I hate when I start acting like a brat in splatoon when we're losing and then the scores come up and I'm in last fucking place as if me covering the ground and screaming this way at my dumbass team isnt doing anything
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His leathered glove pressed, though gently, flush to her mouth and chin—then to her chest, where her heart echoed the beat of a hunted fox.
a while ago, the talented @linksthoughtbrambles wrote this insanely beautiful fic for a gift exchange event for me, and I am still not over it and I doubt that I'll ever get over it. I wanted to draw That Scene in the story because wow, I think about it a lot. (I also need to practice drawing Link's royal guard outfit for... reasons.)
again thank you so much Brambles for "Black Flowers Blossom" — I hope you like the little art I made of it. <3
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