#my layers are a fucking mess

[umblrspectrum]

how familiar

#yea i got lazy and technically didnt shade all of her #bite me #i have unlocked so much raw power by not limiting myself to almost exclusively sharp edges #this looked a lot better in my head #i spent 4 hours on this god im tired #my layers are a fucking mess #maybe i shouldnt host all my drawings on the same file #art #artwork #murder drones #murder drones uzi #murder drones uzi solver #murder drones n #serial designation n #murder drones v #serial designation v #murder drones skig #!!!!!!!!!!! #god i fucking love skig so much #when is uzi allowed to say the fuck word

[kotdish]

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #sniperscout #speeding bullet #suggestive #my art #someone pointed out to me that blending modes mess up values and it suddenly all clicked to me #screwwwww blending modes correction layers are where it’s at #that scene in good omens season 2 episode 2 where fucking. Aziraphale puts his hand on crowley’s chest driving me mad #I had to do something similar I just had to

[valeffelees]

hey, what's up. 🖤

i hope october has been kind to y'all. i'm working on a few different things at the moment, as always, but for today: here is one half of a sketch i'm doing based on a fanfic i read yesterday afternoon. a small few of my mutuals (*cough* @youarenevertooold @rimeswithpurple *cough*) (y'all are so supportive) (🖤🖤🖤) have already seen this, or part of it n e way, so i wouldn't usually share it again for wipsday, but i dunno, i'm really proud of it.

thank you kindly to all the folks who continue to tag me every week, y'all are so real for that. 🖤

Tag, you're it! 🪄 @cutestkilla @raenestee @hushed-chorus @thewholelemon @larkral @artsyunderstudy @blackberrysummerblog @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @facewithoutheart @rimeswithpurple @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @nightimedreamersworld @shrekgogurt @prettygoododds @youarenevertooold @alexalexinii @fatalfangirl @cosmicalart (lmk if you wanna be +/-)

#lmfao sorry my sketch is a mess i draw with fifty fucking thousand guidelines but only used one layer 🪦🕊️ #wip wednesday #carry on #snowbaz #(simon is with us in spirit) #baz pitch

[rebelpeas]

guys. he wants you to vote for quackity

#game stuff #my art #i messed up a layer and fucked up my colors but im kinda obsessed with it

[jaynovz]

Luke Arnold did not put his entire psyche and pussy into John Silver to the detriment of his own health for yall to say Silver is a mastermind liar and not a fucking repressed bisexual MESS

#have you SEEN him? #fucking LOOK AT HIM?? #watch the actor act his performance is EXTREMELY layered of Man Desperately Trying to Suppress Weird and Big Emotions about Flint #especially in s2 check my woof woof tag the body language is VERY READABLE #but it doesn't GO AWAY in later seasons it just Shifts #black sails #john silver #he's trying to hide it but it peeks through a LOT #lemme find a post #listen just this Idea I've been seeing over and over that Silver is Always Performing and like... there's no genuine expression #or that he somehow has complete mastery of himself LMAO it just utterly discounts the Actual Text of the show #and the actor's performance #which is... SLOPPY BITCH TRYING REAL HARD TO PERFORM BUT IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE... A LOT #treating Silver like a narrative device can be fun and great but uhhh yall have bought into the legend you got tricked #he's literally just a fucking ptsd ridden mess 30 traumas/snakes in a trenchcoat #My Opinion About This Has Been Well Documented in Fic #but I guess I just lost my mind in the tags blaming this one on Etoile

[clandestinegardenias]

i look so fucking fly today walking around campus, if i'm not the hot queer weird professor of SOMEONE'S dreams what the hell am i even doing

#i don't post even vaguely identifiable pics of myself here cause getting doxxed is...not uncommon in my field #but trust me i look SMOKIN' today like...BE the hot weird queer professor of your OWN dreams!! #black skinny jeans big boots long flowing coat layers of knitwear side satchel pinned up messy hair ACTIVATE #lbr i probably look a mess BUT I FEEL HOT AS FUCK #academia

[sleepingscents]

Get shojo-ed idiot.

#trying smthn new #my art #Larent #Laurent Saint-Zachaire #dnd oc #dnd 5e #procreate #digital art #messing around w layers and doing. not painter-y #not happy w composition but ok w colours #Tho. did not think before starting again so #values kinda fucked. #i keep making monochromatic pale characters and it always bites me in the ass.

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Returning to disco Grimmer because I voluntarily submit myself to torture sometimes

#naoki urasawa's monster #wolfgang grimmer #disco au #my art #smoking cw #girl you do not wanna know how many layers are on this thing #it's a mess #and mostly because I'm never completely 100% on a certain thing I'm doing so I put it on a new layer to easily get rid of it #but also I suffer from only labels the first 7 layers disease so then I'm like hm what layer is that on. oh yeah they have no names. fuck #anyway sparkle on disco boy #as much as it was painful trying to render it was also fun lol #fun fact once it was 'done' I rerendered it like 20 times for the tiniest stupidest things. brother no one else is gonna see that

[aaaaaaaaagenloser]

(Tw: kinda transphobia? Use of it/its for a character who hasn’t declared what their pronouns are yet. Arguments over whether a character is a person or not; that ties into the pronoun thing here. Bonus points for descriptions of canon-typical gore yipeeee)

An update from after writing this: oh this. Got. This one got away from me?? I think I started this at 4 minutes past the hour. It is now 43 minutes past the hour. shitt.

Update; it is now 17 minutes after the NEXT hour. 26 minutes after th last update. I have seen god in the past hour and she shook in fear of both my power and audacity. I have lunch with my family scheduled in like 6 hours and I have not yet slept. This wasn’t meant to be as long as it is but I was possessed and this is the result. I may edit it and make it smoother later but I’ll make that a separate post, I want this sleep-deprived chunk of words to be here as like a monument to the fact that I could have been playing stardew valley during this time but I chose to do this instead

TLDR: long ass story ahead written by a sleep-deprived and hyperfixation-driven author. Who is now going the fuck to BED

“We can’t just keep it! What if it has a tracking device? It won’t let us fucking touch it so there’s no way of knowing it has one unless it leads them right to us!”

“Ok, I hear you but think. That hasn’t happened yet. It’s been about what, three days? and that hasn’t happened, and they haven’t been violent towards any of us at all. They haven’t tried to go back either, so there’s no risk of them telling or leading Showfall where we are.”

“Why do you keep calling it ‘they’?”

“Well they can’t be an “it” now can it? …wait.”

“Ok can we figure out the gender of the thing in the other room after we figure out if it’s a threat to us or not. It’s not even a fucking person, you remember what those things did to you back there, don’t you?”

“Those people were not themselves, they were just doing what he wanted them to do—“

“They’re not fucking people! Those things are all part of Showfall, just like Hetch was! It’s just waiting for the right time to turn us in, or pull some shit on one of us like they did before.”

“They weren’t… they weren’t in control.”

“Yeah like fuck they weren’t, I saw it fucking happen!”

“You can’t just… Ok. Sneeg. Stop. You don’t speak for me, the one who, oh I don’t know, was the one that shit happened to? They were being controlled just like us—“

“No, no, not like us. We were wandering around and not knowing what the fuck was happening. None of us knew what was happening. We just went along blindly. Those things—on purpose—dragged you to that stupid wall and sewed wires into your hands—“

“Shut up, Sneeg—“

“No you shut up! You didn’t see it fucking happen! I saw them and Bitchface literally hold you down until you passed out! They were fucking choking you, they fucking—they nearly fucking killed you with just their hands, that’s not a little suggestion in the back of your brain, that’s on purpose! That is fucking deliberate, that is a thing those machines chose to do! You don’t remember, you weren’t conscious when they fucking stapled you to the wall and strapped your head in—“

Sneeg glanced at Ranboo for a moment in-between pacing as he ranted, and the far away look in their sibling’s eyes shut them up immediately. Ranboo was still present, thank fuck, but they were looking at their brother like he was holding up a knife to their throat.

“Fuck, Ran, okay, okay—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… shit. Do you need Charlie?”

“You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

“…okay. Okay. I’m sorry. Do you need me to get Charlie?”

“No, I’m fucking fine.” It did not sound like he meant that at all. His voice was less steady than before. “I don’t want him to worry about our… hitchhiker. He’s worrying enough about… well, everything.”

“The fact that it’s here, so close to us is the reason I’m trying to get you to see, Ran. What if it turns on him? What if it does that shit to him when we aren’t there?”

“We will be there.”

“And when it tries anything, we can kill it?”

“Sneeg!”

“You wouldn’t kill it, even if it hurt our fucking brother?”

“Of course we wouldn’t keep them around if they did that, could we at least just… just leave it behind? …wait, no, they couldn’t take care of themselves. If we had to leave it behind, maybe we should…”

Silence lingered for a bit too long.

“We should what, Ran?”

“…Sneeg, I was about to say that killing it would be a mercy.” The Hero laughed. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

The Taken didn’t reply.

“We have to help them. I don’t… I don’t want to be on the other end of a mercy killing. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.”

“Okay. I’m—are you okay?”

“…m fine. It’s fine. Just. Can you stop acting like they’re any different from us? Please.”

“What do you want me to think then?” His voice was softer than it had been a few minutes before.

“Just assume that they… that they were someone. Just like we were before. And they didn’t… they didn’t do anything on their own, it was all Showfall.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s assume they were controlled, they didn’t mean to, so on and so forth. Why haven’t they talked yet.”

“I don’t think any of the drones even could talk. Wait, should we really be calling them a drone—“

“Shut the fuck up, Ranboo, we have got to figure out what to do with it. It probably doesn’t even know what is happening, what the fuck does it matter what we call it.”

“It matters to me! Do you want me to call you by your title? Do you want to call me by mine? …No? Then why are we treating them like all they are is what Showfall made them? We had lives before, we were someone, so they must have been too. They might not realize it, or… or act like it, but they used to be someone. They are a whole person, Sneeg. We have to help them, we can’t just leave them behind because that would mean we are giving up on someone just like us, and we cannot give up on each other. They… they would have hurt us by now if they were going to. And Showfall hasn’t found us since… you know, which means there aren’t any more trackers.

…okay, Sneeg?”

“…okay. If it,” he sighed at the look Ran gave them, “if they try anything, we have to leave them behind. I’m not letting a dumbass puppet be the reason we get taken back.”

“If they—ok, whatever, you’re not understanding. You can’t say one of us somehow wanted to be controlled, and they’re a ‘puppet’ but those rules don’t apply to the rest of us—“

“There is not an ‘us,’ Ran! That thing isn’t like us!”

“Guys?”

A sleepy voice shut the two of them up instantly. They had a split-second conversation with their eyes before looking to their brother. ‘We aren’t done talking about this’ ‘You’e absolutely right, so later?’ ‘Later.’ ‘We’re telling Charlie nothing happened?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Ok good plan.’

“Why are you two fighting? I’m tired, can we please go back to sleep?”

“We weren’t fighting, we were…”

“…talking about plans for tomorrow. And you can go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to be by myself.” Charlie looked at Sneeg pointedly, who sighed to Ranboo with a playfully annoyed expression.

“Well I guess I gotta go be a teddy bear again.”

“Have fun”

“Absolutely not.”

Charlie punched Sneeg in the shoulder lightly for that, who just giggled in response and led his little brother back to their room.

Which left Ran by themselves.

Some nights, he would join them, but some nights Charlie couldn’t stand to be anywhere near Ran, and the three of them had made a silent mutual agreement that Charlie trusted Sneeg more than he did Ranboo.

…Ranboo was okay with this. He wasn’t hurt by it. He didn’t cry on the nights he slept by himself.

He didn’t wish he could be the one Sneeg comforted sometimes. They were just fine.

They were fine, which is why they went to the living room where their… well. Their hitchhiker? They weren’t exactly a brother, or a sibling, more like a fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or a flyaway hair. Okay, maybe Ranboo needed to get tbr fuck to sleep, alone or not.

But he found himself in the living room, where their hitchhiker slept. Or, didn’t sleep, as they seemed to not need to. They would sit on the couch and stare idly at the tv. That was what had started the whole conversation with Sneeg in the first place; Ran wanted to leave some kind of entertainment for the fourth person so they wouldn’t be made to sit in the dark for hours. Sneeg took this remark as a perfect opportunity to explain all the reasons why the former drone should be abandoned, but Ranboo would have fucking none of it. Maybe the couch potato (shit, he really needed to come up with a name for them—) didn’t seem to sleep, barely ate, and stayed still unless actually verbally told to move, but they were still a person. Ranboo was sure of it.

Their hand wandered up to the fresh scabs where their mask had been. The fourth person had a mask, one that hadn’t been touched. Despite usually staying still, the person—(Ranboo thinks they might just call this person Couch for now. Maybe it’s not accurate, and they’re tired, but it’s something. C, for short.)

C would back away any time the others would try to get near them. And they did in fact try, but despite how creative or sneaky they got, C always ducked away. It reminded Ranboo of the drone who had followed them with a camera, always one step away and never letting the Hero get too close.

The mask turned to Ranboo, who stared back quietly. C hadn’t talked at all, so Ranboo didn’t expect them to suddenly start now. He wasn’t even sure if they understood what was said to them, but Ranboo wanted to try anyways. Better to be polite.

“Do you like the show that’s on? I think it’s called Lucy, or something. I don’t know, Sneeg said it was funny. And it didn’t seem, uh- scary or anything.”

The mask didn’t speak.

“If you want to change it, the remote’s right there, um, I showed you how to use it before. And there’s like, instructions drawn on there. You can thank Charlie for that one.”

…

“I think I’m going to head to bed.”

…

“Fuck it, can I stay here?”

The mask still didn’t speak, but the head hidden behind it tilted a bit at the sudden change in tone. Ranboo took this as an absolute win.

“So I just. I don’t want to be by myself. And I don’t think you sleep, I mean if you just sleep when everyone else is asleep that’s cool, but also if so how do you even? function? on that much sleep? It really isn’t that much but to be fair you don’t do much so maybe you don’t need it. …do you sleep sitting up? And just somehow wake up when we get close? I know, um. Sorry about that, again, we were just worried your mask had a tracker like mine used to.”

Ran laughed nervously. “I think I did convince them that it doesn’t, so that should stop now. If um. If we make you uncomfortable you still don’t have to be touched, it’s, it’s fine.”

Other than the head tilt before, there wasn’t a reply.

“Okay, since. You can’t talk, I’m just gonna… I’ll sit down beside you. On the couch. And if you don’t want me to be that close you can uh- you can leave. Or like, get up, and then I’ll leave. This is the only room with a tv, so I’ll let you stay here, but I can’t tell if you want me to be here or not, so. Okay, sorry, I’m rambling. Just… move if you want me to leave, okay?”

Ranboo waited for a response that didn’t come, then sighed. “Okay.” He kept his hands up and open while sitting down, waiting for a few moments before tucking his feet under himself to get more comfortable. “I’m just gonna stay here, okay? Like I said, just move if you want me to leave.”

The mask had tracked them to where they sat now, but the person—C—didn’t make a move to leave. Ranboo turned their attention to the tv, keeping an eye on their couch partner in their peripheral vision. During a moment of audience laughter in the show—I Love Lucy, they remembered—C turned their head back to the television as they had been before Ranboo walked in.

Seeing as how C (they needed a better name than that—) didn’t speak, this was the closest Ranboo could get to being told “you can stay here.” So they did. A few episodes later, his head was on the arm of the couch and his eyes were closed.

Five turned its attention to the Hero, who was now asleep. He had said it was a person, which was almost hilarious. And the Taken and the Hero seemed to think it couldn’t talk? They had to know it needed to be given permission first: any handler of a Drone or Prop knew that basic rule. It would wait until permission was given: it knew how to obey. It wasn’t meant to speak to a superior unless it was told it was allowed. It would wait.

…in the meantime, it studied its handler, the Hero. The other Actors, their two other handlers, called him ‘Ranboo’ but Five knew that wasn’t his actual label. The Hero was his character in the last show, and so that is who he was. Five didn’t know if Actors had a number, but he had been called the Hero in the script, and so the Hero he will be until the script changes.

It hoped to get new instructions, a new script for itself, something, soon. It was tired of simply watching the Actors go about their incredibly off-script show. It was sometimes told to participate, and since no other superiors were nearby, it had to obey its current handlers. But it was told to participate, to stir eggs, to help clean the kitchen, to attack small webs in corners with a stick with soft spikes on the end. Those sorts of things weren’t it’s usual directive, and so it found itself…

It didn’t resent its handlers. They were doing their best, and they at least knew that they were meant to give it orders. It simply wished they were familiar orders. It wished the Hero had told it to play dead, or play chase, or play camera, or caught, or prop. It would even listen if it was told to power down until needed. At least then it wouldn’t have to be conscious in this boring and unfamiliar set.

.

Y EA I know they probably don’t like tvs. Shhhhhh. I didn’t think about that until like. I had already written the tv part. At this moment it is 55 minutes past th hour and I want these characters to go the fuck to sleep so I can go thr fuck to sleep /lh

And yeah Five only uses “he” for glran. That is intentional. It’ll be talked about and shit later. Something about being put into a role, something about showfall being transphobic, something something I want to go to bed

Powering down = “sleeping” for a drone. Different but similar. I’ll explain how it works later?, anyway The others hav e told Five to “sleep” but it doesn’t understand because it is only ever told to “power down” so it’s like error.sleep_not_found and it stares at them like “bitch you said the wrong. Thing. You’re supposed to know how to control me so you don’t want me to power down I fucking guess” and it’s gonna be really funny after that miscommunication is taken care of.

If you remember the Five Gets A Cold And Wants To Throw Hands With Everyone post, this is wayyy before that. These motherfuckers are fresh out of showfall. Don’t ask how they got a house. I’ll figure it out

I am! Tired! I’m not proofreading this!! Goodnight please give me your thoughts if you have them. I need to know I didn’t sacrifice tbis much sleep in vain /nf /lh (I appreciate words but you are Not required to give them. Love you have a good nigt/p)

#five the genloss blorbo #let’s not talk about how many tries it took me to spell unobserved. let’s simplynot #update like 5 years into me writing this: i also cannot spell the word peepohe it would seem #that. that was meant to be the word People. you can see m #h my point stands #it is late as fuck yet I Have to make this. it has to exist so I must make it exist #I’m hamilton writing like I’m running out of time but I’m writing g #writing 51 essays in which assorted characters get the physical and/or emotional shit beaten out of them #and me running out of time is running out of sleepy. I am a sleep y man #take a break and get away says my pillow. I am Hamilton my pillow is upstate and this goddam mess of a short story I am trying to write is M #this story is Mariah Reyndolds leading me to her bed . #I haven’t slept in a while and I’m hyperfixationed on Hamilton so that metaphor makes. 0 sense #if you’re reading this far I’m so sorry. have a cookie! and fun fact an old lady held my hand and s #she said my (Very Androgynous!!) haircut is perfect. she used those words #i almost cried right then and there. genuine compliments from people make my fucking day . ok I need to go back to editing thisthing now #I wrote it. changed a plot point. started to rewrite it. changed ANOTHER plot point #so now I’ve got several s #several layers of Oh Shit I have to untangle #im. making my own goddam escape au apparently????? it won’t make any fucking sense but I will explain it later. #and! feel free to ask questions!’ and tell me if it make’s absolutely 0 sense #I do in fact want to be able to tell the story in a way you will understand. so ask questions! give a feedback! /gen /pos #I accidentally. deleted a tag so whatever I was going to say is fucking gone now. oh I think I memerbr #they are out of character ye. I’m sleepy and I’m making their escape au up as I go. #so far I have 1) the box scene was somehow Worse #2) they kidnapped Five (yippee!) #3) Charlie is the most traumatized out of the three. I don’t. I don’t know why. #I think that’s mostly because I didn’t feel like writing a conversation between Three characters. so my brain was like this : #why isn’t Charlie here? sleeping. why are these two not including him in conversation? protectiveness. #why protectiveness? he is the most upset out of the three of them and the other two have basically taken up the caretaker role. great plan #great plan hit the showers. I have reached. max tags. shit oh well back to writing tumblr says so!

[mundanemiseries]

// ....puts the u.ltrakill ost in my mouth

#● | ooc | stars above that we can't see | #// messing w/ my carrd and some other stuff while listening to the layer 7 ost and #OTL god this game's music fucks #also hewwo look at an icon border i've been working on uwu

[nettleparade]

playin around in strike + csp feat himeno

#chainsaw man #csm #himeno #himeno csm #nettillust #genuinely Do Not Like Her as a person but. she is here regardless. hi girl what's good #aside from Her though strike is SUCH a fun program to mess around with!!!!! feels very quick but playing with 1bit has been super gr8 #process i've been using for it has been: #sketch + rough tones in strike > edit tones and tweak details in csp > adjustment layer fucking around til something sticks out 2 me #and then it's done!! tbh as someone who usually spends a lot of time on detailed color rendering and being as precise as possible it's like #ultra refreshing to just have somethin done in an hour or two. compared to my usual bullshit lol #anyways! u can find strike on itch.io and it runs for free in browser! go try it! #oh forgot 2 add Put In Image/Noise Textures to that process list lol but i do that with every painting i do so. ya #later gators! more coming soon!

[lumyl]

sigma wip

ill post the finished twmr ^_^

#this fucking thing crashed my csp #idek how #its not even that many layers?? #ok maybe it is #but just because i kept saving copies of the whole thing incase i messed up #sigma #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #sigma bsd #sigma bungou stray dogs #wip #sigma fanart #sigma bsd fanart #i might have caught a cold ouh god

[neverendingford]

Therapists have two genders:

Professional Asshole and

Well-meaning Incompetent

#color says shit #text post #replying to my therapist is the most frustrating thing in the world. ma'am you think you're building rapport with me? #I hate to tell you but you've been wildly unsuccessful if that's what you think you've been doing here. #stop trying to educate me about my bullshit diagnoses that I already know about from my years on the internet. #like. babygirl I'm over here trying to build up to feeling comfortable enough to talk about the six-layer trauma cake I've got going on #and you're over here showing me a diagram consisting of two concentric circles meant to convey the idea of self versus other #you're very nice and trying to be helpful but I don't want to fucking talk about the girlfriend I want to talk about the issues that matter #girlfriend is an experiment. the other shit is stuff that lives in our fucking soul. shit that made me into the weird person fragment I am #and I had to fight for an hour. therapist kept on scheduling us for half an hour. HALF A FUCKING HOUR HALF AN HOUR ISN'T ENOUGH TIME TO TALK #I had to fight for it and even when she finally scheduled us for an hour she still tried to cut it short #I had to pull up the appointment confirmation to prove I had an hour allotted. like seriously what the fuck. #one of those people who had their own mental struggles and then is like “I want to become a therapist and help other people uwu” #and then is fucking useless and projects their own issues onto someone else and shoves their personal solutions onto you #like someone in r/aita projecting their own shitty relationship onto someone else. some of us are different Daryl #ugh I'm so fucking pissed and I'm not giving up the controller until I get this shit sorted out for now. #r wanted to hop back on this morning in the shower and we had a shouting match but our deal was she takes a week break so I'm keeping it #because too much shit has built up and she's been not doing so hot so I'm gonna get this mess cleaned up before I let her back on. #I bought groceries. I did laundry. I got the car repairs done. I got our bike fixed up. I showered. I did dishes. I'm going to #and I'm going to get even more done tomorrow. maybe then I'll go back to watching over her shoulder and backseat gaming but not for a while. #it feels nice though. like I get to finally stretch my arms and yawn real good. #and btw to answer the question she's always fucking asking. she's not ace in the slightest lmao. I am and the bleed over confuses her. #there. question answered so maybe she can stop asking about it. #I feel like in her push to find herself she kinda pushed me back into the corner. which... ngl that hurts a little. #oh well. you don't need to hear about our lovers' quarrel. I'm going to bed in these cozy fresh bed sheets I just put on the bed.

[the-kipsabian]

if you think youre having a bad day i just spent two and a half hours painstakingly drawing stuff on shrink plastic, only to finish it and THEN realize it was on the plastic cover sheet instead of the actual plastic

i would like to die now please

#this is the real life equivalent of lining on the wrong layer tbh #i just wanted to make things. now my back hurts my hand hurts and i have to do this all over again #at least i noticed before it was gonna go into the oven but god fuck im so tired of never being able to do anything fucking right #night is an absolute mess on main

[rakeshouseparty]

Good morning rake gang i had a real weird dream and it involved rake!

#tpost #and hats mills #but the main thing that weirded me out was like some weird god-like entity that got free and turned the world into some weird mess and filth #and just altered the world physically and also idk mentally? idk if that makes sense #this all happened thru a course of apparently 200 years- there was some weird gross smelling covered window and i guess #it was some weird portal? to a future alternate timeline or something #the entity could talk too sounded like a funny old man- kept talking about the greatness of persistence and never giving up #rake was there and apparently the entity put them in a coma something about immortality and immortal beings #wasnt sure why i was dreamin bout hats Mills but then like the dream cut to an awake rake in some pitch black void with a very thin layer of #water beneath their feet- rake was just chilling but i guess mills got into the void? mental void? and just said hey 👋 and rake got very #very happy and hugged him tightly and #told him it’s been decades since they saw him and that they don’t know what happened #and then rake started to cry and it was gross bc it got on mills jacket and it was VERY awkward #anyways this was all crazy as fuck because it started out as me wanting to hunt down a cat because it stoll my solidsnake figure (WHICH #I DONT EVEN HAVE IRL SO???) #STOLE* lol ignore all spelling mistakes #but yeah that weird god like eccentric(?) entity that took over the world and #nonchalantly did whatever the fuck it wanted to anybody was fuckin crazy- it wasn’t SUPER HUGE but obviously Extremely large- #the size of like a small building- but they were also just spread EVERYwhere #above and below the ground- and there were flies EVERYwhere too ! weird lookin flies with weird small hands #kinda irritated me because i could hear them buzzing and talking (?) constantlty #and they just COVERED one random dude that got too close to like the god entity #dude just fuckin vanished i think they like ate EVERYTHING lol #should state hats mills didnt come from thay world? they went thru the gross portal thing like me(? i think i was me? or perhaps i was #someone else? idk with my dreams im always changing) #edit: i should add a fee more things id thay in that weird filth world full of like the flesh of a weird ‘god’ is that it was ALWAYS humid #shit was HUMID!!!!

[diseaseriddencube]

nvm I do not regret this at all

#akudama drive #cosplay #rave ramblees #yes this is my face reveal #but with makeup and a wig without my glasses so- not really recognizable #.... my dumbass took half a million photos using red lighting #which came out very distorted looking on camera #should've just used a red filter afterwards ffs #they're fine enough for pose refs at least. if you want to be optimistic about that #ignore all the trash cans and mess in the bg lol #and the lack of contact lenses. I could just edit some pink eyes in later if I feel up to it #also I wear a lot of polyester stuff. but this is multiple layers of it #and within seconds I was just boiling omg like who needs a winter jacket when you've got the cutthroat cosplay 😍 #I need to buy bobby pins omg. cause I'm too scared to cut the bangs #but the wig hair was constantly in my fucking face why'd they make the bangs so long #I'm so glad it's not a shiny wig though #like. if I knew how to style wigs. this one would be pretty nice quality imo