The Pirate's Swag

Nicknamed the Pirate due to a unique taste in clothing, I decided to fly with such a title. Personal art and photography, Steampunk things, random fandoms, and some ramblings of a starving college student all found here. c: Feel free to leave a message, I don't bite hard.

I am on hiatus! I will be back come July-August of 2015! I will miss you all, my queue will be running until it runs out. My art blog will get posts once or twice a month, too.
Visit me also at:
My art blog
My fashion blog
My DeviantART

Ask me anything!
sherlawkward:

rifa:

camflougedzut:

 
fearof-theunknown:

The Trap
In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.
She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police.
When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people.
And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”


oh

IT TOOK ME A SECOND TO REALIZE WHAT THE LETTER MEANT AND NOW IM FREAKING OUT

sherlawkward:

rifa:

camflougedzut:

 

fearof-theunknown:

The Trap

In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police.

When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people.

And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”

oh

IT TOOK ME A SECOND TO REALIZE WHAT THE LETTER MEANT AND NOW IM FREAKING OUT

(via kili-fili-and-frilly)

president-cellphone:

And then, suddenly, I had stepped into Okami.

These were taken at the Venetian.