Shrug - Blog Posts
Surprised he wasn't a tumblr sexyman tbh. I predicted it and everything but
Was gonna draw Zim, got side tracked drawing Irkens but bug decided this is an old ancestor of the modern Irken when they were still hive insects
I would put the timelapse but it corrupted :(
Louie humanization practice/doodles :)
Original screenshots under cut
Me: no. I don’t fucking dance…
Also me 12 drinks deep at 1am alone in my kitchen:
I love my dog. If ever I cry, he collects up dirty socks and brings them to me. They’re his favourite thing in the world and they make him happy, so they’ll make me happy too. He’s a good boy.
Oh p̶̟͛̕l̶̻͔̺͍͒̒͛̊e̵̢̍̌́̈̈́̓͝ả̸̧̻̺̠͗̎̿ͅs̶̛̭͌̓͆e̵̡̲̣̟̖̿̏͒̀͝ͅ, ḑ̵̧̜̰̩̣̟̥͚̭̘̱̦̮̤̣̗̩͚̭̣̬̹̫͕͔̜̩̟̻̎͂̅̈̊̄̽̌̈̓͑͒̐͛̌̎̇̑̈́͋̚̕̕͜͜ơ̶̢̨̛̯̦͚͇̲̲̹͎͈͈̭͙̰̩͕̘͇̪̭̘͓̲͍̇̄̇̍̔͌͊͆̈́͛̆͆̃͒͋͋͆̔̈́͂̓̏͗̾̾͗̀͑͆̚̚͘͜͝ ̵̲̳͖̟̹͉̤̋̌̍̽̃͊̒̊̔́͌̾͂͆̆͛̂̈́͗͌̀̐̉͒͘̕͝n̷̡̤͈͙̠̞̤̫̮̙̦̼͉̝̼̦̲̘͇͎̤̬̞̲̗͉̯̗̲̮̱̮̞͇̜̗͎̘̓̈̈́̋͗̅̓̍͌̿̇͑͌̽̈́́̅̏̋́̒̆̎͜͝ͅo̵̡̘̲̖̟̝̻͉̖̙̼̮̬̫͕̲̗̤͎̠͈͇̟͑̆̃̊̾̓̀̎̾̉̕͜ͅt̸̡̡̛͎̰̖̰̭̬̱͍̲͚̙̻̳̱̦̩̻̯͛̓̒͒͒͐̔̂̈́̓̆͗͆͒̽͐́̈́̚͘̚͝ ̶̡̧̱̝̤͇͇̩̘̝̞͕̯̬͈̻̳̳̗̺̣̪̬̌͊̏̄̅́̂̄͐͑͋̎͑͆̓̕̚̕͜͜͜ͅp̸̨̢̧̨̛̛̛̲̣̬̝͔̜̻̪̣̭̠͚̫̣͉̞̙̝͈̙͎͓̠͚̈́̔́̿͌̀̇͒̉̑̓̄́̾̌̋̅̾̐̍͑̇̊̆̒̃̑͠͠͠͝͝ụ̷̫̮̺̪͔̘͙̄͒̑̈̐̈͛̋̈́̇̅̋̾̈͒̑̊͋̚͠͠ͅţ̷̛͍̘͇̭̻̣̜̗͍̙̮̹͔͍̌̔͊̋͂̽͊̅͊͜ͅ ̵̧̧̡̝̫̗̭̙͕̜̱̦͈͍̲̣̠͙̩̟̼͈̼͉͕͎͈̳͇̯̎̒̓̃̍̂̊̾̆͒͗̒̚͘̚͝ͅm̴̡̤̜̲͈̗͖͖̣̖̀͑̓͗͐͋͋́͑̈́͠͠ȩ̴̧̙͔̻̣̳̻̱̞̯̪̗̖̠̗̤̰̻̓͒͌͐̋̿̓̐̍͂͛̑̀́̔̀̃̑̏͊̌͋̋̽͛̓̈́̀͘̕͘̕͘̚̕͠͝͝͝͠ͅ ̷̛̛̤̺̗̩̺͈̪̭̮̩̱͚̳̖̣͈̪̘̜̞̜̫̐̊͐̈́͊͒͑̓̏̀̚ͅţ̶̟͖̇̐̇̎͆͂̾͗̽̄̏̀̈́͛̊͝͝o̴̭̱̱̼̒̇̈́̌͆̎̓̃̊̒̐͐͜g̷̢̪͎̑̈e̴̢̛̛̛̯̘̣̦͍̗̺̯̱̣̲̯̜̦͇̦͇̩̳͓̥̱̙͍̝̬͍̓́̍̈́̈́̽̎͋̽̌̓̋̄̇̿̃͗̊̒̃͗̆́̓̏̏̐͘̚͜͝͝͝͝͠ͅţ̴̡̧͎̜̜̮͍̠̜̼̩̟̯̜͎̳̲̳̞̞̱̜̫̰̭͓̫̘͖̫̼͔̭̯͔̾͜h̸̨̨̡̛̹̫͙̝̟̤̥̳͔̫̠̼̩̙̘̗͓͚̱̖̗͕̫̙̗̩̼͖͙́͊̍͑̾̀̄̈́̑̓̓̀͛̀̌̂͗̒͌͂͌̅͊̆̈́̚̕͜͜ë̵̢̧̗̱̭̮̜̲͉̘͕̗̞̣̤͔̥̤̤̼̫̟̤́̌̎̍̐̆̈́̒̓̓͋̍̿͂̑̉̆̀̑̽̋̿̂̽͑̎̊̕̚͜͠͝͠͝ͅr̷̛̖̱̳͓̭͓̈́̂̏̏̉̿̆̾́̑̈́̈́̋̓̽̏̍̄͋͐͛͛̿̐͗̏̅̓̈́͘̚̚͜ ̷̞̬̬͉̪̥͓͈͇͈̥̳͕͖̿̈́̾̊̈́̔̕͜͠͠w̸̢̛̗̗̘͚̜̺̉͊͛̅̾̈͆̿̾̅̔̉͒̒̉͑̀̅̄̓̓̌̚͝ï̶̢̡̨̟̻̫̞̱̳̠̮̳̙͚͉̖̦̟̞͉̦͚̞̮̖͇̑́̽̽͆͛̌̆̀́̽̄̀͑̊̓̆̚̚͘͜͝t̵̢̡̡̛̛̖͉͓̮̦̱̭͖̫̼̯̤̘̋̎̈́̌͒͐͒̚͜͝͝h̶̡̧̢̡̧̢̧̡̠̜͈̱͚̥̲̣͉̤͍͔̗͉͕̜̮̺̼͈͓̤̺̰̟̿͗̈́̾̔̌̑̊͌̒̀̈́̇̄̎̀̍̀͋̉̈́͐̀̈́̀̎̕̕͜͜ ̸̨͎̭̖̬̠̪̺̹̭̭̰̼̝̣̱̙͖̜̞̫͕́͆̿̋̎̋̄̂̇̊̏͊̆͐̂͋͋̾͘̕̕͘͜͝͝ṯ̶̢̧̤̤̗̰̞̺͍̬̯̯͓̣̤̩̗̟͙̪͖̝͕̥͕̠̲̺̱̝̏̉̂͒̆̈́̃̇͂͊̑͑͝ͅh̷̢͈͕͙̦̹̻̯̪̖̝͚̫͙̪͕̻̬̘̼̩̲̻̝̠̤̰̟̻͔̬͖͓͚̭͈̳̰̼͋͂̆̏͐̾̈́̇͂͑͛̂̅̋͋̍̓̉̏͑̿́̿̍͘͘̚͠ͅe̶̡̥̠̲̤͙̘̙͍̳̜̪͖͕͍̭͔͖͖͍̩͆̇͗̊ ̸̧̢̨̢̧̛͍͔̫̮͕̣̮̟̱̱̳̠̮̲̤̯̳̼̹͈̮̍̽͌͗̀̈̌̈́͊̊̓̿̓̇̅̄̀͂͊͒̔̅͂́͌͘̕͜͝s̴̢̜̲̟͕̞̥̦͉͍̮̭͈̮͕̹͔͈̦͈̮̬̤̬͓͎̻̫̹̙̩̥̙̎̔͝͠ǫ̵̯̩̞̙̝̰͍̞̘͉̩̲̙̺́̓̈́̐̈́̓̆̓̀̌̂͗̌̊͑͂͋̈͂͑͐̐̍̒̂̂̕̕͝͝͝ͅr̵̨̨̛̛̜͍̲̰̮͇̲̲̞̣̦̟̮̯̱͚̙͉͖̲̙̲̺͕̤̹̟͈̮̘̣̠̉̈́̀̂̄͑̉̈̏̾̇̿͛͑̓̈́̇͒͂̆͋͌̾͋̃̓͐̃͐̀͂̆́̈͘̕͜͝ͅt̷̨̢̛̩̲͉̺͍̞͚̦̻̤̺͕͉͈͓͔͙̼̮͚̬̟̮͎̥̖̭͓̘̲̄̉̀̂͘͜ͅs̵̡̡̜̫̜͚̬͔̰̳̝͓̩̭̗̹̜͖͈̞͖̙̐̌̏͑͐̊̆͜ ̴̛̼̠̠͙̭̑͗͌̀͘͝͝ö̶̧̧̢̨̞̺͍̙̟̳̤̘̟̘̭̞͖̻̱͇̪̹̘͖͓̫̺̣̹̖̞̝͍̘̣̤͍̰̳́̍̾̿͌̾̊̉̔̾̄̿͗̀̍̓̋̿͑̓̅́͆̅̾͘̚͝͠ͅr̶̨̢̧̡̨̢̭̟̺̣̟̫͚̳̠̳̣̻̳̣̗͉̙̭͔͙̘͈͖͓̝̠̦͆͗͗͛̇͆̎͑͋̉̈̒̇̑͘͝ͅ ̶͚̱̗͇͇̳̪̜̲̞͖͎̤̞́̀̋͛̉̈́͊̀̅̐͊̃̏͒̒̔͗̍̍̒͋̅͆̽̀̌̚͜͝͠͝f̸̛̻̬̩̻̈́͊͊̌̍͑͑̒̾͑̏͒͑̀̑͒̀͘̕͘͠͝e̵̗͍̼̜̘͙͇͖͔͖̼͖̟̼̤̳̜̱̦͍͈̘̝͉͉̥̳̪̟͈͉̤̞͔̯̽̓̈́̏͒͑͒̅̂͗͋͆͂͋͘̕͜͝͠ỳ̴̧̨̨̧̢̳͕̼̺͇̻̮̣̲͓̞̳͙̹͕͇͍̖͖̗͕̻̔̽̂̿͂̾͌͛ͅ ̶̢̧̰͕̪̦͉̳̪̜͇̫̱̘̗̪͇̙͖̥̞̫͗͒̈̋̿̓̔̄̀̾̉̉̐͒̽̓̈́̇̔̑͒̑͒̉̈́͑̔̓͘͘̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅa̸̧̢̛̗̗͉̪͎̥̭̯̩̳̫̞͓͔̳̰̹͌̐̿̅̈́̒̔͌͗͊́̇̊̑̇͋̿̊̆́̅̊̌́̈͛͆̃́̃̍̔̒̊͋̕ͅn̴̡͔̼̼̹͔̣̟̠̼̗̜̬͇̼̳̺̘̞̩̬̱͙̘̥̳̜̫̂̄́̾̒̀̆͌̓̀̌͂̿͐̈́̃̀́͆̾͘͘͝͠͠͝ḑ̸̛̯̺̻̻͓̲̳̫̹̗̙͉̜̬̪͐͛͆͆̌̽́̿̽͆̉̓͗̂̔̈͑͐̋͗̊͗̔̾̀͆͐́͛̌̚̚̚̕͜͜͝͝͠ͅ ̶̛͔́̉̈́̀̀̄̈̌̂̽̀̐͊͛̿̚̚̕̚͜͠y̷̫̩̥̞̱̥̲͆̓̑̓̌͑̌͗͛͂̓̉̌̏̎̎̐̄̃̌̚͝͠͝ͅo̵̧̠̭͉̠͚̹̝͈͙̭͙̩̣̘̔͜ư̶̢̨̨̡̧͎̲̖̯̘̥̱͍͓̞͔̙͕̠̬͎͕̳̤̹̬͓̞̬̜̾̍̓̉͛͘͝r̸̡̢̟̝͚͚͎̹͖͇̖̳̘̰̖̹̲͔̫͊́̓̉̀͂̾̽͛͂̆̀̀͊͌̒̈͑́͂̓͋̆̊͌͌͋͒͗̓͘̚̚̚̚͝͝ͅ ̴̢̢̢̢̢̛̥͓͙͍̟̰̳̗͈̰͕̥̗̮̳̖̞͓̗̯͔̱̝͙͒̋̑̈́̀͛͂̀͛̓̉͗̐̏̌̎͋̈́͐̿̿̂̀͑̊̾͊̀͝͠ŝ̶̨͎͕͇̲̬͎̘̭̖̝͑̾̍́͜ő̷̢̧̢̨̗̥̩̯̼͕̪͇̖̯̗̲̻͓͖̙̹̥̥͔͇̜̹̣̪̩̥͍͎̼̺͑͌̏̉͑̆̽̕̚͘ͅͅ ̵̛̯͍͔̺̖͑͆̍͊̈́̊̍̆̍̆̓̈́͆̍̀̆͋͛͛͘͜͝͝͝͝c̶̢̨̧̧̛͓̺͎̮̯͍̰̳͓̜̠̻͉͙̉̅̈́̾̈͐̔̾̐̃́͑̉̓͛̂̓́͑̐̽̊́̄̂̕͜͜͠͝͝ͅa̴̡̨͖̳̤͎̝̭͈̞͍̞̣̳̱͑́ļ̴̧̛̭̞̘̥͚̦̯̰͉͜ͅl̸̳̣̠͎̑̋̀͑̓̽͊̍͒̀͋̏͛̀̈́̏͝͝͝e̵̡̡̨͙͇̙̤̱͍̝͍͓̬̝̭̘̣̼̦̣͈̺̣̭͕͎̜̬͚͗̾́̄̓͑̕͘͘d̴̨̡̛̖̱̙̹̯̣̲̻͈̉̋̅̑̏͒̊͌͘̚͝ͅͅ ̵̧̢̛̪̩̤̼̦̏̄̏́́̋͠'̶͇͚͖̗̟̒̌͛ͅṣ̵̨̢̛͈͕̱̼̤̩̭̿̂̄̄̍̈́̃̓͋̈́̑̉̋͐̅̔͑͗̓̉͌̉́̓̒͆̀̋̅́͐́̓͒͂̇̕͜͠͠ư̵̢̢̜͎̜̤̖̦̪̪̤̖̿̉͛̓͌͑͐̃͆̾̂͒̆̈́͆̀͛͒̓̂̾͗̋̍̇͝͝p̷̨̠͈̤͙̜̻̙͖̻͎̝̮̜̓͛͌̋̋̿̂̃̿͒̐͌̈͊̋̃̍̋̄́̑̇̍͗̾̋̂͗̀̈́͆̽̏̈́̓͘͘͠͠͠e̷̢̧̞͕̞͈̱̥͍̯̺̥͚̟̳̞̥̘͙̙͔͉͛̌ͅŗ̵̡̧̝̩̰̪̬̘͎̘̱̟̪̰̞͍̩̙͎̼̱̘͓̰͉̳̦̳̖̼̟̦̠̥̺̣̬̀̍̒̋͐́́̍̓͛̆͌̄̀̀͊͆̾̇̎̂̚̚͝͠n̶̨̨̡̧̥̪̣̣̱͚̩͕̩̜̣͎͖̪͓̲̳̮̜̝̩̩̭͕͈͓͇͓̻͉̰̮̗̆̀̄̒̇͌̑̎́͆̑̀̉͜ą̵̡̢͈̬͖͉̲̻̰̤̩̯͎̰̳͈̪̮̹̭̱̈́͐̽͌̀͒͗̒́́͗̀̿̿͒̒͜͝͠ͅẗ̸̢̢̡̮͇̩̫͇̼͕̯͖̩͍̗́̎͆̅͐̈́̉͆̈́́̊̕͜ừ̵̧̡̨̥̯̺̳͎̥͍̮̱̣͙͍̻̼̤͓̦̘͉̖͕̖̦̠̝͙͕͔̫͒̓̓̈́̿̊͗̈̀͆̽͒̏̿̎̈́͛͗̈́͊̅͗́̕̚͠͝͠r̷̩̣̖̼̖͚͙͌͗̀̌̋͛͑͊͊̏͐̄́͐͂́̓͌̾̿̅͆̽̀̒̃̂̔̾͋̏͌̈̏̕̕̕͝͠á̴̡̛̛͓̱̟̤͔͎̺̮̳̞͎̙̗͎̥̟͈̗̯͓̳̤̙̭̺̲̜͛̑̅̿́̇́̒̃͐͆̒͆͆̿̓̉̋̐̋͐̅͊̕͜͠͝͝͝͠l̸̛͓̯͈͉̳̔̓̀̎'̷̨̛͕̰͈̗̐̿̽̃̀͐̍̏̇͆̓̾̿̿͘̕͘͝͝, I'd like to think myself s̸̫̰̅̅̕o̷̮̭̊͋̂̓ ̶̆̅͛͑ͅm̵̘̙̲͎̈́̐͑u̴̇̀̂͝ͅć̶͔̖̤̹͂̀̃h̸͎̓ ̶͈͉̆̌̽͛m̶͙̣͔̉͛o̵͚̣͗r̸͙̘̰͛́͗͋e̶̪̊̊ ̴͓͋s̸͙̗̪͌͂̽̂ò̷̟̭̓p̷͎̈́̔̔̽ĥ̴̯̆̎i̸̧̼̟̰̇͊ṣ̶̩̔͂̃t̷̟̻͌̂͗ǐ̴̮͈͖̎̋́c̸͇̤̣͈̏̏̕͝ȧ̶͇̋̃t̷̡̞̟̆̕ë̸͙̺̻́̌̋́ḑ̸̅ ̶̫͚́̆ than that...
Also, the child? The child is q̷u̷a̸s̵i̵-̶h̶u̴m̶a̸n̶.
I'm part Phoenix!
[Seika, dear, if you p̴͓̾ṛ̶͖͖͚̲͗̈́̍̒o̴̱͇͔̖̔͋̀d̵̨̫̈́̑͆ too much the c̴̼̝̜̓́̅̍͗̉͊̾͛͐̕̕ó̴̡̤̗̭̣̣̰͓̋̿͑̎̚͜͜͝ṇ̴̽͛̓͒͆̄͋͋̏͗̂͆́̑͐̕̚͠n̷̙̮̮̲͇̈̅ȅ̷͓͔̑̌̔c̸͚͓͉̫̹̅̈́̈͛̀̈́̈́́͆̏̌̎̄̎̀͑̈̚͝t̴̞̆̆i̷̢̖̣͔͚͈̙̱̫̯̘̲͕͔̜͙̊̐͒ͅͅo̷̝͎̻̳̗̝̗̞͕͉̮͚̤̖̞̘̪̊͑̂̔̉͊͛̿́͒͛͌͗͘̕͝ͅn̷̢̛̳̗̗̓̔̀͂̐̈͛͐̀̾̍͝͝ ̷̧̢͖̝̫̟̜̠̘̩̻̭̩͉͎͗̇̀̾͊̚͘m̵̨͔̙̠̼̭͔͙̺̲̹̪̗̹̟͓̗̯̗͎̻͓̑̑̒͋̓͛̋͂̊̏̚͝͝ǐ̸͚͍͈͉̻͇̗̗͖͚̬͚̹͕͎͈̗̿̀̋͜ĝ̷̡̡̡̝͉͍͓̣̟̮̣̩͙̹͕͕̯̭͔̱͙̎̒̏͑͊̚̕ͅh̴͙͇̳͕͚̹̦͗̽͑̚ţ̷̡̙̹̩͕͖̯͖͎͈͇̜̦͋̾́́̒́̊̌͠ͅ ̷̡̡̛̮̳̙̱̟̗̯̝̭͕̥̙̹̲̝̙̺̮̯̐͌̄̊̄͌̊̾̏̾̅̓͝͝͝͠g̵̰̼̲̥͎͎̻̦̯͖̰̟̪͔̱͔̠̗̬͑̓́̀̇̌̎͂̑̑̾͛̚͠ͅr̴̨̡̺̮̪͍͖̼͓̯̹͖͎̊̂̎͌̆̾̍͗͛̂̍̓̎̑̒̉͂̐̕͝͝ow̴̨̢̨̛̛̛̦̜͎̠̙̱̱̰͎̤̭̜͈̬͇̫̟̭̭̖͚̞̖̭̟̦̙̙̟̦̯̜̮͇̝̹̗͇͇̹̲͈̰̟̼̫̟̦͖͖̲̮͉̥̫̝̺̯̬͎̤̝͇͓͔̔̉̊̀̊̽̇͑̿̔̓̇̈̃̔̐̈́̈́̌̏̉̀͗́́̈̎͋̍͆̍͐͑͆͂̒̈̌̽̒̃̀͑̎̉̋͛̐̆̿̑̉̋̏̈́̀͗̑̀̾͗́͂͋͗̋̑̀͑̓̑̕̕̕̕̕̕͜͝͠͝͝͠͠͠ͅ ̶̧̨̡̛̙͎̬͇͍̬̬͇͈͚̠͔̞̦͍̖̑̽̏̿̇̃̒̿̒̀͒̐̋̂̓̉̿͊͂̓̀̒̉͑̈́̽̅̂͗̑͌̅̂̈́̀̾̐͛̓͗̐̎̓̄̈́̓̕̚̚̕̕͠͝͠͠͝͠͝ţ̷̨̡̡̛̛̠̺̙͕̭͉̫̗͕̟̱͎̬̙̝̩̬͓̰͐͐̆͌̾̆͋̄̂͐̀̈́́̒̂̔͒̀̎͑̓͐̿̒̽͛̇́̅̀̒͛́̃̑́̆͐̾̀͋͑̉̐̑̈́̓̽̎̀͛̀̀͑̾̚̕͘̚͘̚̚͝͠͠͠͝͝ͅơ̴͔̈́͆̈͐̔̎͋̎͛̒̆̈́̈́̏̌̀͋̃͂̅̋͐̉̌́̃̓̈́̓̂̄̏́͑̏̀̇͂̆̀͆̽̈̏̊̊̓͑͗̐͌̐̓̈́̃̈́͌̅̽͆̆͑̍̓̏͋̍͐̀̀̄̽͆̔̅̓́̈́̂͘̚͘͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝o̴͍̠̺̾͑̓͐̈́̆̈́͒̈̀̒̈́̀̚͝ ̵̨̢̢̨̧̡̡̭̫̖̬͓̦̯̣̩͉̪͔̺͚͍̯͈̺̖̣͙̰̦̙͈̬̲̲̬̖̝͇͉͖̖͇̳̱͇͍̺̰͖̣͓̟̜͈̙̮̞̼̲̖̼̻̙͈̭̠̦̯͚͚̦̝̬̭̠̠̱͓̙̥̯͇̩͚̲̠̱̫̲͚͍̈́͊͋̉̇̓̓̽̇̒̈́̆̾͜͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅư̸̧̧̡̢̨̢̢̧̧̧̨̛̭̣̣͓̝̟̮̪̩͉͚̲̠̼͈͉͚͎̘̝̖̹̩̣̮͎͓̘̣̰̺̲͖̲̙̖̩̯̩͙̦̘̣̰͓̫̻̫̦̪͍̭̺͍̗̗̼̪̪͍̟͇̪̩̖̥̖̻͍̪̬͖̙̟̮̥̫̪̹̖̰̱͌̆̉̏́̓̈́́͆̀͛͌̓̄̌̾̍͋̃̈́̆́̓͂͒̿̒̅̄̈́̒̋̿͗̆͛͊̃͋͊̂́͛̀̔͌̉̓̂͆͛͂̈̆͋̐̎̒̈́͌̅̉̂̋̈́̅̔́̍͌̍͆̂̀̌͘̚͘͘̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅň̶̨̨̬̫̭͙̯̯͖͙͓̼̞̞͎͎͇̠̺̙͍̮͕́̆̃̇͆̊͑̆̌̈̈́̾̏̔͒̈̈́͜͝s̷̡̡̧̢̧̧̥̜̣͕̫͓̠͖͖̙͖̯̯̭͚̯̞͕̺̪̯͕̠͚̟̺̞̤͎͎̯͇͈͉̺͚̹͚̻̭̗̩̥̮̠̦͍͎̙̼̰͚̣̱͉̪̲̳̬̞̗̫͓͗͛̃̓́̉́͆̐̔̑́̿̇̽̃̓̒̾͊̃͌͛̾̋́́́̌̇̀͂̄̽̿̀̀̈̉͊͑̕͘͜͠͝ͅͅt̵̛̛͕͐̾̅̄̌̃̾̒̑̅́̆̀̔̑̇̿͋̿͐͆̓̽͋͗̉̂̚͘͠ḁ̴̢̡̛̥̦̼͈̠̤̥͙͓̲͉̲̞̀̄͑̌̀̈́̀͂͆̌̑̀̔͊̆̑̇̽̅͆̓̐̀̍̐̀̅̊̎̑̋͌͊̓̈́́͋̃̃͗̓͛̍̇͂̓̀͆̈̊͌̽͋̐͒̂́́͋̆̋̓͊͗̐͘̕͘̕͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅḅ̵̧̨̧̡̧̛͓̖̞̻̩̦̱͕̦͎̙͈͈̲̮͇͕̟̙͚͉̬̥͖̠̪̙̠͉̪͕͇͕͇̤̲͍̤̲̝͍͔̺̈́̏͛̊͊̇̋̀͗̂͛́̾̈́̀̔̽̅̾͛̇̃̒̕͜͝͝ͅl̴̢̨̨̢̢̢̧̙̤͎̤͔̱͉̩̣̞͙̘̱̫͕̟̙̱̫̬̣̠̰͎̗̦͖̤̬̺̗̥̟̜͎̤̱̙̺͈͙͍̙̤̖̟̺̗̥̹̣̞̤̭͔̲͈̟̣̺̳͎̖̘̗̦̹̱̩̬̜̳͖͉̺̟̮̘̟̥͓̭͕̱̈͐̍̂̾̆̽͒͛͋̄̈́̌̉̓͋̏̕͜͜͜͝͠ͅͅę̶̧̛̟̤̞͍͚̹̥̺̖̟͎͎̪͎̱͕̣̙̗̦̘̱̫͎̯̤͈̝̙̝͍͕̪̘̩̭̠̗̼̗̺̟̥̫͇̤̩͍͕̖̠͕͔̝̋́͆̀̓̀̃̂́̈̈̈́̇͑̆͌̂́̂͂̃̀̂̈́͑́̎̎́̀͆̓͂̃̒͌͊̔͆̃̎̊͋̈́̈͆͑̂͒̊͋̿͑̑̓́̅̾͌̓̍̓͐́͛̊̋̓̄̀̚̕̚͜͜͠͠͝͠͝ͅͅͅ.̷̛̛̦͉̠̤͍̋̀̀̍͒̔̄͐̍͛̿͌̉̏̒͆͌̔͌̃̊̈̊̓̈́̀͗̀̓̾̔́́̊͆͗̆͋̍͌̍̉̄̆̐̓͋͊̀̀͂̀̈́́́̽̅̋̓̍̀̐͘̕̚̚͝͠͝͠͠͝͝]
Oops! [Sorry mom-]
Bye Vicky~ Let's play later!!
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You can think of me as h̴̳̉í̸̖͜s̷̯̿ ̸̝͔̀c̶̪͓̐̓r̷̮̽̀e̴̦̔ä̴̹̘t̷̡̛͍́o̵̖̓͑r̵̖͚͘.̵̘̀̎ ̴͓̅ͅ
Whatever that ḿ̶̧̡̥̖̈́̈́͌ạ̴̪̟̪̲̗̼̀̈́̍̓̿y̷̧̙̻͉̗̪̚ ̴̨̧̢͖͖̗̓̾̈̃͝͠m̴̲̬̠̖͇̖͋̈̈́ͅe̵̢̜̟̐̓͂̋ͅą̸̙̦̰̯̺̂͆̋ͅn̶̡̲̞̘̥̓͌̓͗̔̀͘͝ ̷̡̭͕̺̬̇̽̓ṯ̵̢̺̠̝̜̲̖̅̔̒̈̊͘õ̸̘̜̠͔̿͝ ̷̢̫͉͍̻̾ý̶̛̪͎͛͒̈́ͅo̶͉̺̪̖̯̘̽u̸͉͑̿̂͘~̶͚̝̉̍̉̽~̵͉̃̌̚͝ And I doubt he'd enjoy the idea, honestly. -- Maybe a flesh milkshake-?
But ň̷̢̨̢̛̛̛̫̥̖͎͈̟͍͕̬͓͉̲̭̘̺̰̖͇̘̼̝̝̹̤̟̲̯̤̝̺̜̟͓̟̲͇̺̱̯̣̼̙̣̝̜͎̝͚͓̣̙̿̓̉͆̿̽̏̎̈́̋̃͗̔͗͆̅͐̌̓̄͛̓͗̐̑͆͋̀̄̍̔̅̏͐͒̈͒̿̽̋̅̃̓͛̿̿̒̂͆́͂̆̂͗͑̚͘̕̕͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅǫ̴̨̧̼̯̟̙͔͚͎͇̫̙̮̫͈͓̥̯͉̰̦̬̪̲͚̘̦̙͈̖̠̭̥̎̌͘͜͠, what I f̷e̷e̶d̸ ̴o̸n̷ it's not in the world of palpable, m̶͇̻͍̓̊͑̀e̸̢̧̻̼̓r̴̨͑̋̚e̴̜̬̋͂̇l̷͉̍̈́̈̏y̶̤̝̯̳̚ ̵̫̤̱̔c̸͖͘͜ͅo̵̡̮̬̳͒̊̊̚n̸̛͇̳̻̣̅́s̴̡̖̻̍͒͝ų̵̘̖̜̅̎͝m̶̛̰̻͈̹̈͝ã̸̯̏͠b̸̪̆̈́̈́ͅl̸̹̩̲͐e̷̮͘ things from a mortal's perspective...
What n̸̲̤̣͍̔̈́̇̉o̸̻̱̼͗̀u̷̔͊͐͗͜r̷͕̦̫͉͒̈́i̸̹̫͋͐̇ṣ̷͌̌̎h̴͕̰̔̀͝ḛ̷̡̯̭͗̈́s̴̨̖͉̃̀̓͜ ̴͉͔̥͜͠m̷̮̽e̶̢̛͎̠͛̇,̵̦͌ ̸͇̌a̵͓̋͛r̷̡͍̤̯͋͗̉̃e̷̦͓̱̐ ̶̭͆S̷̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̠̱͓̤̮̺͚̠͇͉͉̣̘̪͔̬̙͚̞̹͖̖̭͖̼̗̺̣͉̼̖͕̞̯̳̰̞͇̞̣͓͔̥̈́̓̒̅̀͆̅̇̉͋͊̓̂͂̾̂̏͗͑̉͑͛̾̑͗́̓̉̈̿̎̈́́̑̓̓̓͊̍̿̔̉͌̏̍̿̀̈́͑̓͋̆͌̀̇̉͆͂͊͐̉̾̌̄͋͊͑͗̓̓̇̍̾̀́́̉̀̏̈́̿̎̃͋̎̐̉̋̊̀̏͊̌̅̔͒̃̓̃̏̇̓̓̐̐̀͋̾̈́̉̄̈̄̇̿̑͒̌̀̒͒͛̏̆̎̎̇͐̏̓́̄̂̅̋̑̓͂̔̍̄͌͌͆̔́̂̓͒̕͘̚̚͘̕̕̕̚͜͠͠͠͝͠͝͠͠͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ͅT̷̢̢̨̧̩͖͉̻͎̗̬̱͈̗͙̤͖̝̠͔̟͚͚̬͇͙͎͓̪̘̞̬̘̙̗̭̖̳̘̻͇̹͎̓̓̈̊̈́͒̈́̇͌͊̆̽̅̈́̌͂͗̈́͂͋͛̍̽̓͒͑͛̂̒͋̎̾̋̓̇̍̀͂̀̄͂̆̑̐̿̽͂̓̊͒͆̉̉̈́̀̔̑̍͂̇̾̀̿͒̉̿̈́̏̋͆̈́̒͐̽̒̇̔̿́͊̂͛̏̀̉̿̋̏͑̕̕̕̕̚̚̚̚̚͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅ ̵̧̧̧̛̟̳̞͈̙͓̤̼̝̺̙̻̰̝̙̥̯͆̂̀̆̒̔̿͒̈́͑̈͐͊̄̐́̿̐̒̀͋̇͆̚͝ờ̸̢̧̢̧̡̨̡̡̨̧̨̢̯̫̯̬͍̖̘̰̦͈̟̩̬̟̯̰̣̰̝̘͚̝̼̘̭͙̼̜̳̳͈̻̼̫̱̖̬̦̲̰̭̫̦̘̠̣̹̼͕̰̤͕͕̗̭̠̦̺̜͍̬͙͇̭͔̜̱͈̯͍̭̘͕̱̻̘̝̘̺̦̠̹̦̝̗̮̫̮̪̻͖̜̙̫̪͚̮̺̻͖̼̥͍̱̩̫͙͈̱̝̤̤̮̟̝̹̱̗̜̼̠̺̪̲̭̝̲̥̝̥̠̲͙̤̜̫̯́̅̿͌̽̍́̏̾̿̀̌́̑̿̃̊̄̾̄̂̇̽̀̀̓̾̆͌́̀͑̃̾̂̀̒̓̽̉͐̄̿̅̑̅̅͋̄͂̌͊͆̅͛͗́̓̊͗̏̈́͛͑̽̏̈́̈̆́̓͑̽̉̌̔̂͑͒̈́́͑̎̐̏̍̒̿͘̚̚̚͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅR̶̢̢̡̢̧̢̢̡̢̧̨̧̢̛̛̗̭̣̩̪̜͇̻̜̥̝͔̜̤̳̦̝͕̹̹̻̰̯̠͖̥͖̥͎͈̻̻̯͔̦͚̖͉̞͉̲͓͙̮̳̳̖̝͇̰̦͙̩͔͉̟͓̮̹̦͎̦̣̹̝͕̪̘̞̰͕̭̤͈̻͚̼̰̙̜̞̫̰͎̺̺̯͓̤̥̯͚̞̙̞͍͖̗̮̰̪̠̠̳̍͑̑̈͗̎͆̀̿͗̀̆͊̄͂̍̄̓͛̅͑͒̑̉̈̈́̎̏̍̔̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅí̴̧̛̛̛̻̰̥͖̥̙̭͕͓͉̦̺̮̝̳̭͍̼̮͓̗̤̥̞̫̞̯̯͖̩̺̲̙͓͈̳͈̼͔͉̩͚͇̳̯͍͈͕̯͈̮͈͔̗̗͇̥̮̤̞͓͋̔̑̃͐͆͛̋͛̀̾̋̅̄͑̌̈́͑̌͌̇̓̉̃͂̀̏͑͆̀̐̇́̓̾̔̃̇̊̓̅͆̈́́͂͂̿̔̓̈́̌͛̉̑̏͂͗͂̽̀̇̇̐͛̾̈̈́͐͑̔̓̂̈́̈͌̆̔̐̆̀̉́̓̐͐̉̈́̓̀͆̏̈́̄͌̚̚͘̕͘͘͘͘̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅȨ̶̢̛̛̛̗͕̗̹̳͕̯̙͙͚̫̜̬͔̱͙̹̲̘̦̺͍̳̫̭̝͇͈͎̹̦̫̦̙̥͒͐̇̔̈́̐̿̀̓̎̈́̋̊̄̓̿̀̽̏͊̆̀̍̆̓͛͑̌̃̓̔̆̆̄̎͂̿̑̿̒̀̊̅̓͐̈́͂̍̓͗͌̒̓̏̏́͊̈́̈́̃̾̓͂̒̔́̐͊̋̑͑͒̌̄́͑̐̽͂͗̊̎̋̌̓͌͆̀̌̈́̂͋̀͂̂͑̐͛̌̆̎̋̉̒̽̀̇́̔͗̆͛̃̾̅́̂͋̋̊́̀̓͐̓̍͌̀̋̃̇̊̆̄͊̏̃̐̿̂͒̆̾̚̕̕͘̕̚̕̚͘̕͘̕̕̕̚͘̚͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅ ̶̢̢̡̨̧̧̧̢̛̛͙͓͕̯̞̳̗̞̤̗̜̪̫͕̰͈͚͕̣̤͚͎̱̥̲͎͔̺̩̥̳͉͉͇̰̲̰̜̭͍̙̞̣̩͖̭̹̪͈̘͚͈̰͎̲̬͚̙̟͓̤̥͍̝̙͍̼̹͖̻̮͙̺̘̣̪͉͇͕͔̭̦̈͗̅̏̆̓̍̊̊̂̀̍̔̽́͒͂̄͑͐͊̐̅͑̏͑̒̓́̃̂́̒́̓̍̓̾̅͂̊́̋̂͑͐͗̿̎̃̓͛̔͐̐̾̆̒̊̇̾̾͋̃̎̂̈́́̈́͂̉̈̽́̎͛̇̓̍͒̇͂͒̉͒̓́͆̔͒̓̈́̏͆̅̒̅̀̄̋̆͊̈̌̏̏͐́̏͛̔̔̇͂́̂̔̀̽̌̍̿̓̓̇͑͗͐̀̃͂̏̋̈͐̾̊̊̆͋̒̑̏̈́͐͊̇́̊̓̄͋̆͌͒͗̉͗̐́̂́̈́͒͛͂̉̾̉̉̊͂̈́̈́̓̾̀͌̚͘͘̕̕̕̚͘͘͘͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͠ͅͅs̷̡̡̧̡̨͇̖̯̱͈̲̦̥͖̙̙̙̳̭̳̬̻͓̻̝̝̝͈̳̹̖̪̝̞̯͔̰̼̲̪̟̮̞̥̰̲̫͇̱͔̼̺͎̖͈̖͈̗̗̺͉͙̻͖͇̩̳͔̹̝͈̰̗̹̖͉͚̟͕͙̦̞̫̣̥̝͎̖̫̪̦̈́̊̈́̎̽̍̌̾͒̾̏̓̚͝ͅş̷̧̛̻͎̫̖̳̫͍̺͇̬͓͕̞͔̺̣̺̱͈̬̖̩͈͙̝̖͓̖̓̈́̌̀̏̒̽̉͗̓̀̎̃̓͗̓̃̀̌̂̐̃͊͋̎͑̽̐́̎̉͌̉̓̔̃́͂̑̽̇̑̾̀̉̀̿̍̋͆͗̓̋̋̓̍̂̒̾̾̓͛́͑́͒̀͗̀͆̏̑̆̑͌̈̅̋͛̀̃̾͋̍̿̆̈́͒̋̋̔̀̈́́͌̏́̉̌͊̾̕̕̚̚̕̕̚͘̕̚͘͜͜͠͠͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅ~̶̧̧̧̢̡̧̢̧̨̧̧̧̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̙̞̝̜̘̝͓̩͔̝̖̘͇̥͈͕̼̘̩̰̬͇͚̥̩̦̦͖̭̗͙̭̤͈̻̜͔̪̖̮̹̫̙̰̥̥͈̭̻̥̠͙̭̹̭̟͙̻͉̞͍̲̱̯̟̰͉̰̻͙͇̭͉̼̳͕͓̣̖͎̯̩̹̟̗̟̯͖̲͎̣̪̗̯͕̺̲̫̟̭͕͎͈̜̭̟͖͓̠̘̪̲̲̰̱̠̼̝̥̣̟̙̱̞̮̰̘͔́̂̃̾̅̽̈̾͗̈́̈̐̉̂̀̏̔̋̆̄́̇̋̇́͂͗̄̿̓͂̄̉̃͒̅̈́̍͂̑̏̓̊̑̒̋͊̂̄̊͆̌̽͊͑͂́̈́́̏͐́̆̈́͑͌͂͂̿̍̏̆̄̆̏̐̔̿͑̑̎̂̍̓͂̌͑̓͊̃̏̎̈͑̈́̓̒̾̑͒͆́̄̈́͛͗͑̀̀̊̆͂͊̾̒̓̑̈͋̎̚̕̕̚̚̕̕͘͘͘͜͜͠͝͠͠͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͝ͅ
Combining two hyperfixations to make this mess.
(12/05/25)
every time I read read a post on tumblr, it’s always in pm seymour’s voice
the man is just too powerful
Another night terror
I had another terror episode last night. As with the previous episode, it was quite absurd in nature. I am mixed on whether this signifies a dearth of creativity on the anxiety-driven part of my brain, or that it is now entering some kind of postmodern phase.
Initially I dreamt that I was in my bed; and that it was nighttime, but there was just enough light to cast shadows. These shadows were sufficiently menacing (and there was a distinct impression that they were trying to resolve into the shape of people) that it became imperative that I extinguish all sources of light.
Enter into this scenario: an aquarium-themed night light (the same one that had kept my daughter company during her infant days). Not only was this thing on full brightness, but it had cunningly placed itself on my wife’s side of the bed - just out of reach.
That’s when my brain pressed the Adrenaline Dump button and I screamed awake.
Here’s the part that confuses me: I wasn’t terrified by the possibility that the night light would bring these Shadow People into being; I was terrified of the night light itself. Now how the hell does that work, brain?!
It’s bad enough I have these episodes. Could they at least be something genuinely scary?
Night terror
Last night I had a very strange night terror episode.
Normally I will be dreaming, and things will get progressively more anxiety-inducing - e.g. something will be chasing me, or I’ll be trying to fight off an attacker. Then my brain will conjure up a truly terrifying phenomenon (like shadow people launching themselves at me en masse) and I’ll scream myself awake.
This time though, I dreamt that I was in my bed... And that God (who I don’t actually believe in) was beaming sound into the fan next to the bed, so I would hear it... And that sound was: cat litter being poured.
Then the screaming started!
I really, really don’t know what my brain was thinking last night.
Reposting this because I gotta face the fact that I’ll be unhappy with my art sometimes, even if it takes a lot of time. Maybe others can enjoy it.
