victor

Following the hours after the visit from the Rat King and her entourage of a thousand criticisms, the growing crew of misfit bastards gathered in their den beneath a slum-house roof. The meeting had left them with a lot to digest, and a lot to consider. The fire burned lazily in the hearth...

Reeeeeeee I've been inactive here. I do a lot of pictures at a time bc they take me several days to complete, and I get bored. Thus I flit between them to avoid abandoning them entirely, hence why i'm slow on the progress of individual pictures. backflips out

“I am - yet what I am, none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes — They rise and vanish in oblivion's host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live — like vapors tost” Basic Information (Required) Full Name...