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oh hey an old Price sketch I never posted!

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;)

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Trying to practice a lot of things in this piece. I rarely ever made quite finished pieces.

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commission!

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Wolf! Vander.

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I love Willy. I once had a dream involving farmer, Willy and Elliott.

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my crow oc vikari. Still tweaking his design.

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when that first heat is over and that annoying beta was looking yo get a rise outta you

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non fandom related sketch

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Buck :)

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mads

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I painted Jayce and he looks so pretty and then I had to do Viktor doing what he was doing to the man. But alas I cannot post it here so 🤷🏼

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The polaroid waved in your hand as it developed. Air from the movements brought your wine-heated skin pinpricks of relief, though the presence of the strong chest pressed tight by your hips negated whatever help that was.

“Do I look good?” John’s question rasped onto your skin. Scratchy kisses journeyed up from your knee to the bend of your waist, inquisitive eyes peering at the image of him you’d snapped of the night.

Of course he looks good—he always does. Sweat-slicked and done up so prettily you want the cigar and scotch of him to paint memories all over your perpetually unsated body.

“Like a million dollars,” you answered, as the green of his dress shirt became the first blobs of colours to show up on the film. You already know where you wanted to display the picture after this. “Very handsome. I can see why the hostess gave you that up and down now, Price.”

The man groaned. “Don’t give a flying bollock what some random woman wants. But don’t call me by my last name unless you intend to take it, love.”

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random non-fandom sketch!

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i love leon kennedy

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I love drawing loverboys