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uknon2n · 10 months
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It all feels so fuzzy to me.
My memories look so stiff and blurry, like I was in some sort of accident as they occurred. It feels that way as well - my insides are they're churning as I remember the bare minimum of his face.
I remember the last thing he did to me. It was humiliating. That's the only reason why it hurts so much. It's confusing and humiliating. And I don't seem to understand why it happened so often before, and I hadn't noticed.
He convinced me that the world wasn't worth living without him. I believed it so much that I almost removed myself from existence when his words dug through me; when I thought everything was my fault.
Afterward, I just felt constrained. Powerless. Degraded. It's easy to tell when you have no control over a situation, but it's much more of a chore to actually comes to term with.
I didn't want to be known like I did, but I had no control to change their minds. To see how I felt, to know what I almost lost.
And now I'm here.
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clerk427 · 5 months
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An open love letter to the entire Faith the unholy trinity fandom off sorts. I present to you.....
John in the style of 9 different artist!
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(Keep in mind this is a style study. And although the whole thing was drawn by me, please please PLEASE check out the artists whose style I tried out. Thank you!)
This was SUCH a fun experience! I honestly love our fandom, and I adore how unique everyone's style and perception of John is. Says a lot about society or smth.
And even though I probably didn't do justice to all the art styles, I really hope they are recognizable.
Also, you might've noticed an empty spot in the end. Well, it's for you! Naturally, I wasn't able to include every artist, but I hope you will be interested in taking a spin at this yourself. Thank you and good luck!!!
A closer look, links and notes under the cut
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@trashprinceward
I adore how soft this version of John looks, he seems so trustworthy and kind, gah. The shading style is surprisingly difficult, but I hope I managed to pull it off:) I also adore Prince's AUs hehehe
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@rokiro99
A very unique colouring style!! I've seen a few versions of how this artist draws John, but decided to stop on this one. His face is so adorableeeee. I also LOVE the use of liturgical clothing and themes!!
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@karamielo
Eeeeep I love how they use colours in their works and how well they use composition??? Like omg. Such such pretty works, I hope they create even more art
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@justcommander
I lovvve how game-adjacent this artist's style is. I also love the way they (I'm so sorry, I'm not sure about the pronouns) draw hands and use body language. Also, the father and children AU??? Muah.
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@shu-bullshit
I'm not even pretending I managed to pull this one off, I bit so much more than I could chew. But I couldn't not try, I almost every time I see their use of coloured pencils and watercolours, I just can't. Love love love
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@zzoupz
So. As far as I can tell, Zoup doesn't use this style TOO often, but it wasn't leaving my head, I had to try. The artist did so much for the fandom, the Gary ask blog is such a treat. Yum
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@genesissaturna
Hee hee he's so shapes. The legs. Beautiful. I wasn't sure about the colouring style since I only saw lineart done by this artist, so I decided to use the in-game ones. I hope they do more art, it's so unique and makes me happy!:)
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@hammy-art
Wet cat John. Silly. A little pathetic, but in a nice way. I feel like I didn't make the lineart the way he does, it is usually more gentle, but I still hope it will suffice. Also my God he does amazing backgrounds, which I sadly can't portray here. (A personal thank you for giving me the courage for doing self-inserts)
Annnd that's it! I thank you for everything and I hope this whole thing will somehow inspire you. Keep doing art, let the world see your vision! Also go draw a pathetic blue priest /j
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ca-8 · 1 year
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𝙳𝚇𝚃𝙴𝚁 (2)
First time; five-thirty in the morning.
Second time; six forty-five.
Third; seven-ten. 
Fourth; seven-fifty. 
Fifth; seven fifty-five. 
And all throughout the rest of the day-every hour, at a frequent least of every fifteen minutes-her first beloved would talk to his mechanical, almost sentient assistant. What they discussed, she did not know; all she could see were his lips move as he spoke to either a comically oversized computer screen or its detailed-oriented body. Depended on if he wanted to work in one place or had to be on the move. 
She followed right behind them. Behind each screen crafted by his hands, the sweat that was secreted from each thread of skin, and the blood that would mistakenly seep out from a rushed, wishful rarity. Oftentimes, she pretended to know what they were saying, perhaps in a desperate attempt to hear his voice once more. Her memory of it was slipping, she feared, but she thanked the strings of fate for letting her see him as much as she wanted. 
“What are you making today, my beloved?” her empty voice called out. A hand reached toward the screen. She rubbed a thumb over his figure, which was working tirelessly from afar. A smile stretched on her lips as her eyes trailed from him and to the golden brown color of her hand; if it weren’t for his light, she would have forgotten what she had looked like. “Do you know what I look like?”
It’s not him, you idiot. This one has no idea you exist. The one you once wanted to become one with thinks you’re dead.
...Even so...
Was it all in vain? She could do whatever she wants now. At least, soon, she will. Maybe once Nimmy has proven to be successful with the CORE, both of them could visit here, in the world born from unfortunate memories.
Memories that shouldn’t have existed in the first place. 
He stood up, and a smile graced his face. She felt her half burst with joy; it was a smile to die for. Maybe literally, in this case. The giant screen in front of him glowed, displaying blueprints of technology she couldn’t really understand. 
Except for one thing. 
One thing.
One thought conspired against my will.
Can I see him with this?
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kleptoppuppy · 11 months
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@illusionaryneil tagged me to spell out my name with song titles and then tag 10 others!!! Im gonna use my main 2 names
M E L and V R I S :D
pspsps to @groovy-apollo, @grubcats, @smsnsa, @dismyzz, @dillytopia, @jellodroplet, @themorrisworm, @witchlover34, @genesissaturna and @stopthesun ! if you see this and wanna do it go right ahead :3
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genesissaturna · 2 years
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∅About My Art∅
!Commissions closed!
DM for questions about commissions.
Warning: art may contain foul language, gore, suggestive jokes or imagery, body horror, and accurate human anatomy (artistic, not NSFW). I won't tag any of it though bc 1. I will never remember to and 2. Use language too often and the rest might become common, I'll get tired of tagging em. If these make you uncomfy, be on ya way and find another doofus to follow, glad to have ya while you were here!/gen
Constructive criticism is encouraged, but hate comments can and will be deleted.
Draws a lot of: my persona, Gothic Literature, and whatever other bullshit comes to my head.
All art of mine must be credited in the following format:
Art by @genesissaturna
-last updated 1/22/24
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uknon2n · 10 months
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The Racial Threat Against Me and Why This Situation Reminds me of it
@genesissaturna is my ex-boyfriend. We broke up because he turned out to be emotionally abusive against me, using me to cheat on his current partner, and I guess drew a picture of our breakup as a mockery of me. I've already posted about it, but here it is again:
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Of course anyone would get upset at their drawing a picture of them that's basically used for mockery and posting it online for others to see. But the anger felt deeper than that, and I've been wondering why. Now I know.
Back in 8th grade when I lived in Arizona, toward the end of the year, my mother decided to style my hair a certain way where it was split up into ponytails. During my last class when it was almost time to go, I wasn't paying attention and was looking down at my phone when one of my classmates took a picture of me without my permission. That picture was then edited where a Neo-nazi symbol was drawn over my hair, and it was shared all over the school as a sign of mockery. (Yes, I am African-American) This was at Coronado K-8 school in Tucson. My parents got me out of the school since the student only got suspended for a few short days; they didn't feel like I was safe being there.
That picture made me feel deeply paranoid and ashamed of myself. One of the people I knew said that some of our classmates were laughing at the picture and calling me overweight. It felt like everyone, even the friends I made there, were against me. 
This is why I'm deeply upset at this picture. I know it was posted a few months ago, but as I've just seen it recently, it triggered a deeply upsetting memory from my past and I feel like I needed to be vocal about it. While it isn't a mockery of my race, it's a mockery of something equally important - myself. 
It feels like I'm in eighth grade all over again, where many people are laughing at me just because I am who I am, and I'm completely powerless. 
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