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Look at them !! Buy from them !! Enjoy drawings from them !!

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Banger

Back in my Saw era have an OC

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me as the postal dude. bleh

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I need someone to sing lme Chiquitita. Le moral dans les chaussettes là

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#they babies #look it's my lover who did that

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redrew one of my favorite images 💀

this was the original

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So, lol quick intro... I am a huge fan of Haddock, and I have this theory based on The Red Sea Sharks that he started out as an engineer before switching to deck crew and became a captain. I am working on a fan comic of young Haddock in an AU where he is working as a chief engineer aboard the merchant vessel Kharon. I might make a separate tumblr page for just the finished pages when I reach that point, it's still in development, but you'll be seeing a lot of both older Haddock and young Haddock aka Archie. I adore drawing them ✨️ And I love dabbling with AUs, so you'll see a lot of them, too 🤣

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Little water bottle customisation

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Y'all see the vision yes?

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Tintin's, Chang's and Snowy's sleeping arrangement. If anyone crosses The Border, Snowy will bark. Tintin needs to hear Chang snoring in order to properly sleep. Chang struggles sleeping if he's alone (if Tintin's not around, he needs Snowy.) They're fine. They're all completely okay

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Sketch for the role swap AU Im writing! Well its just gonna be a oneshot but atill I liked the idea.

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"I'm okay, Tsu. Just cold."

Recovering sickly Shinya post war👍

Also yes I traced my own sketch of a different ship lol

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Can I offer a protective Allan in these trying times?

CW: Being a burden/annoying

WC: 505

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Sakharine scoffed. “That idiotic and obstinate mindset of yours will land you at the bottom of the sea.” His tone turned sweet, persuasive. “Come now, be sensible! A man like Allan does not have the patience to have a child following him around asking questions. He has no time for such annoying burdens.”

Allan expected another sharp remark. Maybe even physical violence, as Shadow had shown an affinity for both. But Shadow’s response was far more sickening and left a hollow ache deep in Allan’s chest.

Shadow flinched.

Allan exchanged a glance with Tom, who stared back with a mix of pain and anger.

Guess I know one of her weaknesses now.

Allan felt no triumph in the revelation, just a sinking feeling in the pit in his stomach. He despised empty victories, and this was certainly one of those.

“Enough,” he growled.

He tried pulling Shadow back into him, hoping to offer some comfort. Some reassurance that that wasn’t how he viewed her at all.

But Shadow jerked out of his grip, heading for the door and shoving Tom out of the way as the man tried to comfort her. The door slammed behind her, Tom wincing at the sound.

“Tom,” Allan ordered. “Keep an eye on her.”

Tom nodded and quickly left the room, yelling Shadow’s name.

Allan turned to Sakharine, itching to drive his fist through the man’s skull or maybe put a bullet through it. “What the fuck was that about?” he spat.

Sakharine threw him a scornful look. “Mind you tongue-“

“Mind your own,” Allan interrupted. “Shadow is not a burden to me, or anyone else on this crew!” His voice rose, white-hot anger burning just beneath his skin. “You have no right to treat her like that because you’re pissy that she doesn’t trip over herself trying to appease you!”

“Look at that, the mutineer has a soft spot,” Sakharine sneered. He prodded Allan with his cane, the blade still sheathed but the threat still very much present. “Mind how you speak. That girl may know the events, but she doesn’t know the location of the treasure. Any loyalty to her or faith in her is misguided and ill-placed.”

Allan stepped forward, and felt a deep sense of satisfaction as fear flickered in Sakharine’s eyes and the older man staggered back. “Don’t think for a second I won’t kill you,” he warned, voice now deadly soft. “Don’t think for a second your money or status makes you invulnerable. I could give the word and my crew would tear apart without hesitation.” His next words scarcely rose above a whisper. “While you’re still alive.”

“Get��� get away from me,” Sakharine choked out, the crack in his voice destroying any visage of bravery.

“You may control the money, and the law, but you do not control me.” Allan straightened and turned away. “You would do well to remember that, boss.” Spitting the last word like poison, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door so hard the window shattered.