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So, even though I have 10303030 different Vs, some fleshed out/developed and some just kinda vibing in my PC folders…I made another V.
They’re a nonbinary disasterpiece from an AU I’m working on, which touches on religious themes; drawn from my Jehovah’s Witness upbringing.
Thank fuck I am out of that now and can draw sick shit like this Feral Child of a V:
To see the process behind this piece, as well as a brief write-up, and a colouring timelapse- check under the read more!!!
V kills their Father in return, but the police happen to arrive on the scene whilst V is leaning over their Father’s body; and assume wrongly that V is responsible for both deaths.
V kills their Father in return, but the police happen to arrive on the scene whilst V is leaning over their Father’s body; and assume wrongly that V is responsible for both deaths.
They kill the cops in order to escape, and go on the run; ending up having to throw themselves at the one person they feel they could trust- only to have that trust thrown back when the person betrays them.
V has to continue on the run until they collapse, and are taken in by a group that becomes the family they never truly had.
Drawing a piece which conveyed how kind of angry this V is at everything and everyone was kind of fun, in a weird way; it gave me a chance to convey said anger- as well as give hints as to the rest of the person hiding beneath this anger.
Here is the (condensed) process behind this piece:
So whilst alot of the smaller details got lost in the darker tones/limited colour palette, you can see from the earlier phases just how much work went into this.
I still have a ways to go with colouring in certain textures, but I really tried hard to improve on those techniques in this piece.
And it was fun to have their outfit 99% dark tones, but then absolutely eye-breaking levels of bright hair, and tiny hints of colour in their pin badges.
Here is the colouring timelapse (warning for flashes of colour):
This gives a further look at the earlier stages, as well as how hard I worked to try and show differing textures with the limited colour palette I was working with.
I did admittedly give up a bit with the lighting and background, but that’s lowkey my fault because I got burnt out on all the tiny details.
Still, I love how this piece turned out; it was really fun to work with limited colours, a fierce expression, and differing textures.
Bed-head with the new hair is epic. #hair #mohawk #vividbrights #choptopskc #ilovemystylist
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“Tough Chad- outskirts of BRC XXX” photographed on 03 SEP 2005.
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Chad’s Up on the Roof on 06 September 2007.
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“Chad is Naked and Happy,
Saturday Evening, 05 September 2015,
at Sunset, with the City Howling.
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Dirty Dusty Pornstar, in Truckee, CA
on our way home from Burning Man on 03 September 2007.
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Chad after a Dust Storm with a Double Rainbow,
31 August 2007 at Black Rock City.
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Chad enjoying Dolores Park Gay Beach, 02NOV09, San Francisco.
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Chad is excited to be at the Southern Most Point in Key West, 21OCT15.
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sexy Skin Diamond
lol, god damn you skin diamond tag showing images of this goddess in pain…
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A good husband is the kind of man who doesn’t allow his exterior to define his pleasure. Your good husband was as big as an ox, as strong as Hercules, and as punk as the 80s. He was also an absolute pig of a bottom.
On the bank of a stream he saw four beautiful maidens sitting on the ice braiding their long hair. He knew that they were the nymphs or fairies of the stream, and he watched them from behind a tree. He had long desired to win a stream fairy for his bride, but up to that time he had found it an impossible task…
FromThe Partridge and His Drum, a story of the Mohawk people, recounted in Canadian Wonder Tales by Cyrus MacMillan (“somewhere in France with our McGill Batteries”),1918.
Partridge married one of the fairies but she was killed and eaten by an evil sorcerer. Though he successfully sought revenge, Partridge remained addled with grief, barely able to finish his task of building a fleet of boats for the birds who lived along the shores of the Great Lakes.
Finally came the day when all were to be launched, and Glooskap and all his people gathered to see the fleet go by. It was a very wonderful sight on a great inland sea. The eagle had a large canoe which he paddled with the ends of his wings; all the birds of the sea and the river had very wonderful boats—the crane and the duck, the snipe and the curlew, the plover and the gull, the wild goose and the loon and the kingfisher. And the boats were all of different colours, each colour the same as that of the bird for whom the boat was made. All the birds were supplied with boats. Even the humming-bird had a tiny canoe of many wonderful colours, and he had a little paddle not larger than a small pin.
Partridge built his boat last. Heartbroken, he made it directionless, a saucer that turned endlessly in circles and caused the other birds to laugh.
Having lost both his wife and his reputation, Partridge fled deep into the forest, forever hiding from the creatures of the water. He kept only one remnant of his old life: the drumming noise of the hammer he wielded when he built his beautiful boats.
(The illustration is by George Sheringham.)
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Which one would you stop for?
