And I Live For It - Blog Posts

I'm on a roll with these art projects! Let's just hope I can finish them..

Anyway, I included the reference pic that I got off of pinterest c:

Another thing I'll need to include is probably the outfits imma draw them in. Which I also got from pinterest.. I spend a lot of time on pinterest looking at clothes and pose references.

AND ANOTHER THING I just remembered that this was supposed to be the cover of a Pale Nightmare playlist I was gonna make, so uh, that's the story behind this ig. When the pics done I'll make the playlist and share it here :D

the way laurent having a creampie kink is canon

still can't believe that Pacat gave us Laurent caught up in pleasure begging Damen to come inside of him

yellowjackets fans who don't fuck with taivan are the weakest links. you all will see two skinny feminine white girls stand next to each other and wax poetic about how much they mean to each other and their beautiful homoerotic longing but the moment there's a canonical lesbian relationship between a black woman and her butch girlfriend suddenly you don't give a fuck. "Oh, but tai cheated on her wife.." THEY EAT PEOPLE!!! THEY'RE ALL MURDERERS!!!! WHY ARE WE POLICING THEIR MORALS SIT DOWN AND ENJOY THE TOXICITY LIKE THE REST OF US!!!

❝ i am just a lost traveler, seeking rest for the night. ❞

The green knight starters / Accepting

THE  CAMPFIRE  CRACKLED  SOFTLY  IN  THE  HEART  OF  THE  NIGHT,  ITS  GOLDEN  LIGHT  CASTING  DANCING  SHADOWS  ACROSS  THE  SURROUNDING  TREES.  Link  sat  cross-legged  on  the  cool  grass,  the  flames  reflecting  in  his  eyes  as  Epona  stood  nearby,  her  ears  flicking  occasionally  at  the  distant  sounds  of  the  wild.  The  scent  of  woodsmoke  mingled  with  the  crisp  night  air,  and  the  world  seemed  quiet,  save  for  the  occasional  rustle  of  leaves.  Suddenly,  a  faint  noise  (  too  deliberate  to  be  the  wind  )  broke  the  stillness.  Link’s  sharp  instincts  immediately  took  hold  and  he  rose  smoothly  to  his  feet.

That's  how  the  stranger  would  find  him,  standing  with  calm  yet  watchful  eyes  studying  her  for  a  few  seconds  before  finally  breaking  the  silence  ❝  You  are  free  to  stay  if  you  want  ❞  the  words  were  as  straightforward  as  they  were  simple,  spoken  without  hesitation  or  pretense.  It  was  almost  surprising...his  lack  of  questions,  his  absence  of  suspicion.  But  perhaps  it  wasn't  so  strange;  anyone  with  ill  intent  would  likely  have  been  far  less  obvious  in  their  approach.  And  if  you  looked  closely,  his  sword,  though  seemingly  out  of  reach,  was  positioned  perfectly  for  a  quick  draw,  even  if  he  had  stepped  slightly  closer.

It  didn't  take  long  for  the  hero  to  return  to  his  spot  by  the  campfire,  settling  back  onto  the  grass  with  the  same  unhurried  ease  as  before  ❝  though  I'm  afraid  I  don't  have  much  to  offer  ❞  he  said,  pausing  for  a  moment  before  adding  ❝  just  some  food,  if  you  are  hungry  ❞  while  gesturing  toward  the  freshly  caught  fish  cooking  over  the  flames.  Their  edges  crisping  in  the  warmth.  It  was  a  humble  gesture,  but  genuine,  and  he  hoped  it  would  be  enough.  The  only  other  thing  he  had  were  a  few  carrots  which  were  meant  for  Epona  and,  therefore,  NOT  SOMETHING  HE  WOULD  SHARE.