The Silent Bruiser

➦             & it’s no doubt a burden to have the weight of EYES on him no less. a little swirl of her glass, another sip ; my how graceful he is. fiona finds herself swooning a breath as his mere flinch snaps the brush in two. poor thing… it’s all about the flow of pressure, right? if he’s tensing up on occasion, he’ll never understand the timidity a canvas needs.

                               ❛ - hey shiverton, you gonna tremble all day? take it from a profes’h, kid — you gotta let your body go when you tap into that flow, y’know? take it easy. the paint don’t bite. - ❜ it’s a small flex at her own perspective & elegance, but as a stealthy criminal it’s a grant she’s due. her brow lifts in expectance for some silent lip in turn from the fellow, especially since she once fought against him & threw them to the cops ; look where she is now, on HIS side of the ring. ( another sip. )

              maybe if he just… ❛ - hold the brush comfortably, let your shoulders relax, & then just let your hand drift as you breathe. - ❜

At the sudden sound of a voice, he tenses his paw... only to snap the brush currently being held in it. Well, snap is an understatement, it’s more like crushed to tiny pieces, under the force of his grip. How long had this lady been watching him? Had she seen his ‘artwork’, or how many brushes he had gone through? Oh how embarrassing...

He doesn’t even notice, he’s too fixated on trying to not break the brushes or canvas. a dab into the paint, and then a swish across the canvas... -CRACK!- Well... there went another brush... The frustration is starting to build, but it’s not quite evident on the outside yet.

Ah, his belly. Soft and padded though it might look, covered with a layer of fat. Oh how he wished that he could be rid of the roundness, in favor of something flatter and more defined. Alas, because he was a bear, a species that tends to have a gut despite all the workouts and training that he does, He feared he would never have the flat stomach he had always wanted.

However, just because he wasn’t quite happy with it, doesn’t mean other’s didn’t appreciate it, apparently, by how Gadget had started rubbing it. It felt good, the wolf’s paw rubbing up and down, and side to side. Sometimes even in circles. He was tempted to do the same to him, but... Perhaps that might be invasive. However, he makes no moves to dissuade Gadget from his current activity.

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        peace or war?   sun or stars?   flowers or trees?   crescent moon or full moon?   streets or skyscrapers?   rooftops or balconies?   ink or glitter?   life or death?   order or chaos?   candle or bonfire?   ocean or sky?   leather or silk?   sweet or sour?   overstimulation or understimulation?   book or letter?   soft or coarse?   fight or flight?   silver or gold?   playing cards or tarot cards?   circles or angles?   cramped or vast?   checkers or chess?

tagged  by   :  Nobody, I stole it :)

Squint.... He was just minding his own business, when some stranger had poked him, right on the nose. What would possibly possess them to even consider doing such a thing? If one had done this to his boss, they’d get a bullet through the skull, most likely... But luckily, Bark is not his boss. 

❝    does  the  dark  circles  under  my  eyes  make  me  look  hot   ?    ❞

I can’t seem to get any muse for Bark at all any more, so this blog is now officially on hiatus. I don’t know when I’ll come back, if I ever do, but I wish you all the best of endeavors in your rps!