#visionsinthefog

[esuerc]

Commission for @visionsinthefog! Thank you for commissioning me! 

[selfmedicatingmayor]

@visionsinthefog

//did some teen prowler today for fun ayyyy

scars on the left are based on discord hp au stuff, the right is a different verse 👍👍

[cassafra5]

B/W Lineart of @amasteruniverse‘s OC Atticus “The Prowler” of @visionsinthefog !

Thanks again for commissioning me!

[grandzealot]

@visionsinthefog asked

♬ = singing to them

          He merely rested his eyes – Difficult to do much else under the present conditions: Unfamiliar territory, equally odd company, and growing unease over what the future may hold. The creaking of every step of the other occupants of the inn provided no further help.

          The Grand Zealot had grown resigned to the restless misery of present circumstances until strangely soothing hymns began to meet his ears...

         “What song is that?”   

emoticon starters || selectively accepting

[selfmedicatingmayor]

thoughts on prowler?

@visionsinthefog

“Oooh, Prowler..... that crazy motherfucker is hilarious. Dude just eats paint all day and speaks real cryptically and freaks people out, it’s great. I feel for him, though. Man’s scarred to hell and he ain’t all there upstairs anymore and judgin’ by the scars that look suspiciously like a shock collar, I’d say raiders are probably at fault for that. I can’t imagine the kinda shit he’s been through, but I’m gonna do my best to try to make up for that by givin’ him everythin’ he deserves. I just wanna help that poor, crazy bastard.”

[noseblxxd]

via @visionsinthefog

           Disturbing, but she pushed her own biases aside for the moment.  Blood was blood, regardless of who is came from.

  “A little.”  She answered quietly, the gauze she used to clean him drenched.  Unusable.  Whipping her hands off on her pant legs, Bev used her fingers to continue the work she started.  

          “Are you okay though?  Are you hurt?”

[darngoodshot-blog]

@visionsinthefog // liked my starter

C.I.T.-- a hotbed of radiation and ghouls and all sorts of nasty shit. But hey! It's the quickest way he can figure out to get back to Sanctuary. MacCready isn't thrilled with the fact that he's supposed to sit around and wait until his employer is done with whatever Nick Valentine had for him, by that's life.

Getting abandoned, and traveling by himself again. Alone. Forgotten. Yeah. Life.

Through Cambridge, too-- all the damn ferals set his teeth on edge every single time he had to come close. At least there wasn't anyone else he had to protect himself from, if he kept to the fringes of town. Until there was.

[selfmedicatingmayor]

amasteruniverse replied to your post: ✍ bruised and bloodied maybe?? B]

“HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY B…. FRIEND, HANCOCK.”

“I thought I was your b...... friend.”