Sea-of-honey-tea - Drowning In Good Vibes

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More pictures from the second night where I explored the abandoned retirement home. This time I went into the basement and even higher floors. There is still so much to explore, the place is huuuuge.

Took this picture in the garden (edited of course) Probably going to try to sketch it https://www.instagram.com/p/CfugLlhMCxl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Day 3 of learning of how to draw

Today i drew the guardians over the cupboard that look over me when i sleep

Again it took two days to finish

From archive: 2020_2021☣️

Pen draw on paper

frisk hat now available at your nearest under tale

[COMMS OPEN if interested]

Finally got my visual refs for the Wanderer's Jaws drawn up! My beloved mimic ship and her insatiable appetite for flesh and blood <3

Extra lore and visuals beneath the cut!

Intro to the Wanderer's lore is here. <3

The Wanderer is rather strange for a mimic; beyond her colossal size, her physical adaptations for a fully marine existence show evidence of the possible divergence of mimic subspecies specializing in unusual environments. Her close bond with (and refusal to eat) the people she considers her crew makes her even more of a mystery, though the secrecy with which she is shrouded is well earned. Few encounter the Wanderer and live to tell the tale, and those who do may find it in their best interest to keep such stories and speculations to themselves.

It's well known among her crew that the relationship they have with the mimic is a strange sort of symbiosis; her great size would be unsustainable without their assistance. They protect her from sickness and starvation, and she, in return, guards them from the elements and injury. The ships she sinks at their behest supply the material with which she builds her protective disguise, and the crews of those ships provide her with the nourishment needed to grow and heal from injuries.

Even so, the relationship goes beyond simple convenience. There is a bond shared between them all, an understanding. The Wanderer makes herself vulnerable to her crew, keeps them close beneath the carapace of her wooden hull. Within the sanctuary of her own body she guards them from harm, and cares for them as her own. The loyalty of the crew to their beloved vessel surpass that of most seafaring folks, and for good cause.

Any sailor can learn to love a ship, but it is a rare ship that has learned to love its sailors.

Man it's hard to realise how many corners of the internet you DON'T know

So many crevices that people are nostalgic about and I'm only finding out about