Wip, lol.
I didn't know how to draw his snout in this angle so I just covered it up with a book. I wanted to draw his leg prosthetic because it looked so cool but its covered up by his other leg... Realistically though, I think it would have killed me if I tried to draw something that detailed.
Anyways. Putting my reference down below.
(TW: Nudity)
"Le corps d'Hector" by Jacques-Louis David
(Oh yeah btw. Inspo from @viejonardo, my favorite gilf <3. Future Donnie Design belongs to @solreeds though.)
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this wasn't originally meant to be a Meme Triptych but. well
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I-Isafrin.....kissing. pweese.
sure anonymous... ty for being the 2nd person even to put something in my inbox
inbox is still open (and will always be open) so... kicks my legs like a highschool girl
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🌈Happy Pride, y'all! 🌈
Behold, my gayest creation:
(Click the image for higher quality!)
I had the opportunity to draw the Pride Month version of the @malecdiscordserver's banner! It was an absolute struggle, but I'm super proud of myself for how it turned out and for getting it done on time. I learned so much while making this, it's ridiculous.
Please let me know what you think! 🖤
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Thinking about how, after Western Energy, after Stolas got hurt, one of the first things Blitzo did was to seek out his sister. How he tried to reach out, to help her. "Let me help you." He said, right after failing to help someone else.
And now, after Full Moon, Blitzo is once again in the position where Stolas is hurt, only this time it's much more clearly his fault, and unlike last time, Stolas is not going to be asking him to visit.
It makes me wonder if Blitzo is going to be the one seeking Verosika out. To try and reach out and make amends with someone who he might have hurt in a very similar way to how he just hurt Stolas. To say sorry, since can't say sorry the person he most wants to right now.
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not sure how to phrase this but something i have been ruminating on recently is that xue yang is strangely fragile. obviously he is also incredibly resilient. he survived, and continues to survive, impossible things. he has a million barriers between himself and the world, but none of this actually matters when it comes to what he feels. everything is personal to him. everything pierces straight through all that armor and goes right to his battered heart, the heart that no one else believes he has. that even he is not fully cognizant of. the world strikes and strikes and strikes and so he strikes and strikes and strikes back, even (especially) when the wound is something other people would not think worthy of retribution.
xue yang would never realize this- would be outraged at the concept of it- but the way everything, everything is something to rally a defense against is in itself a form of fragility. he does not know how to let go of things, or let them pass him by. passivity is death. so he is ruthlessly cruel and violent. he projects himself as a lunatic untouchable by anything you might possibly do to him, and on some level he even believes this. but in actuality he is one raw emotional wound. he never learned to separate himself from his emotions, much less process them. the volatility is not so much insanity as it is the constant lashing out of an animal in a trap, and the trap is the world, and the trap is himself, and he is never going to get out. and like so much else, this pain is just part of the background radiation of his life. it hardly registers. to be able to register the hurt, you would have to be able to register a time in which you were not hurt.
i feel like it is a fragility that could blossom into such tenderness, given exactly the right set of circumstances. how at the very first touch of softness in his life he fell into a domesticity from which he never recovered. how much was there, still, to be salvaged from the cruelty. on some level i am always thinking about the little apple bunnies. about the meal for daozhang and the straw in a-qing's bed.
it was too little, too late. it shattered like glass when the world intruded back in. but the tenderness was there. no one, least of all xue yang, knows what might have happened had it been unearthed in him any sooner.
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You saying you associate Vitus with mice/rats makes me imagine tiny Vitus sitting in Fulgrim‘s hand or on Fulgrim‘s shoulder (my siblings used to have rats and mice and with the nicer ones you could do that)
they're literally so inseparable its tooth rottingly cute
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i'm at an age now where i can sleep wrong on my shoulder and then sit up and have a muscle RRRRRIP without moving or stretching it at all. it's fun to get older and i don't want to be dead.
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