montmartre-parapluie reblogged
@montmartre-parapluie I was stalking Sam’s Facebook gallery, and look what I found. He kept these pics…it was the only TURN fan art I saw there. He must have liked the little guy.
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Seriously?!
Well guys, the art bug hasn't hit me in a while - not since I drew Major Hewlett a while back, but I got the overwhelming urge to draw a bit of Anna today, in one of my favourite outfits on her. YEs, the skirt should have been striped too - but I got tired halfway through and decided to just ink in a "black" petticoat, funnily enough.Hoping this cheers up @annastrxng, who deserves all the fanart and love that Tumblr can give her...
A little something I drew ages and ages ago - way before @calamity-bean ‘s amazing ‘How to Draw Burn Gorman’ Tutorial! At the time, it didn’t quite look like him - almost, but not quite. And I was too worried about messing it up if I went any further , so it sat lonely and abandoned on my lunch break sketchbook. But then came along the tutorial of awesome,and I finally figured out that insane jawline and cute-as-a-button mouth. All-praise @calamity-bean!
Because apparently I can’t get enough of demonic baby psychopaths being adorably uber-violent ...er, I mean, whimsical!
Inspired by the lovely @rapid-apathy who suggested I draw ‘Infant Graves’ on a sugar high, wrestling the dog. Well, after episode 3 and the showdown with Robert Rogers - this kinda turned into ‘fighting a Scottish terrier who is far too old for demonic three year olds with no boundaries’. Dog may or may not be “old, fat and slow” - but he has four legs and he knows when to run the hell away.
One of these times is a hyper ”Infant John Graves Simcoe ” waving a cricket bat with a certain look in his eye...
No worries, dog-lovers. Mama Simcoe tends to intervene before things get too Tarantino-esque. Besides, the sugar does wear off ...eventually.
Because someone is a huge Simcoe nerd, and I’ve had this image in my head since I wrote that last Historical! Simcoe post.
Cue the creepily staring ‘Infant Graves’ - where Simcoe’s mother doesn’t know if it’s chronic wind, colic, or just well, baby John. (Psst, Mrs Simcoe: that means he likes you. Seriously, you’ll know if he doesn’t.)
This is keeping me going until Cold Murdering Bastards airs over here tomorrow. Have a baby one, instead.