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Ineffable Event 2019 ( @ineffable-event ) ✝ In the Beginning
An introduction… a new name… an invitation to dinner… a partnership… a realization… a show of trust… a deal… a safe harbor… the beginning of the rest of our lives.
The Blitz scene from Good Omens - in comic form
Voice of God: Demons are not "morning people". Even coffee is sometimes not enough to rouse a demon from their state of rest. "Booping their snoot" however does appear to have that waking capability. (Adam Young discovered this fact by booping the snoot of his beloved hell hound and passed the information on to Aziraphale.)
Tilth.
Might fuck around and write a stupid little crackfic about immortal Jaskier who is immortal because he can just Do That
Scenes will include:
A very touching and profound introspection on how all good things come to an end, that ends with Jaskier categorically rejecting the concept of The End, because writing a narratively cohesive end is just so much fucking effort
Jaskier being stabbed and dramatically bleeding out in Geralt’s arms, and Geralt getting over himself to say, in stilted words, that Jaskier made life more interesting, because he can’t bear for Jaskier to die believing he was a nuisance all his life - only for Jaskier to jump out of his arms a minute later, fully healed, and say “ugh, that’s never pleasant, wish I could heal without being on the brink of death, but you can’t take it back! You said you cared and you’re stuck with it now!”
Geralt being like “hey what the FUCK, are you like an elf or something? Am I high?” and Jaskier saying “haha nah watch this” and immediately running himself through AGAIN with Geralt’s silver sword, and coming back to life fully healed two minutes later to Geralt screaming at him, followed by Geralt refusing to talk to him for a month
Jaskier begging Geralt to straight up yeet him into the mouth of a selkiemore with a silver dagger in hand, because Jaskier would be fine and Geralt wouldn’t have to lose another set of leathers to selkiemore guts, and come on Geralt, it would be raw as hell, think of the songs he could write!
Geralt getting fed up with Jaskier’s Barding(TM) and threatening to kill Jaskier himself if he doesn’t shut up, and the townspeople are like “oh my god we are about to witness a Murder in this tavern tonight” but Jaskier just says “haha do it you pussy, you fucking won’t” and Geralt DOESN’T and that’s how Jaskier develops a reputation for being scarier than a Witcher
“But all things end. Fights end. Stories end. Your songs end. The ending is what gives the doing meaning. How can you simply refuse to end?” “As if I’d let a scribe as fickle and nonsensical as fate write my ending for me. Of course there’s an ending to my tale. But I’ll write it when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before.” And as far as Jaskier is concerned, that’s all there is to it.
deleted scene from 1x06 bc I say so
What do you mean deleted scene? This is what I watched.
Preorder! Books will ship in late March and I’ll just be ordering enough for preorders!
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
Down is about the fall and contains some violence and minimal blood
(Happy ending of course!)
The Omens of Egypt Book includes:
The Omens of Egypt 8.25x8.25, 320 page, full color comic book
The Book Bundle includes:
The Omens of Egypt 8.25x8.25, 320 page, full color comic book
Down 8.25x8.25, 38 page, full color comic book
The Omens of Egypt Bundle includes:
The Omens of Egypt 8.25x8.25, 320 page, full color comic book
Down 8.25x8.25, 38 page, full color comic book
Three 4"x6" prints
One Omens of Egypt Charm
Quantities are very limited so snag one from the link in my bio while they’re there! PDFs will be available as well, I’ll put up a link to those after the dust has settled from these preorders.
I expect books to ship out toward the end of March!
And here’a the biggest downside: these books are heavy as hell. They weigh almost three pounds so international shipping is very high. I fully expect the comments on this post to entirely be about the shipping but there’s honestly nothing I can do 😔 I’m so sorry! Again PDFs will be available in March if you’d like one!
Thank you so much!
jaskier has known geralt for so long that he can read him like a book. he’s memorized every shift in his posture, knows what it means when he flexes his fingers or taps his foot on the floor or his mouth twitches almost imperceptibly
and over the years, he’s become very familiar with interpreting geralt’s emotive hmm’s, down to every inflection and lilt in his tone, even though nobody else knows what on earth is going on
someone asks geralt for a favor at an obscure bar
geralt, emotionless: hmm
jaskier, not even bothering to look up from his food: he said no
a drunk rando: look, the butcher of blaviken!
geralt: hmm
jaskier, taking a sip of his drink: i suggest you run
ciri: geralt, can you help me with this?
geralt, in another room: hmm
jaskier, in yet another room: he’ll be right there!
jaskier, strumming a new tune on his lute: how does this sound?
geralt: hmm
jaskier: yeah, i like it too
in the middle of an argument
jaskier: are you even listening?
geralt: hmm
jaskier: oh - you - how dare - don’t even start -
sometimes they have entire conversations where it’s just jaskier rambling, pausing briefly so geralt can go hmm, before he goes right? that’s exactly what i thought, and everyone else around them is completely baffled because how the hell does he understand him?
it gets to the point where people immediately look to jaskier to translate when geralt is being particularly unresponsive
(bonus)
jaskier: what are we gonna do once we get back to the inn?
geralt: hmm
jaskier, letting out a scandalized gasp: geralt, save it for the bedroom!
the thing about immortality, you see, is that it is such a very long time to be on your own.
sure, the first few centuries slide by, and sometimes you blink and it’s the next millennium and you’re left wondering where does the time go, and you get drunk and ponder the passage of time for an indeterminate amount of time and by the time you’re sober again the humans have come up with more ways to get drunk. but it doesn’t matter how much time you waste, really, because there is always going to be more of it. always. forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and…
you get drunk a few more times. the evers keep coming.
the thing about earth is that it’s neither of heaven nor of hell. not in any beautiful, poetic, pulitzer-prize metaphorical sense; earth is just very literally not either place, and being stationed here makes it much harder to relate to those who aren’t also here. long-distance coworkers are very difficult to get along with. so you’re here, forever, and there’s no one who gets it.
well. there’s one.
there shouldn’t be. there’s not supposed to be any common ground between you, but you’re on earth, and what’s more common ground than that? and so it happens that a demon and an angel strike up a conversation. and then another. and another, because you will keep running into the only other face who’s remaining constant, in this mortal plane. the colleagues are so far off and he is here; and neither of you will say it but he knows what it’s like. to be here, to be alone, to be just a little bit lonely.
the thing about humans is that they die. when your life expectancy is an infinity sign with a bit of fine print, befriending a human is like watching a time-lapse of a sunset. a plant shriveling overnight. you can try (and you will, a few times, out of sheer desperation, a visceral longing for someone) and you can put it off as long as possible, but there’s no getting around it. you’re left with empty hands and an aching heart and another memory you will never live long enough to lose (but it would be worse to forget, wouldn’t it, and to know that you would?), and the certainty that there is no one else.
(except one.)
the only constant, the only one who would be able to keep up, and he is absolutely off-limits. another of the universe’s fun little jokes. but if the universe has a sense of humor, perhaps it also has a sense of drama: you do it anyway. you talk to him. you smile at him. you laugh with him.
(you love him. oh, how you love him. there aren’t enough evers to say how much.)
the thing about fear is that sometimes it is an extension of love. you want him safe so much more than you want him to be yours. you want him – you have wanted him for so long, so long, and the wonder of it is that you can want him for eons and he will still be there, he will last through the ages – but more: you want him whole, and safe, and happy. even if he cannot be these things and yours. you are used to sacrificing what you want. you haven’t gotten anything you wanted in a long, long time (so many lifetimes of desperate neediness, so many times hearing no, and sometimes the voice is your own).
hold back. don’t let him get into any real trouble. (you can handle it; it’s him you’re worried about, always him and never yourself.) you have all the time in the world, after all; you can wait. you tell yourself you can wait. you do not ask yourself what you are waiting for.
the thing about armageddon is that it’s an expiration date on your infinity sign. there is, abruptly, a specificity to your slice of eternity. you do not have forever. your chance at happily ever after is disappearing with the rest of the evers. your coworkers are calling for war, for an end to life as you know it, and one of you might end and then the other will be alone: truly, properly alone for the first time. you are not capable of it.
you are also not capable of stopping it. it’s all rather a mess, but what did you expect? the world’s coming to an end. everything’s gone wrong, and it only gets worse, and you’re on your own again. when were you last alone? he’s gone. he won’t be back.
but he is. when the disaster is averted, when the clouds part, he is still here. he is with you. the only constant. the fabric of reality has been stretched to its tearing point a dozen times in the past week but he was there as he always is. as he always will be. there is no time limit, there is no deadline.
there is an unbroken string of evers leading out into eternity and a hand in yours.
the thing about immortality, you see, is that it provides such a lot of time to spend making up for missed opportunities.
Oh my god. This is one of the most amazing things I have ever read. Ever.
Done for the Good Omens Holiday Swap 2019. I was lucky enough to be chosen to create for the awesome @holycatsandrabbits (go read her fic omg). These were done for the requested prompts: Crowley awake while holding a sleeping Aziraphale and Aziraphale & Crowley with halos and wings. Yes I did two, I am weak.
Omg finished okay going to bed now goodnight. Click through to see bigger.
It is one night bodyguarding your very best friend in the whole wide world. How hard could it be? I’m not your friend. Oh. Oh, really? Oh, you usually just let strangers rub chamomile onto your lovely bottom?
Geralt of Rivia and Jaskier in The Witcher: Season 1 (2019)
Some of my drawings based on Tim Burton movies ,all of these are from 2019
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BBCs Dracula billboard is 1000 IQ advertising
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Too bad there wasn't as much effort put into the writing of the show as there was into this advertisement.
Jim Butcher's Writing Be Like
Hi, I'm Harry Dresden. I'm a wizard. I look like a scarecrow on meth but every woman I encounter is super hot and wants me bad. My best friend, my boss, the local reporter, the visiting warlock even the female vampires. They can't keep their hands off me. Also, I'm attacked every 15 seconds but I have big protectors and I always win the fights because I am a wizard and I blow stuff up. 🙄 Every good looking woman must be sexualized.
This makes me hella angry because if it wasn't for the crap like that that Butcher throws into his Dresden series, he would easily be my favorite author. His writing is mostly phenomenal, and his ability to create these series-long plot points that tie together multiple books later is something I love so much. And then out of nowhere, I'm blind sided by the sexualization of almost every female character in the series (except the ~plain~ ones).
What's even worse is that his other series, the Codex Alera, doesn't really do this! He's fully capable of not writing misogynistic things, and I get that yeah, okay, Dresden is a bit obsessed with women, but good god, man. Not everything comes down to boobs and fire. I feel like there was some much needed character growth back several books ago that, for whatever reason, never made it into the books.
Commissioned comic for @yamikakyuu based on a scene from Fleabag. *Eyebrow waggle*
One more GOmens commission on the burner. Woot woot. Then I can work on animating!!
“And there was only one bed” trope Hawaii Five-0 style