Oh shit, its 'Daz Mutt' and his stand: 'RULER OF EVERYTHING' (left), as well as his sidekick Grivani Grippo who's stand has yet to be established because the writer died of cringe and shame while typing this sentence.

Drew this as a joke after my bf made me binge-watch half of the jojo-seasons with him. I liked how it turned out tho!

She's hackin and wackin and smackin…

Whispers in the streets, whispers in the temples. Whispers that are putting her in a bad mood. Peace. Fucking. Peace. For fifteen years she's been smashing heads on this forsaken island. Saxon heads, Welsh heads, Scottish heads, Irish heads, Frisian heads, Crusader heads… wasted her youth and strength fighting … and now there might be peace. And then the Danes, who have grown just as ‘civilized’ in their worship of the gods as the Saxons, are going to want them out. Out of the cities, out of the island. What is she going to do then? And more importantly: Who's going to pay her?

Wealdmær and his co-worker/mentor are running late on a delivery, thank the gods he has his e-bike and his favourite punk-rock ready.

During the closing years of the medieval period a war engulfed all of Anglia over religious and political dominance. The free Danish city-states, remnants of the Danelaw and dotted along the eastern shores of the island, were always in the thick of this bloody conflict, fighting both the agnian crusaders and anyone who threatened their independence.

Being a imperial police-officer is tough: He had to choose between his kids school-concert or the night-shift, he wasn't sure which one would be worse. He still ain't.

It's 1916 and you're just chillin...

Clockwise:

A discussion about pie

Pottery and Knapping

Being drunk in the middle of the night while encountering a rift for the first time.

They thought about casting him for the Machinist.

He smile.

Name: Wealdmær Species: Wolf Occupation: Food deliverer for ‘Feormfriend’ (food-friends) POB: Lunden POR: Lunden

In his early twenties

Severely underweight

Has a cute houseplant

Barely ever says more than two words

STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM

Two Carthaginian boios

Bleeding Fungus, concept.