A Small G/t Blog

it's not much but i'm doing my part to feed the G/t tag o7

Its so hard to find tiny pov art :(

Some sketches of @worthytemplarnerd's AU fanfic of my Hollow Knight Comic. Hornet get's captured first and she is not as lucky as Ghost is lol. It's always a treat to be able to read a fanfic of my own creation. Like legit, it is magical. And this concept is fun! It's so so fun actually. Like let my girl slowly realize she kinda likes cantalope OKAY? And even having childlike wonder.

So of course I want to show my appreciation :3 thank you!

Rude...

i have no words

Dag 10: Fred, och vila, tillslut.

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Day 10: peace, and rest, in the end.

Drawing space yaoi, hello!

First borrowing mission for Gustave since his injury ! How will it go ? A long chapter, I hope you'll like it !

The Deep Woods don’t care much for the laws of nature. It’s lush with food and treasure at all times of the year. Its trees are as tall as mountains, its weather is always like a sultry evening. It’s a realm as abyssal as the oceans, and just as likely to swallow you whole. Mythical beings lurk about. They range from mischievous to malicious, and none of them are particularily fond of people. Most feared of all is the Jotun. Massive, primordial beings. Inscrutable and chaotic, Equal part person and force of nature. Swords cannot rend their flesh, and muskets only seem to irritate them. They have little regard for petty things like morals and convention, and find humans most agreeable when paired with a light beer.

Dravad is a bright young man with his whole life ahead of him. He has finally settled down to cultivate his passions; heritage crops, hedonism and screwing with people. Although his past was turbulent, he now finds himself in a rather comfortable spot. He’d almost have a perfect life, were it not for the arrows and bullets fired at him from every direction. An unrelenting terror has invaded his home. They come in huge numbers, and don’t take no for an answer. These tenacious creatures seem to want little more than to slice his throat and turn his antlers into a trophy, so when a desperate woman quivers in fear at his mere presence, he has one question:

“Can humans be more than cold blooded killers?”

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Well, my story that I can only describe as a freaky, dark, northern mythology themed pulp romance is now live. If you like weird folklore based speculative biology, illustrated paintings, monsterfucking, women slowly going insane from their own repressed feelings and the oppressive gaze of the townspeople, and flamboyant love interests that that have a lot of heart but little sense, then this story is for you. Enjoy. Hey, it’s free.

Intended for mature audiences.