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Rorschach by vicariou5 Rorschach by vicariou5
"This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll look down, and whisper 'no.'"

-Rorschach (Watchmen)


Mechanical pencil, Cretacolor monolith & compressed charcoal on 8X10 vellum paper.

Colored on photoshop
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Sabor7 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2014  Student Artist
Pretty darn awesome.
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Bluevengance Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Awesome and is dr.manhatan your icon?
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vicariou5 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2013
thank you. and it sure it.
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Bluevengance Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Welcome and woohoo!
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BadMarilyn Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is fantastic!
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BioGhost50 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013  Hobbyist
Awesome!
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Sonicthefellow7 Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Almost finished with Watchmen graphic novel... I like it so far...movie was ok. Merry Christmas everyone! Here's a poem:

Twas the night before Blake's murder, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The picture of Silver Spectre was hung on the wall with care,
In hopes they would be together someday.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of murders stabbed at their heads.
Their mamma with a 'kerchief, and I in my police cap,
Had just settled our brains for an investigation.


When outside there arose such a clatter,
I ran outside to see what was the matter.
Away to a broken window, Rorschach rose like a flash,
Reached his destination and went inside.

The moon on the breast of the dirty city,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature flying object in the sky.

With a neon blue driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Dr.Manhattan.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Wally! now, Sanderson ! now, Dexter and Janey!
On, Miss Jupiter! On, Adrian! on, on Dan and Rorschach!
To Antarctica! to the top!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Nostalgia, and Dr.Manhattan too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of feet.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Rorschach came with a bound.

He was dressed in a raincoat, from his chest to his waist,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A hammer was flung on his back,
And he looked like a ghost, just dropping in.

His face-how it shifted! his raincoat how dirty!
His cheeks were like 2 hills, his nose like a small mountain on snow!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his chin was as white as the snow.

The knife he held tight in his teeth,
And the head it encircled like a wreath.
He had a angry face and was breathing hard,
As he shook with anger, like a Tasmanian Devil!

He was muscular and well-built, a right serious Night Owl,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A step forward, bringing the hammer up over his head,
Soon gave me to know with dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And brought down, then turned with a jerk.
And I, laying in the floor,
And giving a nodd, up the chimney they rose!

They sprang onto Archie , to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Safe-night!"

Twas the Night before Blake's murder Poem.

Nice job, I like it
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moondogy42 Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
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DoomMarine58 Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2012
Evil though he's batshit insane you gotta love him.
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Napalm-Muffin Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2012
I really like the colours in this, a nice touch of purple
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