My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.
Seiya into the backrooms
Living in a 3th country. Out public transport are better.
The fact that Hypnos ACTUALLY in like established mythology has a lounge instead of a throne is honestly such a power move.
Imagine; you descend to the underworld, managing to get to the furthest reaches bordering on the realm of Erebus. You are here to see Sleep himself.
To meet him, you must pass through fields full of not only sleeping herbs and medicines, but also his 2000 assorted siblings and children who could all drag you into endless nightmares for the crime of disturbing their work.
And when you are finally granted an audience with Hypnos, when you walk into the throne room struggling to keep your eyes open, he doesn't even give you the respect of sitting upright.
He's got one hand thrown carelessly behind the lounge, one leg crossed on top of the other, and zero fucks to give.
Wwyed in this situation?
The empty void of the headspace, within it I weep alone.
Alone deep within, a time of terror before me.
I hear His voice, He calls me His angel.
Hypnos weeps with me, right before me.
I ask why He cries, He says to me
My angel, your tears fall in endurance to the mortal plane, I cry with you because I love you, I love you because you are love. Never will you feel the loneliness, for I am there. And this sadness you will not endure in solitude. There is a reason why crying makes it easier to sleep.
I started a studies about rats and cats rites.
If someone has any story about pets mortician rites, I want to know
How Animals Mourn
Anguish by August Friedrich Schenk † The Dead Miner (Mourning the Master) by Charles Christian Nahl † The Faithful Hound by sir Edwin Henry Landseer RA † The Orphan. A Memory of Auvergne by August Friedrich Schenk
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Credit to @stephreynaart as the artist! :3
Bill and Ford both voiced by me
Just some random sketch I've been doing last night after the sunset 🌇
I really suck at drawing belly or body hair. Also, there is more than years I don't stop to sketch something. But there is, some young Stan Pines.
Some next time, I'll draw older, but step by step
Some more of the process and fails. The torch ligt was aesthetic. I like it