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Stephen Maturin according to Jack!

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This started as me wanting to draw Stephen sucking at sports, but.. well.. One thing let to another, and here we are!

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“Certainly [our] Lawrence was very if not entirely homosexual. We thought we were being very daring at the time: Lawrence and [Ali]…” - (director David Lean)

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Inspired by the lovely fic Pray for Us Sinners by @distracteddream! The descriptions were so good I had to draw this 🤭

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Stained glass ao3 logo :P

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✨ A kiss in the rain ✨

Merging the rain prompt and pride month together to make something soft 🥺💕

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helly rrrrr

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20 minute doodle: Tom

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Dale Cooper: Who’s the lady with the log?

Sheriff Truman: We call her the Log Lady.

Pencil and watercolour, 2023. Hard to tell from a scan, but this watercolour is tiny compared to my usual work 🦉 🪵 ☕️ 🥧 🌲 ⛰️ ❤️ 🖤

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And now we back to the square one

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Lokius Week Day 5 Drabble: Memories Retained

@lokiusweek Prompts: S2 EP1 / reunions / praise / memory loss

A tangle of green timelines glowed overhead. Standing before the golden throne, Mobius' breath caught when Loki's eyes finally raised to meet his.

After taking a deep, rattling breath, Loki spoke in a voice broken with disuse. "It's been millennia…since I've shared the company of another."

Mobius' heart sank, along with his hopes of what their reunion could be. "Oh. Then…you probably don't remember me, do you?"

For a moment, Loki's brow twitched into a confused frown, but his expression quickly gave way to soft fondness instead. "My dearest Mobius," he whispered tenderly, "You are all I remember."

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you have 90 minutes to complete.

@lokiusweek 2025 - Day 6/Extra Prompts: What Might Have Been (in/sp)

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The Truman Show (1998), dir. Peter Weir

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'My coat I can shift, and even my shirt and stockings,' said Stephen. 'But these are my only good shoes.' 'You ought to have put on an old pair, if you wished to go a-diving,' said Professor Graham, who had not studied moral philosophy in vain. 'Or even half-boots. I should not be altogether unwilling to lend you a pair, although they have silver buckles; but they must necessarily be too big.' 'That is of no importance,' said Stephen. 'They can be stuffed with handkerchiefs, paper, lint. So long as the heels and toes press against a firm but yielding support the external dimensions of the shoe do not signify.' 'They were my grandsire's,' said Professor Graham, taking them from a cloth bag, 'and at that time it was usual for men to add a couple of inches to their stature by the means of cork heels.' Stephen's 'cello, though bulky in its padded, sea-going sailcloth case, was not a heavy instrument, nor had he any shyness about carrying it through the public streets. It was not weight or embarrassment that made him pause and gasp and sit down on steps so often, but mere agony. His theory on the size of shoes was mistaken and it had proved to be so within a very short space of time, the evening being uncommonly warm, while his only clean, wearable stockings were made not of silk but of lamb's wool. His feet, already cramped by the unnatural heels, swelled in the course of the first two hundred yards, and began to chafe, blister, and grow raw even before he reached the crowded, cheerful Strada Vescovo. His staggering progress gave the impression that he was drunk, and a little group of whores and street boys kept him company, hoping eventually to profit from this state of affairs.

'Calor, rubor, dolor,' he said, sitting down again at a street corner under the gently-lit image of St Rocco. 'This cannot go on. Yet if I take off my shoes, I cannot carry them and the cello too: on the other hand any of these wicked boys might run off with them, and then what should I say to Graham? Again, I am unwilling to trust the instrument to their careless hands: the bag must be nursed in both arms, like a tender, ailing child. If only there were a good-humoured girl among these trumpery queans… but they seem a hard-faced set entirely. I am on the horns of a dilemma.

--Treason's Harbour

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lokius week day 3 - the archives 📁

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@lokiusweek 2025 - Day 7: AU day