The Paintbrush (Anthro Amaterasu TF/TG)
It was filled with paintings and other artistic tools such as easels, paintbrushes, paint, you name it. andy was the proud owner of a few statues as well.
The Artful Poet
Strokes from paintbrush made of feathers cast we. canvases begin to fill, the paint words. at completion, poets covet beauty. art they make forever makes them great lords.
A New Kind of Paint Shop
Corey replies, starting to move the paintbrush towards cody's arms. cody pulls it away quickly. "s-so soon?" she says with a nervous chuckle.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 139
There was no curve that she could see, no paintbrush bending back against the black canvas of the night sky, and the reason for that was simplicity itself. there was no bend because she wasn't looking at it from the side.
Murder at the Speed of Life #1
"from now on, i'll stick to two dimensions: paintbrush up, down, left and right." "don't forget in or out," said irene. she looked concerned, holding an unfolded letter in her hand. "fire inspection's due next week.
Lonely Oak Chapter 15
"i brought a paintbrush," he replied. the class exchanged glances, until finally angela spoke; "that's not a paintbrush. it's too small." "there are many kinds of paintbrushes, angie," ms.
The Art and the Jock Ch.1
#1 of jocks and paintbrushes so i started to write again. this is just a little thing i'm starting so might take time for me to finnish. a bell rings in a room and there is a quiet litte,"damn."
United Through Two Worlds Chapter 5
The paintbrush was harder for her to hold, it kept slipping from her hand, and she began to grow frustrated. "here" michael said as he reached out and gripped her hand, slipping the paintbrush into place.
The Start of Something New: Chapter One
He was the envy of the entire neighbourhood with the softest and fluffiest tail in the area, which looked like a paintbrush with the very tip dipped in black paint, and a white ring separating the black from the red.
The Winter Garden Chapter One
His paintbrush slipped from tiny fingers. then... he scrambled backward. terrified. verex stopped. the familiar ache settled inside him. again. always. the human prince's breathing grew quick. verex looked down at himself. his claws.
Writing Prompt #4: Invocation
Phèdre puts down his paintbrush with a dramatically large gesture, then goes over to the pedestal, wrests the candle firmly from the husky, and examines it under the light. he holds his paw out, palm up; marduk puts the knife in it.
Z-Hero Compilation 2
[b]dustin:[/b] you'll get us kicked out, paintbrush! [b]jimmy:[/b] \ what have i done? [b]blake:[/b] if i wanted 'food' like this i would have roasted fish straight from the sea myself!