#artbythree

she said, you know, like a liar.

I Want my Wei Ying Back, with apologies to Jon Klassen.

Inspired by @dotstronaut‘s Good Omens inversion, and of course, the original stinky bastard man.

I'm always thinking about localized Xie Lian. He's a day laborer squatting in a condemned building. He's a brick shithouse who's missed several meals. He's visibly recovering from recent injuries. He has the most beautiful face you've ever seen. He dresses exclusively in shitty old stained clothes the color of death, an ankle monitor and an old hat a farmworker gave him when he was dying in the street. I wouldn't say he's a Christian, but I bet he wryly appreciates the story of the Crucifixion. (Not the icon of muscular Christianity, but the Jesus who got the cops called on him for sleeping on a park bench.) What if Hua Cheng found his god one day, waiting outside the Home Depot for a day's work so he could eat.

(for a much cuter version, see @shitpostlemon's adorable drawing.)

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The waning moon (don’t look back in anger)

Oh delight, @mikkeneko has started posting Scum Villain fic “In Durance Veil”. Author should have a quick sketch of Chapter 3, as a treat.