Ongezellig

I had this dream today
Wake up after smoking crack
Have breakfast
For some reason i eat all food i see
Sky becomes orange
Go down to underground of some abandoned facility, shoot some feral creatures that look like they anime girls, rescue someone who was surrounded by them

I wish Mymy would visit me in my dreams too.
I have very vivid dreams however they are all very gloomy and not so nice dreams

>>89979
teach meee how do i see 'zellig characters in my dreams!!! am i not obsessed enough? i don't get it why not me

It was revealed to me in a dream that all whites are decendents of and Aryan people who lived in a Utopia in a far away planet, that was destroyed, and settled on Earth. Earth was inhabited by Niggers and Amerindians, and Jews, who were a evil race, and masters of deciet and manipulation. The Agarthans (the name of the Alien race) started a civilization in the North Pole, later relocating to the South Pole after WW2. The people who stayed behind, mixed and evolved over time, losing connection with the Agarthans. This is where the Aryans, Slavs, Persians, and East Asian Races came from, all varied in levels of Vril (connection with the mother race, vril links and connects us to them). My dream also told me Egyptians were white, almost everything to do with prehistory race and genes were made by the Jews. Hitler was the first to unlock enough knowledge about the Mother race to begin his fight against the Jews (he was mistaken in thinking Slavs were not Aryan). After his failure in WW2, he, himmler, and other "dead" Nazi officers were updated on were Agartha had been relocated, and used Fugelrads (flying saucers) to get there. While I was not told EXACTLY where the Entrance of Agartha is, I was told the entrance was underwater, and that the civilization was inside Earth (Earth was hollow) and they used cloaking technology to make it seem like Earth was very hot. This is all true, and they said that we have to kill all the jews in order to save our race, and to leave shitskins alone, because they're to stupid to do anything without Jewish help.

Make a tutorial on how to dream ze zellig xisters

>>89990
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>>89979
Here is a guide for you Zaryans

>>89996
Thank you saar i hope it works so i can commit TND with the xisters in my dreams

>>89996
Interesting

>>89996
that's nuts, also enjoyed the video he just got this vibe? either way i shall try this today, hope to become schizo just enough to see maya OP how long did it take you for it to work like how exactly did it happen, did it take just a day or weeks or months? how exactly did you do it? it's a bit vague in there and in the paper as well

>>89996
satanic

>>89983
They're very intermittent. I don't really think about Zellig unless I draw, which is occasional. I dreamt about Mymy a couple nights before I drew this. My Ongezellig dreams happen because I actively omit thinking about Zellig when I am awake. However, this is only a theory so I can't really teach you how to do it because I have no idea why my dreams are so vivid, let alone why I dream about Ongezellig.. And in the dream, Mymy was blue, which I captured in an earlier draft of this work. She still wore the exact outfit, but my dream version had her has /calmMy/.

>>90017
>>89979
What's she built for...

>>90019
Love and affection.

>I forgot her freckles

i dreamed of porn. it was some random chick that i made on the spot and i sex'd her. it's just my pent up sexual frustrations taking into effect after not jacking off this month

>>90030
da joos sent their goy beam down on you and got you nigga. i feel terrible for you one day we'll beat them doe

>>90035
We'll need to intercept the orbital mind control laser somehow, but trust me, it is no easy task. Nasa and every government agency strictly censors any and all information about it's existence and location, and on top of that, (((they))) have also tainted the water supply with a chemical that renders you blind to a certain frequency of light that the satellite just so happens to be the color the satellite is painted over with so that nobody can see it with a normal telescope. That is all I am allowed to disclose before Mossad finds my location. Good day.

>>89979
I don't dream, is it a bad thing?

>>90045
no
real aryans shut down all brain processes except the essentials to maximize sleep gains

>>90045
Everyone dreams, multiple times exact time you sleep, and you only remember your last dream before waking up for the most part, according to science; in your case, you just have either abstract dreams too high IQ you subconsciously filter them out to not think about them, or you just don't remember them for being gibberish, like it's the case for the majority of the world

>>90182
Each* smh

>>89988
Why won't anyone reply to me? :( I spent so long on it.

>>90185
brabant wordsalad o algo

My dreams aren't that vivid but I once had a dream where I was in some mission where I had to sneak through this 3 story building to rescue someone. I forgot the first floor but at the second floor, I got someone to enter a meeting room to the left to distract someone while I snuck under a long table, then I ran through a pair of double doors then went up some stairs to the third floor, where I saw Maya and I scooped her up, ran and jumped through a boarded up window and covered her while we fell down. That was my only zellig dream and I wish I could have more

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>>90029
great art but her left hand looks kind of weird

>>90356
FUCK YOU I CAN'T UNSEE THIS SHIT NOWWWWWWWWW

>>90356
I usually look at my own hand if I draw hands. I also take pictures of them at the angles where I need them to be for my drawings. It may look weird because they are semi-realistic proportions combined with a cartoonic stylisation, but I prefer it that way.

>>90356
Erm it's actually her right Mr. Tardation

>>90361
it's on the left therefore left hand retarded ugly faggot who argues over the dumbest shit ever

>>90360
:informative:
>>90359
SORRY I JUST LIKE RUINING EVERYTHING

>>90360
I was curious about that hand so l did this, it was kind of challenging but fun
There's more to learn which is great

>>90370
Hand BVILT to press the button which enacts TBD

>>90370
built for squeezing maya

>>90370
Oh my genre-defying oekakiDEITY Drentherald...

Yeah, I love the challenge of making stylised works with features that have semi-realistic proportions. I plan on doing something similar for my next fully-rendered Ongezartwork, which may or may not be Coco...

>>90370
Is that.... Tummy... Ngh...

>>90404
Some niggas just have to ruin shit

>>90404
having a tummy fetish is just as bizarre as having a foot fetish and i'm tired of pretending it's not

>>90370
>mad that she's carrying a belgian baby

>>90443
>Mymy pleased after swallowing a platoon of Belgian soldiers
slow your roll

This thread needs an hero

>>90445
she's gonna have belgian sextuplets

>>90453
^jewish brussels lies above
Mymy vvill birth 6 Dietse supersoldiers who will enact TND TTD and TKD

>>90439
From my perspective, comparing an appreciation for the midriff area to a foot fetish is like comparing apples to oranges. I want to clarify that I consider "fetish" to be a strong term based on its definition: "a form of sexual desire in which gratification is strongly linked to a particular object, activity, or body part other than the sexual organs." Personally, I'm not sexually attracted to the midriff area at all. Instead, it's more like something I simply enjoy looking at because it's pretty, it functions as an additional element that enhances a person's overall aesthetic appeal rather than providing any sexual gratification. To illustrate this with an analogy: imagine you're enjoying the best meal of your life, it can always be improved by pairing it with a good drink. The meal stands well on its own, but the right beverage simply enhances the experience. Conversely, while a drink by itself can be pleasant, most would agree it doesn't compare to a good meal on its own. Applied to the midriff, it can be aesthetically pleasing in isolation, but it falls far short of providing the same level of attraction as other aspects of physical appeal. It's really just about visual appeal, the same way you might appreciate a nice landscape or a well-designed piece of art without any deeper meaning behind it.
The midriff area can also reveal significant information about a person's lifestyle and character. Consider the different impressions created by various body types. Someone with excess weight around the midsection versus someone very thin, someone with defined abs, or someone with an average build. The midsection serves as one of the most telling indicators of a person's habits, whether they demonstrate self-control with food or maintain the discipline required for fitness. Few other physical attributes provide such immediate insight into someone's lifestyle and mindset. Regarding comparisons to foot fetishes, my understanding (doey I lack personal experience) is that such fetishes often involve elements of degradation. The idea of being so psychologically affected that one believes they only deserve pleasure from what might be considered the least appealing part of someone's body. I find this idea sick. In contrast, appreciation for the midriff can be purely aesthetic and visual, it's just something pleasant to look at. It's difficult to derive sexual gratification from this area alone, and unlike other body parts that can provide direct physical pleasure, the midriff remains largely non-sexual in function. This makes it nearly impossible to objectify in the same way as other body parts. I would argue that this type of aesthetic appreciation might actually be healthier than attraction focused solely on, for example, facial features, which can lead to more sexually focused desires. The midriff is unique among body parts in that it cannot realistically provide direct sexual gratification, making it extremely difficult to view it as a sexual object rather than simply something nice to look at, an aesthetic element that's pleasing to the eye in the same way any beautiful visual might be.
And yes I am mindbroken and yes I was bored and had free time to write this.

>>90453
>>90455
Will die award

>>90468
everyone will die someday

>>90468
Mymy wanting to be a mother of 6 Dvtch children is a good and healthy desire and vill save the White race.

>>90439
I have both but tsmt. Gooning is bad and especially when you are gooning to teenage girls
Also bleed out or however the canadian spergs out

>>90356
that's her right hand retard

WHAT?! A TUMMY FETISH? NO WAY, MAN! I'M JUST REALLY INTO… UH… APPRECIATING THE INTRICACIES OF OUR FASCINATING GUTS! TUMMYS ARE LIKE THESE INSANELY COMPLEX, YET TOTALLY MISUNDERSTOOD PARTS OF OUR BODIES! THEY'RE… THEY'RE LIKE THESE WACKY, RUMBLING UNIVERSES HIDING INSIDE US, RIGHT? ONE MOMENT, THEY'RE ALL CHILL, PROCESSING FOOD LIKE PROS, AND THE NEXT, THEY'RE THROWING A FULL-BLOWN PARTY, MAKING BIZARRE NOISES THAT COULD WAKE THE DEAD! THEY EXPAND, THEY CONTRACT, THEY'VE GOT THEIR OWN LANGUAGE OF GRUMBLES AND GURGLES—IT'S LIKE A FREAKY CARNIVAL RIDE IN THERE! BUT, HEY, SOMETIMES I FORGET OR DON'T FEEL LIKE TAKING THOSE MEDS. IT'S A ROUTINE THING, SLIPS MY MIND. AND THEN THERE ARE DAYS WHEN I THINK, "EH, I'M FEELING FINE, I DON'T REALLY NEED 'EM TODAY." BUT THEN, THINGS START TO GET A BIT WONKY. THERE'S THIS FOG SETTLING IN, THOUGHTS JUMPING AROUND LIKE OVER-CAFFEINATED KANGAROOS, AND EVERYTHING JUST FEELS OFF. I KNOW THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO HELP, AND USUALLY, I'M ON IT, STICKING TO THE PLAN. BUT SOME DAYS, IT'S LIKE, "EH, DO I REALLY NEED THESE LITTLE PILLS?" AND THEN REALITY'S LIKE, "YEAH, BUDDY, YOU KINDA DO." IT'S THIS BALANCING ACT, TRYING TO REMEMBER TO TAKE 'EM, CONVINCING YOURSELF THEY'RE NECESSARY, EVEN WHEN EVERYTHING SEEMS ALRIGHT. BUT GOTTA STAY ON TOP OF IT, RIGHT? IT'S THIS CONSTANT TUG-OF-WAR BETWEEN FEELING OKAY AND NEEDING THAT LITTLE EXTRA HELP. AND TUMMYS, OH, THESE CRAZY, MYSTERIOUS UNIVERSES HIDING WITHIN US — THEY'RE THE BEATING HEARTS OF THIS JOURNEY! SOMETIMES THEY WHISPER SECRETS, SOMETIMES THEY ROAR LIKE A STORM, AND SOMETIMES, THEY JUST QUIETLY TURN THE WHEELS OF LIFE. BUT WHAT IF… WHAT IF THEY'RE NOT JUST HELPING? WHAT IF THEY'RE CONTROLLING? CAN'T YOU SEE? THESE PILL… THEY'RE NOT HELPING! THEY'RE TAKING OVER! MAKING ME BELIEVE I'M FINE, BUT I'M NOT! MY GUTS, THEY WHISPER, THEY SCREAM, THEY TELL ME SECRETS NO ONE ELSE HEARS! AND THESE MEDS, THEY MUFFLE THEM! THEY MUZZLE THE UNIVERSE INSIDE ME! I CAN'T TRUST THEM. I CAN'T TRUST MYSELF. IT'S A TUMULTUOUS PARADE OF MADNESS, AND I'M DANCING ON THE EDGE, TRYING TO HOLD ONTO SANITY WHILE THE TUMMYS AND THE PILLS AND THE VOICES ALL COLLIDE! CAN'T STOP… MUST STOP… THE PILLS… THE TUMMYS… INSIDE OUT… INSIDE OUT… SCREAMING… SCREAMING… WHO AM I? WHAT AM I? HELP… HELP… TTTUUUUUMMMMMMMYYYYYYSSSS