#etienne.

[pettyeti]

this world is precious to me.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

CON. // @forestofforever

Butch had never received this sort of attention before, save from a few folks who tended to think he was some sort street performer, so he’s delighted to be asked about his attire—something that was deeply sentimental to him having been made by an old partner in crime of his.

“Oh, this leather? S’cow hide! Me an’ a good friend’f mine dried, stretched, an’ tanned it all ourselves!” He says excitedly, wearing a grin all the while. “She did all th’ stitchin’ f’course….I hear ya’ll got fancy fake leather these days, though—what’s it called again? Pleather…? Or somethin’ like that…”

He watches them circle him and tries his best to turn as they do to show off what details he’s aware of in his outfit. Their inquiry about recording his voice though, has him curious. “R’cord me…?” He feels like he’s heard that word before in regards to fancy techno-malology stuff, but can’t quite place it. “Ah, sure!” An easy going laugh leaves him. He’s flattered by this strangers words, even if it’s all in the name of art.

“Why not? Ain’t got nothin’ else goin’ on t’day! Errr, can I bring my horse ��long with me? She won’t be no trouble! I’d jus’ feel better if she weren’t causin’ a ruckus on th’ streets, heh!” And without warning, two fingers move to his mouth and he whistles incredibly loudly. Only seconds later they would hear hoofs beating against the pavement, growing closer until it slows to a trot and a blonde speckled mare is approaching them.

“This fellas tryna turn me int’ a model! Ain’t that somethin?” He says to his horse, patting her neck affectionately once she’s close enough. She whinnies quietly in response and shakes her mane out. “Boy howdy, free admission? I’ll take it! Name’s Butch, by th’ by. Ain’t ever talked to a real life ar-teest b’fore! Who do I owe th’ pleasure?”

[zegalba]

Etienne-Jules Mare: Vol de Héron (1883)

[storyofmorewhoa]

Pygmalion and Galatea (1763) by Étienne Maurice Falconet Paul and Virginia (1844) by Alessandro Puttinati Worship of the Female Form (early 20th century) by Alméry Lobel-Riche Kneeling man embracing a standing woman (1908) by Gustav Vigeland In Paradise (1918) by Max Svabinsky Thief of the Moon (1924) by Norman Lindsay

[celticcatgirl2]

“I’m not going to lie…I always kinda assumed that he was going to die doing some freaky sexual thing with Rogue….”

“…so I really had to cut allot of jokes from this service when it turned out to be a heroic sacrifice thing….”

[pro-royalty]

Ryan Destiny x MAC Cosmetics

[thecollectibles]

Magical Library Entrance by Etienne SAVOIE

[maertyrer]

Etienne Gautier The Death of Saint Cecilia

Oil on canvas, 109 x 192 cm, ca. 1878

[malenjoyer]

First time drawing gambit…

[b1ackhorn]

The names Gambit, mon ami...

These are a few of my favorites from my Gambit screenshots! ♠️💜

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[irenes-tender-world]

details of hands by etienne adolphe piot

[pettyeti]

devotion wrapped in flame.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

"Hi there, would you let me sketch your outfit real quick? I can also take a picture if you're in a hurry." Etienne stops Butch on the street, almost giddy with excitement. "I should probably explain. We're performing a show inspired by old Western movies soon, and quite frankly your outfit is exactly the kind of vibe we're going for. I assume you didn't get any of these items from the stores around here, did you? Would've been helpful but I can't imagine they'd carry anything this authentic." Before waiting for an answer, he's already whipped out the sketchpad.

// @forestofforever

Butch is surprised to be stopped in his tracks by a stranger in the city, and even more so by their question. They wanted to draw him? The only drawings anyone had ever made of him were his wanted posters back in the day.

The demon blooded cowboy pauses, adjusting his hat on his head some while he eyes the eager stranger who goes on to give some context behind their question soon after.

“Ol’ Western movies? Y’mean… those movin’ picture shows on th’ static box?” He inquires himself, though he can’t help a little swelling of pride within him as they admire his outfit, deeming it authentic—which it was, but often times he was mistaken as a street performer which annoyed him to no end. This was a refreshing change of pace! Being recognized in a positive light for a change, however small the gesture.

“Hell no!” He retorts, standing tall. “This’s all one hunerd percent genu-ine cowboy attire, m’friend! Ya’ll’ve gotta keen eye, I gotta say! An’ eye fer fashion, anyhow.” He grins wide, showing off that tooth gap of his.

“Sure thing, friend! Jus’ make sure y’get my good side here.” He says, turning his form to pose with one hand to his hip and the other gripping the rim of his hat between an index and thumb. His imp like tail sways leisurely behind him. Nevermind they had requested a sketch of his outfit, not him in his entirety!

[huariqueje]

Young Ladies Dancing - Etienne Drian , n/d.

French, 1885 - 1961 

Oil and gouache, fixed under glass , 64 x 53 cm. 25.2 x 20.9 in.

[koruneru]

um.. h-hello-

[celticcatgirl2]

No Freaking way….