I realized I havent posted any content regarding any Papa Louie characters so here-I originally drew 14 and had more to draw but I can't fit it here and my arm is starting to hurt so have this for now
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I realized I havent posted any content regarding any Papa Louie characters so here-I originally drew 14 and had more to draw but I can't fit it here and my arm is starting to hurt so have this for now
Logan Cooley, Josh Doan and Michael Kesselring + KesselKing
I drew some characters from Papa Louie~XD
Okalani I know that Crystal has supremely fluffy hair but you gotta focus on the task at hand... Whatever it is right now
Death of a Nation Chapter 12: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24437983/chapters/214085036
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Finally, Jefferson hoists the shotgun over his shoulder instead.
For a very long time, he keeps looking at him. Then behind him, to the sides, all around. It’s another eternity before he finally looks back down at him.
His eyes grow increasingly cold and hostile, going dark like storm clouds rolling in over the horizon.
It feels all wrong. He isn’t sure if this really can be Jefferson, because everything looks right but feels wrong.
Jefferson’s hair is pulled back, there’s the ear, the one that’s missing a chunk from a bullet fired a lifetime ago. His beard is longer and thicker than it ever was in his memory, unshaped and scraggly. It obscures the entire lower half of his face, conceals his mouth. He’s dressed blue collar, heavy black work jeans and a denim jacket. He’s thinner, harder, wiry, stooped over like his shoulders bear an invisible weight. Not the larger-than-life figure he has always known. Not built for show. Built for whatever life it is that they survive in now.
A cool certainty floods him that he would not be the first person to have a hole blown through them on this front porch.
Jefferson shifts the heft of his shotgun in his hands. Testing. Weighing.
Just as he’s almost sure that this can’t be Jefferson, he speaks. This is familiar—the same lilting, holier-than-thou drawl as ever. Just cold. But that much he has heard before.
“Still alive, huh?”
Everyone gets to look at my papa louie fanart now yay wahoo ^_^
I was re-reading Death of a Nation (by @cyanspica ) again for the millionth time and I decided to make some fan-art!
This is the baby incident Hamilton was recounting towards the end of chapter 8
ロ ش 田 د 氵 ب 火 日 ن 月
中 ل 女 木 ف 再 س 文 一 ك
メ ح 刀 ر 水 か 冊 س ٣
ن 气 れ ط 心 木 ط 世
フ ر 之 و ظ 東 力
PΛPΛŦЯIЖ
Wake up, Taylor
These looks weird as shit if you haven’t watched the matrix before 😭