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0rit · 2 years ago
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makinguselessthings · 1 year ago
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Another little thing I did recently was host a styled shoot with my friends. We rallied together (photographer friends, seamstress friend, and me, floral friend) and had one of the best days! We flew through the 2 hours we had at our rental, but were having such a great time we moved to a park to shoot some more.
It was such a great experience to work with friends. Especially as we all try to grow our portfolios and try out new opportunities to be creative.
The dress my friend made was incredible. And my friend who modeled was stunning!!!
This is also the super soft launch of my floral company... that really isn't a business yet, since I don't really want to take on clients this year. But I am trying to explore what is out there for me on my own through floral design. So we will see where it takes me!
For more, here are some links to my friends and I's instagrams
A Wilder Flora
Heirloom Studio Designs
Liz Pound Photography
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madicham · 9 months ago
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stress relief
chara belongs to beloved friend foob
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beetroota · 1 year ago
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aroace-polyshow · 2 years ago
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rui doodle
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veryannoyingclown · 2 years ago
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ello im back! 2 post another drawing
click 4 higher quality!
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CLOSEUPS!!
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shmoopyroo · 2 years ago
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purringbookworm97 · 2 years ago
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First attempt at combined circle magic. This spell and the one I did before sucked all the strength outta me but I do think they worked.
Success!!
Now I just gotta sleep sum...
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thelostmoongazer · 4 months ago
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i was gonna do more with this but i think this is about as far as ill go. maybe. who knows. happy late valentines <3
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fraternum-momentum · 15 days ago
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the-maw-consumes · 3 months ago
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lost
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cuntphoric · 23 days ago
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you’ve been skipping class, flunking labs, and now you’re in his office with a bad throbbing ache between your legs and an even badder grade
you don’t even bother knocking when you walk into his office, because he’s the one who told you to “come in after hours if you want to fix this."
he’s lounging behind his desk like he always is, legs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a sliver of his chest. those ridiculous black sunglasses are perched low on his nose, and when he sees you he smiles.
“look who finally showed up,” he sighed, gesturing lazily to the stack of unfinished lab reports on his desk. “thought you’d given up.”
you shift awkwardly, heart pounding that you swore that felt like . “i just.. didn’t know what to say.”
“good thing you’re not here to talk, then,” he murmurs, pushing his glasses back up. “you’ve been slacking all semester. skipping lectures, half assing labs.. think i wouldn’t notice?”
you try to look apologetic, but it’s hard to think when he stands up and walks toward you, all tall, slow, and hot as hell. he stops when he’s just behind you, so close you can feel the heat of him against your back.
he stops just behind you. doesn’t touch. doesn’t even breathe too loud. but he’s there. close enough to set your skin on fire.
“so,” he says, voice lower now, almost lazy. “what are you gonna do to make up for it?”
you swallow hard. it’s too quiet in the room, and his words feel like a trap you’re already tangled in. “i don’t know,” you mumble, not trusting yourself to meet his eyes. “whatever you think is fair..”
he lets that hang for a second. then laughs softly. “you’re asking me to decide what’s fair?” his breath brushes your neck now, and you feel it—finally, his fingers ghosting over your hip like he’s testing how far you’ll let him go. “baby, that’s dangerous.”
you say nothing. can’t. your pulse is screaming under your skin.
he leans closer, like he’s about to bite out something cruel, but he doesn’t. just murmurs, “you walk in here after weeks of disappearing and tell me whatever i think is fair? you sure you wanna give me that kind of control?”
“i’m here, aren’t i?” you whisper.
his hand finally settles on your waist, grounding, a little too firm. “yeah,” he says. “you are.”
but he doesn’t move. doesn’t do anything, not yet. just lets the tension stretch and snap in the silence, dragging it out because he wants you to squirm.
“bend over the desk,” he says quieter now, “just so we can talk.”
you hesitate this time. you know what he’s capable of when you’re like this - open, stupid with need, desperate for something rough to erase the guilt of failing repeatedly pooling in your chest. but still, you lean forward, hands braced, chest against the desk’s cold edge.
he stands behind you but doesn’t touch. just talks.
“do you even know what you want?” he asks, tone unreadable. “or are you just hoping i’ll figure it out for you?”
your mouth is dry. “i want to fix it.”
he hums. “no, you want to get fucked and pretend that fixes it.”
your breath catches.
“you think showing up wet and pathetic is the same as putting in work?” he presses a hand between your shoulder blades, not to hold you down, but just feel you. “you think that’s gonna cut it?” he sighs.
can this man just do something—
oh. and then—then—you hear the belt.
you don’t hesitate. your hands brace against the cool wood as you feel him behind you, tugging at your waistband, baring you like you’re some toy he gets to play with when the lab’s closed.
and then you hear it. the soft click of his belt.
“count for me,” he says.
the first strike is loud and hot and sharp, making your hips jerk forward and your breath catch in your throat.
“one,” you gasp.
“you can take more than that, right?” he murmurs, and god, he sounds pleased.
he spanks you again, then again, harsh and slow, pausing just enough to let the sting settle before the next. by the seventh you’re trembling, thighs pressed tight, skin burning.
by the twelfth you’re dripping, trying not to grind against the desk to get some- any kind of friction. he leans forward, pressing a kiss just under your ear, voice thick.
“look at you,” he breathes. “all shaky already. i haven’t even fucked you yet.”
when he finally pulls his cock out, he drags the tip along your slit just to pull a reaction out of you and then he pushes in, all at once, no warning, making your body jolt forward as he buries himself deep.
he fucks you like he’s trying to drill the periodic table into your spine—slow at first, grinding deep, then picking up pace until the desk creaks under you. one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip, dragging you back onto him like he owns you.
“gonna fix that grade right here,” he pants. “maybe if i fuck you dumb enough, you’ll stop skipping class.”
you’re crying out now, clenching around him, brain static.
“f-fuck—professor—”
he groans, hips stuttering as he slams into you harder, until your legs give and your moans turn into needy whines. and when he comes, it’s with a low growl and a handful of your hair in his fist, cock buried so deep it feels like he’s made a mark inside.
you stay there, folded over the desk, skin warm and used, every nerve fried and twitching. the world’s gone fuzzy around the edges, and your thighs are trembling, stuck between the aftershock and the hot cum inside.
he slides out antagonizingly slow. his hands stay on your hips a second longer than they need to, thumbs brushing over the marks he left. then he leans in, and you feel the scratch of his stubble as he kisses the base of your spine—soft and mocking.
his voice is a low purr when he speaks.
“look at you,” he murmurs. “can’t even stand up straight.”
you groan, forehead still pressed to the desk, too gone to argue.
he pulls your panties back up with a tenderness that doesn’t match anything that just happened, then palms your ass one last time that felt too smug.
“extra credit approved,” he says, and when you glance back, he’s buttoning his shirt as if he didn’t just rearrange your guts.
the belt’s still hanging loose around his hips. his smile’s a little crooked. and he’s already reaching for a red pen.
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salamispots · 3 months ago
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when your dog starts vibrating because treat
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egophiliac · 4 months ago
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once again, don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12
(eventually I will get back to being less scribbly, whoops)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 12 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 12 spoilers#oh cater. cater cater cater.#i'm so sorry but riddle is the absolute funniest person to look at and be like#'actually yeah i think this is good. let's stick with this one.'#no it's great it's amazing cater is amazing actually#guy who has never had a long-term friendship in his life 🤝 other guy who has never had a long-term friendship in his life#those two guys 🤝 third guy who sees the hollow voids inside them and immediately goes 'i need to fill that with food'#in this house we heart the heart senpais#fucking love how freaked out cater was by punk riddle#who is this. this is not his jousama. :(#(i do think one of the things cater likes about riddle is that he looks like he should act really cute but he is in fact A Bastard)#(a riddle who enthusiastically calls him caykun and is just kinda adorable is wrong on an intrinsic level)#cater once they hit the second level of dreaming: okay he's actively trying to kill us but at least i know how to deal with this#god. the hug. i'm not okay#that said i can't wait until after episode 7 when it finally occurs to riddle to ask what their dreams were#cater: oh uh...you know. :) stuff :)#trey: oh mine was actually -- cater what are you doing. put the teapot down.#(the rest of this scene has been redacted for everyone's benefit)
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jadenvargen · 4 months ago
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drawn to the blood
reference
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technically-human · 3 months ago
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YAAAAY U REPLIED TO MY ASK! 1!!! 1! 1! 1!! (also can we have some more shadow hating Robotnik for existing and loving stone for... Also existing)
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They're all adapting
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