Once We'd Mopped Up, We Strolled Right Into Vic's Quarters In The State House, Wrapped A Rope Around

mayoral duties

We're a long way from Waterdeep.

he didn't touch chems after this for, like, three days

so, uh, I did something new

in honour of the teaser

I've been begging my brain for months to let me reblog stuff, yet she keeps refusing, so I've finally, FINALLY come up with a solution:

@mcvalleyrambles

So, yeah. I think that's it...?

he really loves that goddamn (affectionate) hat, doesn't he

they are watching Dr. Sexy, M.D.

Two more thoughts (I didn't want to put too many things in one post, but, unlucky for you, I'm incapable of shutting up):

I'm actually taking a course called "The apocalypse and the post-apocalypse in American culture" this semester! It has absolutely nothing to do with my bachelor’s programme (International Business Economics, ugh), but I've always been drawn to post-apocalyptic fiction, so I just... couldn't resist. Anyhow, I can't wait to be writing papers on the Fallout series! (Among others, of course, but let's not stray too far right now.)

There's this song that's been stuck in my head for two months, mainly because the lyrics are sooo Hancock-coded, give it a listen if you are interested! If only I could animate... Maybe one day.

Once we'd mopped up, we strolled right into Vic's quarters in the State House, wrapped a rope around his neck, and threw him off the balcony. And there I am, gun in hand, draped in Hancock's duds, looking at all the people of Goodneighbor assembled below. I had to say something. That first time I said 'em, they didn't even feel like my words: "Of the people, for the people!"

My first-ever digital drawing (and first-ever post)! I'm not much of an artist, but I just couldn't get him out of my head