Mask - Blog Posts
You don’t need to be more loveable—just more YOU.
True connection appears where the mask ends.
I was watching a Dish0n0red playthr0ugh and wanted t0 draw myself as a masked assassin.
I wear a tail 0n my belt because why the fuck n0t.
The mask is a bit weird, I was still w0rking 0ut h0w t0 draw n0ses, s0 sh.
Me and Andreas, my sleep paralysis demon, vibing and hunting thots in the hive city of Kal' amatah
His design was heavily inspired by @robertbchew
Tell me if u want me to draw u with your sleep paralysis demonl, I really want to draw more people like that but I don't have friends
Let’s get really kinky daddy 😈
reblog for free pic
I’ve been waiting for you daddy 🍑
It’s time to spoil me, reblog for free pic
Wilford ‘SneakyAss’ Warfstache
how many secrets @markiplier is hiding? You never know…but yiu should DANCE LIKE YOU MEAN IT
(plz click on the picture for the best quality)
Feelings right now
I smile even though tears fall through my heart, I laugh even though inside I am crying in a corner. I share advise on happiness even though I'm broken. I wear the mask of happiness so others don't feel pain... I have felt like this for a long time...
An awesome mask with an interesting Story made by an incredible artist :) Check it out on Etsy! https://www.etsy.com/de/listing/788697897/mundschutz-maske-aus-kupfer-mit?ref=shop_home_active_1&frs=1
Found this mask at a pawn shop. Want to put a strap on it to make it wearable.
I dance in the dark and I know time is never forever... ⏳🏃🏻💨 . . . . . . #me #selfie #selfietime #music #picoftheday #pic #eyes #colorful #myself #sick #doctor #rest #mexico #art #artist #snap #snapchat #city #mask #green #greeneyes #model #magazine #man #teen #stayhome #guy #today my #followback https://www.instagram.com/p/CSQN-B5sW5X/?utm_medium=tumblr
After 3 fucking hours-
I finally made it-
I present to you.....
Moons head-!
Masked
A short horror story I wrote.
If you enjoy it, I have a wattpad account with more of them:
https://www.wattpad.com/user/Ardenla
TW: Gore, depression & psychological horror
Perhaps it's just my world, but it might also be yours.
Everyone here wears a mask.
A real mask, maybe the one given from the beginning or one changed or even stolen.
Our masks decide everything for us: our emotions, jobs, school, friends, relationships, chances in life and even crimes. Our whole identity really.
Without our masks, we can't live since there isn't really anything underneath it.
We all get our first mask just after birth after all.
My life has always been rather uneventful, boring even. Oh how much I wished to be another. Everything about me has been determined from the start, written in stone, from beginning to end.
So I am done.
I don't want to continue this miserable life.
I stare up to face the sky, silently cursing its ways. Raindrops drip from my mask, falling down, making circles in the puddles beneath me.
The sudden sound of a door creaking behind me, awakens me from my self-pity and dark thoughts.
Quickly I turn to see who just invaded my space.
"Ah, sorry." A man softly mutters when he sees me: "I'm sorry for intruding."
I look at him slightly annoyed. Why can't people just leave me alone?
He looks a bit gloomy, but I must look worse.
From his mask I can see that he is one of the people born more fortunate, a higher class.
How can someone like that-
"Are you also bored?"
I sigh, it must have been written all over my mask.
But I ignore him.
Then he asks me a question, so very strange.
"Do you want to swap?"
Swap? Is his life that bad?
"Isn't that dangerous?" I carefully ask.
"If we do it quickly, no." he answers calmly.
"But it is illegal, right?!"
"Yes, but no one will notice."
It is quiet for a bit, only the sound of the rain surrounds us, soaks us.
I am the one who breaks the silence first: "Before we do, tell me about yourself! I won't make a deal without knowing what I might be up against."
"Then I will." He says with a sad smile and tells me his story.
He was born into a wealthy family, but wanted to leave to understand the rest of the world. To have the freedom to travel and not be stuck to the rules of the rich.
After he told his, I told mine.
I was born in a 'normal' family, but want a life less boring and not bound by the rules of the normal. I want to see things from another side, and a more meaningful one.
It was as if some deity had made us for this moment.
After this conversation we knew what had to happen, we counted to five and then quickly swapped our masks.
I was him, he was me.
His memories flooded mine, my memories flooded his.
He had told the truth, I had told the truth.
Both happier, we shook hands and left the building.
He went to the place I came from, I to the place he came from.
I lived a happy life, one where all wishes could be granted by money. One where I was very important.
No one noticed that I wasn't the original, but the mask held the most power, so I really must have looked like him. No, I really was him.
After a couple of years I suddenly found myself... bored.
Bored of the parties.
Bored of the people.
Bored of this way of living.
After being bored for a while, I took a walk in a park and found a man sleeping on a bench.
I asked him about his life and he told me a wonderful story of his travels, but also the tragic moments that led him to this life.
Then I asked him the question that was asked to me years prior.
"Do you want to swap?"
Strangely enough he refused, wanting to keep his mistakes and dreams for himself.
Something strange happened, I felt angry with the man's answer and decided to just take his mask, without swapping.
The man died right in front of me, no I was him and I didn't die. Neither did the man born rich, his mask was in my hand.
It didn't take long for me to get bored of this life and I took another mask.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
I lived life as all the masks I could get my hands on and lived old and young lives. I lived as any gender and in any condition.
Sick and healthy.
Good and bad.
I had gotten myself a secret room, where I kept the mask I didn't use often. Surprisingly there aren't that many that freely wanted to swap with me, but the first hadn't stayed the last either.
One day I sat in my secret room and looked at my trophies, my masks.
A loud knock sounded on the door.
I swapped my mask for a quiet person, but that didn't stop the outsiders getting in.
They broke down the door, so I put on another mask of an innocent.
It was the police, they had found my hideout. They didn't seem to understand why I enjoyed what I did. Angry at me and disgusted at the masks they took me with them.
How could they be so disgusted, all those people were wonderful and lived wonderful lives.
All unique, all special.
All beautiful stories.
Arriving at the prison I had gotten the name: 'The masked killer'.
Why? I hadn't killed anyone. All of them were alive as long as I wore their masks. I was them, they were me.
Then one day someone wanted to speak to me.
I sat in a room, chained to make sure I didn't do anything.
It took a few minutes for my guest to come.
When the door opened, I recognized the person immediately.
It was me.
Well the one with my original mask.
So, he kept it.
Me?
I?
He?
He sat on the other side of the interrogation table and looked at me with sorrowfilled eyes.
"What the hell have you become?" He whispered.
"You and many others."
"Why have you killed them?"
"I didn't, they are still alive." I smiled.
He shook his head: "No, you killed them."
I laughed at him.
Doesn't he know better?
Across me sits the one whom I once swapped with, he seemed unhappy with his life, with his mask.
The Masked Killer.
I was the same, so the swap seemed like a good idea, but I see now that I couldn't be any more in the wrong.
He doesn't seem to know that I am here to end him.
With this creepy grin he stares at me, unknowing of the chaos he has created nor that of the lives he ended.
His hands are bound and he seems distracted.
Now is my chance!
Almost at the same speed as that of an attacking snake I swipe the mask of his face.
.
.
.
Underneath is not like it is supposed to be, something horrible is in the place where nothing should be.
Something dangerous.
The man on the other side of the table laughs maniacally.
Cold sweat runs down my back.
"It seems that sometimes these masks protect the world from what's underneath it."
I strive to be cool & enigmatic in photos. But I am a goofball.
an orc with a nice loincloth
This angle did not come out as dynamic as I wanted it to but eh…
*edit: oh crap I answered the wrong request ill put the right images on here later*
Huh
I just realized that Jamie and Adam of Mythbusters ...
... both look a fair amount like Alex Sector from M.A.S.K.
Hm. Adam's beard is closer, but Jamie wouldn't have to shave his head. I doubt either of them could pull off the accent, though.