Stranger Part 3
I'm going to have my art in a museum!" "really!? that's great! i'm so happy for you, marie!" kit practically jumped up and down as he grinned ear to ear, as if she could see him smile. "awesome!
Good Enough/Crossroads Chapter 15
Actually, i'm more into my art classes than pe, to be honest." "charlie, are you in any art classes?" geoff questioned.
From Ice Cream to Topping | Arc 1, Chapter 1
No one has ever praised or appreciated my art, yet here he stood, buttering me up with it. i was in heaven, and with me so in awe, he could've shot me now, if he was indeed trying to rob me, and i probably wouldn't have even noticed. "wow, thank you!
Hypnovember - Day 7: Mask
Not only through my art but also through myself. touch and moan. moan and touch." he didn't question the reason behind his behavior. sol just acted under an unknown impulse, following the pace set by his words.
Field Trip
"becoming a slave to my biology, what would that do to my art?"
My Human Kuni - Chapter 5
I nodded to him and turned to go back to work on my art, only to hear him scoot his desk/chair closer to me. quietly he whispered in my ear. "psst...ade! ade!"
Quenching His Flame
Whether you're interested in seeing snippets of upcoming pieces, helping me decide what to write next, like seeing wips of my art, wanna provide characters for future art or stories, or just want to chat casually with fun people about shared interests, why
Spring Berak Chapter 10
art and lactate you mentioned there were people who would want to drink my milk?"
Under Tail Behind the Barn
In spite of the impromptu lack of planning that usually accompanies all my art and stories, this turned out amazing! quick, simple but sexy, accurate (for the most part), and just so goddamn good!
The Painting
"mr hokusai said i was finally ready to show my art. he's hard on me but he's very fair. i'm lucky to have him as my teacher." they had to agree. years went on and james learned more and more, soon approaching the skill of the old man.
Healing Love - Chapter 20
I turned the large wooden spatula around to allow me a perfect angle to work my art on the food. when i finished putting the last topping on, i slid the pizza into the oven.
Winter Traditions: Interlude
I pulled the shirt on, found my art bag, and quietly slipped out the door. i stopped, using the bathroom before heading downstairs though. jay dee's mother was sitting at her sewing table and smiled up at me as i padded down the stairs.