@weirdthingweee - Tumblr Blog

Hello, Tumblr! First of all, I must warn you all that English isn’t my first language (you might have already guessed that), so I hope you’ll forgive me for any mistakes. You can call me Thing or whatever you’d like to. I’m not picky.

Well, back to the important part. Here I’m going to post different things, that are more or less connected with my fictional world. This includes drawings, small pieces of writing, crafts…. Anything really.

A trinket.

#polymer clay flower in epoxy

People are fascinating. When I grow up, I wanna be a person.

White nights truly are magnificent 💚

#they bring the most pleasant of dreams with them #and make everything look so beautiful #even people grow softer and more gentle it seems

I had a dream. Sunlit Forest, with wind gently playing with the branches, weaving intricate and ever changing mosaics of light on the forest floor. The trees whisper to it, laughing and singing, letting wind stroke their emerald leaves and kiss their cool bark. It’s peaceful in there.

My legs carried me through those joyful woods, and soon Forest led me to a forgotten house. A big one, perhaps once it was a mansion of sorts, but as years went by, nature embraced it, letting the sacred decay take over. The house breathed with the Forest. The very same golden sunlight poured through its half-broken windows and walls, pooling down on the floors, more graceful than even the most fragile ornaments made by human hand.

Many amusing things were scattered around the house: old books, trinkets, adorable relics of precious century and entertaining choice of fabrics. All these objects accompanied another curious sight. Well-worn yet still cosy pieces of furniture here and there were occupied with mummified human bodies, all dressed up in vintage clothes. There seemed to be stuck in a pose of deep slumber, and did a splendid job at merging with their surroundings.

I loved that place. Even having the mummies around didn’t hinder the sense of pure freedom and peace that radiated from the abandoned house.

#dreams

Birdies.

#they watch.

My dog is officially scared of his own shadow…

All the kitties I ever drawn, each with their very own personality and backstory.

#digital art #kitties #malevolent the cat

The hunt.

#digital art #doodle #doodle series

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Where does the “I” start?

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Inner monologues give me headaches.

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Thunderstorms bring happiness with them, and yet the air feels stuffy. The hail today did not hurt any trees it seems. Poplar fluff paints the streets milky. White nights are growing out their tails with each passing day.