And Because I Like My Life To Be Harder, I Made A Mini Comic For My Next Collab For Reverse Bang. Echoes

The happiest drunk smiles of the Earth.

had one too many bottles of wine 🍷

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! ♡

The sun finally setting over the horizon of the Russian River Valley. Oh boy, that fic really hit the spot.

an afternoon study ‘cause I love each color in his face

Oh my God, you're so gooood and talented artist! I don't even know which one of your drawings I like the most.

Hellfire

(I started to hate this half way through so I left it super sketchy and played around with the colors a lot lol)

I haven't shared my submission On the top of the world for TIC4 Zine, my goodness!

In fact, this drawing was first thing I drew after Season 2 was released. I've been drawing after very very long time and was afraid I totally lost my skill (and apparently art style, nonexist thing), but I enjoyed painting them again so much. Also, Daniel Worth paintings are awsome! I won't pretend I wasn't inspired by his work :D

Hope we all enjoy the next volume of The Ineffable con! (me just virtually)

Forgot to post here haha

HOLY CRAP, this is fucking masterpiece! This animatic must have taken you such a long time. I can't imagine how much work is involved in. Such a beautiful colors, illustrations, motion, lyrics, my God, whole amazing artstyle, everything.

Never see something like that before.

so i started this in august and at this point im not sure i’ll ever finish it, even though i’ve storyboarded the whole thing already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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 never finish drawing (especially DTIYS), like I said, but there is little miracle of my own. I worked on beautiful and very touching pict by @hayamiyuu (look on Intstagram please!) because I like, everybody like, rainy romantic and I fell in love with these amazing colors and lighting! They are an image of love in its purest form for me.