Wild times at the @theclfartlounge in Peckham. Had to do a shameless selfie just cos 🍷 . . . . . #bohemian #blackbohemian #amigos #art #culture #wildtimes #adventure #londonisthebest #photographer #creativedirector https://www.instagram.com/p/Co9ymOMsQsE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Unusual virtue signaling fun facts pg 21 on #Germanartist SEAK Claus Winkler ( What is ok to share online/ here) - became a great compliment by a befriended local Pimp, how gentle correct / brave he treated a elderly attractive bio og female sexworker he was granted to parley with as a gift/ honey favor. The #artist found forgotten protective gear from former chevaliers during the interaction with in the girl. He although kept his promise catering the best he had for breakfast, oats with milk, hot. Due his rustic Stalingrad 6. Army encircled trench eske living/ accommodation style. It was winter, 40cm snow, no heating/ oven with in his sleepingroom, it was,… refreshing. Like a uptight father he was watching the lady eating her breakfast with in his #studiokitchen sitting on a painted beer garden beerbank ensemble at circa 6 in the morning. Leaving with a ordered taxi. Just good feedbacks. - #Spraypainted pro bono free tshirts for middle school pupils/ kids with in watts/ Compton, Los Angeles, a infamous American social hot point. - Invited 2 enthusiastic Ungentle low in money semi aggressive roughian polish thiefs with in the law, for icecream with waffles, befriending irritating peacing them, with in dark night at polish train station, to calm the situation for him/ his fellow travelling friends. - With in a old factory in the English Midlands, painting among a lake of used up burned aluminum foils. Talked so long, and nice/ correct, sporting a carpenters hammer good seeable with in his belt, that the young addict English fellow dropped his soap. A self made razor sharp shank like fist knife. - #painted a quick illegal #wallpainting outside a building. On the first floor, in the saturday midday shopping time, in downtown Hongkong. Watched by Chinese police officers with ak47s not knowing what this is. #SEAK #ClausWinkler #SEAKClausWinkler #Artiststorys #Artistvirtuesignaling #Virtuesignaling #Wildtimes #Wildyears #DieWildenjahren #AusdemNähkästchen #Seltsamabersostehtesgeschrieben #virtuesignaling #Lavidaloca #Puffpuffpass #lavidadelacalle #Redpillnation #dassindgeschichtenausmleben #Leve #Life #Leben #bildendeKunst #narrativum #Ontheroad #Art (hier: England, UK) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci52NCfLzM4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Playing hide and seek with a barn owl m way home from the pub … #wildtime (at Littleton and Harestock, Winchester) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfxOOW_IQiw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
(startings clipping links together and making silly fusions) have you considered WildTime and TwilightHyrule? They would have no idea how to interact with each other imo
artfight attack for @belovedkimi ! this design is AMAZING
please dont claim my works as your own, edit, repost, make profit, use without my written permission, etc, the character Wildtime belongs to Kimivette/Belovedkimi and is not my own
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Would mind a TimexWild - 26 or 60 for the kiss game, pls? You have made them my fave couple!
Oh my god this is SO angsty, anon, what have you done.
I went with #60 - Kisses with their last dying breath. CW for description of blood and injury and insinuated MCD.
Wild couldn’t remember why, but he knew that this was somehow his fault. The red-suited soldiers had come because of him, and now there was nothing left of the house. They were too fast, too skilled. They moved through the first and second floors before Time even realized they were here, cutting down the other boys as they tried to flee from the kitchen, putting a silent end to those that lay in their beds.
The carpet felt rough against Wild’s forehead as he pressed his face to the floor. His shirt clung to his back, hot and sticky and wet. His shoulders heaved as he cried. It hurt to cry. It hurt just to breathe, each inhale leaving him with less space to fill his lungs.
“Wild…”
The shaky hand that brushed through the strands of his hair was weak. Wild strained to lift his head enough so he could turn to rest on his cheek. Time lay about an arm’s length away on his back. His face was oddly serene.
“Don’t cry,” Time said to him softly. Far away, sirens were starting to wail into the night.
Wild’s face twisted as he sobbed. “This is all m-my fault—”
“No, it isn’t.”
“If I hadn’t—”
“Shhhh, Wild.”
“—if I-I hadn’t run, Sir—”
“Wild. Come here.”
Wild pressed his lips together as he met Time’s eye. A slow drip of blood was oozing from the corner of Time’s mouth. “Come,” he said again, patting the carpet next to him. He couldn’t move himself, the sword run through his gut having him pinned him to the floor.
It might as well have been miles between them for how long it took Wild to lurch across the floor. He dragged himself on his forearms through shell casings and broken glass, each excruciating minute making it that much harder for him to breathe until, finally, he could rest his cheek against Time’s shoulder.
The position was… familiar. Comforting, like they were just lying in bed with one another. Wild sank down into the floor with a little sigh, starting to feel heavy with exhaustion. Outside, the scream of sirens was getting closer.
Time strained to turn his head and lean down to breathe against Wild’s forehead, “Goodnight, sweetheart.” The press of his lips between Wild’s brows had Wild squeezing his eyes shut as more tears spilled over his lashes.
Time’s kiss was over much too quickly as his body sagged into the carpet. Wild waited to feel the whisper of his next breath against his hair.