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Those who messaged me or sent me asks up till now are locked in! I may be getting in contact with ya if I feel like I need more references 💛

HEY U

Yeah, you

I wanna draw some twst (twisted wonderland) ocs, give me your twst ocs >:))) i'll probably do just one or two, waist shot up traditional doodles. Give them to me!!!!!!!! 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

Or maybe i'll do more who knows, my rules bb

Or feel free to request an oc from any fandom/universe, i don't mind :>

Sample???? ig its not trad tho:

wait people sleep with their doors closed????

wait people sleep with their doors closed????

so Sango- A3 & Kagura- C1 please?

Of course, Anon~ Hope you like it!💗

wait people sleep with their doors closed????

i don’t know if i believe in burning bridges, but i do stand behind my closed doors. locked but maybe with my key in hand.

Untitled #142 by leowashington934 featuring destroyed skinny jeans

Closed neck tie blouse / River Island destroyed skinny jeans, $53 / Shoes / Gentle Monster over sized sunglasses / Smashbox lipstick / Glitter Injections Majesty Septum Clip

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@eatmylove​ + colt 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ nah i reckon you’re trying to pull a fast one on me. not fuckin’ cool at all that now is it darlin ?  ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍colt stands tall, hands rested on his hips in a certified karen-esc way as he raises brows at the individual ahead of him. they’d seemingly picked up HIS bike, assuming it was their own & both you & i know that this was simply a mistake, colt saw differently. raised to be defensive over what is his, even with the bike returned, the male felt the need to cause a scene and start an issue with them.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍proper thought you could take off with my shit didn’t ya ? nah. not a smart move. just because your shit is busted doesn’t give you the rights to take mine. ‍ ‍  ❜‍ ‍

‍starter call babey! 

@goddamnfaded​ + yon

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ what ? are you talking to me ? i really was not listening. it isn’t that i don’t care what you were saying except that it is. ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍yon is ... not the best at communicating. she’s trying. most her nonchalant attempts at forming words seem to come together as an offensive attack regardless the context of that conversation. lifeless eyes blink up at the male, waiting for a response. she’s uncertain if she wants to hear what he had to say a second time, but he was quite interesting to look at, so she didn’t mind all that much.

‍starter call babey!

@lighthousc​​ + yon

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ is there something on my face ? ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍coming across in a rather snappy tone, yon stares into the optics ahead of her, her mirror glassy optics remaining nonchalant & unreadable. as always. this individual interested her, maybe she wanted to ask them ? no. it was way to soon to be considering those types of things. shaking off the thought, she simply scoots just a little further away in her chair, gaze remaining on the stranger’s.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ if not. look away. now. ‍ ‍ ❜

‍starter call babey!

nathaniel retorceu de leve o lábio inferior ao ouvir leon falar, um gesto quase imperceptível, como se o outro tivesse tocado em uma ferida recém-aberta. tinha ardido, era verdade, por questões de seu passado não tão distante, e por dois segundos o hawthorne pensou se deveria ou não trazer a questão à tona. mas nate se conteve, pressionando os lábios juntos e continuou ouvindo com curiosidade o restante de sua resposta, encaixando as pecinhas do quebra-cabeça que tornava leon, bom... leon. estava bem em não fumar perto dele, e em ser honesto, ou pelo menos tentar. mas pensava sobre como ele reagiria se soubesse de seus feitos, e verdadeira origem de lobisomem. nathaniel tinha feito várias coisas ruins, e não era lá a pessoa mais honesta do mundo (pelo menos não tinha sido, até então): sua reputação e lugar em rankings de 'cabeça na bandeja' pela cidade contavam essa história, bem como sua incapacidade de comentar sobre a metamorfose com leon. "eu?" arqueou as sobrancelhas quando recebeu a pergunta de volta, logo assumindo uma pose pensativa. nathaniel não tinha parado para refletir sobre seus gostos e desgostos--- para ele era algo mais pessoal, sobre a própria imagem e como as outras pessoas lhe tratavam. "acho que também não gosto de joguinhos psicológicos." mas ele tinha a impressão de que falavam sobre diferentes joguinhos, os do lobisomem sendo mais... sombrios. "não gosto de quando as pessoas passam do limite. ou quando se sentem melhor do que as outras. detesto pessoas arrogantes." finalizou sua linha de pensamento enquanto escolhia seus itens na loja, pegando também a encomenda que tinha feito previamente. estava animado, porque, ao final do trajeto, quando fosse levar leon até a porta de sua casa lhe faria outras mais perguntas e finalmente o convidaria para um encontro. ou quase isso, o chamaria para sair e aproveitar as festividades que desaguavam no mês de outubro de um jeito despretensioso. nate esperava com todas as suas forças que ele fosse aceitar..!

Acabou ficando pensativo por um tempinho quando Nathaniel disse para perguntar à vontade, pois tinha diversas perguntas que gostaria de fazer, mas não sabia com qual começar. Sua linha de pensamento foi interrompida quando ouviu a pergunta, desviando o olhar para o loiro e balançando a cabeça de forma negativa. "Só um pouquinho, mas não tem nada que eu possa fazer sobre isso." respondeu risonho e dando de ombros levemente, pois era verdade que o cheiro de cigarro o incomodava um pouco e resolveu ser sincero sobre isso, mas não é como se ele pudesse obrigar os outros a deixarem seus hábitos não saudáveis de lado – isso era que Leon acreditava que deveria partir da própria pessoa.

"O que eu detesto em alguém?" repetiu a pergunta, mas não demorou nada para dar a resposta. "Desonestidade." disse seriamente. "Não gosto de mentiras, joguinhos psicológicos e coisas do tipo... Tanto que às vezes me dizem que eu sou muito brusco por eu ser sincero demais." falou um tanto sem jeito e encolhendo os ombros levemente. "Mas por eu ser sincero, prefiro que as pessoas sejam sinceras comigo também. E você, o que mais detesta em alguém?" devolveu a pergunta por fim, também curioso para ouvir a resposta de Nate.

Agradeceu quando o loiro segurou a porta para si e entrou na loja, abanando uma de suas mãos para ele. "Ah, não precisa se apressar por causa de mim!"

LOCK AND HANDLE

TOMI ROVIRA GALLERY

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Busy bee surrounded by flowers.Location: Begur, Costa Brava, Catalonia, Southern Europe. Download the original image for €5

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Matt P@kora french singer rear closed

¡Thank you very much for the gift! (OvO)/

(10/10)

And with this, we finally close this little kissing booth. Thanks to those who dared to participate, I really had a lot of fun (>u<)

¡See you later!

Context: As Ando begins to think about the repercussions of accepting a follower's request, the lamb prepares to receive his first client… hoping that his announcement has gone unnoticed.

“Kissing Booth of the Cult of the Two Sheep” Located in a common tent and managed by the lamb and his older brother, it offers kisses, hugs, and hand-holding. All for the modest price of 5,000 gold coins. Any species is welcome. But it is warned not to exceed the limits already mentioned unless one of the two sheep agrees.

Reblog and participate in this curious booth.

Don't miss it 6(Ou<)9

Back in the days Vienna used to be quite a charming city ... a friend of mine and I took photos of weird and ugly storefronts in 2007 ... and we got quite a bunch of photos. Today Vienna is soulless and expensive. I don’t mind the soulless part. But I do mind the expensive part.

closed starter alston x carston

he hated them. humans.

they were destruction incarnate; simple creatures that had a cancerous touch; that had an unquenchable thirst and hunger for more; more; more. they killed because they could-- because they can. the live without respect for any natural order as if they think the world in it's entirety is theirs and theirs alone; they act as if they think they are gods. he spent his life chasing them out of his home, out of his forest, so that their ruinous hands wouldn't scar the lush abundance of trees; so that the ground wouldn't be littered with bones and blood left behind by their idea of sport. he would have killed them all if he could. none of them were worth consideration or redemption. until him.

alston hated humans. alston hated him.

when he was driven from his home by humans and their hubris-- he is still haunted by the roaring blaze that consumed his forest-- he sought refuge in a city all because he thought he would be there. he should have been mourning the loss of his home, of all the natural life he couldn't save, and yet he found himself consumed by cravings. he missed how he smelled; how he tasted; the sound of his voice when he spoke down to him; the feeling of his calloused fingers digging into his flesh.

alston actually thought he could find refuge with him but all he found, instead, was the reminder that humans couldn't be trusted; and that they only cared for themselves.

alexandria was supposed to be different. a haven for his kind, and other's like him... yet the first thing he noticed upon arriving was there, underneath the breeze, was the subtle scent of him.

he was here. of all the places he could be-- he was right fucking here.

trudging through the garage, picking up various tools and turning them in his hand with feigned interest just so he could drop them onto the floor with an annoying clatter, alston followed the scent of him in the air until he finally found him in a back office. for a moment the bear simply stood in the doorway, looking at carston as if he were a ghost, but any semblance of longing or caring for him quickly washed from his features with a swallow of his breath.

stepping into the man's office, the bear sauntered forward as if he owned the damn place himself and walked behind carston's desk; sitting on the edge of it, crowding the human's personal space. reaching behind himself, he pressed his index finger into the phone's receiver to hang up the phone call he was on before picking up a pen; obnoxiously, and purposefully, holding it close to carston's face as he incessantly clicked the end of it.

"you look like shit." alston grumbled, his eyes lingering on carston and threatening to betray the disdain he was trying to portray as he sat there. clicking. "then again you always did so, hey, at least your consistent."

@enshrcuded

౨ৎ ִDm closed ִ౨ৎ

Seen to many horror movies to sleep with it open.

wait people sleep with their doors closed????

Atti really hadn’t intended on sneaking out of Genius Labs. He had been very obedient in staying put as Eric bid him to do. To keep Skylar company. Skylar who for some reason was confined to the studio as he was. But, Kwan had texted. And when it came to Kwan anything else just didn’t seem as important.

Skylar who had looked so tired, actually fell asleep. Curled up on the sofa with a blanket Atti had put over him. And Atti thought maybe it would be okay for him to meet Kwan for a little while at least. Because he missed the shadowhunter. Who was now his boyfriend since the party. And surely Eric and Skylar would understand his need to see him.

So, Atti sneaked out while Skylar slept. It was night. So dark Atti could barely see through the gloom. But he moved towards the meeting place Kwan had suggested to him. He decided to take a shortcut through an alley. And was only partly through when a figure seemed to materialize before him. He came to a stop, bewildered.

“Well… aren’t you adorable.” Said a voice so cool it made Atti shiver. Then the voice came again, behind him this time. “It’s a little late to be out by yourself isn’t it?”

Atti turned around still trying to locate the person. But they kept disappearing in and out of the shadows. “I’m not by myself.” He said, squinting. “Eric and Skylar-“ And as soon as Skylar’s name passed his lips a jolt went through him. Then something pulled at him, some unknown force. He gasped because it had frightened him.

The figure was in front of him suddenly. Reaching out towards him with fingers like tentacles. Atti cried out and stumbled back a step. But his back met brick, holding him in place. “Skylar…” he said. And it was a he, Atti realized. “Where is my Skylar? Where is my love?”

“Your love?” Atti asked, because of all else he was a curious being. “But he’s Eric’s love.”

A hand shot out, seizing him around the throat. Pinning him back to the wall. “Who is Eric?” He snarled, so angry Atti shuddered from it.

Atti was very confused. Very frightened. And he couldn’t understand why the man was so angry with him. He hadn’t done anything.

Skylar awoke with a start. A sense of impending dread had woken him from a fitful sleep. He sat up, blearily blinking around the tiny office. Unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong. It took him a long moment to figure it out. It was too quiet. Much too quiet. Atti’s presence was never quiet. He was always in motion. Always making some sort of noise. And the lack of it, sent a cold shard of fear through him. Atti wasn’t here.

He scrambled to his feet, fatigue quickly forgotten. He needed to find Atti. He searched the studio with a frantic intention. But he could not find him. He wasn’t there.

Skylar knew he shouldn’t. Knew he needed to stay where he was. But the fear gripped him, knocking any sense out of him. He left the comfort of the studio and braved the night. Being on his own for the first time since the party. He didn’t know where to even begin looking. But then he felt something. Something that tightened around him. Like a spell of some sort. Someone had invoked a spell on him. It closed around him like a vice, threatening to suffocate him with the intensity of it.

He wasn’t sure how he’d known with such certainty that Atti had been the one to do it. The one that had said his name. And that meant Atti had to be with him. With Malachi. He let out a cry of rage. Because how dare he. How dare Malachi focus his attention on Atti.

Skylar let go of himself. Allowing the spell to pull him. To lead him towards the one who had cast the spell. And he found them there. The towering figure on Malachi and the slight trembling figure of Atti. And Skylar saw red. Malachi’s question reached him. And he bravely stepped forward into the alley. “Eric is my soulmate.” He said in a voice that held none of the fear he felt. Because he’d pulled strength from that bond he held with Eric. To face down his enemy.

It happened instantaneously. So quickly Skylar didn’t even have the chance to scream. Malachi released Atti and was upon him. Crushing his resisting body against his. It would have been a very intimate embrace had Skylar wanted anything to do with it. Which he did not. He broke free from Malachi. Using again strength he borrowed from Eric. Taking a staggering step back. But he’d done it. He’d taken Malachi’s attention and placed it on him.

Atti let out a strangled little sob. The intensity of Malachi’s reaction causing him to slide down the wall to the ground. His hand covering his throat that spasmed from the pressure that had been on it. And he wished for Kwan. With such intensity it stole his breath away.

@kwanny-fights-demons