#hissery

‘The irrational desire to yell “Shut up!” nearly overtook me, but I jammed my (very, very cold) hands down into my pockets and stifled the urge. I also had to stifle the urge to remind him that it was his fault that I had to wear such a ridiculous article of clothing on the submarine in the first place.’

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2127099/1/Roll-of-Thunder

cont: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13188786/chapters/30168153

hey buckaroos I’m starting commissions and I’d be eternally grateful if you’d consider me for your arty needs!

prices listed above are flat rates; things like excessive detail (intricate jewelry, super super intense hair, extra characters) might be a little extra, but we can always hash that stuff out. Bare in mind due to time-constraints I’m only offering waist-ups at most right now! 

WILL DO: mild nsfw, blood, fanart/OCS (would LOVE to hear about your characters!!)

WON’T: hardcore gore/nsfw, mecha, furries (basically cause I ain’t there with my skills yet lol)

I can only accept payments through PayPal! You won’t have to pay til you’re happy with a sketch. If you like what you see you can make the payment and I’ll update you with progress shots til it’s all done!

Save Shaundi, 100%. You can regroup and hunt down your enemies later. You can’t bring back your friends.

After all of it was over she let Angel go, with a blessing and the Three Count and a briefcase full of money. Killbane was always his score to settle anyway. The money would take him as far as wherever Killbane had gone, plus a little nest egg for after the bastard was dead.

Rosie’d gotten awfully fond of Viola, though. Hard not to respect a woman who’d made it that far in the underworld. She and Oleg were the two from Steelport that Rosie kept in her inner circle - Viola to manage the finances of the Saints’ corporate enterprise, Oleg as intelligence officer and her personal bodyguard.

aaah thank you so much!!!!!