These Venus fly trap and piranha plant inspired plants are called Galarrs, which means screamer in Old Norse. They fit their names well for those who can hear. When a dangerous/strong creature is near the Galarrs they scream a very high pitch sound as a warning to other plants and animals that can hear. They can slowly travel with their roots either in groups or as loners. Their food source is other plants and bugs. Another distinctive feature is they can live out of the ground, just need to be fed consistently. My thought for creating them is that Cain uses them as a way to know who to add to his collection of unique beats. His guards mostly wears them in their suit pockets. They have been trained and particularly chosen. These are my first drawings of bringing them to life. Can't wait to improve.
Ma, there’s a weird fuckin cat outside
Sorry if I don’t post anything for a bit I’ve had like no motivation to draw lately it’s honestly very depressing lol
Instant besties ♥
TOTK - Eternal (part 2)
part 1 here
"Forgetmenot”🌸
Context: what if Alastor could see his mother again in Heaven, even if it was just a moment? I imagine her as an angel doe with forest kind of magic (yes, the flowers of her hair are Forgetmenot🥰)💕🦌🥹
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First drawing of Niffty. Waiting till I get the confidence to add some shading. Yes I just noticed I forgot the T in her name. My bad. 😂
Cursed cat Alastor is my new obsession
Just in case, they're talking about Leo's kraang alter ego. A few posts where I've been foreshadowing or showing him: Here, here and here.
A bit of Ana's lore and a little easter egg (i wonder if someone will notice)...
ALONE IN THE DARK:
By Hannah Blakely
All alone in the dark.
Is He there or is He not?
Is He here or gone?
Bruises and scars on her arms and heart.
Is she even worth a thought.
Crying alone in the dark,
Is her tears even enough?
Are her suffocating echos vibrant or loud enough.
Is she as valuable as a diamond in the rough.
Or as ugly as the sin in her heart.
Are her desires her own faults?
What she hears and sees she doesn't comprehend.
Is it the enemy or is it her Friend.
All alone in the dark
Is He there or is He not?
Is He here or gone?
Bruises and scares stain her arms and heart.
What's become of her she thought?
She's a mess, How could she be of worth?
Who would want this broken puzzle piece that's missing it's parts.
Alone in the dark she feels.
I'm not useful so let me not hinder you.
Believing in those words she secludes her soul.
Unpacking her bags in the dark where she thought alone,
Came this gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder.
Saying "oh my daughter why do you keep your tears from me?"
"Don't you remember I hold your tears close to me"
"I understand every tear that waters your face, knowing what you not say."
The daughter replies " But I am a burden that's lazy and sheep that has gone atray. I cry so much does that mean I'm not ok?"
In a comforting voice He replies
"Oh sweet child of mine. Life is hard and bitter sweet. I know. But keep your eyes on Me. The Truth. The Light. I will guide you through the valley of darkness. No your not perfect that one thing is true, but you have been saved because I died for you. I'd do it again without hesitation for you are the one I adore."
She cries even louder with flushed red cheeks and scrunched up face screaming out for the first time.
"But how? I still look down on my other brother's and sisters. I judge when I should not. I don't keep my promises and I loose my train of thoughts. At times I don't keep my composure to where it afflicts others. I repugnance at myself. I'm fake. A foney. How can I be a follower of someone so perfect as you?"
In a stern loving Father voice He says
"Your alone in the dark you say. A sheep that has gone astray. Have you forgotten my daughter for even that 99th sheep who's gone astray I seek. Your are precious to me. More than the birds that soar through the skies. For I have made you in my image you see. So precious to me that I wait to hear your voice. The snorts you make with laughter, your red rosie cheeks that light up, the caring blue in your eyes. Don't fight it and come to me. I've won the war that you so desperately keep fighting on your own. Lay it down at my feet. Lay it down and come to peace."
His daughter wipes her tears,
Collecting each one
Handed them over in a clear mason jar.
Her soul sang
Here my Lord, my Father, my King. I hear your voice. I come at your feet. Alone in the dark I once believed in. But seeing Your Light I can breath again.
These scars and stains are here to stay as a reminder of my journey through my Faith.
I will give you every tear when I have no words for I know you understand what I not say.
When I feel alone in the dark I will sing loud to remind me that I am not.
You've been here all along.
Waiting for me oh so patiently for your daughter to come to your arms.
Alone in the dark.
Is He there or is He not?
Alone in the dark.
Is He here or is He gone?
Looking to Him seeing the magnificent Light.
I know I'm not alone in the dark anymore.
Learing to embrace my true self with art & creativity,While wishing I could be a Dragon.
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