#cross-hatching

[cosmindart]

[snowwtrapped34]

hatching, cross-hatching, stippling, and scumbling my beloveds ❤️

[sekigraffiti]

[fishyfutaba]

end of time ^_^

[zairaalbereo]

Captain James Flint — serval years late, but hopefully not too many doubloons short.

Or in other news, I finally watched Black Sails, predictably for anyone who ever knew me fell in love, and ever since, have been trying to do Flint’s vibe of “stoic while simultaneously looking pained, amused, exasperated and about three seconds from murderous” justice.

[rozugold]

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[likesdoodling]

I've been figuring out how to do more detailed lineart using my pens and sketchbook - instead of digitally (which it turns out is a lot of fun :D), so of course I had to draw Zuko :D

[d0gwithabr0kenleg]

[sporeclan]

FINALLY got around to making a new pfp after like a year of intending to do that :'D A lil Crowstar for the soul <3

[cardo-de-comer]

ocs belong to @arrimorr I wanted to draw them for quite a while. Wonderful character design ❣️

b/w

[katabay]

MY DEAR VICTOR

“My dear Victor,” cried he, “what, for God’s sake, is the matter? Do not laugh in that manner. How ill you are! What is the cause of all this?”

“Do not ask me,” cried I, putting my hands before my eyes, for I thought I saw the dreaded spectre glide into the room; “he can tell. Oh, save me! Save me!” I imagined that the monster seized me; I struggled furiously and fell down in a fit.

Poor Clerval! What must have been his feelings? A meeting, which he anticipated with such joy, so strangely turned to bitterness. But I was not the witness of his grief, for I was lifeless and did not recover my senses for a long, long time.

This was the commencement of a nervous fever which confined me for several months. During all that time Henry was my only nurse. I afterwards learned that, knowing my father’s advanced age and unfitness for so long a journey, and how wretched my sickness would make Elizabeth, he spared them this grief by concealing the extent of my disorder. He knew that I could not have a more kind and attentive nurse than himself; and, firm in the hope he felt of my recovery, he did not doubt that, instead of doing harm, he performed the kindest action that he could towards them.

Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley (CHAPTER 5)

ah, to be cared for! the unconditional depth and gentleness of it. also have you guys ever listen to the ost for the korean frankenstein musical. sometimes I think about how musical!victor uses his henry's (dupre in the musical, not clerval, but henry all the same) head for his creation. that's also an unconditional something!!

ngl I considered attempting a full bernie wrightson homage for this, but then I thought about how I like having fun and that would totally ruin my hands for the week and settled for drawing a bunch of lines until I got tired of drawing lines lmao

ko-fi⭐ bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app

[apple-cores]

anotha froggay. not pictured: Dratula being a nuisance turned this into a 3ds flipnote animation using the camera feature

[blacktabbygames]

Yes

[pointycorgiears]

Shanks, still conversing with Mihawk on a snail call: So, Hawkeyes, this baby of yours? Tell me about it! Is it cute!?

Mihawk: My child's name is Dracule Talon. He looks just like me. He will be quite handsome when he grows up, but to answer your question, right now he is very cute.

Talon: *gags*

Shanks: Does he have your eyes?

Mihawk: Yes, quite so.

Shanks: Sweet!

Mihawk: He also has my hair.

Shanks: Aww!

Mihawk: And his feathers are quite soft.

Shanks: ....his uh, what?

Mihawk: His dagger-like fingers are impressive as well.

Shanks: Umm, okay...

Mihawk: He loves to eat tuna meat, fresh caught from the sea. I blend it with grapes and nuts, so we both enjoy it.

Shanks: *slight gagging noise*

Mihawk: He's also already very good with a blade. When I first carried him, I never thought I could be a father. Yet, here we are... *notices Buggy accidentally splashed him with a drink while setting a glass down* Oh Buggy, you did this to me.

Shanks: *choking on the other end* B-Buggy!?!? Your son came from Buggy???

Mihawk: Technically, Buggy alerted me to Talon's existence. However, the child did come from an Egg-oh, Talon, save some of that for Crocodile later, would you?

Shanks: E-Eg-EGG!? .....*line goes quiet*

Mihawk: My apologies, Shanks, where was I? ....Shanks?

Buggy: *yelling at the receiver* Benn, are you there? Did he faint?

Benn: Yep. Out cold. *looooong sigh* Talk to you later, I guess. *hangs up the call*

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Continuation of this post. XD

[darkest1]

Dark side of the moon...

[zairaalbereo]

“Please don’t do this.”

So after binging the whole four seasons of Black Sails last month, I’m now on a more leisurely rewatch… or so I thought.

But god everything hits so much worse or better or harder knowing about Flint’s past and motivation now. And then this scene came up, and I’m just… fuuuuuck. Crying, screaming, throwing up. I’m not okay. This is devastating. (Did I mention I cope with art?)

On my first watch, Flint killing Gates truly shocked me. He would really kill his friend just because he wouldn’t go along with his plans? To not have to give up on the Urca? Sure, Gates is going against his command. It’s mutiny, but Gates seems to be trying, and he sounds so bloody reasonable. And more importantly, he’s been a loyal friend up until now. A fatherly friend (I want to throw up). And even now he’s… trying to protect Flint, right? (Fuck. Seriously. Feeling ill.)

But yeah, I was shocked. And as he whispered broken apologies to the friend he just murdered, I wondered… could I forgive him for this?

And now…omg now it’s like watching a completely different train wreck happening, and it all makes perfect, tragic, horrible sense. The way the whole scene mirrors James McGraw’s futile attempt to convince Hennessy of their Hail Mary plan to save Nassau. Every step. The urgency when things have already gone sideways, but James refuses to give up, because it can still work. People just have to listen. Let him explain. Have a little faith. Back then he trusted Hennessy, and now he still trusts Gates. He trusts them to understand, asking them to believe in him. He doesn’t see it coming. (How does he not see it coming this time?)

And then the moment the floor is ripped out from under him. And it’s all there, on Flint’s face, in the moment when Gates says “They know.” It’s not the mutiny. It’s the betrayal. The way Flint’s face falls, and for a moment he looks just like James McGraw in Hennessy’s office. The same devastation and disbelief when he asks “You told them?” And of course for him it is the same betrayal. It is the same fight, to prove Thomas right. To stand against those who took him and everything else away from James.

And Gates, that poor bastard, doesn’t even understand what sin he is committing. He doesn’t even see it as mutiny. He sees it as doing the right thing, containing a madman. (Omggg…) And then there is Flint, reliving the worst moments of his life. And that point it doesn’t feel like it’s about the Urca anymore. It’s an emotional massacre, to which Gates seems completely oblivious. When Flint asks if he will see him get hanged, only to be promised an opportunity to flee for him and ‘Mrs Barlow’, Gates thinks he is doing him a kindness. Like Hennessy probably thought he was doing him a kindness, saving him from the gallows. It’s all right. Flint just has to leave, vanish and never be heard of again. He should be grateful. And the way Flint’s eyes close briefly in disbelief that this is happening. Again. The way he pleads with Gates, just like he pleaded with Hennessy. So unlike Flint. But once more he is told that his actions are unforgivable. Simply too much. He’s not just rejected, but he is abandoned. He is cast out for who he is and his supposed sins. A monster that can’t be allowed to exist amongst the rest of them.

The whole scene is executed so brilliantly, the way he fluctuates between James’ almost innocent appeals to be understood and Flint’s anger at being denied. But he keeps trying until the last moment. And then, when he acts, it’s not a calculated move. It’s pure desperation, the only purpose to do something, to stop what is happening. Because James McGraw didn’t. But where James McGraw hesitated, where he maybe still hoped, still didn’t comprehend, and where he still thought he had something to lose… Flint doesn’t. And yet we can see it break him. We can see how it breaks another part of his soul. 

(And of course it will happen again. Screaming. Crying. Throwing up.)