Okay! So! 50% Of All Voters (of Like...5 People (yes, I Know It's Tecnicaly 6 But Only Because I Dropped

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!

"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.

Since yall seemed to like TK so much: some concept art for all of you!

Also TK loaf

Some of your characters seem to be in need of a warm hug!

So, I made a base for one of my characters!

His name is Neil. He likes to adopt people, so feel free to draw him with your characters!

I made this base for anyone who would like to have Neil hug their character, but feel free to draw him however you want!

Neil loves giving out hugs!

And here's another with a very bad sketch above it for some inspo

Have fun guys!

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!)

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!