they have a great time and everyone in this image does survive to see the CYCLE end trust
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they have a great time and everyone in this image does survive to see the CYCLE end trust
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i love doodling my little freaks. ignore paranoia clearly being chrunk shshshshhshshshhshshsh
i love this wretched creature. it does not take kindly to anything alive in its territory. have fun becoming Flesh For It To Use. it uses flesh to power its magic. none of those limbs are its own.
It never ended. An endless cycle- Every step it took, every inhale, every exhale, it never ended. It begged SLEEP, didn’t it? It begged, it pleaded, it just wanted to rest. Just for a minute. 30 seconds.
Why wouldn’t it help.
It didn’t matter.
A sharpened stone, a straightened stick, a silent prayer to the End.
It was far too easy to kill something so old, so powerful, so… Infinite. It couldn’t intake air. It should be SLEEP now, shouldn’t it?
Silver and gold ate away at the stone. Leached away what it had prayed for.
This wasn’t right. The NUCLEUS wasn’t broken. It held the spear above the heart of what it needed, the uneven dripping of what had to be blood driving the pick further into its head.
It didn’t shatter. It was easily pierced. It could sleep now, couldn’t it? It was sleep now, wasn’t it?
It reformed. The NUCLEUS. It wasn’t in the right place. Dig it out. You have to. You have to move it. You know it’s not right-
Stop. Stop. Stop.
No, this is right. She says its right. The burning. The inability to breathe. The inability to be.
It has to be.
It wasn't.
really shitty doodle that aims to show off the tail weapons these 2 have. sizes not to scale PARANOIA is actually. fucking huge TIME reaches the top of its wing fist. anyways TIME uses that tail to cause minor earthquakes to destabilize PARANOIA, who responds 9/10 times by stabbing TIME. this isn't a joke these two have the worst codependent relationship known to man. they are coping and need to be separated. the hole in TIMES skull is from PARANOIA. The constantly changing limbs that PARANOIA has is due to the minor earthquakes shattering its weak ass bones. anyways its 'spear tail' is a ballista it took from its old village. it was made before PARANOIA fuckin absorbed everyone. where did u think it got all thos bones.
i need to sleep actually its just about 3 am. protip don't drink coffee at 12 am bad idea.
anyways. linework! PARANOIA/PSYCHOSIS and TIME/SLEEP
trying to explain what the FIGUREHEADS are to people that do not experience the wretched visions is very difficult btw.