#tadaaaa

[caramelfangs]

Hellfireeeee

[blorbotown]

[e ja sam taj zmaj]

[ella-lloyd]

All My Friends Are Finding New Beliefs By Christian Wiman

[johnmarstonreplies]

Closed rp with @girllock-writes Wander-Epilogue-AU

The gang had ended— at least, the way he knew. His brother, dead, never finding the redemption he hoped, the woman he loved, gone, his son, gone. A massacre of blood, gunpowder and empty idealism. Took everyone to ruin. In the last days of the gang he used to call home, John started being treated like a traitor— he really wasn't, and the man who he saw as a father figure had tried to kill him. All those years and he thought there was something— money, love, belonging. But no. There was nothing left but scars and regret. After he found Micah and ended his life, there was only absolute emptyness. His friende had died, even his horse had died in the process. Four wasted years, sunk in revenge and blood. Marston just wandered after that. His thin figure, messy shirt, jeand and boots, like a ghost of what he once was, picking fights on the streets, drinking, avoiding existence. He kept fighting hoping one day someone would end his life. Got to the point he lost everything. All his belongings but an old knife he used to shave and stab. One night things got so out of hand, as he wandered down the road and reached a new town. He was drunk, two guys picked a fight with him, stole the little money and even his old knife, his dignity and his honor, and he was left by the church, on the street, cold rain soaking him, mixing blood, tears and mud. He considered getting up, but as soon as his muscles tensed...he gave up. Gave up and just lied there in the storm, like a broken toy that wasn't of use to anyone no more.

[toxictoxicities]

I'm still setting up my carrd so i might as well post this here in the meantime, my coms are open!

The place I was working for had to shut down so Im jobless :D. Good news Im more free, bad news no money.

Here are some recent coms I've done! I can design or draw up ocs ^^

[fullyfazed]

guess who graduateddddd..!

[restlessartisttt]

Fixed laughing jack doodles lol

I did not like how the ones I posted looked so I fixed them!

Tadaaa!! :^D✨✨✨

[heretic-of-the-divine]

'tis but a scratch, doctor. @thiefandlyre

As a nurse, and even in his own university years, Zandik had seen a lot of things happen not only to himself, but other people as well. Treating wounds and blemishes had become second nature to him, and he was not averse to blood or other bodily fluids. Such sights didn’t garner any shock, or disgust, or aversion; in a way such things fascinated him in a morbidly curious way. But during his work on campus he had encountered little medical emergencies that might be actually life threatening in nature. Recently, that fact has changed for the worse.

So when one of the professors stumbled into his office with a knife sticking out of his back, the nurse knew how to push the shock aside for the moment, and act.

“Sit on the stretcher,” he advised the injured young man, “and don’t make any sudden movements. You afraid of needles? Because then you might want to look away for the next part.”