seicee:


{ watercolours and ink on 15” x 20” board }

A school thing where I used Alex Mercer for my model —— [ LAUGHS IN PAIN ]

seicee:

{ watercolours and ink on 15” x 20” board }

A school thing where I used Alex Mercer for my model —— [ LAUGHS IN PAIN ]

(Source: aftermidnightgamer)

jackdawwine:

once again xD for manki-smile <3

jackdawwine:

once again xD for manki-smile <3

iamharlequin:

Commission for Brouge4ever.Finishing really old commissions before taking new ones, this is crunch time.

iamharlequin:

Commission for Brouge4ever.
Finishing really old commissions before taking new ones, this is crunch time.

(Source: harlequindragon)

kbearart:

I actually really love the idea behind Prototype, even though the execution wasn’t good and the second game basically screwed itself. Especially the latter; I was really disappointed.
Anyways, I always imagined Dana to be the only person on the face of the planet that could verbally bully around the fucking Monster of Manhattan and be 100% successful with it.
Constant sass at every turn, and Alex just tolerating all of it.

kbearart:

I actually really love the idea behind Prototype, even though the execution wasn’t good and the second game basically screwed itself. Especially the latter; I was really disappointed.

Anyways, I always imagined Dana to be the only person on the face of the planet that could verbally bully around the fucking Monster of Manhattan and be 100% successful with it.

Constant sass at every turn, and Alex just tolerating all of it.

sharkrocket:

I really don’t have an excuse to not play this game

sharkrocket:

I really don’t have an excuse to not play this game

Alex: *still wants inside your house*
Alex: Hey!
Alex:
Alex: *throws pebble*
Alex: . . .
Alex: *throws brick*
Alex: *assesses damage, still waits for you*
Alex: *thinks about throwing a car at your house because he's just that violent*
"Alex? Is that you?"
remaininghumanity

remaininghumanity:

iam-thevirus:

Alex blinked at his double, nodding. He wasn’t sure which version of him this was. Quite a few of them wore the same clothes… so it had always been difficult to tell them apart.

He could see confusion riddled in his clone’s gaze, so he stopped short. “I, uh… I don’t know if you remember me… It’s been a while.”

"I remember everyone I meet but, ah…" He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "We all sort of look the same. Easy to get everyone mixed up."