Here's some progress on my little retro 60's/70's set up! The last sofa I made was a Chesterfield on, so thought I'd give a "regular" style one ago! I'm really starting to love this! But do I make it grungy and Abandoned? 🤷‍♀️🏚️🏚️ . . . . . . #retro #retrofurniture #retrominiature #miniatureartist #miniatures #miniaturist #dollhouse #dollhousefurniture #dollhouseminiatures #interiors #interiordesign #mini #modelmaking #scenery #diorama #dioramacreators #dioramaartist #art #scalemodels #boxroom #scratchbuild #vintagestyle #vintage #sofa #retrostyle #abandonedminiatures #abandoned #urbex (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdODOIIMGed/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Can you imagine, the weight of a world, Placed on your shoulders, trapped in this world. And no-one can reach you, So no-one can help you...

DOCTOR: Cosy! O: You mean messy. DOCTOR: You're right, I do. Didn't realise you were this much of a hoarder. GRAHAM: What is all this stuff?

SARAH: Nick, why have you got all those names on the shelves? NICK: They're just ex-girlfriends. SARAH: They're what? NICK: Oh, this is where I keep stuff for women I've split up with. You know, just in case they ever ask for it back. I don't want it in my eyeline, you know, at home. I have a very small flat. They said it's a flat, but it's more of a boxroom with a door and a toilet, With like a kitchenette on top of a toilet. YASMIN: You have a lot of ex-girlfriends. They're alive still, aren't they?

Mx Eira, hello again! I was wondering if you had any references for the general appearance of The Impossible House. I know it shifts and shivers and as such is hard to nail down, so I understand if a reference isn't quite possible. Thank you always for your hard work on the show, much light and love for you in the coming season three as well as the new year! - the ghost librarian

Interesting question!! I don't exactly have a reference for it. The house it once was is a very plain and boring small detatched house/cottage. If you look up Dyserth, North Wales, you'll get a few examples of what it's like. It's a three bed, with two decently sized bedrooms and a boxroom. Downstairs is the living room, kitchen/diner and Madame Marie's office. It's little but not tiny, and the layout is loosely based on the house my parents rented in Dyserth when I was very small. When it moves and changes, from the outisde, the edges become indistinct, like you're looking through a thin sheet of plastic. Inside, hallways lengthen and stretch, stuff folds back on itself, new rooms appear and existing rooms repeat, and the whole thing is rocking, like a ship at sea.

I know this is not quite what you asked for but I hope it is useful regardless!!

-- Eira xx

I'm finally posting my Boxrooms Eclipse drawing!

This took me about four days (minus the procrastination) to finish.

I turned out really well in the end and i'm proud, I might do him in color for shits and giggles.

This is an AU me and some friends came up with for the Sun and Moon show.

I will answer questions if there are any :)

what did the upp do in their downtime away from mystery stuff? did they usually chill in someone's house, did they have some other place that was theirs, a typical hangout spot? was there even much to do in deadwood?

THEY HAD A SPOT!!!! its in one if the fucs they had this like. pretty much abadnoned playground that theyd chill at because it had some picnic tables that werent too fucked up so they hung out there whenever it wasnt raining. if it Was raining... theyd probably hang out in like. maybe mary or daras house? abbys parents didnt super approve of her hanging out with them and williams house Totally doesnt have space since he sleeps in a fucking boxroom and cory. is cory.

there is NOTHING to do in deadwood. theyd take trips out of the town mayyybe twice a year? i dont knoe ehat city is closest but its definitely not a super big one but it has like. a little mall that they just walk around in fir hours. maybe a park. etc etc. typical things you do in a small shitty ass city before getting the bus home.

in their downtime though they literally just Chilled :p sometimes theyd play party games like fucking. guitar hero or uno (mary and dara DESTROY at guitar hero). or just the regular sittin around qnd chatting, theorising about what could be up with the woods, that shit

⚠️work in progress short story, intro only, very incomplete lmao⚠️

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There was a doll in the storeroom and it looked exactly like me.

I stared at it, it stared back, and I thought, This is way too much work for three in the morning, yeah?

To which my cramped-up neck and quicksand of a back from several years of refusing to cave in to True Relief! 15% off for a double-wing ortho-lumbar back support to save the wreckage called your spine today! adverts vehemently said, yes.

So I took one final look at my doppelganger in miniature, dropped the broom I had barely but—probably—desperately needed to use on my trashbin house, and proceeded to stop, drop, and roll back to bed.

Eh, I’ll deal with it in the morning, I decided.

I did not deal with it in the morning. Or any other time of day for the next month. I continued to barely scrape through my admin job down the road—as a professional job hopper, I was probably set to enter every industry humanity had to offer at least once; only marine and law left—and continued to drive my boxroom flat further into shambles.

Which was. Not great. I definitely should not be doing that.

In a ranking of 1 to 10, it most definitely lay in the pit of a 1.

Time skipped along anyway.

When my friends call, I wait till the ring runs out. When they text, I leave their messages unread. When I eat, I don’t ask the delivery man to sit down and split the meal with me.

Halfway through another month—when did that happen, how was winter already here, what happened to the heat of summer?—my parents finally had enough and called my friend who called his girlfriend who called my colleague who called me, just to ask what happened and where have you been and do you need anything?

I didn’t know how to answer them. Nothing happened, I said. Work’s been hectic, is all. I’ll come back for Gramma’s birthday, I promise.

Nothing happened. I’m just tired.

I’m just tired.

Do you plan on returning to your podcast at any point? You have such a lovely, relaxing voice.

Hello, that’s very kind of you. I really want to! But my friend, who did all the sound production/had all the equipment has moved to Australia 😂. Maybe I’ll get a mic at some point and get back on it.

Not sure what I would talk about! Maybe about my further spiritual journey? A lot has changed since 2020 anyway! And I don’t even live in the Boxroom anymore 😂

It’s a definitely maybe 💕

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//thinking abt sa's insomnia is yes v funny wrt raw cryptid potential but also just :')

modern aus and she either has shittiest boxroom apartment bc she ONLY uses it to like . eat or change or clean or (least of all) sleep and v much does not use her living spaces to live

or she Technically still lives w sarah (and shida) but is extra cryptid abt her behaviors to keep them from at all approaching getting caught in spn hunting crossfire

(this also means if you ask her around a lot and/or she at all plays guard duty or the like for you shes 1000% spending more time at your place than her own. Its Fine Probably)

Scene Assembly 1hr-1obj from this morning Layout + Renders: me FOOD SCANS BY:        EGFoodScans PLANT MODEL BY:        Boxroom 3D

(Another day melts in the acid rain) I don’t know what else I can say or do, that is just going to rip the fucking drumskin, make it singe my reddened hands like a whip, as I’ve kept banging on it, palm smelling of PE boxroom ironbar oxygen rust Dang, dang, dang, Oh dare I? What prisoner of this reluctance There must be something I can say to press the very last of it out, with my fingers, press the last bits of the lemon flesh, the sake well-seared, yet bloody on the inside. What more can I say? Everything might well be said already, everything long thought of, or just now, it’s turning and turning like a bauble what lies about under the sun, what point is there to go and seek anything? I keep smashing the drum, I’m not sure that I can keep my fingers. If I don’t feel the force of its whiplash, how can I ever thing myself capable of shattering it?

"I wanna know if there's a path worth taking! Should I question every move I make? With all I've lost, my heart is breaking! I don't wanna make the same mistake."

(x)

NICK: Oh, this is where I keep stuff for women I've split up with. You know, just in case they ever ask for it back. I don't want it in my eyeline, you know, at home. I have a very small flat. They said it's a flat, but it's more of a boxroom with a door and a toilet, With like a kitchenette on top of a toilet. 

so what youre saying is,,,,,,your tiny flat,,,,,,is not bigger on the inside?

Oh very odd dream

I was at my dad's old house, and for some reason there was an indie band practicing in my tiny boxroom bedroom and they asked me to be their brass section?? Like trumpets?? And I heard a bit of their stuff and said yes but I'll have to send you an audio file cs my instrument's at home (I don't have an instrument, I'm not a musician, but in the dream I remembered having,,, I'm not sure it was a trumpet, but smth like that) and it'll be slow-going cs I don't read music I have to transpose it into letters and learn from that (true)

Then someone who'd recorded her vocal bits left, and a tiny pig ran up the stairs and jumped on my bed for scratchies/fuss and one of the band people was like did you know your dad was keeping pigs again? And I was like, I remember him keeping some when I was very small (true in dream, not irl - tho his great-grandfather did, in the 1920s, I know that) but I didn't know at the moment

Then I snuck downstairs and fixed up the kitchen, put the dishes away and made sure no drinks could spill, and the living room was dark but I knew my stepmum was there and if I was loud she'd make some comment at me, but I took a sweet from the pot anyway and idk if she heard me but she didn't say anything as I went back upstairs

Something about bottle-feeding a lamb, and "Mary had a little lamb, it's coat was white as snow", and the counterpart, somehow being "Mary had a little lamb, it's coat was black as coal", and where was that one

And then I woke up, boiling hot with a headache cs I fell asleep still in my dressing gown, and that song that goes "Waterloo sunset" in my head

So...

Me and some of my friends on Discord made a joke about

"Oh, what if Sun and Moon show Eclipse was in the backrooms?"

Then someone else said,

"THE BOXROOMS!"

witch is the backrooms filled with boxes.

I have devoted myself to this now and all the drawings i have of this.

I also have an ask and dare boxrooms Eclipse,so yeah.