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No thoughts, just sharing some angsty artwork.
I also found out this is my 901st post hahaha
// slight blood warning!
[Sidenote: NONE of my artworks are for usage, reposting or referencing!]
I don’t have too much context to give as everything gets explained in the third book of the fanfic saga, so I’ll drop a link below again just in case:
(Edited by Black Dog Productions)
Claws of Rage III - chapter 11
Some experimental shading on this one and I of course couldn’t help but draw this scene.
[Book snippet below]
[Sidenote: NONE of my artworks are for usage, reposting or referencing!]
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Mary: Look, I'm happy enough for you and you know we both eventually started accepting your choice... But look at your recent crime records... D-don't you want change in that?
Nicole: Bold of you to assume I don't want change... I am sick of this. I don't want to be a monster. I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS!
[Mary keeps silent as she no longer knows what to say.]
Nicole: Besides, you wanna know why I'm still trying to hold on to this lifestyle? Because my goshdarn loving husband is my last will to live. I've entirely mauled him. MAULED HIM multiple times! But he hasn't left me... And you know what...? [Snarls] HE'S TAKING BETTER CARE OF ME THAN EITHER OF YOU EVER COULD!
[Mary still doesn't dare to speak up and a cold silence rules at both ends for a few minutes. Nicole breaks down when she can't take it anymore and leaves the phone next to her on the kitchen counter, where she buries her face in her crossed arms. Tears flow down while her shoulders shake in total defeat, feeling way beyond overwhelmed...
When the blue tabby suddenly can be heard sobbing, her mother decides to break the ice again, even though she feels a lump forming in her throat.]
Mary: [Sniffs] Darling, please... You're not a monster.
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Link to the fanfic:
(Edited by Black Dog Productions)
I decided to draw Gumball's family members.
And yes, i forgot to draw Granny Jojo's glasses *cry*
Also this crashed my phone like crazy skksks
(Edited by Turbonic Gumball)
Mary: No offence, but we always thought she could do better than a slacker with a dead-end job who got their pants at the Army surplus store… in the parachute aisle.
Richard: How dare you! My wife's behind is so small only bats can hear her toot.
Mary: I meant you.
Richard: The joke's on you I don't have a job
Here’s another sneak peek/WIP of a frame for my upcoming animation
I’m super excited and can’t wait to show it to you guys when it’s finished :D
(Edited by Black Dog Productions)