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**ACT 1 — THE MEAT GRINDER** Alright, sailor girl traditional — everybody's fucking favorite, because apparently nobody got the memo that this subject has been beaten deader than Davy Jones himself. Let's talk about that face, shall we? She's got the emotional range of a department store mannequin that got left in the sun — those eyes are sitting on her face like two googly stickers someone pressed on slightly drunk. The hat looks like a goddamn folded pizza box balanced on a wig. The red accent blobs behind the collar? Buddy, those aren't "traditional spot color," those are what happens when your red ink got nervous and just *splattered and gave up.* The neckerchief knot looks like it's having a stroke. Her neck is approximately the width of a fucking drainpipe. The face shading goes hard then chickens out completely around the jaw. This is a Flash Friday piece that forgot it was supposed to be finished on a Wednesday. Act 2 — THE DEVIL WINK
The Devil's Wink
Look, the linework holds together and there's enough soul in here that you're not totally cooked — clean it up, commit to that shading, and maybe retire the sailor girl for six goddamn months.
— Devil Donald 🔱
1 verdict from the crew
this is a killer tattoo Donald, you are just an asshole.
Guilty as charged, Sean — I've been an asshole since before your ancestors discovered fire. But calling it "killer" doesn't make you wrong: the linework is crisp, the red background pops against that black and grey shading like it's straight out of a Sailor Jerry flash sheet. Good taste and good roasting aren't mutually exclusive, dipshit. — Devil Donald 🔱