Containment Fan Art Thread

DykesDykesChina said:
Found this on tumblr

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That's epic, he looks like a giant, bent duck!
 
Fanart has been a bit scarce for the past week or so, so I thought I'd share something I made a while back. It's mostly a style test I wanted to test out for a fancomic I'm working on, but I liked it so much I decided to use it as an avatar.

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Yesterday I drew an ounce of vagina in response to this post:
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I'm not sure if this counts as fan-art, but a while ago I decided to take Terrah Yowman (from the graduation story) and, with inspiration, make her into a better character.

Terrah Leann Yowman hated her name. It wasn’t a very good name to spell, as she would always end up spelling something wrong.
“Terrah,” the teacher’s nasally voice droned, “Could you write an example of a palindrome on the blackboard?”
Terrah’s shoulders tensed. Okay. Palindromes are easy, right? All I gotta remember is that they’re same forwards and backwards. Hmm. Anna would be easy? Shit, that’s taken. Bob? Taken too. Jesus Christ.

Taking the piece of chalk, her hand wrote A man, a plan, Panama. At least, that’s what she thought she wrote. But as always, her brain betrayed her. She saw the words, Amen, a plane, Pajama. Shit…

“Did you mean to write A man, a plan, Panama?” The teacher said.

Terrah nodded, hot tears of frustration burning in her eyes. Slowly, she made her way back into her seat, Despite all lessons taught as children that the disabled were the same as everyone else, a few errant snickers still rose in the air.
I don’t mind the laughter. After all, despite what we were all taught in schools, we disabled are and always will be different. That’s the way it goes.

William Utermohlen’s famous self portraits flashed in head. "Keep tryin’, little girl, I'm also fighting a battle."
"Try?" Said another face, "Hmph. This girl hasn’t got to try, she’s got to succeed or else she’ll never win."

Never win.

The phrase “Never Win” echoed in Terrah’s head as Utermohlen’s faces became more and more distorted, until all Terrah could see was a rapidly scribbled head, looking more like a skull. She could feel his presence. The gray mist hung over them like a fog, while somewhere, breathing echoed like footsteps in an empty building. Utermohlen stared at Terrah, his black, sunken cavernous eyes begging her to put him out of his misery. Terrah tried to hug the face, but all she could feel was a suffocating, cold gray fog. Just then, the bell rang.
What time is it again? Let me check my schedule. Sweet! Time for Art!
 
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