Pokephilia Story (NSFW) - The Pain of Another Year Ch. 1 (Justin Pt. 3)
His psychosis was at an all time high, hearing voices and even seeing things like red eyes in photos or portraits of people.
The Chronicles of Drakken
The wind dragons were painting and drawing portraits of others while their musicians sung to instruments playing to the day.
Not Quite Calorie-Free
In the center of such a stairway was a large portrait of the white wolf himself, still donning the plaque of 'fishsticks. professor. teacher. mediocre chef.'
In The Doghouse: Final Chapter
Some were of her working on various vehicles, but the one that stood out the most was the portrait picture they'd taken that they planned to use for the website, a 'meet the staff' section of sorts.
Echo - Road 65 ( 1/2 )
They chatted, sometimes pointing to a portrait before bursting out laughing. their voices were deafening and high-pitched. the accent of alcohol was heard.
Reflections
It was a family portrait all right, but it could not have been his family portrait. it was a portrait of humans, bald-faced, smooth, monstrous humans. the stuff of dreams, the stuff of nightmares.
The Reptilian Blitz: Chapter 1
He looks over towards a wall to his right, noticing a photograph hanging of a nail, of a somewhat small portrait of an enlistment roster.
Always Me - Chapter 4
The toad was wearing a large helmet with the red glass orb from the portrait on top and was standing on a large pillar of wood shouting instructions. people were holding sharpened sticks, other had rocks tied in slings.
The Games a Foot
When they saw us catching up they started a game of hacky sack, but at least had the sense to stop bouncing the knit ball of the portrait of the schools 12th principle, tuck their tails and mutter an apology.
After the Storm - Part 28 [Blessing and Curse]
Her eyes went from the kitchen, to the stairs that led upstairs and downstairs, to the tv, then to the portraits that hung above the piano.
The Gate-Way Revisited: Chapter 5 Secrets Revealed
At over four feet thick, the two massive slabs of ash were as intricately designed as the doors, portraits and tapestries he had seen already. a knight stood in full armour, sword raised high in one paw and a book firmly gripped in the other.
The Gluttonous Duke's Last Meal
Tacitus moved back the way he came, following a line of paintings until he came to the one he would need to manipulate: a family portrait displaying the soon-to-be-dead duke and his parents.