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Peaches the Boa 🍑🌿

A commission for Michaela! I drew the same snake one year ago, and was blessed with the opportunity to redraw her. I’m so grateful that I was able to capture Peaches’ beautiful color more accurately this time around, the difference in my art style from just a year ago is mind-blowing. Thank you so much, Michaela. You’re the best!

Prints of this beautiful girl will be available next month in my Etsy!

Instagram / Etsy / Redbubble / Facebook / dA

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MOLLYMAUK LIVES FESTIVAL: DAY 3 - FLOWERS/FUN WITH MAGIC

@mollymauklivesfest 

Globe Amaranth: Immortal love Asphodel: My regrets follow you to the grave Begonia: Beware a fanciful nature Bells of Ireland: Luck Purple Carnation:  Capriciousness, whimsical, changeable China aster: Love of variety, fidelity Dandelion: overcoming hardship Eglantine rose: A wound to heal Sunflower: Pure and lofty thoughts, loyalty Sweetbrier: Simplicity Lime blossom: Fornication

✨ Buy Me a Coffee ✨

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[-233] Aw, love bites! How c–AUUUGH!

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nctinvisible‌:

[txt.]; Couple a’ trips, PLUS going out to buy another fuckin’ bed

[txt.]; we’ve got so many boxes in this stupid place

[txt;] Well, you’re finally actually housing two now, ‘s a lot of work

[txt;] If you need any help unpacking anything, I will supervise

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nctinvisible‌:

[txt.]; We gotta break in the new place, and ya know it wouldn’t be right without you

[txt.]; we’ve been moving shit in all DAY

[txt;] Well I would be honored to, dear

[txt;] Working hard, then? How long did it take you both to get everything?

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nctinvisible‌:

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[txt.]; Hey, babes! Lyds and I moved into our brand new place, I wanted to see if you’d like to come by for dinner tonight. It’s takeout, buuuut

[txt.]; [ address ]

[txt;] For you, darling, anything.

[txt;] It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you both!

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Ezra Miller at the Dior Homme pre-fall 2019 runway show in Tokyo, Japan

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Source.

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the instagram of mollymauk tealeaf | 1•11•19

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I’m kiss deprived

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nctinvisible‌:

[txt.]; Hey, babe! We miss you too ;)

[txt]; ya know I got work all the time, but I’m sure we could fit it in somehow. you just name a time and a place, and we’ll be there

[txt;] Maybe sometime next week? If you’re not too busy with your very important ghost investigation ;)

[txt;] Just stop by the store whenever you can and we’ll make a night of it! It’s been too long, dear

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[ txt to @nctinvisible ]

[ msg unsent; ] Hey darling, I miss yo—

[ msg unsent; ] Beau’s been asking where you’ve been, wants to know ho—

[ msg unsent; ] BJ, I’m not really good at... talking about my fee—

[ msg unsent; ] I like you. A lot. It’s stupid how much I like you, because I’m not supposed to like anybody. You’re fascinating, BJ, and easily one of my favorite people to be around. It’s absolutely fucking ridiculous how much I enjoy your company, and I’d want to be around you for a long time. And I don’t know how much time I have left here.

[ msg unsent;] You could come with u—

[ txt; ] The Nein and I have been missing you, darling. You should join us one night, bring Lydia and your friends.

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Ezra Miller photographed for GQ Spain (November 2018) by David Gómez Maestre.

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(Beauregard): here’s a fun Christmas idea. We’ll hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing you have to fight whoever else is under it.

(Fjord): we are not doing that.

(Mollymauk): mistlefoe.

(Fjord): guys, no.

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idk i really like being called cute but i also really like hearing that you masturbate to the thought of me idk

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Kiri!

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There’s a deep thud in the middle of his chest, the feeling of ripping skin and blood pouring down his sides. It hurts, God damn does it hurt.

  It hits him very quickly, in the middle of sleazy motel room he charm person’d his way into, and the paper coffee cup in his hand drops.

  ( “Am I going to have to make an example of this?” Lorenzo’s dirty voice drawled out, staring out at the group of... for the most part, misfits. A half broken ragtag team of barely competent fools who thought they could do the right thing and save their friends. )

  He doesn’t like the sound of the voice, it claws at his ear drums and he screams, throwing a punch at the wall. The drywall cracks underneath his fist and his knuckles are speckled with blood when he pulls back.

  The winter air is biting when he leaves motel room, not even bothering to slip on his coat. It reminds him too much of his past, a once beautiful piece of art, woven together with magical colors and the hues of the setting sun. Blood splattered, dirty and torn.

  ( “An example it is.” He can’t remember how he got on the ground, but the burning sensation of the glaive buried deep in his chest, Lorenzo looking from Keg to Beau to him, a dirty smile on his face, it kept him briefly in the moment. Consciousness fades, but he gathered enough strength to spat blood up into his face. A bitch to the end.

  Lorenzo wiped the blood away, a huff of a laugh. “Respect.” 

  A twist of the glaive. A distinct tear of flesh. Eyes never shut, life fading fast, and with that, the story of Mollymauk Tealeaf... ended just as quickly as it began. )

  He can feel something slam into his chest, his back hitting the hard brick of a building. The empty field, a space once filled with the lights and the spectacle of the carnival, lays before him barren and cold. He stumbled into the grass, falling to his knees and clutching the loose shirt around him. Hands shaking, he pulled his phone from his pocket, sending off a half crazed text to a group chat. A cry for help, maybe, a plea for some forgiveness not needed.

  The chorus of chimes from the texts only comforts him some, and the plans are made for a week from now. And to tide him over until then, he sends an invitation to Little Blond Beau, asking for her company for the night.

  He’s survived a thousands lives, damn it. And he will again. Long may he reign.