I Got A Drawing Tablet And Made This To Get Used To It (also To Help Learn Sketchbook And Photoshop)

I READ THIS AND I DIDN'T READ THE NAME TAG SO I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE OF THOSE V2 ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT

I WAS SLEEPING AND WOKE UP BECAUSE I FELT SOMETHING WET

I PASSED OUT HOLDING A GLASS OF JUICE IM SO DISAPPOINTED OF MYSELF

CHANGED BED SHEETS AND CLOTHES EVERYTHING SMELLS LIKE ORANGE

My Void chicken just hatched in stardew valley

I am not a who Achivist. I am an eeby deeby

I made v1 and John ward sing take me to church,

https://youtu.be/HDdytYMMvOA

Heres the link if y'all interested,

Also the art I made for it

Sam is a funny guy,

The idea of looking over the rageing ocean stix just to see a faintly shadowy figure WALKING calmly and slowly over the hundreds of thousands of poor lost souls in the stix ocean. IS SUCH A TERRIFYING THOUGHT, like you've freshly died your just a little filth and over the boats intercom you hear the ferryman who's been kind and friendly to you say something like "buckle down and avoid windows in the west end, fallen wrath angel may be aggressive" and you turn to see that fuckin shit like at least a mile away from the boat? Hell naw man!! I'd be fuckin dead immediately.

I'ma draw this eventually but not rn

Based on Fallen Gabe and your post about if the brothers fell, it seems like fallen angels bound to specific layers are physically affected based on whatever sin they've committed. What do you think would happen to an angel bound to the other layers (Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, and Wrath)?

(see this!)

yea i really like the idea of angels reflecting the layer that they are assigned to and being a sort of living embodiment of that torment. limbo would be seemingly be the least affected, of course - they appear as the perfect ideal of angels that humanity holds, statue-like and without identity. they are overwhelmed in hopelessness, left to mourn in the corners of limbo with little ability to interact with those around them. the angels of lust are shades with flickering physical forms that are unable to hold another but cannot be buffeted by lust's winds - i very much like the idea they are sometimes rarely seen stalking the streets of minos's city. those in gluttony are incapable of ever feeling sated, plagued by all number of material needs but never able to satisfy them - hunger, thirst, fatigue, discomfort, all things never felt by angels now forever tormenting them (though they seem unbothered by gluttony's acid or sleet). the greedy cannot bear to go out into their layer's sun for how badly it blisters their skin and burns their eyes; they are fully adapted to the darkness of greed's monuments and tombs, and they often chase sinners back out to the sands when they seek shade. finally, angels of wrath are in a constant state of drowning, choked by water in their lungs and so seized forever with the sense that they are dying. it causes them to act the most erratically of any fallen angels and can be exceedingly dangerous to sinners because of this - the ferrymen are adept at avoiding them, always looking out for the worsening weather that heralds their presence and dark silhouettes that walk over the waters of the ocean styx.

Jesus Christ that is horrifying

Saw this in the subway station today & I really thought it was Micheal at first...tma brain rot got me

i drew my dream from a month ago

V1 from Ultrakill makes tortillas for his cooking channel while V2 watches at the edge of the frame and Gabriel acts as the cameraman.

Text transcript:

Gabe: we are not takeing it home

Later

V1: playing with them like dolls

I wanted to draw muzzleroars fallen gabe so bad lol

messed around and did a little artsy experiment and they turned out really cool imo so i’m posting it here :)

click for a tomee bear below the cut :D

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If v1 and Gabriel ever get together or whatever I feel like gabriel would realize that "hey, maybe robots ain't so bad" and then fucking obsess over the security drones, he'd be a cat person for the security drones.

Mf would just like grab one out of the air and come home with it. Like a majestic eagle swooping down and catching another bird as its prey except he's just gonna love and cherish it and not eat it.

Bitch fuckin hates cats yet he loves the fuckin robo pigeon version.

Og of the shirt under cut