“What if we simply didn’t meet? If I was dead before you were born? Or what if at the same time you were living your whole life in China and I had never left Europe?

Our eyes never crossed. Our hands never touched. We never exchanged a word. We never made each other laugh nor cry. We never made sweet love nor woke up with our bodies tightly intertwined. We. Never. Existed. And we could, we really could become everything, true everything to each other. If we had just met.

So, why do you suffer so much when someone you love goes away? At least, you had your chance. Be grateful for it. You shared a moment, one night or a whole year, doesn’t matter. You. Were. Something. And it’s true what they say, everything we love we will leave behind.

But, what about all those friends & lovers we never met nor will ever meet? For them, I cry sometimes.” —Ines Kotarac ‪#‎LateNightThoughts‬

watercolor by Kyungduk Kim

Technology really is magic. I know that’s said a lot but like I’m sitting here looking at one of those chargers that you put your phone on top to wirelessly charge. And today is the first time I’ve really looked at it and gone “truly how the fuck does this work”

Maybe we stress about fantasy worldbuilding too much. We’re like “oh we gotta know the rules of the magic system,” no you don’t. I don’t know the rules of our magic system. If Aragorn, son of Arathorn got hit by a truck that orcs and goblins were driving flintstone style, and he transmigrated into my living room, I would not be able to explain any of the technology around me. I have no idea how I’m making this post. Imagine the first caveman who was like “oh shit the wheel” and I’m nodding along with that cave man. I understand how the wheel can roll. This next sentence was supposed to be about how I can sort of grasp how landline telephones work, but then I thought about it and no I don’t. I am surrounded everyday by mystical forces.

Anyway I have to use this particular charger because this miracle machine’s charging port is fuckin broken again

Don’t even get me started on pharmaceuticals. They are potions and concoctions. I googled “how does Tylenol work” and it turns out the answer is “hmmmm we don’t actually know, but it works” and then I go “cool!” and take two of them

Ballpoint pens.

No, for real. For most of human history we did shit like pressing a stylus into clay, and then we got papyrus (or paper itself, in China) and ink, but you had to write with a sharpened reed or feather or brush that ran out of ink so regularly that ALL OF CHINESE CALLIGRAPHY is designed around how to write your characters so you don’t run out of ink in an ugly spot, and even when we got fountain pens the ink was relatively thin and took so long to dry you literally had to purchase separate paper called “blotting paper,” the entire purpose of which was to remove excess ink so you didn’t have to wait eight million years for your ink to dry. And in addition, inkwell pens and fountain pens can be MESSY AS FUCK. A tipped-over inkwell is goodbye to everything on your desk, whatever you were working on, and possibly your clothes. Yes, all these forms of writing have their place, but holy hell are they a production and a half.

…and then like 130 years ago this dude figured out how to make a pen with ink sticky enough to not leak regularly but fluid enough to flow out of the pen, write on stuff that wasn’t paper, not require an inkwell or blotting paper, AND YOU CAN CARRY THIS MARVEL IN YOUR POCKET.

Ballpoint motherfucking magic pens.

Nyx having this epiphany in a trench one night trying to wait things out...

N: Ball point pens.

Libs: what?

N: I don't want to die before understanding how a ball point pen actually works...

Libs: we are getting shot at! There are tucking daemons right over this lip, and you're going through a damn mid-life crisis right now!?!?

Shared some old zine work with patrons!

Ajit Shetty is the dancer…in case you need a lot more.

With Aziraphale being in Heaven without Crowley and any books or cake, he will have a lot of time to go through the last conversation with Crowley over and over and over again.

And I wonder if he will hear himself telling him to be his second in command and cringe at the suggestion.

If he will stand in the middle of a white room with nothing in it and in complete silence and think Lord, Crowley would hate this.

If he will touch his lips and then remember how he “forgave” him for it and wince.

If he will look at the Angels nodding to everything Metatron says while he thinks ‘wait… no’ and he will automatically turn to his left because that’s where Crowley would normally be, expecting him to stand there already making a face at Metatron - but Crowley won’t be there.

If he will remember saying “you’re the bad guys” and hide his face in his hands in embarrassment for throwing him in the same bag with other demons, as he’s ironically surrounded by pristine Angels who are planning the end of the World.

If he will sit there and suddenly everything will feel so heavy on his shoulders because Crowley, his rock, isn’t there to help him carry it.

When he cut the ties with Heaven, he began reporting his good deeds to Crowley. Crowley was the boss, the Heaven Aziraphale never had. Aziraphale could lean on Crowley and count on him to help him. Aziraphale was so happy whenever Crowley listened to his suggestions, asked if he needs help, builded up his confidence, told him he won’t leave him on his own. Aziraphale’s face was always so appreciative of it. He could not stop looking at Crowley with love and adoration.

But now Crowley is gone. And Aziraphale has a lot of time to think about everything he said to him.

.dew eeht I gnir siht htiW Painted for the final chapter of Train in Vain, the Lynchian punk FFXV AU I've been working on with friends (@mathclasswarfare and @happy-orc) for ages! And just in time for Hallowe'en! >:D Pencil and watercolour on hot press paper

I was in a charity raffle and the person who git my slot asked for their WoL to be drawn. It was a lot of fun!

Last image for 2023. I really enjoyed that one brush that makes all the lil light balls hehehe My WoL P'tchakah casting some White Magic. I took some liberties with the gear cause I feel it needs more red.

Thank you for sticking with me through my poor mental health spell. This new Ardyn charm design will be coming with me to Kupocon Pom Central, if you’re able to make it. 🖤

yes you can!!!

don't forget to leave milk and cup noodles out for him 🎅

So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

Note: This is ideally done in the revision phase, since the number one rule of the rough draft phase is to get the story onto the page no matter what shortcuts you have to take to do it.