You fuckers better compliment my art
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AND NOW I KNOW HOW JOAN OF ARC FELT, NOW I KNOW HOW JOAN OF ARC FELT
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My interpretation of “In The Desert” by Stephen Crane
Please credit me if you repost elsewhere. @saintavangeline (all socials)
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Owe Zerge "Saint Sebastian", executed circa 1933-1935 Oil on canvas
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[ID: Four digital drawings of Basira, Martin, and Jon from S5 of TMA. Basira is a tall, fat woman with brown skin and curly dark brown hair. Martin is a short, fat white man with greying brown hair, a scraggly beard, and glasses. Jon is tallest and thin with silver, curly hair in a bun, a patchy beard, glasses, and scars across his body. All three are caked in dried blood and miscellaneous grime. In the first drawing, Basira stands with a gun pointed at Martin, with Jon standing nonchalantly behind him with a red glowing halo above him. Basira says “Prove you’re really Martin Blackwood”, Martin asks “How?” and Jon says “You could do a poem. >:3c” In the second, Basira looks on judgmentally as Jon and Martin embrace. Basira says “You done?” with a scribbly aromantic flag below her speech text, and Jon replies “Can we not have a moment?” In the third drawing, the three are walking side by side, Martin and Jon holding hands. Martin says “He needs to do it, and if he doesn’t…”, Basira offers “He gets constipated?” which Jon interrupts “Hardly.” Martin concedes “… actually yeah basically.” In the last, the three of them are seemingly asleep sitting up. Martin has one arm around Jon’s shoulder, his cheek smooshed against the top of Jon’s head. Basira leans against Martin’s other side. Both Martin and Basira look restless. Jon’s eyes are open, bloodshot, and leaking a suspiciously bloody substance as they glow red in the darkness. There is a red glow around all three of them. End ID.]
mlm/wlw hostility my beloved
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The Curse of Metropolis part 22
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Transcript:
Saint: Please, do not worry about me.
Hunter: Is... that why you said you can't throw spears? You're recovering from that injury?
Saint: No...
Saint: Feel my arm. I am physically very frail. I always have been.
Hunter: Oh wow
Hunter: You know, it takes a lot to survive out here, even for a hunter like me. You might be fragile, but you've survived, even with that injury. That's pretty impressive. You're even willing to help me. In these conditions.
Hunter: Thank you, for that.
Hunter: I'm gonna fill up on food. We can keep going after that.
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YAYYYY after much goofing around i settled on this. i really do like how the tattoo came out. lots of experimenting in this picture tbh. but getting to draw muscles is always fun
we lost the plot a few times but. we got there eventually
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And is there a God up there? So, where does he hide?
Doing some style studies based on @/katabay's comic work. I highly recommend you check out their stuff, if you haven't seen it before.
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