Boyfriend Comforts You After a Nightmare
I’ll never leave you…You had a nightmare, I’m here angel, tell me all about it.
I’ll never leave you…You had a nightmare, I’m here angel, tell me all about it.
Voiceover for panel from Vagabond about Musashi Miyamoto, written and illustrated by Takehiko Inoue.
You’re shopping with your partner in the mall, who is excited for a foundation line that just dropped. When they come out the store empty-handed and feeling down, you decided to comfort them and have an honest talk with them and about their experience on their makeup journey. Script by NeonHoneyBee45
You’re shopping with your partner in the mall, who is excited for a foundation line that just dropped. When they come out the store empty-handed and feeling down, you decided to comfort them and have an honest talk with them and about their experience on their makeup journey. Script by NeonHoneyBee45
A quiet, poetic confession of forbidden love, told from a place of clarity rather than impulse. What begins as reflection turns into acceptance, intimate surrender to desire, a conscious step into something known to be forbidden, and wanted anyway.
I can’t help but lean in closer, my lips barely brushing your ear, my words soft and dangerous. I press my lips to your ear. When you tilt your chin up, our lips lock for a moment. Our eyes meet and confess everything without a single word. I can feel your lips moving. The kiss […]
Romantic manga panel from Insomnia After School, that I voice over with “I Love You, I’ll love you for all of my life”.
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I can’t help but lean in closer, my lips barely brushing your ear, my words soft and dangerous. I press my lips to your ear. When you tilt your chin up, our lips lock for a moment. Our eyes meet and confess everything without a single word. I can feel your lips moving. The kiss […]
A quiet, poetic confession of forbidden love, told from a place of clarity rather than impulse. What begins as reflection turns into acceptance, intimate surrender to desire, a conscious step into something known to be forbidden, and wanted anyway.