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Whatever limits & binaries placed upon our bodies, whatever ostracization or hiding enforced, it is our duty to in some measure, as long as we are safe, to be true & righteous in our selves

kianamaiart

the way i never finished this drawing

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Whatever limits & binaries placed upon our bodies, whatever ostracization or hiding enforced, it is our duty to in some measure, as long as we are safe, to be true & righteous in our selves

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Prideful Awooing

Top Secret

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Momento de la paranoiqueada

Es mas paranoia que nada

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🇺🇸🍔 I'm going to go crazy 🇲🇽🌮 Me voy a volver loca

crimsonwing

"WiLL YoU AnsWeR me, Human? WhO aRe YoU? WheRe iS NaiA?" said the voice behind the crystal.

Thomas stood silent. He couldn't even begin to understand what was in front of his eyes. Or rather, one part of his mind refused to.

Those scales, once bright like a rainbow, now stood opaque over shriveled, stetched skin. The fins were so damaged you wouldn't be able to tell which one was the tail. The once lively, once lovely face of the mermaid was forced into a perpetual rictus through nails and strings.

Inside the crystal chimney, he could see bones. They were arranged in such a way the skull went through the base of the wick. And where the flame should be, laid the soul, more vivid than any other. Thomas almost felt he could see it with the naked eye. No way to hide such rage and agony.

"I...gods, what the... what did they do to you?" Thomas extended his hand to the crystal, trying to reach for her. ---

"¿PoR QuÉ No ResPoNdeS, HuManO? ¿QuiÉn eReS? ¿DónDe EsTá NaiA?" dijo la voz tras el cristal. Thomas se quedó en silencio. Aún no podía comprender lo que veían sus ojos. O mejor dicho, parte de su mente se rehusaba a hacerlo. Esas escamas, alguna vez brillantes como un arcoíris, se veían opacas sobre una piel estirada y seca. Las aletas estaban en tan mal estado que no sabrías cual era la cola. Ese rostro alguna vez alegre y encantador yacía en un rictus perpetuo, forzado a través de clavos e hilos. Dentro de la chimenea de cristal, podía ver huesos. Estaban puestos de tal manera que el cráneo quedaba en la base del mechero. Y donde debía ir la llama, estaba esa alma, tan vívida que Thomas pensaba que se veía a simple vista. No había forma de ocultar semejante rabia y agonía. "Yo... dioses, pero que... ¿Qué te hicieron?" Thomas extendió su mano, tratando de alcanzarla a través del cristal.

crimsonwing

The moment Thomas touched the glass encasing, he felt it. Boundless wrath like he had never seen before, now directed towards him alone.

"ANSWER ME, HUMAN!! WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE IS NAIA!?"

The sensation was fulminant. The fisherman, already drained from the prior experience, had trouble standing up.

"My name is T-Thomas. Fr-from the Morrison family."

Atarga took a moment to process his words. "MoRRisoN? LikE BArThoLoMew MoRRiSoN? The MaN wHo bRouGht DeaTh to The SeaS AroUnD us?" Her voice changed into a serene tone that didn't mask her murder intent "WhaT DiD yOu Do? WheRe iS NaIa? SPEAK!"

"Please, listen to me! I've come in her behalf! She's on the sea nearby!"

"Don'T TrY to pLaY TriCks on me. WhY wouLd ShE eVeR woRk wiTh the LiKes of YoU!? "

Whit the pressure increasing, Thomas could feel his face wound opening up.

"She wants to help you! She's bound by blood with me!" ---

Apenas tocó la cubierta de vidrio, Thomas sintió una ira descontrolada como jamás había visto. Ira completamente encaminada en su dirección.

"¡RESPONDE, HUMANO! ¿QUIEN ERES?¿DÓNDE ESTÁ NAIA?"

La sensación era fulminante. El pescador, ya agotado por la experiencia anterior, tenia problemas para mantenerse en pie.

"S-soy Thomas. D-de la f-familia Morrison." Respondió, tratando de mantener la compostura.

Atarga procesó lo dicho por un momento "¿MoRRiSoN?¿CoMo BArThoLoMew MoRRiSoN? ¿EL HomBre QuE traJo MueRte A Los MareS de aLreDedoR?" Su voz cayo en un tono sereno, pero con una clara intención de muerte detrás "¿QuÉ HaS HecHo? ¿DóNde EstA NaIa? ¡HABLA!"

"¡Por favor, escúchame! !Naia está en el mar cerca de aquí, me envió de su parte!"

"No TraTes de EngÑarMe. ¿PoR QuÉ NaIA traBaJaRía Con Los TuYos?"

La presión se intensificaba. Thomas podía sentir el tajo en su rostro sangrar.

"¡Trata de ayudarte! ¡Hizo un pacto de sangre conmigo!"

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Bajo el jazz y la lluvia, Kit le Chat intenta desenmascarar los casos que atormentan su ciudad.

🇺🇸🍔In a Latin American comic group, we did an exercise where we turned our characters into characters from a digital circus (I'm not spelling it correctly because I don't want to clutter search results).

Kraken became Flufo and Lita became Punch.

🇲🇽🌮En un grupo de comic latino se hizo la dinamica de convertir a nuestros personajes en personajes del circo digital (no lo escribo bien porque no quiero ensuciar las busquedas).

Kraken como Flufo y Lita como Punch