An Oil Painting
It was a pair of huge clawed hands made from canvas. they had bulged out of the empty picture frame and grabbed hold of him and were pulling him into the canvas!
Sofurry presents locked and loaded Ep.1
Fealowx hammers travis with right hand punches fealowx walks back toward the turnbuckles and runs toward travis but, travis sends fealowx a hard right hand which sends fealowx crashing to the canvas.
The Stripe & Sprocket's BIG Adventures: Friendship is Binary
Sprocket, still dressed only in her canvas apron, followed, stealthily dashing from hiding place to hiding place through the large, open-air floor plan.
Minimum Wage Wrestling #1
The referee gets down on all fours and smacked his hand on the canvas for the count, "1 . . . 2 . . . 3!" _ding-ding-ding!
A Pony Sweeter than Honey
In ponyville, 3 fillies are attempting to paint a picture on a canvas. a pony named scootaloo, a pegasus pony with fuchsia hair and an orange amber coat, starts off by splattering a bucket of blue paint on the canvas.
The Bronx vs. The Bayou - Part 5
He'd managed to send bruno to the canvas again with another hard left hook to the liver. bruno barely got up before being counted out and told the referee he wanted to go on.
Legends of Hyrule: Fur and Feathers
She stood up slowly, packed her easel and folded it up between the straps on her pack, before carefully rolling her painting, sliding the canvas into a leather tube she'd purchased just for the larger sheets.
Seduction
Her partner, the grey wolf, devyn, sat in front of her easel, stretched canvas at an easy height for artwork and the creation of.
You'd Better Not Cry! (Darker Version)
This gave megan the perfect chance to toss her canvas over santa's back, blocking the blue-white rays from the full moon overhead. beneath the curtain, santa growled, and megan watched his claws shred the canvas.
G.R.R. Chapter 16: Wargames
I flop back down on the canvas again. i get back up again to try and shift it back to my advantage.
Turnabout is Fair Play
"why the fuck am i on the canvas, and why does my ass hurt so much?" he asked, blinking a bit as his head slowly stopped spinning.
Weaver Fever (chapter 1)
The fence itself - his loosely-woven, metal canvas - stood still, although soon it would begin to rattle again as he pulled at the nest, building it. building it! the words filtered through him with a shudder of desire.