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Small simple 3d models. It can be lowpoly or smooth, as you want.
For 5 € extra I can give you the 3d model if you want to 3d print it!
I an extra 40€ i can also give you a pepakura template for your model!
If you’re interested by any of this contact me through tumblr’s superb, bug-free message system and tell me what you want. I’ll come up with a sketch, you tell me if it’s what you wanted, i’ll do the job, ask for me money and send you the gif through email! (Also please tell me in advance if you want it printed out in 3d)
So, here we are. The last sneak peek. *Keanu Reeves voice* Whoa. Enjoy!
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Turned out, that after
having a super-adult conversation where you air out your respective worries,
concerns and insecurities and come up a plausible way of working said issues
out, called for a celebratory blow-job and subsequent hurried breakfast.
“‘Oo ‘ook ‘ice,” Peter
spoke around a mouthful of half-charred toast as Wade handed him a scalding-hot
cup of coffee.
“Thanks, babe. I think
it’s a sign that we’ve been spending too much time together when I can actually
understand what you just said,” Wade deadpanned, taking a sip of his own coffee
only to be proven right that yes, it was entirely too hot.
“Waa—” the brunet rolled
his eyes, forcing himself to swallow the bread before continuing, “what’s the
occasion?”
He was talking about
Wade’s spiffy shirt and pants, of course. He ‘ooked’ ‘ice’ in the ensemble, to
say the least. To say the most, Peter thought he looked downright jumpable. If
he didn’t have work in forty-five minutes in fact, he’d do just that.
“Have a meeting with our
favourite sighted-lawyer,” the merc replied enigmatically with a wave of his
hand, “thought I’d dress up for the occasion.”
Peter tilted his hand at
him, tie half-fastened, one end in each hand, “a meeting with Foggy? About
what?”
Wade stepped forward,
taking the tie from Peter’s grasp and beginning to fasten it, his eyes lowered
to the task at hand.
“Ol’ Fogsworth may have
indicated he was finally ready to tell a certain visually-challenged smoke-show
how he feels about him. And wanted my advice before potentially destroying a
decades-long friendship.”
Peter knew his face was
doing something complicated. He couldn’t help but feel a little stung that
Foggy had not come to him for advice, but at the same time was a little
relieved. He had already been dealing with Matt and his emotional-constipation
over his staunch denial of feelings for his best friend—Peter wouldn’t know
what he’d do if he had to contend with Foggy too. Probably something along the
lines of locking them in a room and refusing to let them out until they
admitted they were in love and made out steadily for twenty minutes.
Not that he was too
invested, or anything.
“Good luck with that,” he
smiled as Wade finished with his tie, catching his hands in his before they
could retreat and squeezing gently.
“Yeah. I’ll need it,”
Wade sighed dramatically, “Some guys
are just ridiculously stubborn when it comes to matters of the heart.”
“And we wouldn’t know
anything about that,” Peter smirked back, leaning forward and catching his lips
in a chaste kiss.
“Mmm. Nope,” Wade mumbled
against his mouth, hands enfolding his waist, “nothing at all.”
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