~Happy September~
I just dropped a pack of 15 traditional media textures that I've made over the years for use in comics/illustration! You can snag it for just $1 over at my itch store :)
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Angel Standing, attributed to Rembrandt van Rijn
Dutch, 17th century
pen and brown ink over traces of charcoal on laid paper
National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.
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HELLO!!
This lil' guy has been plaguing my mind for over a month, so I decided to test-draw him~
His name is Charcoal and he's basically Ink but with a 'sprinkle' of Killer's backstory! Later, once I actually draw him fullbody and design him more thoroughly, I'll write out more info about him and his multiverse <3
It's NOT a swap Multiverse, but it does take elements from that kind of idea~!
(also, the target up front isn't his Soul, since Ink doesn't have one, instead its his paint from his vials!)
(design not final btw <3)
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"fallen so far from his tree and still kicking", my mother said about a baby bird when we found it dying, and later, she said, "he's fragile"
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📣 New 'Scorn' chapter alert 🚨
(I'm running out of clever ways to title these posts, why am I allergic to writing the same thing twice)
A murder mystery/romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of smut and one trans angel
Chapter 8: Do the tango just for two
Details and art under the cut ⬇️
Longboi chapter 8 summary: Crowley wakes up after that drunken shower and has an awkward chat with Brimstone. Fell tells Crowley a secret and gets more than he bargained for, in the best way possible.
Warnings: rated E; probably low M if you use the skip links. Contains one (non-dramatic, dysphoria-free, brief) instance of deadnaming, and a good amount of smut.
Do we warn for lots (and LOTS) of tartery, lousy naughty puns, and a bit of flirting-using-Shakespeare?
No?
No. Thought so. 😏
Excerpt:
“I said I bite my thumb at you,” Fell feinted, voice only a touch weak. “Sir.”
Crowley grinned, showing his teeth. “Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?” he challenged. He angled Angel’s face upwards, towards his own. The hands on his collar had fallen to his chest and spread their fingers there. His skin prickled against the fabric.
Fell swallowed. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, but it was almost completely overshadowed by the… other emotion which had already set up camp there. His glance dropped to Crowley’s lips, then back. His voice had darkened when he replied.
“‘Is the law of our side if I say ay?’”
Read on ao3 ➡️
or read from the beginning ↩️ (~35k words, WIP)
Reveal of the thing I made at @theineffablecon! 🎉
(See this other post for WIPs)
Stop scrolling here if your gran's watching over your shoulder (why is your gran watching over your shoulder? Hi, random user's gran! Would you mind stepping away for a min so your grandkid can check out this watercolour ineffable neck kiss in peace?)
I've been wanting to use the praying-to-Heaven screencap from S1 for nefarious purposes for so long, you have no idea. Sdfgdgfds how am I doing
Read on ao3 ➡️
or read from the beginning ↩️ (~35k words, WIP)
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