username: rabbit.tears
name: clover
pronouns: he/she
prompt:clover lives in a lovely open pond area, lined with an unusual amount of pink and white flowers. lily pads litter the water, providing a nice resting spot for creatures living there. the area, though open, is shielded by huge oak trees that surround the entire area, making it seem like the place was purposely hidden. frogs jet through the water, butterflies flitter about, and squirrels can be seen watching from the trees. occasionally, a deer or two passes through the area—it seems like the whole area is bursting with life. in the center of it all is a small island surrounded by water lilies floating along the pond, with a run-down cottage in the dead center. on the outside, vines drape down the sides of the building, with moss growing on the top. the door has some pretty looking windchimes, and some porcelain goobies stand next to the door, posing in a 'welcome in' position.
the inside of the cottage is no different from the outside. before clover actually found the cottage, it was abandoned. the inside's overrun with several plant species growing all over the place—vines grew in from the windows, and ivy broke through the wood on the ground. there were bright flowers that had made their home inside, some growing in the cracks in the walls, some bursting through the ground alongside the ivy. after he arrived, clover hadn't fixed the place up much; he liked the wild feel. it reminded him of where he grew up, taking him back to the small pond he once thrived in as a goo.
instead, he added some small touches here and there: some small potted plants he'd place at the broken window, a birdcage he'd fashioned from some of the wood lying around that he hung on the vines outside. he tore the old and rotting wallpaper, instead opting to cover the walls with vines and wild flowers. he'd taken the flowers from the lily pads and hung them in front of the building, making sure they were fixed in a way they wouldn't fall. he managed to climb the cottage and collect some of the moss, using it to make a sort of garden to plant certain plants and cleaning the roof a bit in the process. it took him awhile, but he even wittled a small statue of the gob, placing it in front of the door next to the porcelain goobies. using nature's resources, he made the place his own. though he didn't change much, he's still happy with it all.
wasn't in a writing or drawing mood so i hope this all is decent, apologies for grammer mistakes ;;