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blood-and-mud · 4 months
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I hold you in a sea of silence...
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Character belongs to @gatobob
This art was mainly inspired by a beautifully sounding song by Rain Tree Crow but I underestimated the complexity of the English language.
Thank you to the kind stranger who educated me, it means a lot.
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blood-and-mud · 4 months
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Just Lawrence being his sad self.
The boy belongs to @gatobob
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blood-and-mud · 4 months
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Lawrence after a minor inconvenience
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blood-and-mud · 5 months
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Sketching Law as an absolutly normal and happy human being actually heals my mental illness. I'm nearly cured.
baby boy belongs to @gatobob
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blood-and-mud · 5 months
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His reasoning for tattoos is fr my favorite part of the character, it shows how far he has fallen without a way of going back, and this distinct reminder of him wanting to distance himself from his actions is staying on his body as long as the body stays with him. Which is counterintuitive!! and so him!!!
I also think he does not fully understand the process his body is undergoing (in btd2), so, even if he does not think straight, he still permanently (!) marks his body with his regrets, yet it shows that he really has no intention to stop doing it and regretting it. It will stay with him.
...Maybe someone said it already, or maybe i'm overthinking it i need some sleep hahah
The fact that Lawrence wants to distance his arms from himself via the tattoos/not thinking of them as part of his body is his mind dissociating as a way of protecting himself from his own actions
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Look at this deer
Strade knows his actions are wrong but he does not care. Lawrence knows they are wrong too and he does care but he does them anyway. Which is freaky in its own right. And Ren is a complicated other story tbh
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blood-and-mud · 5 months
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you know those “where will you shit the hardest” videos
this right here, right there, this is where i will go
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blood-and-mud · 5 months
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blood-and-mud · 5 months
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Lawrence just vibing with the peaceful outdoors and plants~
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blood-and-mud · 5 months
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i love that guy. low rents...
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blood-and-mud · 6 months
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blood-and-mud · 6 months
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blood-and-mud · 6 months
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Vent Writing, Lawrence Oleander
“What are you?”
They say the eyes are the window to the soul, revealing the depths of one's being within a single glance and yet, in Lawrence’s eyes there was nothing to be seen, there was no trace of a mortal soul remaining. Instead, he only physically resembled a human and even that was a faulty mask, a body devoid of purpose and burdened by the weight of existence. A bittersweet smile broke out on his face, not an expression of genuine joy, but rather a manifestation of his inability to fathom his mother's piercing question: "What are you?" Did she perceive him as a threat, a monster in disguise to be feared? Was this cruel question an attempt to purposely upset him or perhaps she really thought of him a stranger in her own home? She wasn’t exactly wrong to ask that, what was he? Not even he had the answers to that. They had pushed him to the shadows, treating him like a shameful secret that must be concealed from the world. Instead of seeking to understand him, they chose to ignore his very existence, sweeping him under the rug of their collective consciousness which probably only made him develop into the odd, poor, and pathetic excuse of a human he is today. It was only when his emotions erupted suddenly when he could no longer bottle it up anymore, unleashing uncontrollable meltdowns that not even he could decipher, that his family was forced to acknowledge his presence. His laughter haunted the rooms, endless laughter dripping from his lips, he has finally gone mad, his mother could see in that very moment how lost Lawrence became in his own head. In those moments of vulnerability and chaos, a glimpse of his inner workings became undeniable. Yet, even then, it was only more reason for his family to mistreat him. Lawrence longed for acceptance, for someone to see beyond the facade he had constructed to shield himself from a world that couldn't comprehend his complexities. He yearned for his family to embrace him, faults and all, to be able to have someone to see him and not think to him as a monster. But until that day arrived, he would continue to wander through life, a solitary figure caught between the realms of existence and nothingness, he is after-all just a pathetic boy.
(This is a vent post btw sorry for the ramble been going through some stuff with my parents and my mood swings have been absolutely terrible lately :,D)
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blood-and-mud · 6 months
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Stained with blood, and always will be.
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Version with a ponytail cause it's cute:
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blood-and-mud · 6 months
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blood-and-mud · 6 months
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Come walk this way
Don’t look away
Invite me in
So I can stay
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
(Dracula - Ghost Town)
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blood-and-mud · 6 months
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Martin Blackwood
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blood-and-mud · 6 months
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put the Archivist in a washing machine call that Jonathan Spins
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