#but in my art he must suffer
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“Everything in him recoiled. The water was cold against his legs. His body had gone numb and yet he could still feel the wet give of his brother’s rotting flesh beneath his hands. It’s shame that eats men whole. He was drowning in it. He was drowning in the Ketterdam harbor.”
#kanej#kaz brekker#illustration#six of crows#soc#leigh bardugo#shadow and bone#I love him so much#he’s a rat bastard#he’s the smartest person in the room#he won’t quit#he’s trying#the slat fight scene lives in my head rent free#it’s my favorite bit of showing his full character the ‘look no hands’#giving ‘I’m still standing’ by Elton John#I love characters that brush the blood off their face and still get up#all that to say is my head I love to imagine him happy#but in my art he must suffer#oh also peep Jan’s stolen tie pin
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when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process
#obi-wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#maybe obi-wan just read the outline for the next wip#why do i love to torture him so#one of my fav fanfic genres has to be meta fic horror#just imagine. how deeply disturbing it must be to find out you're a fictional character#somebody has *intentionally* written all those horrors onto you#and it wasn't even the guy who created you#he did his part. but the ppl who love it most to ruin your life and see you suffer are your fans#it's not enough that there's prob a lot of jedi rpf around in the gffa already. scarred obi-wan for life#lmao drawing anakin like this gave me so many flashbacks to my old ocs where almost every male character had that hair#also i have a job interview in one hour dsdsfhjgj#my art#prahacat draws
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#oc#alek#hi i havent been around much lately#first piece of art in over a month so i am quite rusty#and i think i made alek a little too pretty here but i dont remember how to draw him.. or its just the hair that doesnt fit him#but continuing the tradition of drawing alek with my hairstyle so he must suffer#i havent had hair this long before and you sure do find your hairs *everywhere* and it is hateful#annnnyyway i hope u like im hoping to get more active w art but im also really enjoying viddy games as of late lols
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im gonna write my thoughts about this in the tags
#look it makes me real nervous when actors interact with fanart i made#i feel a little less nervous when it comes to mr o'neill bc its clear he enjoys all this and shares fanart that is much hornier than this#i made and posted this drawing nearly 1.5 years ago so my man must have dug a bit to find it <33#and of all art i made of izzy i kind of wanted him to see this one the most#bc i love this character and i see his suffering and i want him to be freeee#and this was an exploration of what that sense of freedom would look like on him#(also an excuse to draw his chest hehe)#hope mr o'neill appreciated it!@!!!!!#despite the initial shock of seeing his name pop up in my notifs#im so pleased haha#i love him1!!!!#ofmd#izzy hands#con o'neill
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He tends to wander off
#heart pirates#one piece#trafalgar law#my art#extreme measures must be taken#child! leash! child! leash! child! leash!#I s2g they spend more time away from him than with him#you KNOW bepo suffers and gets all 🥺🥺 the longer he’s gone#law: so I’m going to go to this island alone for like 6 months#the heart pirates: 😒😒😒 again?
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Bro never gets a break
Go read For the Forgotten ones and Spilled Ink on ao3, they’re really good (make sure to mind the tags tho)
#stay safe y’all#ink is just silly#why must he suffer#I hope he gets a smoothie after everything#ink sans#spilled ink#memories of a protector#for the forgotten ones#utmv#utmv fanart#dust sans#dustale#inktale#my art#fanfic#ftfo
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Sound - A Triduum Story
Malchus can feel the heavy gazes of the others. He ignores them. His own eyes are pinned to the door they guard, listening to the drip of water condensing and dropping onto the floor. There is no rain, but the air is damp, as if the heavens are drawing out the wet stores of the earth in preparation for a storm.
Customarily, the chill would make him wish for his bed. He’d grumble with his fellows about the weather, about the work, peppering complaints with a few stout curses. But there is no discussion tonight. Malchus sits hunched forward, forearms braced on his thighs, and he waits.
What are they waiting for?
Cold fingers touch the lobe of his left ear. He turns to see Jesse, who’d touched him, withdrawing, fingers curling into his palm. The apology is gruff. “Just wanted to see.”
That’s a lie, thinks Malchus, turning back to the door. They’ve already seen tonight. What’s left is to believe.
Malchus doesn’t ask permission before he rises, taking the flask which hangs on a wall hook, and the keys there beside it. The eyes of the others follow. He unlocks the door and slips in, shutting it behind, and then pauses, palm flat on the wood. He takes a breath.
Drip.
Drip.
The Nazarene’s hands are chained so that he must stand. His head bows, forehead resting against the bruised back of his right hand. He lifts himself when Malchus enters. His lips, which had been moving silently, still.
Malchus holds out the flask. Then, as an embarrassing afterthought—the man is in chains—he uncorks it.
“It’s just water,” he assures when the man doesn’t move to drink. He tips the flask close enough to meet the cracked lips. The Nazarene swallows twice and then pulls back, chains jingling. His face is wet. Tears, Malchus thinks, until he hears the drip of water dropping onto the man’s head. It slides down his temple and dirty cheek, carving a clean track through the crust. Malchus re-corks the flask.
It’s not quite fear that he feels. He had felt fear on his knees in Gethsemane, blood down his neck and a howl on his tongue. The world was silent, then, and shrieking, dizzy with pain and the terror of new loss. When strong hands cupped his face, he clung to them. He grabbed hold of words he could not hear but lips he could see moving, breath he could feel on his face, brown eyes he could see.
And then, he could hear.
It was as if he’d never before heard sound, not true sound, but only echos, half-formed, half-heard, until that very moment when he heard truly. Each noise was crisp and new. Around him were the night birds stirring in the trees, the puffed breath of the disciples, the crackle of licking flame, the creak of leather belts. He heard them all, and he hasn’t stopped hearing since. Creation is vibrating, uncountable voices overlapping in the same tremulous song. Even the breeze seems to have a voice, and the water running on stone. Even his own heartbeat. They cry out when the rest of the world is silent.
“What did you do to me?” Malchus asks, voice barely above a whisper, for everything is new and he cannot make sense of it.
The Nazarene’s smile isn’t mocking. It’s as quiet as his voice, and it crinkles the corner of his good eye. “I know how long you’ve waited to hear.”
They’ve never met, of course. Of course not. This man doesn’t know him. How could he? Malchus has taken great pains to hide his gradual loss of sound. Each year, the muffle covers his ears a little more, stealing his senses, deadening the world to him. If he misses a call, he plays it off. If he cannot hear his wife calling, he feigns captivation by his task. He does it well, he thinks, well enough. Perhaps his wife suspects. But only he knows, only he and his God. And this backwater Nazarene with an accent pulled from Galilee’s fishing waters—because Malchus can hear the accent now—cannot know Malchus. How could he? No, he does not.
But he knows.
Malchus is sure, standing before this man who made him more than whole, that he is known. Known, and known truly. And here stands Malchus, his jailer. His enemy.
“How could you know?” he asks, eyes searching the Nazarene’s. The water drips, drips. A rat scritches at a bit of stone. “I can’t do anything for your case. They’re bringing you to Pilate.” His grip tightens on the flask—his only offering—and the stale water it holds. The words pour out of him. “I’m a guard. They told us to go, so we went. I had no stake in it, see? See, we were told to go. I was told to go. I never intended—”
“Malchus,” the man says softly, almost fondly, as if he is interrupting a brother and not one walking him to his death. “Will you pray with me?”
The request startles Malchus out of his own thoughts. He pauses, wary of some trick. Without meaning to, his hand rises to touch the warm outer shell of his ear, tracing the connecting point between the cartilage and his skull. There’s not even a seam to show where it had been severed.
Mouth dry, Malchus finally nods, and the Nazarene closes his good eye. The water slides again down his temples. His words fill the damp space, and Malchus recognizes them at once, joining the recitation:
“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked shall I return.
The Lord gave—”
The man breathes in, and Malchus breathes with him.
“—and the Lord has taken away;”
Their breath stirs the stale air of the room. All has finally gone quiet. The Nazarene opens his eye and tips his head to look up, past the stone roof, past the courtyard and the trembling earth, to the heavens, spread out over them like a tent. The water no longer falls. The rat is silent.
“Blessed be the name of the Lord,” he says.
#not art#triduum#writing#holy week reflection#I think a lot about Jesus in the cell on Holy Thursday night#He had been abandoned and beaten and betrayed#so every year on Holy Thursday I imagine sitting with him in that cell and praying with him#But last year I was in a rough place and felt trapped in my own failings and habitual sin#and as I was sitting in the pew and feeling so pathetic and weak and like I had let Jesus down#I heard him tell me “Tonight I'll come sit in your own cell with you.”#so if any of you are feeling trapped this year or like you've failed at your faith#Just know that Jesus will come sit in your cell with you no matter what it is#He'll just sit with you and quietly love you#also I feel like Jesus was thinking of all people suffering from insomnia when he was in that cell. they must have been on his heart
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#sir pentious#hazbin hotel sir pentious#hazbin sir pentious#hazbin#hazbin hotel#my art#blorbo#he must suffer
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TRANSFORMATION PANIC MY BELOVED
#he is my favorite#and so he must suffer#I finally have the confidence to draw the angsty bullshit 15 year old me wanted to draw#jamie reyes#blue beetle#dc blue beetle#my art#sketch
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hel p i have aproblem and its called icant draw babygirl in anythi ng besides short sleeve turtle necks ://// aojkegoajgeasgnmd
#solas#soly woly guacamole my precious hes so cold but he looks so good so im afraid he must suffer#dai#dragon age#my art#wip
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we`ve had clive vs. sci-fi freeze ray let`s pit him up against something else. maybe temporal phenomena because that`s basically the same as being frozen. and dimitri is already trying to do time machines as well
Anon I love you but also I feel like you may have a personal vendetta against Clive lol
This one made me laugh because the WORK (and pettiness) going into these weapons is insane. Like Dimitri. Just kill him my man
Dimitri really said 'Time-out isn't enough, I need your time to be UP' lol
Transcript :
Claire : Weren't you working on a time machine ?
Dimitri : yes, but first I need to make this interdimensional machine that could trap Clive in an other dimension and rid ours of him
Claire : That's called a gun, Dimitri.
#There is so much violence against Clive here#I LOVE THE MAN I SWEAR#But also Dimitri must have suffered so much :(#Clive is already insufferable but he must have stepped up his game for Dimitri#They are worsties your honor#dimitri allen#claire foley#professor layton and the unwound future#professor layton and the lost future#My art#(Sorry for the quick sketch still busy :( )
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BLOOM / WITHER
a quick pair of proof-of-concept sketches from last inktober. Still thinking a lot about death and resurrection, the parallels between Jim and Bones in ST:ID, and the symbology of the pomegranate in the myth of Persephone. Will likely become a bigger piece when I finally find the time
#star trek fanart#star trek#aos#mckirk#like what if bones was suffering the after effects of bringing Jim back to life - I must not play god - and what that means for his oath#and what if he worried that he'd dragged Jim back from a 'better place' where he was at peace#and what if Jim was struggling to adjust to being alive again and what Bones did for him and what that means for their relationship#what if he came back wrong?#many thoughts much to explore#sketchbook#pen and ink#my trek art#my art#inktober#inktober 2022
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The two living happily :)
oh wait..
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#my art#art#digital art#illustration#artists on tumblr#digital illustration#toh#the owl house hunter#the owl house#hunter noceda#rip flapjack#ibispaintdrawing#Hunter cant have a break can he?#damn Dana why we all must suffer???
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Just more AU and Canon interaction rambling, sjsjsjsjsksksjs. Sorry
Don is actually pretty prone to injuries, mainly since he's just clumsy. Most of the time his injuries will be pretty minor and then Donnie lets Raph patch up his smaller counterpart, as he knows the green-eyed turtle can do that well on his own.
It's one of the reasons Raph and Don even started talking to each other in the first place. Because even if Raph wasn't very fond of the AU kids at first, did he eventually learn to accept and even grow protective over them.
So, whenever Don managed to get himself injured again and both of them were just left to their own devices while Raph patched him up, they would start talking. Raph is normally the one to initiate the conversations, just asking some normal questions at first if he wanted to distract Don and the other would reply, although still with a very quiet voice. It did get better over time though and those small interactions helped Don come out of his shell (shskskdsj) and actually feel more comfortable around Raph. He used to feel pretty intimidated by the older turtle and didn't like being around him, mostly sticking with Donnie in terms of medical help.
But after warming up to Raph, he will also seek him if feeling ill or injured. And perhaps Raph feels honored to know that, since we all know he's a real big softie inside. :>
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Don wasn't feeling too well that time and Donnie was currently unavailable to check on him, so Raph took over. He made sure the younger turtle was comfortable and watched over him. And even if he isn't the cuddly type, he will always have some hugs for a brother in need.🩷
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012#tmnt au#tmnt 2k12#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2012 au#tmnt 2012 raph#tmnt universes au#tmnt au don#xxlea nardoxx rambling#my art#Yes I keep torturing Don by injuring him#he is my favorite so he must suffer#universes au rambling
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Monster x Disco Elysium draws
Dieter teaches Cuno football and hes having a good time
Obligatory Kim Tenma and Harry Grimmer
Inspector Lunge of the RCM
#naoki urasawa's monster#disco elysium#cuno#dieter#wolfgang grimmer#kenzo tenma#heinrich lunge#my art#I just wanted to draw Cuno with Dieter bc theyre both feral redheads#I just think that dieter (and maybe tenma) would be good influence on cuno. and I want him to be dieter's football friend#in my heart trant is the ideal grimmer insert but narratively this works too well for me not to#oh to have a vidoe game where I can be grimmer and build up his sense of self#I am once again suffering from 'must render everything' I only wanted to sketch them and yet here I am once again#not complaining though esp Lunge he came out well
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giving up on any semblance of stylistic consistency for my heroinfic art......whatever......nobody cares least of all me. ill be buggered if i need to draw in semirealism for 4 more chapter beginnings. i could just not draw it but i've already got pics for ch1 and epilogue and i need to draw tom using IV drugs. anime you've always had my back and always will 💯💯💯💯💖
#he would look so pretty and grotesque w a needle in his arm. send text#.txt#4#still need to test my simple baby js code that will ideally help me auto CSS/HTML the whole thing so that i dont have to do it by hand#because if i translate the dialogue it won't be the same AT ALL it just won't. but what if it's in spoilers/hover#but ao3 doesn't have default spoilers so naturally one must suffer the injustice of cssing all of it.#but hopefully i can script my way past that...#OT sometimes i read posts about identifying ai art and it's like 'no stylistic consistency' and yeah absolutely true. you can just tell#but also damn bro i don't do too much of that either...#pinky promise i am a real person with way too real wrist pain
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