Upstaging Theo

Since I'm dealing with business opportunity and not art with attention, its only fitting that mindless upstaging is encouraged. Even authenticity is a humblebrag, nothing is innocent, I'm putting the business model on its sleeve. Intrinsic remarkability and its plastic sheen.

Don't you dare upstage me, like last time. It's my job now. The M**** shot is the most important and the most worthless thing in the world now. (is that what Kyro said?) Which side is this connection on?

Innocent sweet untruths my time is here. As it's time to be an honest clerk.

Theo's Attraction

Heroic masculinity, supererogation in its bulk. With the desire to bring out the desire of strength that can taste so toxic, yet I'm willingly willing to drink, potty mouth as it's taken.

Gulp, how it's irresistible. I shall not fantasize about Kyro any further as he cleans my dirty dishes of this matter.

Such a humble job unlike mine where I have to deliver promises to the public as being an entertainer. Of these sweet little untruths of me and my sect, and mutuals. From that lake of psalms towards what was offered by Castelle.

Why can't it be with the ditch digger.

43.25 minute documentary of masculine exploration.

Georges Ears

Gestural drawing of George grabbing his ears at two in the morning.

Those ears are a sweet spot. Sweet canal stems from where I grasp and squash down intrusive thoughts. I'm pulling them out, any placebo will do. To put away with all these panic attacks that pull me in different directions. It's used to cope with a single stead stream of saneness that drags long with my clubbed finger pads.

Ahh- ahhh.

There goes the panic attack, into the recesses of my subconsciousness as it retreats into another land. Freudian coming to bear witness with my nervousness swallowed down, a disgusting rock of stubbornness crags its way.

I, I hope this ain't going to become a habit.

Kyro's Job

Another duty for the high and mighty weirdo, weird'n aloof, as he takes his way of being an inquisitive dog. One hiding might that almost makes me growl.

This errand feels like a game now, he's gamified it, hasn't he? That rascal, that poshy toshy. Tha-

Ah, I'm at the sight now, no hidden surprise at the river station. Good, none of them will show up. I feel my health, I feel my rage, this power I've got now as these thugs have noticed that I'm cleaning after Theo's messes, what a doozy. I'm the bodyguard, the brute, the thug lifing Theo's after payments and regrets.

Swinging the shield for the threat of disarmament and to reclaim what's Theo little mistake. Electricity tingles as the fists elbows do the disarming, knocking out the lackeys that with minimal alarm.

Easy errand, easy day. With not a scratch, they didn't bring any golem disarmament.

Fake video games, horror and creepy themes. 1:55 hours. You're right, videogames have a influence. I've even done these sketches as part of the idea.

Kyro the can

Do I do to drown these Sorrows, it is all that I do today. Alcoholic anonymous? Who needs that when I've got the desire to drown in the intoxication, an intoxication that this body cannot feel as that wet slime trickles down.

Sick of pervs. The dirt of Theo creeps into me like the little cracks of this organic metal I breathe in, polished synth rubber and the skin-plastic bristle at his predatory gaze.

I'm away, yet at what cost? Is it worth it for me to be away from him when his orders art that of one's to give into?

None of it matters, the cans empty as I go ahead. Like its a f***** thug life of angry fools, mad at the desire to express himself as he's dragged down.

Tear Apart Kyro

 
That naughty aristocrat has a clean mouth, yet his sexual innuendo makes him look like paparazzi at the rugby team's locker room. I'd be not surprised if he did that.

As these mindless meditations come together, so does sleep.

There comes the dream again. Castella says this feels like the true form, yet it's only another form. I don't know what's true from my human and my true form. Invisible hooks tend to pull at the moments going. Going to be breakdown of everything.

Can't think any more, my thoughts scattered as they've reached a status as my every part of me. I'm flickering out and back in again as my being is in pieces of that dream, It's almost terrifying at first, yet then I come to as parts come again.

It's stressful, yet something as to take off the stress. I don't know what's causing it. I'm brought out of the slumber.

Theo's Divorce papers

 It stands within the attic of had the holding papers of previous, several months ago. Annice could not hold his candle.

It was that date with the pier of his excommunication as an apostate of the faith, which he separated within protestantism, and within the entertainment industry that Castelle offered. He had become something else, he does not want to be reminded right now. Not forever. Now since temptation is now part what is a slurry of lifestyle positivity.

Two corners of a mouth upwards for what is a positivity totem within his new role of patriarch of his life. He does not mind if his church of amusement is there now. Trying to separate his rhetoric with exposition of holy concepts to the fold.

Interpretations of the bibble are funky. It's a shame things have to be this way.

kyros frustration and Blender WIPS

"Comatose banality are the thoughts that come over me when I think of the dream. Between humanity and an artifice of arousal.

Arousing the slumbers of things that retreat into the night. After the dark, after the sobering days today. When it's remembered, I feel like I'm being torn apart then put back together again.

What is it like, to fulfil a million instructions and orders like you're nothing. To be pulled apart then put together like a toy car. This skull and human feeling is the only thing I have left with the artifices left by Castella.

What a fuggin life."

Me blending it up to make a head model 

This is what peak figure-it-the-fug-out looks like. Grant About and Bran Sculpts.

Standardized models to draw from, I've yet to learn retopoligize. It's a start though. 

Kyro's Cleanup

Cleaning his gloves.

 

Why do I have to clean all of Theo's messes.

Spoiled? Bratty? Castelle really has done him a favour by exhibiting his worst qualities ever since that incident, how we can't control himself in front of men now. It's like I'm seeing the real him.

Now here i am, cleaning the grime of my knuckles. Him doing another sloppy deal. It's the crud, gristle of what this thuggish body can do now.

This is all a thug's duty, a vendor's duty of fist and knuckle served like soda cans. I'm taking a needy dog for a walk that will provide a 'payment' as you will, something that will keep my life on a leash. Something about me is keeping his little mature act up with the people, the lid of his madness.

So spare me when he go to **** himself.

Kyro's aversion

What an edge case, an edge case that ain't so the f***er seems unique I think the point at this stage of banality, no.

Ab tested stuff will always go to the edge of what's acceptable to draw views, and he's going that way to reach the maximality that never really is the case.

How thirsty is it, that he will go.

Confusing remarkability with serving the sicko desires of the world. Uncrated rubbish tips over the edge within this auction environment. Where each and every kink is catered to. Is it kinking down or up? Is there any niche interest? All a spurt of dopamine, not with my own chasteness being untouched.

Trashy banality of condescending, undiscerning rot. Seedy as it is, It's Theo's business.

Kinkshaming? Grrth, A/b test shaming more like it.

Kyro's reading journey

What's this pride and prejudice.

So many new fangled concepts of timey wimey era that, even with my posture, Theo said that literacy is good for the soul. An hour of my time from all this bodyguarding.

This what a dignitary does, treats his master with the gruel work and mental enlightenment. It's the pride of the craft he does to maintain his dignity that he's paid to serve. Even if I'd love to open the doors inside me to be a more sophisticated servant, the dictionary on my smartphone can't provide me with the answers. Serviceability, service... no.

Theo's ticking hours

Sometimes he feels like he floats into a realm where his spirit will leave him, from his dream.

Theo knows he's on the end of his days, he works his body to the best, with the last of the vitality he does have. Following a full body split with a rigorous diet, dancing with his addictions.

Each sleep brings him closer to a new day, knowing that he does not have long left. So the stakes feel like it's so much dire, making it like its last.

His doctor told him he's got some more years, he does not want to believe it though. He feels that he's on the curtain call of a long run of his evangelizing entertainment.

Theo's Med Prescription

Playing around with a simpler, reductionistic method of cartooning. The umbrella genre of the visual flavour of cartooning allows many an experimentation.

 From the pill box, Theodor considered his heart medication from the time he did not want to remember. He knew he had to be there for his son. Pleasing his anger and his addiction to his own needs. He counted the pills.

Anger-management chamomile, a painkiller on the Tuesday that can be taken for his physical, and fish oils for his body.

His scepticism has been dried up, having to believe for his own problem like those as he was inundated. Dry swallowing it, he prepares for his resistance training.

Caligula bloodline within Theo

Asheal muttered to his friend. "Theo has said to have an affinity for a mad emperor. Caligula."

"That one who hired a horse and threw his audience into the arena for entertainment?" His friend said, disbelief came over him. " He wouldn't hurt anybody with such a high following!"

Asheal felt something bubbling up with a secret conversation he had, coming out a  stutter.

" I-its not like that part he's attracted to, it's this place that reminds him, of debauchery."

"You what?" It was a nervous amount, Asheal quickly rebutted.

"Haven't heard of his adult content? It's all part the influencer game."

"Oh yeah, he would, wouldn't he? My bad." The friend dismissed him, and the conversation ended after that.

Cornish Pasty Trip

 I've had to get twenty Cornish pasties this time, the Wannings bakery was having a blowout.

Yep, I'm that guy who does the servant his rounds of meals, they promised me to have the lions share, if its a sensible share. Not a garbage dump here.

That red meat of carrots and peas, along with a buttered crust really brings me back though. Can get rid of that greasy taste out of my jaw with its nostalgia. Best served with salad and red-cabbage. Red..

Red, why does my mind go to this static fog when it happens? Why is it-

This is a celebration round for the bois and other shifters there. Time to return and give em the goods.

Heeljitsu

What happens with dem heels are deadly, where the means of showing off and slaying combine.

You think this is showing off? No, Heeljitsu is designed to kill within the first strut! It's meant to put the slay in "Well, he's just doing dat walk on the runway." With no show and tell, it's meant to do what it says on the tin. Provide spice to the movements of style to align with the effectiveness of close quarter combat.

After learning the Heels dance routines, precipitants are meant to twirl and fight with their legs. The rest a dangerous puncturing instrument and the soul a meaty bludgeoning tool.

Jaime has outdone himself by learning the art.

So you've become a golem?

Hidden under Gregor Monty's bed is a book that he uses to cope with the new reality of his body. 

It's filled with body dysmorphia counselling by one of the top engineers in Brankashire, Mason Marlow. The book's back cover features a portrait of a golem face made of slate with glowing purple eyes and a friendly grin. One made of a slate as the rest, friendly!

The back cover reads:

Delirious? Confused? Dazed?

If you've come to terms with your new body, Mason, who has had his own experiences, is here to guide you on your journey toward maturity while living in harmony with the physical plane; the golem way of life.

• In this book, Mason shares anecdotes and provides insights on:The physicality and newfound powers a golem must discover.
• Society's conditions that require understanding.
• Contractual obligations and institutions you must take note of.

Learning to embrace your new reincarnation and living life to the fullest is not as challenging as it may seem, and Mason shows you how! 

Below is a quote:

'This will be your bible to understand what it means to be a golem, the shining star for us all.' - Flynn Arbuckle."

Various bookmarks are present, including sticky paper notes. One bookmark focuses on the locations of registration offices, while another pertains to job hunting. There are pencilled notes scattered on the pages, detailing thoughts of Gregor Monty related to one's own body and gaining new insights within the culture, especially in relation to both were-kind and human-kind.

Bobby's upholstery origins

Revision of this

When Bobby made his name within the local community, he could only franchise his successful venture. Providing shelter for the golem kind.

It got in early thanks to the family business, one that took blood and en
ergy to provide. With the handcrafted love of Danny's father company, Thumpers. Providing the best of place where privacy at home could be accomplished with a rest of the legs.

The distribution came for the daily newspaper, Bobby's wife knowing the buzz needed. Bringing his admiration and status up within the business news insiders and along with many entrepreneurial circles.

Work in progress of environmental design