#gloves in bed

[light-driftwood-metallic]

Richard Kern

[devdas5z]

Mistress Terra

[collageofnudes]

Kate Kuray by Kirill Chernyavsky

part 9 / 20 (part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16 , 17 , 18 , 19 , 20)

[tightshinyclothes]

[satans-knitwear]

Fishnet body (& gloves) that almost matches my wallpaper to celebrate being back in my own room ✨

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[garternstocking]

[tswwwit]

Re-reading your cult au is so funny from Dippers POV cause its just Bill pulling every high school pick up trick imaginable and Dipper missing every single one

One of my favorite things is Bill Failing at Something, and I am glad it delights others as well! Rest assured my mission to Uncool this dude will never cease.

[onehundredfallenpetals]

Close your eyes, don't look at me, I'll hide my face away

[canisalbus]

Machete seems like the kind of person to have cold hands / to just have a low body temperature in general

Cold hands and feet (and sensitivity to cold in general) are some of the most common symptoms of anemia, so I'd say so.

[collageofnudes]

Kate Kuray by Kirill Chernyavsky

part 11 / 20 (part 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16 , 17 , 18 , 19 , 20)

[tightshinyclothes]

[syntiment]

It appears that the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated --

Had a dream about this Ozpin Lives AU + Lore/backstory rewrite, and for some reason despite all the time that's passed since I last even thought about RWBY, I was overcome with the compulsion to draw him again so here he is in this design I tweaked for him.

Maybe if it's requested enough or I am suddenly overtaken by insanity, I'll sit down and actually do a lil write up for how I picture this AU and rewrite to go.

In the meantime though take this bit of nostalgia from yours truly.

EDIT: read about the Ozpin Lives AU here

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Throw

Wolfstar, January 1, word count 470

This is a continuation from last month's Wolfstar microfics, however, as this month's prompts don't line up with where I feel this series is going, I'm writing it separately from the main microfics. As always, I hope you all enjoy reading. Lulu x

Previous part First part

Remus went to throw the next load of dirty sheets into the industrial-sized washing machine. He insisted on wearing gloves. He didn’t care how high-end the hotel was; people were still disgusting, and when the sheets had stiff, crispy spots on them, there wasn’t enough money in the world for Remus to touch those with his bare hands. 

All his machines were whirring away, and all the dry items had been sent to the next department on their journey back onto a bed. He found himself at a loss for what to do now, so he decided to take his break a little earlier than usual. He went to his locker, took out the bar of dairy milk he’d packed for his midmorning snack, and pulled his phone out. 

He sat with his back against one of the giant bins of laundry on a little stool. He tore open the chocolate wrapper, took a bite of the rich creamy chocolate and unlocked his phone. 

The first thing he did was check his emails. Nothing new there, just a lot of companies trying to sell him stuff he didn’t need. He sent a quick message to his father, checking up on him, but not expecting a reply. He watched as the tiny words under his message showed up saying ‘read’. Well, at least he was alive. That done, he bit his lip and opened his browser, carefully typing in, ‘Sirius Black’, and pressed enter. 

Shocked was a mild way of putting how completely flabbergasted Remus was at what he read. Sirius Orion Black III was the eldest son of Orion and Walburga Black, the family who owned half the country and so many businesses Remus couldn’t read them all. He did discover that they actually owned the very hotel he was working in. The Black Star Hotel Group, kinda obvious if you think about it. 

He continued searching, skimming through gigabytes of data on the man who’d slept in his bed last night. The papers made him out to be a black sheep, a player, a total disappointment to his elite family name. Then he came across an article which made his heart drop.

‘Regulus Arcturus Black dead at 18,’

“Oh, Sirius,” He sighed. The anniversary had been yesterday. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to leave. He didn’t want to be alone. 

The buzzer on the dryer beeped, followed by the loud ding from the washing machine and then the next dryer and the next washing machine along the line of machines until the room was deafeningly silent.

He stuffed his forgotten chocolate bar into his mouth and got back to work, deciding that he wouldn’t bring anything up to Sirius if he did actually appear at Remus’s flat again that night, but he was definitely cooking him a decent dinner.  

Next part

[homosekularnost]

how it started vs how its going (ft seivarden)

[fisheito]

Wind: howls Garu: howls back

[deusluxuria]

i love buccellati; he put on a pair of fuccing gloves to punch the urinal even though he was just gonna punch it with his stand

(id: screenshots from the golden wind anime. first one is buccellati's group in a public restroom. buccellati is standing in front of one of the urinals and putting gloves on. the second image is the arm of his stand punching one of the urinals)

sanitary king

(id: closeup of buccellati putting the gloves on)