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🦊 His tongue tastes like smoke, adrenaline, and home ❤️ 🚬

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I’m so pleased with how this came out 🥺❤️ it’s the first artwork I’ve made for myself in a long time! I hope you all like it!

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Commissions open! Shoot me a dm 😘

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It’s my BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! So enjoy these cute foxes as my gift to you! I always loved the Hobbits tradition of sharing gifts on their birthday. (I love hobbits) have an amazing day my friends! Thank you so so much for being here and for loving my art. It means the world to me!

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gruntsandpoetry

But it was when you were confronted with what you fear most.

yourtinseltinkerbell

#tag your favorite quentin hair

rainbowd00dles

horror movie night with the foxes

please do not use, edit or post my art to other sites

lunapiq

Several attempts to show how I saw it for the first time. I'm still dying for the tactile details 💔

doesephs

snaps neil to matt

fortheloveofexy

The Foxes

Ha! So. I'm a dumbass and forgot to include Renee. Re-uploaded with her included. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oop my bad

joefangs

poikas

staring

fabulousmisfits

He put his phone away again, turned backward in the seat, and pushed up onto his knees to look down at Andrew.

Andrew ignored him, but Neil didn't mind. He was content for now to look, arms folded over the back of his seat and chin propped on a forearm. He didn't know what he was looking for. Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own. Despite that, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew's pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seem almost gold. Whatever it was, it was disorienting. A wordless question buzzed under Neil's skin, leaving him restless and out-of-sorts.

"Hey," Neil said, because maybe if Andrew looked at him he'd figure it out.

It took a moment, but Andrew finally slid a calm gaze his way. Andrew only tolerated the staring another minute before saying, "Stop."

"I'm not doing anything."

"I told you not to look at me like that.” (The King’s Men)