feeling some kind of way about how neither angel's slutty, sprawling haughty act at the black drop nor his panicked pleading in the dressing room is who he really is. how the two extremes his survival mode takes are either puffing himself up to look bigger or cowering low to the ground to look smaller, both of them fundamentally reactive, fundamentally passive. how the first time we really see his true self is with blood in his hair, guns in his hands, a black eye, and laughing, neither the egotistical jackass nor the flinching prey
what if Angel Dust was like a Pomeranian and usually gets most of his fluff shaved except for his hair and chest? Then he could sculpt in different ways...big booty fluff and neck ruff for example~
A mafioso from New York and a gambler from Vegas. Hell is indeed a strange place.
Yooo I am participating in the 2025 Huskerdust week and I'm using both prompts every day with like a little fake quote for every drawing haha. Let's see how this turns out....
Finished com for CelestialSpider on Twitter and bsky. I was touched she wanted my babies 🥹 this was such a cute and fun piece to work on🥰
And ofc the progression shots
I love these two
me and my homies support real artists who put their passion into their pieces instead of a machine who rips off the hard work of talented peeps
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First drawing of the year!
More huskerdust!
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