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Sorry for the lack of updates from me, been busy with screenwriting lately, and between projects drawing-wise...

Here's an old dumb sketch of my favorite trash child Ian, been doodling him lately for inexplicable reasons; kind of a match-up to the Cris Sketch I did?? lmao idk

Ian is from my story Angel Dust :
AD - Swan Song Part 1The boys are betting again on who's going to die. That's what it's all come down to, in the end: just one big game where someone's bad luck equals a couple of stale cigarettes and a shot of 'Dust, and who has to dig the grave.
Cris watches them lazily, out of the corner of his eye; he's no fucking peacemaker and he couldn't really care what they do as long as they aren't killing each other--not yet, at least. Rich's voice rises above the scraps of chatter but really he's only fighting the howling wind: the kid's gotten a lot louder since he killed that gangbanger from Stone's group--nothing more than a lucky fucking shot of course, everyone knows that--but it's gotten to his head and now Rich struts around like he's something dangerous. He's picking on Thomas again too, calling him a faggot and a worm and whatever other idiotic insults span his pathetic vocabulary. It makes Cris want to laugh, and grind the fucker's face into the

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Sorry for the lack of updates from me, been busy with screenwriting lately, and between projects drawing-wise...

Here's an old dumb sketch of my favorite trash child Ian, been doodling him lately for inexplicable reasons; kind of a match-up to the Cris Sketch I did?? lmao idk

Ian is from my story Angel Dust :
AD - Swan Song Part 1The boys are betting again on who's going to die. That's what it's all come down to, in the end: just one big game where someone's bad luck equals a couple of stale cigarettes and a shot of 'Dust, and who has to dig the grave.
Cris watches them lazily, out of the corner of his eye; he's no fucking peacemaker and he couldn't really care what they do as long as they aren't killing each other--not yet, at least. Rich's voice rises above the scraps of chatter but really he's only fighting the howling wind: the kid's gotten a lot louder since he killed that gangbanger from Stone's group--nothing more than a lucky fucking shot of course, everyone knows that--but it's gotten to his head and now Rich struts around like he's something dangerous. He's picking on Thomas again too, calling him a faggot and a worm and whatever other idiotic insults span his pathetic vocabulary. It makes Cris want to laugh, and grind the fucker's face into the