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someone I encountered in a dream, a former human that was radiating pure cruelty and malice. a complete lack of empathy. he commanded an army of hellish creatures in a grey wasteland and tried to have me assasinated in a clothing store. i then saw him walk through a labyrinthian complex flooded with shadows and light.
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Na-tit-tional Treasure
I woke up, shirtless, and realized I had no more tits. No top surgery scars either, just pecs. There was an extremely detailed, large tattoo of Nicolas Cage on my left mantit. It was vivid and terrifying.
(i don't do commissions) I made this,i named him Matthias and don't worry he's friendly :3
Art from my Sketch Club account
Isn't he nice :3
be fucking careful because it appears that vocaDB is infested by some sorts of ghouls
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i like nice stuff and fun stuff, not bad stuff hurting and mean stuff (volume warning) has me fucked up. have a doodle of my childhood oc pika
This popped back into my head recently. When I was in school for animation, I had an assignment. I forgot what it was. Likely something to do with blocking out shots of a scene or something. I think this took a week or two to put together.
Before I went on Testosterone, I could sing a little, and I think this might be the only proof of that. The song, lyrics, sound, and all, just popped into my head one day almost fully formed, and the animatic soon followed after. This character has no name, and even her story is a mystery to me. Themes of trickery and imprisonment are present, but by who and for why are still unclear.
I’m looking back at it now and wondering what a dark space my head must have been in to make something so foreboding. Seeing as a lot of this piece was crafted from a visceral, subconscious area, I could only assume my brain was desperately trying to tell me something. I’ll have to take another look at it and wince through the cringe to remember what it was. Thankfully, I’m in a much better place now.
