"My thorns grew thick on my stem, slicing deep into your shaking palm, your hands of hatred grasping onto my fragile body. As the blood seeped down your hands you began to feel sour; For I was a pretty blooming red rose, and you were the gardener who never could find beauty in a flower." ------ This is a sequel t...
this is, as the title says, an artbook, showcasing well.. my art. Most of it is from my Schlatt x Quackity book. I'll basically show the image then make a description for that said image. I'm not much of an artist, be warned.
"That's when I remember why I fell in love, Alex, with you. Your thoughts reminded me of beautiful flowers, your smile reminded me of a dark blue." This story is Schlatt X Quackity (There is smut in this book, but I add summaries at the end of all of the chapters so be free to skip any of them if you're uncomfy.) Plus...