many faces

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like this for a starter from ansgar!

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scvinglives:

he laughs, cheeks filling up with that familiar red glow before he finishes off the - actually delicious - omelet. “oh please—” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “if you’re gonna threaten me like that, at least make sure your omelets aren’t droopy.”

   nate, he’s taking offense to this! ansgar’s primary concern is nate, his happiness and his well-being. if his omelets are droopy, well-- that’s just unacceptable. “i can order us somethin’, next time. if you want.” because nate deserves better than droopy omelets. “or i can make somethin’ else next time?”

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scvinglives:

    he takes another bite, playfully glaring at ansgar with a subtle smirk. “it’s—subpar. thank god you’re pretty, though.” 

   ansgar rolls his eyes, huffs a sigh and collapses further onto the table. “that was such a backhanded compliment.” a brow raises and his lips quirk into a smile. “maybe you just won’t get any omelets after this. if you don’t appreciate them, i mean.”

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   “is your omelet to your liking, your majesty?”

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“as if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin.” pablo neruda. // @ofdcrksouls

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guttersniper:

          unfamiliar voice clashing on his ears causes the hair on the back of his neck ( hackles ) to rise and wariness to prickle around in his mouth, throat. ❝ n … no. ❞ the stutter isn’t brought upon by anxiety or nervousness, a taut swallow bringing up a pause in between one sound and the next. he straightens, broadening bruised shoulders ever so slightly. ❝ what d’ya want? ❞ always a hidden motive, alwaysalwaysalways.

   “hm?” it’s the first time he actually notices the boy, glancing him over properly now, and his jaw tenses at what he sees. it lasts a moment before he decides it’s not his place. “nothing, jesus—” his hands thoughtlessly strum a few notes. “i just thought you’d wanna hear a song.” 

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corruptaxpoliticus:

    he just wanted to get a goddamn cup of coffee. that’s it. nothing more. a quick starbucks run and then back to work. but no. he gets to deal with this asshole… laying on the ground. “no. it’s not convenient. you’re lucky i didn’t pour my coffee on you.” he wouldn’t. but the threat is still there.

   clint lets that register, brow furrowing and nose scrunching. “yeah, i guess i am lucky...” coffee all over himself sounded awful, to say the least. “sorry, i guess.” he glances around, trying to find a way to help without having to move. “you can probably... walk around.” 

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@guttersniper liked. accepting. 

   “so who should i serenade, hm?” the musician’s set up shop in a park, guitar settled in his arms, guitar case still fairly bare, despite his efforts. “what about her? she looks like she’s havin’ a rough day.” a grin tugs over him, broad and unabashed, as his gaze snaps to meet the kid’s. “or what about you, would you like a serenade this evening?”

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@corruptaxpoliticus liked. accepting.

   he’s sprawled out on the ground, right in the walkway, like he just fell out of someone’s pocket and landed there. “oh,” he says, brow raising as he sits himself up, adjusting a hearing aid as he does. “sorry. ‘s this not convenient?” 

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like for a starter! pls pls pls specify a muse, but i’ll still love you if you don’t

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ofdcrksouls:

     “you’re being silly—” dante sighed. he knew there was no reason with leonardo whenever he was feeling inspired; or ever for that matter. so he took a few steps closer and took a seat across from the other, unsure what to do with his body and instead simply staring at him. “you’re really gonna waste your time on this?”

   “you’re being silly. you know better than to say i waste my time on anything.” he grins again, thrilled at the idea of maybe, just maybe teaching dante that he’s worthwhile, damn it. “here,” his sketchbook and pencil are placed to the side and he leans forward to position his partner, twisting his shoulders a bit and resting his hands in his lap. “now,” his hand grips dante’s chin softly as he searches for eye contact. “relax. it’s not going to hurt or anything.” and for playing along, he’s earned himself a forehead kiss. 

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ofdcrksouls:

         however strange, the man’s touch was actually soothing. 

shameless as he is, he reaches for it again and brings it back close to him, fingers curling gently around the larger palm. mael was much smaller than the other and weirdly enough, being with him made him feel more at ease. after all, if he was a serial killer, he would’ve murdered him brutally already. right?

“i’m fine, ani—” he smiles to himself. to be fair, ansgar was a pretty complicated name. “i don’t wanna be rude or anything, but why did you help me? i mean, it’s not that i’m not thankful or that i don’t wanna be here—i DO, actually—it’s just weird. not many people are good like that nowadays.

   ansgar’s hand is taken by this stranger and his brow raises in a silent question. —but it’s pleasant, as odd as it is, so he’ll allow it. the poor boy might be rattled or something, it’s the least ansgar can do to grant him a little touch. but with that nickname, too, it seems this mael wants to be much more intimate than ansgar considered them to be. it’s amusing.

   “you were in trouble. those guys were assholes. not much more to it...” he gives a little squeeze to the small hand in his own, gentle and thoughtful. “plus, i’m an off-duty cop. kinda gotta be on the lookout for shit like that.” the older leans back in his seat, stretching out a bit, just now realizing how long he’s been cramped in this car. “do you really think people aren’t good nowadays? sounds like you need to be around better people...”

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ofdcrksouls:

      dante’s features quickly turn into a grimace of disbelief, a scoff slipping past his lips involuntarily. “you cannot be serious—” he shakes his head. “i mean…there’s probably a bunch of other far prettier things you can sketch. i’d probably be a waste of paper.”

   “it wasn’t a question,” leonardo was quick to return, raising a hand to motion dante closer. “come on. it doesn’t matter if there are prettier things. at this moment, i’d like to sketch you. let the supposed waste of paper be my concern, come here.” 

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ofdcrksouls:

            he gets sucked into a few hours of heavy, dreamless sleep and in all honesty, it’s the first time in a while he’s gotten some proper rest. soon enough, he’s flinching in his seat, eyelids slowly lifting to greet the blurry image of a man beside him. his head darts up, vision clearing to finally recognize the other. mael’s memory is faded, barely enough to help him realize he knows this man from somewhere.

 images of the night before flood his mind—a brawl. all in his honor — or that of his ass, probably. he feels a smile tug at his lips as  a sleepy grunt draws from him while he stretches slightly. “morning—” he mumbles, “i think. don’t worry, i’ll leave you alone in a sec. thanks for yesterday—and for this.” he realizes the other’s coat is draped over him—and that the man’s scent is poured all over it. GOD does he smell good. he’s a bit too reluctant to pull its warmth away so instead, he holds it tighter around him ( maybe he could stay a bit longer ). “i’m mael.”

   ansgar looks up from his phone, away from his game of candycrush to see that the stranger was waking up. his phone’s immediately tucked away and a hand rests on the boy’s arm, thumb smoothing over him to make an attempt at soothing him. 

   “no, you’re fine!” he smiles, reassuring him that there’s no rush to leave. “it’s no problem at all.” ansgar would’ve done that for anyone. it was just his luck it happened to be a handsome young man. “i’m ansgar.” his hand draws away, just to, once again, be sure that he won’t make him uncomfortable. “are you alright? you’re not hurt or anything, right? i can drive you to the hospital, if you want...”

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@ofdcrksouls

   “dante,” leo calls, suddenly and out of his silence, with a grin on his face. “c’mere and sit. this light makes you glow and i gotta sketch you.” 

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ofdcrksouls:

    as—CLICHE as it may sound, his world is quite literally spinning.

why did people have to be such asshats? he was just having fun, owning the bar as always, minding his own business as he peacefully twerked along to some 2007 britney ( which - not so - surprisingly reminded him of himself in this particular moment ) when a couple of the aforementioned asshats decided to ruin the fun. 

next thing he knew, punches were being thrown and tables were being turned and he MIGHT’VE been a bit too drunk to freeze some fuckboy ass. 

now, somehow he’s standing ( well, trying to anyway ) outside the bar with a particularly handsome ( aka BOMB AF ) fellow who’s a bit too close to him. and of course, mael grins brightly, ‘stumbling’ forward and into the other’s arms.

   “you’re cute—” he slurs, looking up at the other. apparently, he was also a fucking giant. his eyelids start feeling a bit too heavy and his limbs might be starting to feel a bit numb—gotta love alcohol, man. “aaaand there i go—” and now he’s unconscious. 

   ansgar sees it happening before it actually does and he allows the stranger into his personal space as his jaw tenses. an arm goes tight around his waist, even though he has to stoop to do so, and he holds the boy close. he’d be lying if he were to say this boy wasn’t endearing and attractive, but that just leads ansgar to protect him that much more fiercely. 

   he sighs as the kid slumps into his arms, leaning down even further to pick him up bridal style. he’s tiny, so light in his arms that his heart breaks a little— if ansgar hadn’t been there, things could’ve ended very poorly. the stranger is held while the cop swallows thickly, debating his options. no matter what, he’ll feel creepy doing this. he’s got an unconscious stranger at his will. 

   he’s settled into ansgar’s car, ansgar’s coat draped over him. the door’s left unlocked so it doesn’t feel like he’s trapping this poor kid here, but he’s on high alert, making sure they’re safe and won’t be bothered. if he doesn’t wake up in a few hours, he’ll take him to a hospital or something, because he can’t get his features free from their worried tension. 

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source: Monic Johanna Schmidheiny facebook (photographer)

I like Schmidheiny`s photos of Tom, those two are very intense. I like especially his eyes in both photos and the somehow dark mood.

Both have been posted before, they are from her album “the year in review 2014″ from her facebookpage.