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The one above me has seen beings of unfathomable size, character, and shape.

I am winning currently.

The one above me rose five disaster flags.

The one above me has raised three death flags.

I am currently winning.

I do often get hyper focused on things, but never on purpose, however it is hard for me to ignore bodily functions outside of hunger when doing so. As for consistency, I don’t think I have consistently done something at generally the same time every day for more than a week straight. Don’t know...

I am winning currently.

The one above me is not currently winning.

I am currently winning.

……………..:blob_facepalm: Here is what is in the image in my mind. There is a crudely made paper mache doll sitting in a foldable metal chair sitting at a grey wooden table, it has handcuffs on. It’s arms look weird, almost like the shirt was insufficientlystuffed with something, and then sewed...

The one above me lost their bed, it decided to walk on without them.

I am winning currently.

Should I describe the person witnessing this image too?

I don’t care if you redraw it, especially if you enjoyed doing so. I don’t think I mentioned the gender, so it is understandable and not really a mistake. Tbh, I didn’t think there would be folks redrawing the concept, so I didn’t give much detail on the character…

Looks great! I cannot convincingly draw someone sitting. I drew mine on a small canvas, so that minimal detail is lost when shrinking. The only thing I can criticize is knowledge hidden from you, that being that the ‘doll’ is a man with intricately styled long hair. The only cool tool I have...

Do you prefer the one with light from above, or from the side.

Pancakes are best eaten without syrup, folded like a taco.

You mean something like this for the lighting right? as for the neck, the original doll in question is made from enclosing a wooden or bone flute as the spine, and a hamster ball for the hole, in paper mache forming the rough shape of a human. Then paintin/coating that paper mache in plaster...

The one above me has yet to realize I have yet to start posting my newest story.

The one above me doesn’t eat ink pens often, but when they do they lose their red pen.