my phone on voted on accident)) voted for the comic to be released first!

And if I did the math correctly (which I most likely didn't), nearly an equal amount of people wanted me to release the fanfiction!

So, what if I tried to do both somehow?

What do you think? If any of you have ideas, how I could do it, in a way you'd like to see, please let me know!

I'll write a teaser soon, so you all get to see what a chapter would look like.

Thank you for everyone who voted!

I will post the teased at drawing very soon! And I'm already working on the Comic ^^

Have an amazing day!

Cw: TK being sliced in half (they're fine, just need to regenerate)

TK getting sliced during the even waaa. It was so much fun but I guess even blobs get killed sometimes-

Thank you to everyone who let me steal borrow their characters for cameos!

Cameos, honourable mentions and extras below!

(Sorry for the pixilated images. Might switch them out later!)

Thank you, @ulsia333 , for letting me steal Narry and Stanley! (And providing me a sketch!!) The sketch was very helpful (I can't get the shapes right for some reason), and the colouring of narry was fun!

(Next to Stanley is my boy Neil. Horrified because TK is his Son/Daughter)

Thank you @miezmiau-animations for Beetley, the beauty!

She was super fun to draw, even though it posed a great challenge!

Also, a rare cameo of my curator, Claire. hehehehhe

The aftermath:

Scooped up into a bucket!

They will be fine soon but Neil now has to carry them around all the time.

My sonaa reaction because yes.

(This is actually kinda how I looked because I was drawing for about 12 hours in order not to miss the deadline. If my sona had arms, I would have drawn them in a cast because OH BOY.)

This was the original sketch for this pose