> They can force me to shave meself as smooth as a newborn babe, choke me up in perfume an’ costumes, make me act like an obedient, little prissy… But one day, I’ll burn this goddamned place to the ground. Tear this rotten, piece of shit of a hellhole to pieces. An’ I’m gonna piss on the bloody graves of each filthy bastard that ever laid their hands on me, and wipe those shit-eating-grins off their faces when I turn into the new name they’ll choke on their rotten tongues.
the prelude to how he became a pirate!!
yeah ig i just wanted to draw a little peep on what it was like in one of the lowest points of anci’s life, and how even then he continues to fight with pure hatred and vitriol to the world that brought him into being, and how during these times he is driven through nothing but sheer spite.
also its been a while since i fully rendered a piece :3
