Wayriding

| I’m a little bit lost without you (NSFW) |

I dress for you, laugh prettily for you, I scent myself with roses- all for you. Because I want to be perfect, the way you are perfect. You mingle with your cologne, something noticeable but pleasant, warm hands holding me just so. Together we shape ourselves into an amalgamation of loveliness.

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(Don’t look but I completely forgot Jones’ underarm scar, like a fool!!!)

The first reaction I got when I showed this to a friend and Bf was ‘Its so soft!!’ And I ha...

| Fill my ears with whispered praise (NSFW) |

Aging, greying, but endlessly wanted.

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Working title, trumpet twink.

Very happy with this one, I was super excited and a little intimidated to do so much running water again, I had to look at a painting from a year ago to see how I did it the first time.. ALSO rly pleased with the scars!! Sometimes poses aren’t really aligned right to let me show off their pretty blemishes so I was rly looking forward to a more front facing thing!

Rictus is a lucky ...

| Why do I let myself dream like this |

Any time I do foliage, I’m like, next time let’s make it even MORE of an endevour!!!! And this sure was something. I feel like I’m learning to do so many things though, and im sure I’ll be implementing this kind of greenery in future paintings, same with what I did for the Ric & Hor paintings with all that grass!!

Figuring out all this leafy stuff was tough at first, the sketch I did was super minimal, basically only the outer outline of the bush itself. All the innards I ca...

| Back where we started (NSFW) |

And right where we belong.

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Thought I’d jump in and quickly post this before the month is over!! I know I haven’t been creating as much as usual, mental health and all, you know it by now- so I wanted to still leave this here before July starts as a little treat for being so patient with me!

I had this sketch for aaages, and I’m happy to have finished it up finally. I particularly like how Jones’ ass looks (and the penetration) idk I like...

| The luxury of a regret (NSFW) |

Even when old and weary, some things would- Could, never change.

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Hor is madly in love and terrible at hiding it (Ric doesn’t see it because he’s an oblivious fool) Rics face is my fav thing in this though, he’s exhausted

I had a lot of fun trying to make them look a bit older, I’m sure I can improve though and I’d love to draw them more wrinkled up next time! I looked at references for wrinkled bodies and all that but quite a bit was kinda just ...

| Prayers by night (NSFW) |

He was singing now, chirping those lovely words with melodic rhythm. Asking Him to forgive his transgressions of this evening, promising a better life lived tomorrow.

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Often Jones just wants to forget his troubles, King helps, be it with something like this, a warmed cup of spiced wine, or an hour or two reading together. He doesn’t mind being alone, but it’s all a little easier with King, because King doesn’t expect anything from him.

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| To defile beautiful things |

Horatio's eyes were closed, first blissfully, then in concentrated hunger. Then his teeth were fangs and Jones' lips were prey, and the rigid body against Jones' soft one trembled. The young man opened his eyes and marvelled silently, proudly, at what he could do to the other, knowing he was the only one capable.

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Little snippet courtesy of my boyf 😘

I’m sure I could Tecnically do more to this piece but I’m quite done!! For this one I had an idea sim...

| Cure your aching (NSFW) |

AHHHH im so happy it’s done, not because I was getting sick of it (altho maybe I was a little) but because I just needed to compare it to the mental image I had made in my head. And all in all I’m pretty happy!! (I added a second image where I show the color mock-up)

(I do now see I should’ve made Horatio look quite a bit older but nah… I declare it finished.

I loved doing that window though, I’m already thinking of what other pieces I could implement something like thi...

| Cure your aching - WIP (NSFW) |

Was thinking about this for a while, and i kinda wanna show my lineart again! Im not used to not posting as much as i did, idk, a few months ago? So to make up for the lack I wanted to show more process if you guys like that!

This one actually was a super old sketch I left behind back in November. But lately Ive been going over more of these older sketches (I have.. so many) And picked this one of Jones & Hor to finish. I didnt feel like doing another white wall bg, instead i wanted...

| Boiling Point |

He’d tried to be patient, but his Love wasn’t quite grasping the severity of the consequences- was their little sceme to go wrong. Anything could happen, but he’d insisted on a date. As he should, really, Horatio had neglected him for a few months too long, no checking in, no nothing.

Naturally, the brat wanted a grand gesture of love and eternal devotion.

What better way to start than a night out on the town.

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Horatio is a b...

| The picture of Dorian Gray |

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.

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(Story bit taken from the book)

Finally drew Jones as Dorian Gray and i couldn’t be happier with it. This is the kind of painting I long to make again and again.

The past two weeks I’ve been obsessed with this boo...

| Regarding Art |

Hi guys, I don’t tend to make a lot of these kinds of posts but I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and I don’t wanna just not say anything.

My mental health is pretty appalling right now, to the extend where I’m not getting much work done. (It’s of the crippling anxiety variety) and it’s terribly draining.

So this is why there has been less art lately. I’m not really sure what I’m asking for but I guess I hope you guys understand. I am still makin...

| I'm the hardest goodbye, you'll ever have to say |

These were not dreams. No dream would haunt him so. Dreams were as sweet as summer wine and left the sleeper rested and calm of heart. No, these were not dreams. These were the terrors that plagued him at night. That which caused him to jolt upright at the hour of the wolf, soaked in sweat.

Sobs would wreck him, hands trembling as they covered his mouth to stifle such pathetic noises.

He cried, didn’t know how to stop crying, for he knew these horrors could...