#kriegersan

[janitoad]

I really do love working in this style 🧡

[callipygiancacomixtle]

so i took a hand lettering class and made fan art of a reaper76 fic that is also the title of an mcr song... and tried to combine the font styles of mcr and overwatch?? and it looks like an old cartoon or sitcom title screen.

[its-furi-o-sa]

My Cherry Blossom costume in progress! Not pictured, my right glove, because touch screens are hard. @nsfcon . . . . . #cherryblossom #kriegersvirtualgirlfriend #archer #kriegersan #nsfcon #yyccosplay #sexycosplay #lingeriecostume #corsetcostume #animegirl #womenofcosplay #curvycosplay #cosplaygirl #nomakeup #nomakeupselfie #mirrorselfie #pinkwig #ardawigs #costumeshoppeyyc #tutu #weddingcosplay #bridecosplay #adultswim

[its-furi-o-sa]

I decided to treat myself to a new wig, for my Cherry Blossom costume. As it turns out, I already own all the stuff that this costume requires. 😆 . . . . #cherryblossom #sterlingarcher #kriegersan #kriegersvirtualgirlfriend #lingeriecosplay #cosplaygirl #ardawigs #pinkwig #womenofcosplay

[lyndsie-portfolio]

Dr. Krieger, - "also yes."

[kriegsravingretribution]

There is a science behind getting through a day. You wake up, lay in bed an hour longer than you're supposed to, rush out of bed when you realize you'll be late, take a piss. Brush your hair, brush your teeth, look in the mirror and see yourself staring back. This is important, staring into the mirror. You see yourself and how you want to be. Your hair the way you want it, your beard or lack thereof. Your eyes, black as your soul. Comfortable with yourself. Content. Then there are the conflicting thoughts. Am I comfortable? Am I me? Or am I not? Have I been drinking already, at 7 AM? Am I even bloody awake? Then you wonder what other people think. Wonder how they feel in the morning, waking up in their bodies. Bodies they may not want. Traits they want to switch out. They feel uncomfortable in their own bodies. It then makes you uncomfortable, because people can't just change what they were born right off the pitch. They have to go through so much. Then you snap out of it, realize you're even later than you thought and leave. Go to work. Work/watch YouTube all day. Get home. Decide you want to think more, even though it had previously made you uneasy that people have to go through so much in life. This is where a cigar and alcohol come in. Go to the cigar lounge, bullshit with people there, drink snob scotch. Think more about how life can really be a tosser. Take a draw of your cigar, the wonderful smoke filling your mouth and sending your palate into over drive. The slight coco flavour, or the powerful spice/pepper flavour. The earthy flavors, the dirt. The leather, the wood. Take in flavours. Go back to thinking. Become depressed about humanity being an unkind asshat. Bullshit. Go home. Back at home, lay in bed. Think more. Go to sleep. Sleep paralysis. Wake up. Repeat. Moral of this story? Not a god damned thing. This would just be my monologue if I was the villain. Which I am. So fuck.