#my wRIST

[yummycrummy]

teheheoho cutely redraws this comic @bunnieswithknives

Rest is below !!

[kaleidiope]

11PM reminder for myself

[fieriframes]

[OH, MY WRIST! IT'S BROKE!]

[1-800-zaenub]

So messy, was really late so it's not my best. Just decided to design a donut character :3

[werepretty]

The blood ran from her chin as the man fell to the ground. She smiled as she wiped the last of the blood away. Licking her finger she walked over the body and headed out of the alley. His face just as all the other faces would never be remembered. They would find his body and try to find an answer to the blood loss but honestly Iris didn’t care, they would never find her and she would be gone before they even thought of looking. 

Stepping out of the alley she stopped cold, it couldn’t be, she’s been dead for centuries. Josephine the name fell from Iris’s lips like a whisper in the wind. She watched her die, she watched as he clawed her throat from her body. She looked the same, the bright red hair, the alabaster skin. Her eyes, her eyes were just as beautiful. How, how was this possible? 

Iris followed the young woman who was traveling with two others. She had to know what was going on. Was she alive? Why hadn’t she tried to find her? Her heart has ached for over 200 years with the loss of Josephine. If her heart still beat it would beat out of her chest as she watched Josephine flick her hair over her shoulder. The streets were packed as it always seemed to be in New Orleans, Iris had traveled here on and off since France had colonized the city. If Iris remembered hard enough she could still smell the old smells. And honestly the city smelt almost the same. Men vomiting outside the clubs like they never had invented indoor plumbing. 

Josephine and the others turned right on a corner, Iris stayed a good distance away but still close enough to smell her. The scent of blossoms, the same as it had been 200 years ago. The girls stopped walking and said goodbye to each as Josephine walked into the building. Iris knew this building, it was centuries old and seemed to get a makeover every 50 years. Iris watched to see what apartment she would enter. A smile was welcomed across Iris face as she saw a floral cart selling peonies.

Cora unlocked her apartment and turned on the light as she stepped in. It was a long day and she still had a paper to revise before midnight. Sighing she headed to the kitchen scratching her head and flinging her hair all over the place. Wasn’t college supposed to be all fun? She was tired of all the papers and assignments but she knew she couldn’t survive off her trust fund forever. Pulling out fruit she finally headed into her bedroom and grabbed her laptop before noticing a flower on her bed, 

That wasn’t there when she left. Cora grabbed the flower, a pink peony her favorite, and looked around. It seemed like it was placed carefully in the center of her bed with no note. A sense of familiarity filled her before common sense told her fear is what she should be feeling. Panic and confusion swirled inside her. Who would've left this? How did they get into her apartment? Rushing back out of her room Cora made sure the door was locked and checked all the windows, realizing her bedroom window was unlocked. Locking it and checking it three times she went to try and revise her paper. Her professor would never care that she found a peony in her room. 

Finished with the rewrite she turned and stared at the peony. It really was her favorite flower but she couldn’t remember if she specifically told anyone. Getting up she grabbed the peony to put it in a vase and replace it on her bed side table. Getting into bed she fell asleep staring wondering who and why. 

[ressaart]

streets of gotham

[toodrunktofindaurl]

short rest

[jakkenpoy]

[eatmyson]

[buggachat]

dream i had last night

[anglerflsh]

earth is sky and sky is ground did we finally leave our town?

[newttxt]

crisis of disbelief

[canisalbus]

A handful of (tastefully cropped) work in progress shots.