not art but please look at the single best potg i've ever achieved
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not art but please look at the single best potg i've ever achieved
new dragon age stuff got shown (just concept art but Still) time to put my booboo the fool hat on again huh
i got back with good fucking news.
I drew my self insert ref sdfkjhdgkf
seven minutes!
SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME | * 24.
HE’S NEAR AND CLOSE, SMOKE TRAILING OFF EACH SYLLABLE. Beanie is held in hand and a mess of hair spools out on her lap, comfortable and relaxed. A lot could happen in seven minutes, yet his only chief concern was, “Y’gonna eat me?” A brow raises at the other. A running joke, except he was sure she wasn’t joking. A lazy turn of his head to face the soft of her stomach, he nuzzles closer, planting a kiss and running heated fingers under her shirt. Light and soft and teasing, each accompanied with a smile that wrought trouble and mischief. How much could he get away with? He props himself up with an arm so he could plant more kisses upwards. A heated palm trailing along. Until he gets to her bra. A pointed gaze and a heated second later, his palm moves to cradle the back of her head, fingers entangling themselves in her silver hair. Resuming where he’d left of, on the ridge of her collarbone and up along to the soft of her neck. Nose nuzzles into her, his voice low, coated in mirth. You could hear him smiling, “Or’s that too ‘lewd’ of me to ask?” Instead of a kiss, he leaves her a love bite instead. Planting a soft kiss on top of it, he resumes his trail up her jawline and stops at the corner of her mouth. He looks up to her through his lashes, smug and confident, as though the idea of asking her wasn’t as lewd as he liked to joke. He plants a final kiss on her mouth // Soft and fleeting, he nips at the bottom of her lip.
the rare moments u get to see this loser's face
slep u need slep
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!
VIVE LA FRANCE. :))))))))))
❝ Oui, Vive la bordel de France ! ❞ -- sings the L'internationale in 2 the sunset