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[obsessor-of-beautiful-things]

...So THIS is the ideal Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde?

I saw an image were multiple actors who've played Sherlock Holmes where put together using Morphthing in order to create the "ideal" Sherlock. And I wondered if anyone had done that for the madman himself.

Really surprised with how smooth the final images became!

Actors featured:

John Barrymoore from the 1920 silent film

Fredric March from the 1932 film

Spencer Tracy from the 1942 film

Jason Flemyng (Jekyll) from The Leauge of Extraordinary Gentlemen (2003) and Sam Witwer (Hyde) from Once Upon a Time (2006) I couldn't find any good images of LXG Hyde, and I wanted someone with similar mutton chops to be in the mix. :)

Robert Cuccioli from the musical

John Malkovich from 1996's Mary Reilly

And Tom Bateman from the 2015 ITV series!

[yuurionviktor]

I love drawing harrow so much

[fp-am]

karma !

(Victim AvA)

I hate posting my art w the AI filter over it. It kills me bc it just looks weird but whatever man as long as my art isn’t spoonfed into a machine that shits out 6 fingers abominations

Also smaller note this is my first time using perspective!!!! please don’t bully me!!! :,) /silly

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[glowingsand]

tiny bokutos <3

[mossy-paws]

If you're doing requests still, can I get a Broker drawing? The world needs more of him

Okay so. Hear me out. Phighting mermaid au

(closeup)

[kursedmayo]

BREAKING NEWS: One Of New York's Turtle Teen Hero Re-injures Shell After An Absolute Failure Of A Stunt, Given Mocking Awards as Punishment (and House Arrest)

"He never learns." Local veteran haunted by a phantom of his dead brother laments.

'The face of regret' [Photo: Leonardo Hamato]

(Inspo from @viejonardo. Dudes behind it are a goldmine for drawing ideas)

[dafry-shenanigans]

The secret trio ready for some action!

[skitskatdacat63]

"Non paeniteo potitus."

+ details & process

And, process !!

The jump btwn the second to last and last always surprise me whenever I make one of these because I always forget to take snapshots after I start painting. It's always like: oh yeah heres the lineart with some colors- BOOM fully finished✨️

What he's holding are the Austrian imperial scepter and orb, seen below:

I was going to draw the crown too but decided I don't hate myself that much(maybe some other day), and gave him a golden laurel crown, bcs I'm obsessed with that as a motif, and also its very remincient of the boy king statue that started this whole thing!

There's some symbolism of this, both intentionally but also just historically. I love that the orb represents that the monarch is holding the world in their hand, basically every old monarchy has one of those, and I think it's very cool for symbolism. But also bcs of that, I was forced to basically draw catholic fanart so, you win some you lose some. The star halo above him head is both to reference those religious statues with star crowns(I saw them a lot in Europe and they imprinted onto my brain), as well as: his four championships of course!

[twinstxrs]

thinking about kageyama’s “it’s the setter’s job to break the wall in front of the spiker” in reference to how kenma sponsoring hinata while he’s in brazil and onwards is effectively doing that on a financial level. once a setter always a setter.

[wantbytaemin]

you haven’t had a true test of patience if you haven’t ironed linen clothing with pleats or frills

[eurobeatremix]

Me as Shimada Death at Anime Detour!

[sleepis4theweak]

Can someone who's watched The Usagi Chronicles tell me real quick what the characters are like? I have a comic idea and dialogue all sketched out, but I don't actually know who to assign what lines to... (for his friends).

Like who would absolutely call him out on his bullsh*t, no hesitation? And who would be supportive?

[icewindandboringhorror]

More misc. daily life pictures and such

[fenori]

the chokehold this man and game have on me

[o-wyrmlight]

A Toast to the Pigs Chapter 10--The Haunted House of Martinaise--is out! Featuring some extra HTML work to make the ASL a little bit more accessible to be understood while reading the story. And thank goodness, too, because there's quite a lot of it in this chapter. Brief mention of suicide here.

Fuzzy. Swaying. Tired head and vague impressions of existence. Your head hurts and your eyes are swollen. Your face feels too warm for comfort. Your face feels like fever. Blip in, blip out. Sway on your feet. You’re going through the motions and searching for tiny things to attract your attention, dredging your mind from the quiet depths it lingers within. The hurricane lingers: You used to be a gym teacher. You used to be good at what you do. You used to teach them how to lift right, and now you can’t even do that properly. Did you even teach them properly? How many of your former students got hurt from improper practice? How many died under a barbell? How much does that incompetence translate into now? Couldn’t teach right, couldn’t cop right, couldn’t love right, and now look at you—washed up and whining like the pitiful animal you don’t want to be anymore. You can’t even push people away right. You don’t even want to push them away because you’re too scared to be alone. And now he hates you a little more because of what you said. Can’t apologize properly. Can’t find the words. Just give it some time. They will come to you. Apologizing is something you’ve always been good at.

It was just a square room.

Just a square room. A square room with old, dusty wooden floors and rotting wallpaper peeling off of dirty white bricks. It was just a room with a single blue office chair, nestled on a carpet of unfolded cardboard. The cardboard was clean. So was the chair. So was the tiny pair of boots half a meter away.

Just a square room.

Instinctively, he lifted his light to the rafters, beam flickering across the wooden timbers. There wasn’t a single wisp of lingering fiber or stripped wood. The chair wasn’t in this peculiar place as the aftereffect of a suicide. He didn’t know why he thought it would be: The cardboard was clean. That’s right, there was cardboard. Suicide wouldn’t need cardboard.

Cardboard was to catch the blood, and death by hanging didn’t tend to bleed.