#variant-waylon

[paraloid]

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[paraloid]

[corporateasshole-andlovingit]

¥ - (Whispers) :D

He would’ve yelled, but the stupidity of this thought alone made him roll his eyes at himself. Yeah, why not just fucking tell every single crazed inmate running free that here he stood, the epitome of a Murkoff scapegoat. So far, Jeremy Blaire had survived in the post-ascension looney bin, but he didn’t know for how much longer. Currently, he followed some of the more violent patients on the control room screens, plotting how to get past them as quickly and as silently as possible. And then he saw the back of someone crouched over a wounded guard. Blaire grinned. Ah, wasn’t that just perfect? The software engineer, noble crusader that he was, on his knees to help a man who couldn’t be helped.“Gotcha, Park”, Jeremy whispered as he moved his face closer to the screen.But…Waylon was not helping the guard up. The pulling ang tugging got more furious by the second, and finally the CEO realized what the other man was doing - scraping the fucking guard hollow and carelessly discarding his guts.Well.He might just let Tac have this one.

[where-are-the-sharks-blog]

† - (Angry)

Usually the eggheads took care of everything administrative and IT, but in most cases, Rick didn’t need their help. The wiring and the software didn’t pose any problems for the executive, and even after the asylum had become a menagerie of madness, he was doing just fine. Juuust fine.Until, of course, someone started meddling with his patients, and his most painstakingly accumulated arsenal of tools. That he just couldn’t have. As he wandered back to one of the larger sick chambers, he at first suspected the stench of burned metal and rubber was just in his head, as a vicious fever had been battling him for dominance for a few days now, and the unaccredited surgeon was unwilling to let it win.Not when there was still so much profit to be made. Once people started buying, of course. But they would. Oh, they would.A slick oil trail led him to an assembly of shelves on which he’d stacked old cables and wires in case he was running low on the ropes and body bags to cut stripes from in order to restrain his less upbeat patients; hey, he could totally understand their anger at such trifling issues, but losing a limb here and there was simply necessary to keep the market growing. That was just Economics 101. They’d get it sooner or later…or maybe not.And now all those pieces were fuckin’ gone. Just like that. No trace of where they’d been moved to, but - a note.Somebody had left him a note.“The fuck?”, he muttered, skimming the piece of paper a couple of times before the gears were turning at full speed. ‘Sir’, it read, ‘I had to borrow some of your equipment in order to back up a couple of very important files. I’m sure you understand. - IT.’The handwriting was sloppy, the words smeared rather than written, but Rick knew exactly who’d scribbled this fucking audacity. And he wasn’t going down without a fight.“PARK! YOU SUNNOVA BITCH! I’LL GETCHA FER EVERY LAST ARTERY THAT’S STILL GOT BLOOD IN IT, YA FUCKIN’ JACKASS!”

[clairjohnson]

So I really only have time to draw between classes now lol. Here are some WIPs of things I'm working on right now. Look at them cutie Waylons ( wayrider and variant-waylon) being scary :> Hopefully I'll get them done soon!

(Told ya I was working on something Way lol :>)

[postasylumwaylon-blog]

My Tumblr Crushes:

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wayrider

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clairjohnson

variant-waylon

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mountmassivetherapist

look at all these quality blogs man

[postasylumwaylon-blog]

Hey you! Yes, you. Come here. I have few words for you.

Shit. Him again. He thought he'd managed to lose him with that earlier distraction tactic, but seems his little gift had been in vain. "Heeyyyy... So, that hard drive not working out for you? Because, you know, if it's broken I could totally get a new one for you." As he spoke, he backed away a few paces, ever so slowly, getting ready to run in case the taller man had plans to let his axe speak for him. 

[ask-waylson]

♔ "hey, son"

hey dad, congratulation, you won