Made This After I Was In A Reading Slump And Read Lots And Lots Good Omens Fanfics.

Just borrowed ipad, working on a new thing and waiting for a new episode.

I miss drawing. Hopefully I’m back.

paint me like one of your studio ghibli background sceneries

Well, this DTIYS was a kind of journey for me.

When I saw @breeyn piece at first I thouht ‘I reaaaally like that, I do, but I can’t do all these flowers, I don’t draw backgrounds, nope.’ Next day I opened new canvas and started drawing. And it was the best decision ever, I enjoyed it very much, experimented and learned a lot and now I am pretty proud of myself (and yesss, sometimes it was bit a stressful for me if I may be honest to you :D), still not sure if I did a good measurements of flowers, but I found and tried amazing brushes instead!

So, here I am, me and my fully painted landscape with red-belly snake looking into the distance and waiting for a better future (which is coming).

Oh my, I love it! I love love love it! (Of course I’m mainly looking on his ass) but I’m wondering, is he holding flaming sword or blowing hellfire? Because I like both. And I very like his wings look like they’re touched by gold ♡ (it would be great stickers if you are asking)

Crowley 🔥

Ideal time to change wallpaper on my phone! Thank you again <3  Turning off the alarm never seemed more appealing.

Ineffable Wives Exchange Gift for @freyjawriter24 ! Hope you like it! I kinda smashed all the prompts together <3

prompt: hair, stars, safety/protection

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event hosted by @ineffable-wives-central

Aziraphale very nearly twinkled over his pasta as he licked the final remnants of its rich sauce from the tines of his fork. Enraptured by the flick of his pink tongue, Crowley watched helplessly and feigned boredom.

Across the restaurant, a chair scraped against the tiled floor. Crowley reluctantly looked away from Aziraphale's pleased expression as they both turned toward the clatter. The man at the table slipped from his seat to kneel at his date’s feet, ring in hand. His fingers trembled. The gem sparkled. The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. She nodded frantically and shoved her hand in his direction. Yes! Yes. Of course, yes.

The couple laughed, flustered, as the patrons at other tables and a few pedestrians on the street clapped. Aziraphale joined in. Crowley didn’t.

“How lovely!” Aziraphale smiled, radiating a pure joy Crowley had to squint at even behind his sunglasses.

“He spent all his wages on that little bauble, I’d bet. Bit of a waste.”

“Love is never a waste, my dear.”

Of course Crowley privately agreed. Of course he did. He'd already sacrificed more in the name of love. He was never sure how much Aziraphale understood, but with the secretive, knowing glance he was receiving from across the table, Crowley suspected it was a great deal indeed.

Heart pounding, Crowley flagged a waiter for the dessert menu and sent a bottle of bubbles to the newly engaged couple's table. Aziraphale, now with dessert in sight, grinned impossibly wider, warm as sunshine. Crowley basked, snake that he was.

Do you know that feeling when you are working on some new piece and you are having great time and flow and then you stop (for whatever reason) so you go back to drawing another day but you feel like every new line, stroke of brush is BAD and WRONG and suddenly you hate your work, you close the file and fall into depression and repression and everything. When some time pass (for example a month or in my case a year) you can look again on that piece and you say to yourself: oh, wow, it's still good and I like it and I really could finish it now. Then you open it and froze and think: oh no, I forgot what brushes I used, forgot the idea, my style changed and I am a different person with a different taste and I can't do it, what was I thinking and suddenly you hate it and myself and everything

circle of life

I DID IT

Very first time I forgot how to count.

Two great lawyers, former schoolmates, meet after a long separation to argue the case for and against a Tennessee science teacher accused of the crime of teaching Darwin's theory of evolution. But can political enemies still be friends after such a time?

Inherit the wind/Good Omens crossover coming soon in AO3! Collab with amazing @indigovigilance for the @do-it-with-style-events Silver Screen Bang!

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.