Hello, I Have To Accomplish My Duty And Join To The Book Omens Week!

I don't think my punishment was the Fall.

I think God put me in that garden, and you on the Eastern wall, knowing you were everything I'd ever want and everything I could never have.

My punishment was never to be a demon; the Serpent of Eden; the Fallen.

God cursed me to spend millennia walking the Earth, desperately and maddeningly in love with you, knowing that I could never have you.

The Ineffable Plan became my Ineffable Punishment; for a crime I didn't realise I'd committed until it was too late.

It's always too late, isn't it?

They said a bottle of wine a day is not bad, so I bought a very fancy bottle today (by accident, wrong price tag, wrong bottle) and opened for celebrating and it was so gooood! Happy Azirafeast!

(just a messy sketch today)

Oh. My. God. I am in love with this pict! Look at them, look! So much love in their faces.

feels loved

I cant resist first quick sketch, made with love

I love this artstyle! Smiles! Strawberry! Wing! Light! Everything.

Preview of my piece for the @ineffableoracledeck!!!! ^w^

It was a ton of fun to work on this! Def jump on this if you love good omens, good art, and want a cool deck of Oracle cards! :D

Happy anniversary, darling. This summer it’s gonna be 2 years when I fell in love with these two dorks.

I love you guys, you gave me incredible amount of motivation to draw, draw after years of nothing and draw more and more and more. Thank you for opportunity to work on great projects, especially DIWS, where I met amazing people, among other things. And for first time I was participated in several zines, can you believe? I didn’t even know what are zines before this madness! (that’s why I wasn’t very active here for a while)

And did I mention how I adore and respect other artists and writers? Because there are so many talented and creative people around, who make so goooood content. Thank you and happy anniversary to you too ♥  (click on for better quality)

My heart is broken but THANK YOU ♥️

To all of us finishing it at the same time right now, desperate for comfort, can we take a minute to thank everyone involved in making the season 2 we never thought we’d get?

Thank you to the whole cast and crew. You were all magnificent.

I might be crying at the end, but god, I had such a wonderful time.

Holy shit, how beautiful! I love everything about it, colors, texture, light, hands and wings (I have a thing for hands apparently) and the huge amount of details. This is LOVE.

Temptation

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.”

Cutie as hell

You’re never too old for an airplane! 💛