Misled Origins - Part 1
Comic commission for @commonwealth-hugs.Thanks again for commissioning me and for your patience!
Misled belongs to @commonwealth-hugs
Shane belongs to @monster-jensen
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Misled Origins - Part 1
Comic commission for @commonwealth-hugs.Thanks again for commissioning me and for your patience!
Misled belongs to @commonwealth-hugs
Shane belongs to @monster-jensen
Sketches by @monster-jensen.
Trish belongs to @spacialkiwi Molly belongs to @monster-jensen Toby belongs to @vectober Travis belongs to @skizoh Charlie belongs to @averys-shack
Bonus panel from @skizoh:
(art posted with permission from their respective artists)
Commission from @unromancable to @maggie-the-ghoul ‘s Melly and Shane who’s belong’s to @monster-jensen .
Happy Birthday Maggie! <3
"Wake up! Wake up...!" Mike/Red and Bastion >:)c
“Wake up!”
The world is tinted scarlet, from his visor, yes, but also from the blood soaking Red’s eyes. What an apt name, for a man who paints himself in crimson to now lay covered in blood. If there is a god in this forsaken wasteland, he had a cruel sense of irony, and Red was his punch line.A man named Red lays covered in his own blood. Play the sting. Cue the laughter.“Wake up! Please... you need to wake up...”That voice, its low and gravel tones. It belongs to the General, the man who was his enemy so many years, and is now leaning over him trying to coax him out of the dark that threatens to swallow him. Idiot... Red had no idea what possessed him to try and shield that man from a bullet. He should hate him, he wants to. But some primal part of him screamed that he needed to be protected. Look where that got himA man named Red lays covered in his own blood. He tried to save his enemy. Play sting. Cue laughter.“Just let me die” Red moans. That dark felt so inviting. It would be a lie to say he hadn’t ached for it since as long as he could remember.“No. You have to live. Please, don’t die on me...” What is that tone...? Desperate, broken... He shouldn’t sound like that. Like grief.A man named Red lays covered in his own blood. He tried to save his enemy. Now his enemy is trying to save him. Sting. Laughter.“What’s it matter to a man like you if I live or die?”Unseen, Bastion’s eyes fall on the scar at Red’s hand, between thumb and forefinger. Red doesn’t know how he got it -- the assumption had always been a whittling accident. There’d never been anyone to tell him he was right. “It means the world to me whether you live or die. So stay awake. Just a little longer”A man named Red lays covered in his own blood. He tried to save his enemy. His enemy was his brother all along.Silence.Tears.
Sharon, Isaac, Feint
Isaac for lab partner, defos. He’d be the most dedicated and knowledgeable. Sharon for the trainer because she would be focused and patient. Feint for the elevator because I wouldn’t get bored.
monster-jensen replied to your photoset “Hey by the way I cut off all of my hair”
A good face
Thank you M-J my friend ;w;
monster-jensen replied to your post: I can’t believe even my shitposts aren’t safe from...
I ship the shippost and the shitpost, they were always meant to be
otp: one true post
Ahhhhhhhh thanks youuu!!! =w=