01-12-2018, 07:20 PM
01-12-2018, 07:22 PM
Mortimer and "Mr Sunshine". once upon a different life we rode our bikes into the sky |
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<center><table width="710" height="100" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="background: url('https://i.imgur.com/fLwB7rf.png') center top no-repeat; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; border:solid 0px #000000"><div align="justify" ;="" style="color:#233650; padding: 600px 80px 30px 80px; font-family:Georgia; font-size:8pt; letter-spacing:0px; line-spacing:14px; line-height:14px; text-shadow: none;">
Mortimer and <font color="0d1622">"Mr Sunshine"</font>.
</div><center><div style="margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 20px; text-align: jusitfy; color: #000000; line-height: 17px; letter-spacing: 2px;">once upon a different life<br>
<sub><sub><sub>we rode our bikes into the sky</sub></sub></sub></div></center><br>
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<sub><center>art by imi</center></sub>01-12-2018, 07:23 PM
Mortimer was silent as he crossed through realms, worlds and portals. Leaving his father behind to die in the carnage that had ensued had left him numb with grief and confusion. "Have you seen Tandavi?" some things never sleep |
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<center><table width="650" height="400" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="background: url('https://i.imgur.com/f661lUU.png') center top no-repeat; padding: 500px 0px 0px 0px; border:solid 0px #000000"><div align="justify" ;="" style="color:#5e556b; padding: 95px 80px 20px 80px; font-family:Georgia; font-size:9pt; letter-spacing:0px; line-spacing:14px; line-height:14px; text-shadow: none;">
Mortimer was silent as he crossed through realms, worlds and portals. Leaving his father behind to die in the carnage that had ensued had left him numb with grief and confusion. <font color="#775e97">"Have you seen Tandavi?"</font>
</div><center><div style="margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 23px; text-align: jusitfy; color: #775e97; line-height: 17px; letter-spacing: 2px;">some things never sleep</div></center><br>
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art by <a href="http://i-mi.deviantart.com/art/Mortimer-679344899">valycon</a></center>01-12-2018, 07:28 PM
It’s a lonely life. By now Mortimer, son of a dead fool and a fire dancer, grandson of a drug addict, had convinced himself he was used to walking alone through a demented world. once upon a different life we rode our bikes into the sky |
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<center><table width="600" height="100" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="background: url('https://i.imgur.com/UszygOS.png') center top no-repeat; padding: 180px 0px 0px 0px; border:solid 0px #000000"><div align="justify" ;="" style="color:#4c3d3a; padding: 95px 80px 20px 80px; font-family:Georgia; font-size:8pt; letter-spacing:0px; line-spacing:14px; line-height:14px; text-shadow: none;">It’s a lonely life. By now Mortimer, son of a dead fool and a fire dancer, grandson of a drug addict, had convinced himself he was used to walking alone through a demented world.
</div><center><div style="margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 20px; text-align: jusitfy; color: #5e2924; line-height: 17px; letter-spacing: 2px;">once upon a different life
<sub><sub><sub>we rode our bikes into the sky</sub></sub></sub></div></center><br>
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art by <a href="https://i-mi.deviantart.com/art/I-could-lie-awake-just-to-watch-you-breathe-670283796">emeraldthewoof</a></center>01-12-2018, 07:48 PM
It’s a lonely life. By now Mortimer, son of a dead fool and a fire dancer, grandson of a drug addict, had convinced himself he was used to walking alone through a demented world. Mortimer |
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<center><table width="680" height="400" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="background: url('https://i.imgur.com/D3AjRv0.png') center top no-repeat; padding: 530px 0px 0px 0px; border:solid 2px #000000"><div align="justify" ;="" style="color:#5b4c2e; padding: 95px 80px 20px 80px; font-family:Georgia; font-size:9pt; letter-spacing:0px; line-spacing:14px; line-height:14px; text-shadow: none;">
It’s a lonely life. By now Mortimer, son of a dead fool and a fire dancer, grandson of a drug addict, had convinced himself he was used to walking alone through a demented world.
</div><center><div style="margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 18px; text-align: jusitfy; color: #937743; line-height: 17px; letter-spacing: 2px;"><i>Mortimer</i></div></center>
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<a href="https://nikkayla.deviantart.com/">[size=xx-small]image credits[/size]</a></center>