Tag: Charlie Vanderbee
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Tower
post session 6 “Exam day”. Piss off Bullshit T will always find a way to fuck us over without meaning to. She put our first “test” in the hands of some assholes and did not accompany us. What kind of teacher simply steps away and becomes a stupid little box to spectate upon? If I…
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Coffeehouse AU – Internal Images
Since I’m not posting the entirety of the Coffeehouse AU for public consumption, I figured I would like to post up the work I did in 2023 for it! The comic above shows just how old this story is. I ended up using this art when I did the typesetting for this scene as well.…
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Annual Charlie Painting
Every year a little closer to how I picture this bastard. Here’s the timeline!
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First Painting of 2023
As always, a Charlie to shake off the rust! I have a job interview coming up so who knows how much painting I will be getting done soon. I’m still working on filling the backlog of stuff I had taken down last year. We just moved so I’m still working through things!
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Sure Of It
It can’t wait. She was so close today. The feeling of her fingers in his hair and over his body. They’re lingering on him. He’s dying for release. The door to his apartment slams shut and he kicks off his shoes. He doesn’t even bother taking off his necktie as he drops onto the couch,…
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Garden Fuck
It was going to be a nice day. Charlie leans out of his window, breathing in the cool breeze. He runs his fingers along the leaves of the herbs in his window box, watching them rise to meet him, and smiles to himself. “Charlie?” Thandi’s voice. Even now, after so long, he gets excited to…
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Sleepless
It’s been well over two days and Charlie still can’t sleep. He doesn’t get it. Chamomile. Lavender. Cannabis seeds. Valerian root. Catnip. Nothing he makes brings sleep. It just makes him exhausted on top of the insomnia. He’s already useless as a doctor, but a doctor without sleep is worse. Things poke him, prod him,…
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Nightmares
Her hand hesitates when she reaches out for him. To feel that touch…he leans forward, but she shies further. Charlie’s heart aches. “Please. Dearest…it’s me.” The words come out twisted, a snarl that can’t seem to wrap around the common tongue. Thandi flinches and Charlie’s wings droop. He’s not familiar with the creature he’s become,…