Vanny jacobs my gall! Drew her some more yes! This is a woman! She just wears really tight shirts
Just my perfect lil woman!
Vanny is a rude stubborn and judgmental girl but….. she can be easily flustered and very shy when it comes to certain subjects but she can a absolute sweetheart if you’re kind and respectful, she knows how to keep her mouth shut but will tear you a new one if you’re being rude to her best friend Maxwell and her buddy Anderson, same goes for heinkel and Yumie/yumiko,
She doesn’t smoke….but she does consume a lot of lollipops
As for her weapons still deciding between, chain whips, two shotguns, and a axe
Hehe bonus comics because I can
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"Do I have to smash a glass over the head of every single man I come into contact with, just so I leave a fucking mark?"
- Boy Parts by Eliza Clark (2020)
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JOAN WAS A GIRL
The pipes rattle like joan at her cell door
Sacred girls cant care about being saints
Girls give up god if given good reasonÂ
Ladies lie through teeth if it means clawing freedom from captors
Scared girls kick and scream and cry
Yet Scared girls still die
Joan rattled at her cell doorÂ
She kicked and screamed and lied through her teeth
She fought to be free And She believed
 just to be caged and burned at the stake
How dare you robed men in cool rooms call her saint, when it was robed men who named her witch
No one mourns a martyr until after she’s murdered
No one prays her name until she’s a hundred years too dead to be saved
Your thanks came to late
A scared girl was trapped in a cage and was  burned at the stake
And nobody prayed Until a St. was added to her name
Don’t pray to the blood that was spilled by your hands
And Don’t  make my graveyard into holy land
Joan was a girl first, saint second and don’t you forget itÂ
Joan was a scared girl with bloody veins and crying eyes
Who banged on her cell doors and tried to get free
Joan was scared girl in a cage who died at the stakeÂ
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Hell hath no fury like a woman!
(10/2022)
a pen drawing representing my feelings surrounding the fight of feminism across the world over this year...
the reference image I used was from these very invasive but powerful photos of Algerian women during the Algerian War in the 60's taken by Marc Garanger, which I feel adds to my intentions of this piece...
I can't give these women their respect or privacy back, all I can do is channel their anger and pain into this art to represent all women who have had their rights eroded!
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I was not raised believing in a savior
so I became one for myselfÂ
Cinderella didn't need a prince
and I certainly don't need a man pulling strings from above
if one dare try he must face an angry woman’s wrath
so if God created man in his image
that must make Satan a woman
and lucky for me
I have no problem getting on my kneesÂ
lusting for the female form (like Sappho!)
no problem worshipping prideÂ
when his teachings are of hate
for personal identity; unchangeable
so much for “love thy neighbor”
when it seems he would rather me in the grave
why am I so envious of the devil ruling her kingdom
of acceptance for all, except those with hate ablaze in their eyes
maybe we got heaven and hell backwardsÂ
cause if all the gays are going to hell
you know, goddamn I want to be there as well
when all the old men in the buildingÂ
as white as their flesh and bones
quote a 3,000 year old book as reason to burn b(w)itches at the stake
cause their greed for power is everlasting
and their daddys never taught them to share
taunting us with every word
pretending to precede over with an iron fistÂ
when in reality, too caught up in the power craving more
filled with the gluttony of which you accuseÂ
the working class and single mothers who never asked to be
no action taken without consent from the governed up above
means nothing goes through to help those in need
while the powerful lay around
in pathetic, slothful delight
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