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Ezra Finch
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Wtf it ain't showing me shit
July 19, 2025 at 5:05 AM
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Hope your days are going well. I could use a little bit of a reading before I head home tomorrow from a really intense chapter of my life
June 23, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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Some of my semi recent favorites :)
March 28, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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A tattered book cover with the title ‘The Henchmen’s Guide, an observation in staying alive’ On it is the sparse red Australian outback. The horizon of the red plain is long flat and without a single tree. Above it is a pale grey dusk sky with a few thin gold and orange tinged clouds. In the middle of the landscape, on an outback road, a young man flees for his life as he is pursued by a woman in punk attire who seems to be enjoying the chase a little too much. Their shadows are stark below them, and while the young man's shadow is a normal reflection of his physical self, the women’s is that of a huge werewolf with an open jaw and long teeth stretched open above the shadow of the fleeing young man. It’s hard to convince yourself that everything is going to be ok in the face of someone like Sloan. Theo had tried to put up the arrogant front of a deeply unimpressed teenager, however his failure was evident in her shades, where he could see the reflection of his own uncertainty in his eyes. They watched the face of the predators before him with a primal calculation gear towards survival. Her smile was the foremost object of disturbance. It was distinctly wrong. A little too wide and crowded with jaggard hyena-like teeth. It could, arguably, hold a candle to the definition of a maw. The fact that her skin was scored with a hash of pale scars didn’t help the impression either, it told the story of someone not easily dissuaded from any given intention. All this set in the backdrop of a mane of black hair with webs of silver that Theo himself still had decades to possess. She raised one eyebrow behind her shades. Theo noted it too, and smoked his joint with a sinking feeling. Even in the bright, safe light of the beach they stood on, Theo estimated that he was the nameless victim in the prologue of a horror. If only he was so lucky. This is not in fact the prologue, this is chapter one and he is the P.O.V. A humorous illustration of the trio from ‘The Henchmen’s Guide’, in which Sloan, shifted into a huge horse sized werewolf, reminiscent of a black wolf hound cross borzoi, lays the front half of her body over her two henchmen, thus trapping them. Theo is enraged by this. He is a young man in a pink shirt with gold dreadlocks, who is laying on his back and trying to bench press one of Sloan muscular forearms off him. Not only is this not working, despite his teeth gritting effort, but according to Sloan’s gaze, which is directed elsewhere, and her causal smile, she doesn’t seem to be at all hindered by him. Miles is next to Theo. He has long dark hair, a patterned aqua green grandpa sweater and a side eyed smirk directed at Theo. Miles is unbothered by Sloan lying on him, given his body language. He is both used to Sloan and amused by Theo’s rebellion to all authority. Theo and Miles were doomed by a fried egg, and in a way this is an illustration of that egg. Its brown shell cracked open and dropping out of its opaque center falls two sunny orange young men in their early twenties; they are the hue of an egg yolk in every sense including their clothes. From within a glossy glop of descending albumen they reach for each other because they know if they hold onto each other they won’t break. Miles, a young man in his early 20’s with a slender figure and a handsome face, tumbles lowest, his hips and legs rolling over his chest, his long hair trailing up from his fall and his expression wide eyed, ready and hopeful in the face of Theo, whose forearm he has gripped just above Theo’s various bracelets. In turn Theo, also a young man in his twenties with a strong compact body, a soft torso and blunt squarish face, looks down at Miles with an expression of sureness, haste and of course his ever present edge of annoyance. His grip on Miles arm is firm while he too falls, and though there is nothing they can do about of their evident demise, Theo’s body language does not suggest he is unaccustomed to the fall, and is positioned like a surfer that has just been thrown from his board before being heavily dumped into a folding wave. In fact neither of them appear to be especially panicked, though the stress of their situation is not absent. Whatever happens will happen, but it will happen to them together (an unfortunately dim silver lining in the scheme of things). The egg shell itself has a faded red stamp on it. The stamp reads, ‘The Henchmen’s Guide. Prologue.’ This is the title of the book series and the chapter that condemned these two young men to their villainous werewolf boss, Sloan.
March 27, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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Lol tysm!! I actually had this one made into vinyl stickers for my shop
March 14, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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Working on an art trade next with a friend :) here's my f(eye)sh
March 14, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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My pretty little dragon kintype
March 3, 2025 at 5:52 AM