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For about a year, I've been slowly making my way through the Discworld series by terry Pratchett (thus far, I've read 5 books cause I like to have intervals in between). It's chock full of clever puns, plots that involve journalists and postmasters instead of knights and princesses, lovable characters and happy endings. What more could you wish for?

Anyway, this is Moist von Lipwig, ex-conman and Postmaster General of Ankh-Morpork, in a scene from "Going Postal" where he imagines himself being lifted up by words.
It's the first time I've drawn a whole-bodied person in a semi-realistic way. Ta da. I'm also proud of the hands.

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The lanterns winked out... and by the darkness they now shed Moist von Lipwig saw the writing on the wall or, at least, hanging in the air just in front of it. The hidden pen swooped through the air in loops and curves, drawing its glowing blue letters behind it.
'Moist von Lipwig?' it wrote.
"Er...yes?"
'You are the Postmaster!'
"Look, I'm not the One you are looking for!"
'Moist von Lipwig, at a time like this, any One will do!'
"But...but...I am not worthy!"
'Acquire worth with speed, Moist von Lipwig! Bring back the light! Open the doors! stay not the messengers about their business!'
Moist looked around at the golden light coming up from around his feet. It sparkled off his fingertips and began to fill him up from the inside, like fine wine. He felt his feet leave the dais as the words lifted him up and spun him around gently.
'In the beginning was a Word, but what is a Word without its messenger, Moist von Lipwig? You are the Postmaster!'
"I am the Postmaster!" Moist shouted.
'The mail must move, Moist von Lipwig! Too long have we been bound here.'
"I will move the mail!"
'You will move the mail?'
"I will! I will!"
Moist von Lipwig?
"Yes?"
The words came like a gale, whirling the envelopes in the sparkling light, shaking the building to its foundations.
Deliver us!