#awsten knight background

[agstricker18]

Here are some wallpapers of Awsten Knight of the band Waterparks, enjoy!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hiii i have a parx request!!

i am in desperate need of reader dying awstens hair or doing his makeup for when he goes on stage 🧎‍♂️

Banana Peels - Awsten Knight x Reader

Word Count: 1158

A/N: Rahhh so cuteeee I need more parx requests hehe

The air backstage was a whirlwind of energy—roadies rushing around, cords tangled in impossible knots, and the muffled sound of the opening band leaking through the walls. Awsten was pacing, as usual, rattling off a string of nonsense that alternated between hyping himself up and full-blown existential dread.

“What if I trip onstage?” he blurted, mid-stride. “Not like a little stumble, but, like, wipe out so hard the crowd collectively cringes? Do you think they’d throw stuff at me? I’d throw stuff at me.”

“Awsten,” I said, holding up the box of hair dye I was trying to wrestle open, “are you seriously spiraling over a completely hypothetical and impossibly unlikely situation right now?”

“First of all,” he shot back, pointing dramatically at me, “yes. Second of all, that box is winning. Need me to—”

“Don’t you dare touch it. Sit down.”

He sighed theatrically but obeyed, plopping into the folding chair in front of the mirror. His reflection smirked at me as I finally conquered the box, gloves already snapped on and the dye tube at the ready. It wasn’t the first time I’d done this—probably wouldn’t be the last either—but the way his face lit up every time we did these pre-show rituals made it feel like a first all over again.

“I’m just saying,” he said as I started parting his hair into sections, “some people have banana peels thrown at them as, like, a metaphor for life. Mine are real, and they’re waiting for me out there.”

“You’re so weird,” I muttered, unable to suppress a laugh. He tilted his head back to grin up at me, and for a second, I forgot what I was doing. His smile had a way of knocking the wind out of people if they weren’t prepared—not that I ever could be.

“That’s why you keep me around,” he said smugly.

“No,” I corrected, running the comb through his hair to spread the dye evenly. “I keep you around because you’d look like a hot mess onstage if I didn’t.”

“Rude,” he replied, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

It was moments like these—him sitting still for once, the chaos outside reduced to background noise—that I cherished. I got to see a side of Awsten that felt raw and unfiltered, like all his bravado and stage presence melted away under the fluorescent dressing room lights. He was just Awsten, the boy with half a brain cell and a knack for making my chest ache in the best way.

“So,” he started after a beat of silence, “what’s the vibe tonight? Am I going full-on alien prince? Goth vampire? Surfer dude with emotional baggage?”

I cocked an eyebrow at him in the mirror. “Do you even know what surfer dude with emotional baggage would look like?”

“No,” he admitted, “but I feel like you do. You’re, like, freakishly good at this.”

“Thanks,” I said, softening. Compliments from Awsten were rare—when he wasn’t deflecting with jokes, he was usually too busy roasting everyone in his vicinity. “But I was thinking more along the lines of chaotic neon dream. Something that’ll make people’s eyes hurt, but in a good way.”

“You’re a genius,” he declared, as if I hadn’t heard it before.

The hair dye was setting by the time I pulled out the makeup kit, and that’s when the real fun began. Awsten leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching as I rifled through the mess of palettes and brushes. His knee bounced restlessly, and I placed a hand on it without thinking, steadying him.

“You’re gonna vibrate out of the chair,” I teased.

“What if I’m just excited?” he countered, but his voice was quieter now, almost shy. He straightened up, tilting his head as I approached with a brush in hand.

“Close your eyes,” I said, and he obeyed. For once, he didn’t argue or make a joke—he just let me work. I traced the brush carefully along his face, the closeness of it all making my pulse race. His skin was warm under my fingertips, and his breathing was slow and steady.

When I stepped back, he opened his eyes and looked at me instead of the mirror. “How’s it look?” he asked, his tone softer than I expected.

“Like a rockstar,” I said, clearing my throat. “The hottest mess out there.”

His laugh was loud and sudden, and it broke the tension like a bubble popping. “You really know how to hype a guy up,” he said, shaking his head. But his smile lingered, and I caught him glancing at the mirror like he couldn’t wait to see what I’d done.

The finishing touches were the hardest part. As I dabbed the last of the makeup onto his face, he leaned into my touch just slightly, his eyes closing again. I told myself it was nothing—that he was probably just tired or zoning out. But the way my hand lingered longer than necessary gave me away.

“Thanks for this,” he murmured suddenly, breaking the silence. “I’d be a disaster without you.”

I laughed, trying to play it cool. “You’re a disaster with me. I’m just damage control.”

His eyes opened, and he looked at me—really looked at me, like he was searching for something he couldn’t quite name. “No, I mean it. You’re… you’re the only one who gets it. Gets me.”

My hands froze mid-motion, brush hovering near his jaw. The air felt heavier all of a sudden, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us. “Awsten…”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning back slightly but keeping his eyes on mine. “You’re… kinda my favorite person, you know that?”

My chest tightened, and I fought to keep my voice steady. “You’re just saying that because I’m the only one who’ll do your makeup without poking your eye out. He grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just really good at being… you.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I focused on finishing the highlighter and stepping back to admire my work. He turned to the mirror, and for a moment, the room was quiet except for the faint sounds of the opening band still playing.

When he looked back at me, his smile was softer, almost shy. 

“You’re a miracle worker.”

“Go knock ’em dead,” I said, shoving the makeup kit aside and peeling off my gloves. My voice sounded steadier than I felt.

Awsten stood, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid hyped up on sugar. But before he walked out the door, he paused, glancing back at me. “You sure you don’t wanna come out and take a bow? You deserve some credit for this masterpiece.” I rolled my eyes, shoving him gently toward the door. 

“Get out there, rockstar.”

And as he disappeared into the chaos of the stage, I let myself smile, the weight of his words still lingering in the air.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[babylon-cal]

I Need To Feel Needed {a.k}

Pairing: Awsten Knight x Fem! Reader Warnings: Smut Summary: Just him fucking you, really. Word Count: 1.4k A/N: I just got too consumed with my thoughts after seeing edits of awsten on tiktok. So enjoy. 

[Requests for Awsten are now: Open]

He pulled away, the warmth of his body lingering as he slid his hands down to your thighs. He pulled out slowly, and you felt empty without him. You whined causing him to chuckle. His faded mint fringe had begun separating from the sweat, and his breaths had become shallower.

He lifted your thighs pushing them slightly against your chest, knees just above your shoulders. You felt your juices squeeze out of you in anticipation of what was to come. Awsten leaned in and kissed you, your tongues meeting briefly. He hummed as he broke the kiss.

“You're so fucking gorgeous, like this, fuck,” he whispered before you felt him fill you again, going in all the way. Your calves rested on his shoulders now. You whined at the feeling, clenching around him. You gripped his arms, your manicured nails - that matched his hair making small indents in his biceps. Hearing how pretty you sounded for him, with your cunt hugging his dick, drove him insane. 

This man loved you so much. With all the craziness, and with all the chaos - everything that he’s had to endure with his lifestyle - you remained by his side, greeting him with a warm grin and a loving embrace. Even when he tried to self sabotage everything you had built together and even when he did and said some of the weirdest things known to mankind- you still thought he was the funniest man you’ve ever met. That meant more than something to him. You were always there and getting to be with you like this, your shared playlist playing softly in the background, so far being muffled out by your noises and the mood lighting set up so meticulously by him just minutes ago - it was everything he could ever want. 

He didn't hesitate to begin thrusting into you harder, going all the way in each time, his pelvis smacking your thighs. He let out occasional grunts as he assiduously worked on you, heightening your arousal.  You could barely control yourself, becoming  a mess underneath him. There was something so magical about Awsten that entranced you in his presence. From the moment you met, locking eyes for just a moment, something in you knew. He’s someone you could never get enough of. Every stupid thing that came out of his mouth, all his antics, all the videos he would send you on tour - whether he was nearly getting into trouble in public, or to say he missed you in the middle of the night - you wanted it all. 

“You're so good at taking me, baby, you're doing so good, fuck, fuck, keep going,” He started going faster, still bottoming out each time. He needed you to feel every inch of him, so much that your body memorised his. He wanted you to feel every throb and every vein. Deeply. Wholly. For all the weeks he was away, having to settle for video calls, he so miserably craved the feeling of you and being so deep inside you, your eyes never leaving each other made up for all those lost moments where only the fantasies of you occupied his mind. 

“Fuck, Awsten” you moaned out. His lips that were centimeters away from yours now moved to your ear. 

“I know, baby, I know,” The way he spoke to you, especially when you were so undone from him brought you to surreal levels of pleasure. You continuously clenched around him, causing him to let out moans and a string of swears as he pumped into you. He slowed down, going to torturously gentle, deep strokes, your bodies jerking as he thrust into your gspot. “Don't I fit so perfectly inside you, baby? Don't I? Tell me. Tell me how perfect I fit inside you,”

He knew how you felt, but he wanted to hear how pathetic and senseless you sounded saying those words. He needed it. He wanted you to tell him there was no one else who could fuck you this good. That only he can. That you were made for each other. 

“Y-you’re so p-perfect inside me Awsten,” you managed to splutter out, breathlessly. “You’re so fucking deep, please keep going, please” you begged out, and god, he really wanted to, but you sounded so beautiful, he needed more. He needed you to need him. His slow thrusts came to a halt, he was now just inside you, the tip of his cock, pressed ever so slightly against your g-spot. It was driving you wild. “Please, baby, please,” you whined out. Awsten didn't budge. He kept his face buried in your neck, pressing kisses onto the skin. What a sick bastard. He wanted more and he let out a deep chuckle as his hands now caressed your waist and hips, moving across your stomach to where his thumb started applying pressure on your clit.

He moved his thumb up and down, teasing you, before going in circles. You were a fucking mess. You bit your lip and moaned and Awsten nearly lost control at the sight of you, hair sprawled out across the pillow, looking at him with that desperate, needy look on your face, bent at the waist, your body now glistening with sweat. 

“Tell me, how bad do you want it?,” his voice made you squeeze out more precum, as he continued teasing your clit, you could feel it dripping down from you. “Feels like you want it really badly huh?,” Awsten looked up to gaze into your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You only managed to stifle a whimper, your legs still resting on his shoulder. You were so close. So connected. “Baby, you have to ask, use that pretty, gorgeous mouth of yours,” You pushed his fringe upwards with your hand, letting it fall back into place as you combed your fingers through his hair.

“Fuckin- please awsten, I need you so bad, please. I need you to fuck me please, I need you,” 

And that's what he needed, he wasted no time in pounding into you, just as you asked. His moans getting louder, causing him to bite his lip as he slammed into you. You felt the familiar pressure in your lower abdomen, walls clenching quicker around him. 

“I love you,” he breathed out. “I love you so much, I love you so fucking much,” his voice shaking with the movements of his thrusts. You could barely choke out a response with the way he was slamming your brains out. You could only press your nails further into his skin as your vision blurred.  

“Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I?” Awsten spluttered out, his thrusts getting more erratic and sloppy as you both approached your highs.

“Mhm, mhm,” you hopelessly sounded out. “Oh my god, I’m gonna-,” 

“Give it to me, pretty girl,” Awsten twitched inside you and you let go, letting out whimpered cries as you orgasmed, your cum coating Awsten’s dick. He immediately came right inside you, letting out multiple “fucks” and “shit”s. He was warm and his movements slowed as you both breathlessly recovered.

He gave you a passionate kiss and pulled out of you, letting himself fall next to you. You clenched your legs together, feeling some of his cum slowly drip out of you. A comfortable silence filled the room but for his playlist that was coming to an end, as Awsten reached across you to the nightstand, grabbing some tissues and helping you clean up. His touches were gentle, so different from just moments ago. He tossed the tissues in the bin, and laid back down, your sweaty bodies merely inches away from one another.

“Come here,” Awsten turns to you, opening his arms for you to settle in. He pulled you close and you rested one of your hands on his jaw, your eyes meeting. He slowly blinked as he grew more tired, comforted by the warmth of your body flush against his, legs tangled together. He traced stars and hearts on your back as you slowly sunk into his hold. 

You didn't need to say anything, not just from the fact that you were both tuckered out but the intimacy you two shared transcended the need for words. Awsten was a talkative guy, and it was one of the countless things you adored to pieces about him, but in these tender moments, within the safe spaces of your bedroom, there was no need to speak. You connected so divinely. 

The last thing you felt was a soft kiss to the top of your head as you drifted off to sleep.  

[aces-come-in-spades]

NOBODY LIKES THE OPENING BAND!: CHARACTER MASTERLIST

Please read all of the following information. This covers some basic in-universe mechanics and provides enough background information to interact with the characters, as well as some info on the characters themselves.

(btw. obligatory fuck you ryan seaman before we continue. i dont support that dickhead <333)

BE ADVISED: HEAVY RELIGIOUS THEMES, SUICIDE, AND GENOCIDE ARE DISCUSSED BELOW!

Nobody Likes the Opening Band! is a non-sequential series of fanfictions inspired by the bands I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME (idkhow) and Waterparks, and draws places, people, and other elements from each band's respective lore. Currently only one work, The Paris Manuscript, is being written. It is available to read on AO3. There is a planned second work, Nobody Likes the Opening Band, that will eventually exist.

Nobody Likes the Opening Band! mostly revolves around the plot of the second work, with the Manuscript serving as a sort of prequel. In Opening Band, a new family moves to the town Ryan Seaman lives in, and Ryan is determined to learn what secrets their son Dal is hiding. In the process of trying to uncover Dal's secrets, Ryan discovers Gloomtown, an anti-Purgatory where certain souls who suffered a great deal during their lives or whose lives were cut off before they could have much meaning go to rest before the end of the world. Gloomtown is also the world's source of magic.

In order to fully learn the truth about Dal, Ryan is forced to team up with his ex-friend and current arch-nemesis Awsten Knight, and Paris, a spirit from Gloomtown whose attatched himself to Awsten.

Gloomtown has an incredibly powerful energy that leaks through to Earth, where it soaks into the DNA of random people and mutates it. This mutation allows the person, once they are born, to inherit magical powers once they are 13. Powers can be literally anything.

PASCAL "CAL" PHYLLIS (#cal phyllis)

the only child of the couple that adopted ryan. he has a soul of gold and the strangest humor you've ever seen. his particularly likes to joke about being a capitalist (he is anything but one). also a fantastic matchmaker despite his inability to get a boyfriend! he just wants to kiss someone :<

the only main character without any magic powers. he makes up for it by being the best fucking cupcake baker you've ever met.

(he/him, gay, no magic. birthday october 4.)

likes: baking, eldritch horror, cats, playing pranks hates: messy spaces, tea fun fact: he starts out by crushing on dal but eventually loses interest. rumor has it he's secretly dating a boy named mikey way ;)

PARIS EVANGELINE (#paris)

harley's youngest and most difficult child. he's a shapeshifter and is a (literal) being of chaos.

he was born with his soul outside and detached from his body. he wears it on a chain around his neck, but since this is unnatural he's not quite right. using his powers drain him so he's almost always tired, but he tries to hide it via masking. also his wings don't really get used because flying drains him way more than magic.

due to all of this (and all the bullying his siblings did to him when he was younger, they are incredibly ableist and a few are homophobic) harley wouldn't let him out of gloomtown until one day, they introduced star to paris! at which point paris and star basically became a did system. (more on this when we get to star)

in order to stay alive, paris has to take pieces of human souls and attach them to his soul. he likes to latch onto certain people he really likes and refer to them as his host. at the time of nobody likes the opening band, awsten is paris's current host.

he's super duper flirty and touchy and emotional. and also wears whatever the fuck he wants because he's trying to appeal to humans and to him this means showing off a lot of skin, so he wears crop tops and shorts a lot (he loves them dw)

(genderfluid but often presents as male, pansexual, universal manifestation of chaos. no known birthday.)

likes: raising a ruckus, geese, gummy bears, cuddling hates: whaaaaaaaaat? hating something? impossible! he would never! ahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! fun fact: he started out as my version of waterparks' character soulsucker but he literally turned into an oc this thing is nothing like the real soulsucker.

STAR AVALON EVANGELINE (#star)

paris's guardian.... demon? ghost? spirit who is basically an alter. when paris is stressed/anxious/upset or physically injured/in danger star will assume paris's physical form while paris takes on star's ghost form. star basically gets to have a body for once while paris recovers.

star is a gloom, a type of demon that was created to originally oversee and care for gloomtown. harley wasn't very big on them, seeing them as useless since harley was the new ruler of the place, so all the glooms were wiped out. star had snuck out and was exploring earth and thus escaped death, but they were captured on return and given to paris as a protector. one of star's wings was ripped out of their back, so they hide their wing under jackets cuz they're embarrassed to have anyone find out about this.

due to all the shit that's happened, star tends to close others off and acts incredibly hostile towards most people. they're really only soft towards paris and anyone that is a host/close to a host.

sometimes calls themself avalon for fun

(they/them, aromantic, the last gloom in gloomtown. doesn't actually have a birthday but likes to celebrate it on november 2.)

likes: no one knows hates: everything, if their attitude is anything to go off of fun fact: star was the st*rfucker to soulsucker. again, it got way out of hand <33

HARLEY EVANGELINE (#harley)

a seraphim who, while fallen, never actually committed any sin. they were punished by getting reassigned to ruling gloomtown, and they wield this authority mercilessly. their divinity is what allows gloomtown to affect humans and give them magic.

somehow, they managed to give birth to 100 children.

there really isnt much known about them. they present themself as a benevolent and kind figure, but they hide a much more sinister and cruel personality

(they/she, aceflux, guardian of gloomtown. no known birthday.)

likes: no one knows. hates: no one knows this either. fun fact: they were inspired by bart harley jarvis from idkhow's music video for the song "WHAT LOVE?" (bart is this pink illuminati pyramid thing)

honorable mentions

RYAN SEAMAN: the protagonist of Nobody Likes the Opening Band and Cal's brother. He wasn't born with the Gloomtown DNA mutation, but accidentally fell into Gloomtown while conscious and met Maxx, a very temperamental snake who followed Ryan home and bit him. Ryan now has fangs and can discharge deadly venom by biting, but he usually tries to avoid using this power. Also, Maxx lives in his skin as a tattoo. LIAM FORD: ryan's ex-best friend, who killed himself when he was barely even thirteen after escaping the clutches of tellexx, a research company that had kidnapped and tortured him one summer. he now haunts the town as a ghost.

honorable mentions open for asks

AWSTEN KNIGHT (#awsten): (he/him, bisexual) the local spellcaster, enchantment weaver, and potion-brewer with a fondness for doing the most insane and impulsive shit you've ever seen. he's also paris's current host and claims that paris is a little bitch (which he can be, to be fair). he and ryan used to be friends, fell out after liam's suicide, and some time after dal moves to town, they become friends again before they eventually start dating.

DALLON "DAL" WEEKES (#dal weekes): (he/him, straight) harley's favorite brat, who went "MIA," so to speak. for a few years after extracting his powers from himself. ryan, awsten, and paris had to work together to return dal's powers. He is known as vengeance, and his magic allows him to summon knives that inflict death or a curse on anyone pierced by one. he's also suffered a lot of emotional abuse and experiences a good deal of religious guilt.

[bridgetofwonderland]

sky high band au but it's zach as like an awsten knight style guy as the guitarist and vocalist with magenta on bass and backing vocals and they have someone as a drummer. probably an oc or a background character of some kind. it's not warren because the most important aspect of this au is they still have superpowers and attended sky high and warren does not want to be famous (see: son of supervillain and superhero, both of whom were probably well known in their own right). and ethan is the band's manager anyway is anyone listening.

[fai2truther]

WHO LET THESE DOGS OUT?!? 🐕🐩🐕‍🦺

It was you wasn’t it? All because you won’t stream FAI2 to get to a million. Do you hate country music? Hate it when bands make new versions of their own songs?

Well too bad because I love it I want to get these dogs back into their enclosures and the only way that it can happen is with 24 hours of awsten knight barking and the only place you can find that is in FAI2 all you have to do is

4 rounds of FAI2 3 times in a row with a random song in between for EXACTLY 24 hours for the next 14 days!!! Yes we got an extension!!!!

I really need my fellow comrades help me these dawgs are just running amuck and just playing Mario kart and holding on to a bad energy ring

All you have to do is stream the song it can be in the background while you sleep and it still counts

Do you really want parx country?

Do you crave the attention of Gwen stafani ( the song)

What about getting real super dark 2 early

I want and desire all of these things so I’m counting on you 🫵🏼

[enfieldtennisacademy]

Last night two cute shawtys showed me their awsten knight phone backgrounds and i was like i can do you one better and showed them my pw phone background and they walked away from me

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

(btw this is about a dumb toh au. im jst giving basic info. prepare for a long ass ramble.)

i still think about that one video where awsten knight says that he asked dallon weeks to record background vocals for "fruit roll ups" and i dont know why but ive always been trying to incorporate waterparks into an toh au. as it being my favorite band-- and like ykkkk with every era waterparks does, awsten dyes his hair the color that the album corresponds with.

hes done green and purple. but the purple era came before green. what does his name rhyme with? oh right. amity blight. awsten knight. yk yk.... anyway.

dallon who is idkhow... and this was before the whole scandal happened unfortunately but in this silly idea i literally have hunter and luz in a silly little band called something else but its basically idkhow's music because it feels hunter-coded(???). like idkhow's razzmatazz album feels "Bi boy depressed theater kid" and i cannot explain that but yeah.

"IM A TEENAGE BEAUTY QUEEN OF SORTS" <- him coded. idc. shut up.

but basically, like its luz and him in idkhow tinfoil band. vee being there on the sidelines being a helpful photographer (I FORGOT WHAT SHE DOES BUT ITS LIKE THE SIBLING TRIO.) and basically the three work a dead-end warehouse job (projection lmao) and then go to Eda's bar after work on little sleep to perform at her open mic every other night when she hosts it. luz being the drummer n stuff. because they have a dream and like theyre SUPER passionate about it.

waterparks- irl meanwhile between their second and third album (entertainment and fandom) had a shitty ass thing happen with their record label where they literally stole the rights to their masters.

^ so that feels philip wittabane coded to me in my idea. he would steal record label masters.

somehow raine is a host of the label that amitys (the "waterparks" band) band then goes to sign with after. with a lot of time between. (of course, theres a bit of adjustment there because the entertainment era was purple hair and fandom was green so it wouldnt in theory work 100% with amitys canon hair with that logic BUT HEAR ME OUT--). so, in a meeting amity miraculously finds herself at Eda's bar (fine timing because guess who's preforming teehee-) and like "oh wow shes pretty cute i suppose-" then somehow after the mic closes, she goes to talk to luz for a bit.

and while still really directly unsigned amity wants them to open for her band (again- amitys band but in waterpark's tinfoil coding. its her, gus, and willow).

MAYBE amity overhears luz humming while on tour. MAYBE she asks her on tour why she doesnt sing ever and why hunter sings instead. so like a bit of back-and-forth vibes but it goes on to amity indirectly "accidently" writing a song about luz because whoops.

(btw its telephone if you even ask. telephone by waterparks is so themcoded. i will not debate that. its sappic coding.).

and then like- "kiss goodnight" by idkhow (listen. i will fight anyone who says thats not THEIR song. THAT IS THEIR SONG TO ME. ITS CANON THAT ITS THEM CODED). anyway luz writes "kiss goodnight" as a response unironically. and its just those gay fucking vibes. like idk what to say here. its them being like "yes but does SHE like me???" meanwhile those bitches are literally writing songs about one another without like them being like "oh shit thats... about ME???" oblivious as its finest.

so like... yeah. later on amity asks luz to send her some harmony samples for fruit roll ups, and she objects and is like "why dont you ask my brother???" and amitys like "i want YOU to do it."

blah blah blah anyway luz and hunter get signed (i know nothing about record label shit but basically raine takes them on.) and yeah luz and amity get together.

im not too sure.

its so DUMB but like i cant fucking EXPLAIN.

im sorry but like rn im having such brainrot of an idea i thought of months ago while looking up band au stuff. and like i know for a fact that it will make sense to literally no one because of how random my brain is but fuck it. my blog, my rambles.

i will probably never write it too, but hold on. im going to ramble about it in a sec when my laptop loads. i NEED to convey how hyperfixated on this weird brain stew i am.

[emilyblame]

x

[plumgardens]

some crunchy parx photos from the pontiac date

[agstricker18]

Here are some more wallpapers of Awsten Knight, Enjoy!

[aquabreakfast]

me when awsten knight

[zephania-star]

💫🔴❤red era❤🔴💫

[mynameishighdef]

these are your greatest hits :) 

some phone backgrounds, as a return gift.

[funeralgreys]

[ashlumicalm]

underscoregeoff: WTFIWWM