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37534 No. 37534 ID: 3583d1

Hooray! Somewhere where I can dump my random drawings other than on other people’s draw threads!
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Anthony’s hidden journal, written and drawn later that evening, the following is written in hidden ink: I call this latest work “The corpse puppet master.” Lorence wants me to just draw alright then, I’ll draw. We work with the tools we’re given, and the people were given. I think I need to start making some more friends around here, and I think I know where to start. I’ve talked with Godfrey already, I’ll write how that went later. In the meantime I dreamt all of those people, the earls maybe it’s time I sought some more of them out and see if I can help them in anyway. I’ll try to start with either people closest to me right now. We still have Epidemic Gretel and her sister, Bleeding Jimmy(?) In the other prisons. I’m going to see if I can get them out, maybe if I “hire them” to be in my staff? We’ll have to see. I do know that Jimmy or whoever in another timeline she was Alora “Jackie” Miller. She’s real good at slipping into different identities. In the meantime I’m going to give this painting to Dante Vargas he did good work with my last one, let’s see what he can do with this!
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Can you hear me? I don't know if any of you can. I was called Ana, just as all of you were as well. I need your help.

All of you.
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This is Ana, this is us. And this one is dying. But she had the best chance of setting us all free. We are all prisoners in this hell, but she was our hope. Everyone of us, all of us owe her our help. All of us, and I know you are there, can help me.
No. 45089 ID: 8b660e
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No, that's not right.

Don't help me, I'm nothing. I couldn't even save Ana when it came to it. I'm not worth saving. But she is. And for that I need your help. She must live.
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We, us, in one voice, must stand up. We are all a branch of the great ash tree. And it's through the ash tree now speak with all of you. All of us have power. I ask you lend me this power now to bring our hope, our future back.
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We are Ana, she is us.

And we fight against the path that fate has chosen for us.
No. 45092 ID: 93c730

Come back, Ana. We need you.
No. 45093 ID: fef6ec

Come back, Ana. We need you.
No. 45094 ID: 264cc7

Come back, Ana. We need you.
No. 45095 ID: 02f1f1

Come back, Ana. We need you.
No. 45096 ID: be87b8

Come back, Ana. We need you.
No. 45097 ID: d63ea8

Presence and vessel,
flesh and bone,
thoughts and dreams.

None can be annihilated.
All can be gathered.

Let me scatter myself into the nothingness,
and find what shards remain.

Each piece,
delicious and precious,
but pale in comparison to the completed work.

The Renegade shall not elude my sight.
No. 45098 ID: 7cc128

Come back, Ana. We need you.
No. 45099 ID: 77a51f

Come back, Ana! We need you!
No. 45100 ID: 1f2d2e

Come back, Ana! We need you!
No. 45101 ID: 5245b2

Come back Ana, We need you
No. 45102 ID: fdb3c8

Come back Ana, we need you.
No. 45103 ID: 475080

Come back Ana, we need you.
No. 45104 ID: ba08b4

Come back Ana, we need you.
No. 45106 ID: 73ee1d

Come back Ana, we need you.
No. 45107 ID: d23ed3

Come back Ana, we need you
No. 45108 ID: 9fcfda

Don't die Ana, come back
No. 45110 ID: ed94cc

Come back Ana, don't die. We need you.
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Malcor’s horny warlock girl, Li
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T h i c c is my aesthetic when it comes to women. So here’s a horny ghost character done for a friend’s birthday.
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I am down with the t h i c c n e s s
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The five and a half minute hallway, based on the book House of Leaves.
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But then my nostrils flare with the scent of something bitter & foul, something inhuman, reeking with so much rot & years, telling me in the language of nausea that I’m not alone.
Something’s behind me.
Of course, I deny it.
It’s impossible to deny.
I wanna puke.

Another piece inspired by House of Leaves
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Toll the great bell once!
Pull the lever forward to engage the piston and pump...
Toll the great bell twice!
With push of button fire the engine and spark the turbine into life...
Toll the great bell thrice!
Sing praise to the god of all machines!
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A drawing based on an art piece by Weaver, which in turn was based on a nightmare he had...
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when you open gum at school
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"I am the punishment of God...If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.”
- Genghis Khan

The First Born son of The Dread King, The Chained Man
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Becquerel “Bec” Schwarzwind, a d&d character from a game I’m currently running.

More just an experiment with color types.
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There will come a soldier,
who carries a mighty sword.
He will tear your city down.
O lei o lai o lord...

O lei o lai o lei o lord

He will tear your city down.
O lei o lai o lord
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There will come a poet
who’s weapon in his word.
He will slay you with his tongue
o lei o lai o lord...
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o lei o lai o lei o lord

he will slay you with his tongue
o lei o lai o lord...
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There will come a ruler,
whose brow is laid in thorn.
Smeared with oil like David’s boy.
o lei o lai o lord...
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o lei o lai o lei o lord

Smeared with oil like David’s boy
o lei o lai o lord...

o lei o lai o lei o lord

He will tear your city down
o lei o lai...

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The Killpop, the tragedy. Two figures, a sister and brother who can’t escape the cycle of abuse. Each one hurting the other, taking advantage of the other.

He comes upstairs, his face leering from behind his mask. Only to find her again, shooting up with the drugs he gave her. Her skin, once pale and fair, turns ruddy with pox marks and makeup from her trying to hide it. He swallows his disgust and rage at this sight. And something else rises, and his disgust turns inward, hating his own lusts.

She once told him, that when she is high, she can pretend no one hurts her, that she’s loved. In that moment, he can’t help find her beautiful.

He takes her on the floor, hating her, hating himself. He tells herself she’s done the same to him. She doesn’t put up much resistance. After it’s over they lay back to back, exhausted. She can’t feel anything anymore, his head lulls and he realizes he’s crying silent tears. The disgust makes bile rise in his throat. But in the end, perhaps they were meant for this.
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It took me a while to realize who this is, but I finally figured it out.

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I looked at myself in the mirror today. Did my face always look like that? I didn’t recognize this face, this person looks cold and angry. It had a message for me and to everyone reading this in my gallery. I’ll tell you what it said.

I know why you all wear masks. It’s not just a way to protect yourself from the fog. It’s because you can’t look at yourselves. Because seeing your face is looking at a monster who let the tragedy of this world affect them to where they are complacent in the murder and deaths of others, where they have sacrificed what made them human to begin with. You make excuses, you think they’re good. Most people wouldn’t really want to live forever, but your time is short and fleeting, gone in the blink of an eye. You didn’t want to have any regrets going forward with your life. You didn’t want to succumb to misery.

You were wrong.

Misery is inescapable, the only people who have no regrets are monsters and killers. Your oppression of this world reeks of disgrace and shame. The only thing you will learn as a monster is to take and take. The monster has, but the man has not. How can you call that a life worth living when you force your misery on others?

Look in my eyes and see humanity again, and pray to a god you’ve long since denied that there’s still hope for you.
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