Just One Word: FINALLY

This is pure joy! Draw Michael for first time, hope I didn’t mess up him, because he deserves all love of the world. ...look at this eyes wrinkles please, look, you could lost in them.

A tilt of the chin, a delicate pad of a finger lifting it up ever so gently.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“You. I’m thinking of you, always.”

A rustle of sheets, someone is turning onto their side, sitting up against the antique headboard.

“No, really. As sweet as that is...”

“I’m serious,” he says in earnest, brows lifting to prove it.

“I believe you,” he laughs, and fingers are dragged up and down a chest, across a sternum, bare skin tingling under the tender caresses.

“Good. Because I wouldn’t know how else to get you to do that.”

Someone leans down to kiss plush, swollen lips, matched by the state of their own, both sore from kissing and much, much more. There’s another shift then, someone straddling the other under the sheets, a comforting weight upon a corporeal body, and an arm is reaching to the nightstand for a cigarette.

“Want one?”

“No, my dear, I think I’d rather keep tasting you instead.”

There’s the sound of another, quicker kiss, and then the dry filtered end is pressed between two wetted lips, hanging haphazardly until it’s gripped between pearly whites.

“Hold still-“

Someone disobeys only by grazing his palms down the warm chest in front of himself, and is greeted by the sight of a miracled lighter, a thing small and silver and engraved with a script in Latin: Your fire burns bright in my soul.

“Oh- you’re so daft-“

“If I’m daft then you are too.”

“I never said I was smart.”

Two stupid grins mirror each other, and the lighter is flicked open to reveal its strong flame, which is very carefully brought closer to the lover’s lips against the packed end. It glows along with the lover’s eyes, and then there’s another click as the lighter ceases its temporary existence.

The sound of a long, steady inhale matches the calm, almost-impossibly-slow breaths of the other being, and soon smoke is curling out of the lover’s mouth and nose as he plucks the cigarette from his teeth. It’s a lace, a fog that’s sweet and heavy that circles around the two lovers themselves, moving with the hand that clutches the smoke itself to travel the lungs of the other. Shared breath, shared aftermath, shared bodies, shared meaning.

“C’m’ere,” one says, breathing out more lace.

“I already am,” the other insists, but his eyes crinkle as he’s invited closer to the flesh of his lover, cheek finding cheek, hand finding hair that matches flame.

“Let’s sleep tonight.”

“But, my love, I’m already living the dream.”

I cant resist first quick sketch, made with love

Hi! I made a new profile photo, because... That old one was older then anything, everything. And my style quite changed and developed, at least I hope so. Another reason for change was my participiating in fanzines (yay!) and need of have something more representing? I don’t know. I did it. I had a great time and that is a good and important point. Plus I want to celebate the BIG AMOUNT of followers! I don’t know how many of them are bots or inactive profiles, but I’m glad and happy and grateful. Thank you! ♡

That terrifing moment you see an amazing art/fic, immediately and subconsciously like it, then realize you already liked them so this little heart is breaking apart (and yours too) and you stop breathing, hit the like button again and hope the artist never notice.

Good Omens Fancomic Tartan and Starlight! Part 3

I ran this in May 2020, and it’s now collected up :

https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/821316098/tartan-starlight-go-comic

Part1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Life changing thing, thank you. (yep, this doesn’t work on mobile app)

For those of you who want tagviewer back and can NOT revert back to the old dashboard through here: https://www.tumblr.com/settings/dashboard

tag viewing is now a thing you can do w/o xkit

just click on the notes and the # in the upper right hand corner like this

dont ask me what the lightning bolt does because i have no clue

i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave

Two years ago I sumbitted a few sketches for Good Omens Reverse Bang and had no idea what could come from it. That I could participate on a whole multichaptered story I am imensly proud of? (I'm talkign about Sunshine, don't mind hidden ad) Draw a picture every month? And lastly, most importantly, meet amazing people and make friends? Well, here I am, two years later, joining the Reverse Bang again and being paired with my dear friend and brilliant writer @elfontheshelves again! I would't be happier working with anyone other than you. Thank you for everything ♡ Our latest collab: Questionable home decor or how Crowley's life was turned completely upside down by the appearance of a certain angel back into his life. An angel that had been on his mind for the past, oh so many years.

Below is an original sketch that inspired the story. This is the most detailed sketch I've ever done for the event and completelly redraw it anyway, but I like both. I left the space for third person blank and I let elf to decide who could stand there. Apparently, there were no other option but Aziraphale :D The sketch is based on a photo taken at my friend's wedding I attended with my friend and roomate (we all are very good friends and classmates from high school) this september. Now it's displayed on the fridge in our apartment and I hope it'll stick there for very long time, as long as at Furfur's place.

Do you ever think you'll stop drawing fanart? No offense it just seems like the kind of thing you're supposed to grow out of. I'm just curious what your plans/goals are since it isn't exactly an art form that people take seriously.

Ah, fanart. Also known as the art that girls make.

Sad, immature girls no one takes seriously. Girls who are taught that it’s shameful to be excited or passionate about anything, that it’s pathetic to gush about what attracts them, that it’s wrong to be a geek, that they should feel embarrassed about having a crush, that they’re not allowed to gaze or stare or wish or desire. Girls who need to grow out of it.

That’s the art you mean, right?

Because in my experience, when grown men make it, nobody calls it fanart. They just call it art. And everyone takes it very seriously.