They Will Not Force Us

I am exhausted with revolution spirit.

^ Is called Fender. He's a freedom fighter from my novel. He is full of angst and joie de vivre and rum. He dances and starts fires and uprisings.


Also - despite appearances, that is not a starfish on his face. It's a brand.

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Fender through the ages:
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I listened to The Resistance at least fourteen times through drawing and photoshopping this.
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I defy any fascist thug to intimidate me now.