@naomijon This is the first drawing I plublish. I hope you can see it and like it. I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New year. #naomijon #merrychristmas🎄 https://www.instagram.com/p/B6UGCgNl3Qu/?igshid=1i5yejebf26ry
Um challengezinho pra começar a semana... Música 🎵 Scissorhands @maggielindemann Inspiração para o challenge @renatasantti e @fairy.freak Inspiração para a make @naomijon Maior desafio desse challenge? Acertar o delineado da transição sem conseguir enxergar o que eu estava fazendo... 🤭 Ótima semana pra nós e bora superar nossos desafios!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #challengedelineado #delineadochallenge #eyeliner #eyelinerchallenge #naomijon #renatasantti #fairyfreak #dicasdamaia #maggielindermann #josimaia #corridadasblogueiras #100daysofmakeupchallenge #challengeraccepted #delineadosdiferentoes #differenteyeliner (em Minas Gerais) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQrfBqeBrnT/?utm_medium=tumblr
I drew the little broccoli @naomijon c: Hope you like it! :D {#drawing#art#naomijon#girl#vinuladraws#portrait#digitalart#painttoolsai#sai} https://www.instagram.com/vinuladraws/p/Bvw94ZLnqzs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ux23jzu24nql
Living alone still wasn’t a familiar concept to Sam despite having been on her own for a good while now. No longer taking up residence down the hall from Naomi in their New York apartment, her solitude was hardly a welcome reprieve and instead forced the blonde to confront several long held fears. About break-ins, murderous strangers, phantoms in the dark. Despite stubbornly claiming otherwise to anyone who questioned it, she hadn’t felt safe being in a residence alone since childhood. Tonight that spooky feeling reared its head and prompted a beeline towards the only person she fully trusted right now. “Sorry, I know it’s late,” she near mumbled once her best friend pulled back the door. “Is it okay if I crash here tonight?”
Looking out over the city as they slowly neared the top point of the centennial wheel, Maddison couldn’t help but feel like she had somehow landed herself at the bottom of the food chain within a concrete jungle. The city was in many ways the same as it had been a decade ago and yet in the same turn so much had changed, including it’s people. Nevertheless, she was thankful that those that had stuck around or returned, were very much still the same people at heart that she had been drawn too all those years ago. “You weren’t kidding, it’s beautiful. Almost too pretty given some of the shit you hear about on the news and in the papers. Though I suppose that’s all apart of the illusion.“ The woman remarked, stealing a glance toward her friend from where she stood staring out at the very place they all called home. “How’s that wound healing up, or more importantly how are you feeling after the situation at LITE?“