If I had a nickel for every Hunter's character who lost a mom, killed a man, had a relationship with a teacher, I'd have two which isn't much but it's weird that it happened twice.
[Alt ID: A drawing, mostly blue in color scheme. Ed Teach from Our Flag Means Death lays or is falling with his hair untied and billowing above/behind his head. Only his forehead is visible of his face. His arms are extended above his head, tangled in bright red threads that have cut into his skin. Muscle and bone are exposed on his fingers and wrists, glowing red and gold. Dark red blood flows from the cuts, sometimes running along the threads. The red threads leave Ed’s hands to the bottom left and upper right of the image, from his body/heart, and to an unknown destination, perhaps evoking the red string of fated lovers. His hair covers most of the canvas behind his arms, dark blue with darker shadows and glowing blue lines. Some of the hair runs over his left arm. The hair has a water-like texture to it, and where the strands end, the hair transforms into white ocean surf and foam. In the upper left corner a dark octopus tentacle curls around one of the strands of hair, a promise and threat of what is to come. There are three images below of close ups. From left to right: the tentacle, cuts in left hand fingers, glowing bone and muscle cut and hair over Ed’s left arm. End Alt ID]
Okay! I am closing my pride requests for the time being, I’ve got a good amount in my inbox and I don’t want to go overwhelming myself or anything since I would like to do as many of these as I can!
I’m keeping my inbox open in case people want to send other stuff in, but unless I clear out the ones I currently have I won’t be taking anymore pride doodle requests!
Every time I see that G--gle phone photoshop commercial my heart is filled with infinite sadness, like, yeah it's cool you can have a good family photo, it's cool you can do that, but god, there is something to be said for the honesty of a family photo where you're blinking, or crying, or have ugly wrinkles.
What is too unsightly for you? Would you swipe-click-replace out the image of my cousin crying on our Florida trip family reunion photo? Would you remove the plastic snake I have clenched in my grip, which I still have to this day? Would you scoff at the wrinkles around our eyes and the strands of hair on our faces as we squint into the wind, the day before the massive storm? Would I remember it if I didn't have these reminders, if the picture was perfect and clean, all children in a row with perfect gleaming white tombstone tooth smiles? No tears. No plastic snake.