i love sitting on a sofa with one leg crossed over the other and my arms spread out across the headboard behind me like a young, reckless, 1920s gentleman of ambiguous sexuality, with more money than i know what to do with and an intense weariness of the shallow, hedonistic lifestyle enjoyed by my companions
Oil paint: Bit of a traditionalist. Born in the wrong era. Formal clothes. Very patient. Constantly changing their minds. Lingering touches. Sometimes a bit full of themselves but tries not to be.
Acrylic paint: Not very patient. Aims for things that seems unachievable. Always striving to be more. Bold moves. Colourful clothing. Not one to follow the rules. Never tired.
Charcoal: Does before they think. Bold. Dirty hands. Big smiles. Too much coffee. Not afraid to speak up. Not easy to make friends with but a very loyal friend.
Watercolour: Dancing in the rain. Old movies. Content with what they have. Seems younger than they are. Spinning until they’re dizzy. Soft laughter. Cold feet.
Colour pencil: Notices a lot of detail. Colourful clothing. Can’t finish anything. Spends a lot of time and energy on things they love. Carnivals. Wants to please. Hard working.
Pen: Lives in extremes. Well mannered. Wicked smiles. Never sleeps. Popular. Knows too much for their own good. Involved in a lot of things. Overworks themselves.
Pencil: Focuses on detail. Knowing smiles. Always on the edge of a breakdown. Always busy. Constantly busy with something new. Sticks to old habits.The go-to-friend.
Pastels: Soft touches. Careful smiles. Only has a few close friends. Cotton candy. Insecure. Love at first sight. Easy to confide in. Bit messy sometimes. Loose clothing.
not in a horny way more like a cowboy slapping his horses hindquarters to jostle it along but in this scenario you are both horse and rider combined into one vaguely stressed and very fast creature
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