|Two Eighth Doctors!|
My gallery is very mixed bag, but that's due to the fact that I lack talent with a pencil and have to make do with what I do have. Inside you will find literature, cosplay, digital coloring, photography, comics, photocomics, and all manners of silliness.
Characters I have cosplayed:
The 8th Doctor, original, "Dark Eyes," and "Night of the Doctor" versions (Doctor Who)
The 6th Doctor (Doctor Who)
Nightwing (DC Comics)
Wan (The Legend of Korra)
Trill Starfleet officer (Star Trek)
Daredevil (Marvel Netflix)
The Grace Given to MeThe Lord of the Rings fanfiction: How do you know that today is the day to die? How do you spend your last day? The thoughts of Aragorn.The Grace Given to Me by MirachRavaia
It is time. I know it just as the birds know when to obey the calling of the wind and fly away from the cold lands to feel the sunrays on their wings again. I know it just as the tree knows when to say farewell to its leaves, watching them flutter to the ground one by one and giving something of itself with every leaf. I know that my time has come.
Sometimes I wondered how I would recognize it. How does a man know that he has reached the point where he can leave with dignity and greatness like the kings of old? How does he know that today is the day to die? It could be tomorrow and tomorrow again. One more day not for myself, but for the ones that I love. How can I leave them to grieving? How many times was I near death and only their love returned me to life, showed me the way through the shadows? How can I abandon the
Expos-EDExpos-EDExpos-ED by Nintendo-Nut1
Lets see over the shoulder, thick over thin, wrap the thick, run the loop, pull, straighten.
Usually such a procedure delighted Eddward to no end, but not tonight. Not under this circumstance.
Dolefully, he straightened his tie and took a good look at himself in the full-sized mirror in front of him. He was dolled up in a straight white suit, so bright in its whiteness it nearly blinded him. Despite the time he spent to make it look as neat and clean as humanly possible, he was less than confident in his appearance. The blazer was obviously too big, the cuffs hanging past his wrists, and for all he knew, his argyle-patterned tie couldve been completely clashing with the striped shirt underneath. Hopefully no one would notice.
With a heavy sigh, he turned away from the mirror to face the over-stimulation that was his best friends room, from the shag carpet to the disco ball glit
Current Residence: Arizona, where the grass is always greener.... on the other side of the state line!
Quote: "Every dark cloud may have a silver lining, but every gingerbread house has a witch inside."
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I am also willing to beta-read on commission. 100 points for every 1,000 words will get you my proofreading skills and any thoughts/comments I might have on your writing.
Bargain Coloring Commissions!You know you want to commission me, because I'm super cheap.