Serasiel(Tav) and an old acquaintance meeting near the grove,what a coincidence

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Serasiel(Tav) and an old acquaintance meeting near the grove,what a coincidence
Something is brewing in the basement
The vagabond
He was a bastard, yes, a real bastard, he was born like that and he knew that, oh yes, he knew it, it was certainly no secret.
Rumors are known to spread, and this one was spreading the most wherever he went: the son of an unknown father, probably a penniless wretch who, with the promise of money, was duped by a loan shark,nasty pieces of work they were, but what could a small fry know about them? Nothing ,and bam, you go straight down the sharks' throats, nothing remains of you, not even your shoes.
His mother, on the other hand, was very beautiful, blonde, with a pale, wiry face, a small French nose that pointed upward to smell the city's finest perfumes, that tiny face was all framed by some unkempt hair. Unfortunately, that beautiful Parisian nose would be gone in the next few days. She was found dead in her bed, on the third floor of a shack that could barely stand upright, the wood creaking, the walls nothing but rotten planks, just waiting for the first gust of wind to fall.
The kid was truly an unlucky bastard, in a world that doesn't need people like him and don't care enough, but it wasn't uncommon; orphanages were packed to the brim, children living without a mother or father to look after them, that's how it was for the unfortunate ones.
But come on, the years go by and you grow even if you're unlucky, our Joshua knows this well, renamed by the nuns at the orphanage, "Salvation of God". It certainly would have been useful, but a name like that doesn't suit a guy like him, a guy who deep down would have become clever, good first with words and then with deeds, an excuse here, another there, take the gentleman's watch, the lady's bracelet and there he is, the perfect petty thief. Could his name have possibly been Joshua?
You know what??? I'll start writing on here an whoever stumbles on it good luck
What do you mean that this guy can be the ugliest or prettiest man ever just depending on the lighting??? 😭
He has gone through something 😭😭😭
What if, stay with me, them but! Marketable plushies ✨
Even though he is one of my favourite characters I never draw Arthur.
It feels like I can never do him justice, every time I stop to look at him, to analyze his features, to see how a simple grimace can change so much, I try to convey it and I feel that I can't fully do that, I see a stranger on my canvas.
a good man
A few recent red dead doodles
one more gouache study :')
you guessed it, that's my favourite medium
You can't understand how much I love John and his horse Old boy
It's like almost 5 A.M I can't sleep and I want to yap about my characters so much it's not even funny, I'm having so many ideas that I'm probably gonna forget by tomorrow morning 😭
Little Johnny Marston
They won't even know what hit them
I'm really thinking of making a keychain set out of the first ones
Working on it
I'm really thinking of making a keychain set out of the first ones