So I drew another fucking orc.
And after ridiculous amounts of hesitation, I am showing him to the world.
This is my take on Azog the Defiler. He was only briefly mentioned in the Hobbit book, however was turned into a major antagonist in the movies. I did like the fact that the movies indicated he was an "older breed" of orcs that is less disfigured and more powerful, but other than that I kinda imagined him a bit differently. So there he is.
There is one super edgy element here - this version of Azog "decorates" his armour with pieces of armour that belonged to the warriors he killed 🤷♀️
Also I guess this could be a younger version of this character, considering how ridiculously nice and smooth he turned out.
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I love how anticlimactic some scenes in TSS can be. Like you’ll have some random powerful villain and the heroes cowering in fear, then there’s a 10 second awkward pause as the villain writes on signs to get the point across
And then the sign will be something stupid like “I HATE YOU”
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Country roads, take me home.
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Comic about walking in Greater / Victoria (not so much about downtown and more about residential areas). Honestly you're lucky if even one side of a road has a sidewalk at all here.
It is also so dark here at night it's frightening, I nearly took a spill like this today in the dark which is Worse.
I've been walking a lot, like 8km a day on average (yikes) and in rain boots which is not good on my feet so I'm going to try to quit it until I get better shoes ;~; Its looking likely I will be here longer than anticipated (again) so I'd better start looking. In positive news, I guess, it means some more culture shock comics about BC? Haha.
As always Victoria belongs to the lovely and talented @orcanadian-blog
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shots of storm clouds while moving
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Country roads
Take me home
To the place i belong
Our house in the middle of
West virginia
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Missing home.
Yet home doesn’t exist like this anymore.
There is a special kind of ache when we long for the things we will never see again.
A kind of hollow longing that in the end reminds us that time is always passing.
Nothing stays the same.
Cycles shift.
We move on.
Yet a part of us is always left behind.
Trapped behind the empty windows.
Collecting dust.
Longing for the places we once called our own.
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Country roads, take me home...
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was looking at clothes and thought “i’d love to wear this if i actually liked my body” and then i started crying
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Finally got this guy done ~ he’s a happy guy
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