Daily OpusEverything I write is freely rebloggable. Just keep the source and tell people about my books :D [Until I decide otherwise, my pronouns are Ze/Hir/Hirself. As in "Ze went to the shops to get hir medication hirself". Thank you for the respect.]
Behold! A thing of beauty on a desk of messiness.
Slated to arrive August 2nd, I am over the moon to get it today!
Now all I have to do is finish my work so I can read it :D
I pre-ordered before I found out about all of Amazon’s bullshit. Please don’t hate me. OTOH I am so glad my copy is on its way. I get it in early August if I’m lucky.
And I can watch it crawl all the way from the US to Queensland, Australia over the following firkin WEEKS it takes to do so.
Ah, postal systems. Run by tortoises. All of them.
So Angus’ fancy lad gear could have just as easily been a silk or velvet dress, braies [imagine that knickerbockers and pantaloons had a baby] and vividly dyed hose. [source] With lace, because lace was conspicuous consumption.
If you headcannon that Ango is Jewish, then he would be in dresses until his Bar Mitvah, when he officially becomes a man.
…so kindly stop drawing Ango in Victorian-era lad gear.
If there is one thing more annoying than a morning person, it is a morning person who is at peak sunniness in the pre-dawn hours. Four in the morning becomes four in the fucking morning with extra singing.
To his credit, Barry knew that his fellow shipmates liked to lie in, especially the most wonderful woman in the multiverse - Lup. His main squeeze. His snuggle-buddy. His absolute light of his life and his reason to continue despite the better part of a century’s worth of death, revivification, disappointment, and just… watching worlds die, year after year after year.
Therefore he at least tried to keep his volume down in the wee small hours. Tried being the operative word. There are some feelings that just cannot be contained and the joy of love is one among them. Another is abject terror, which he will be experiencing shortly.
overly complex set-up as a reason to draw Kravitz styling his danger son’s hair P: (Ango’s hair is sectioned out with clips in the last panel, in case it’s hard to tell)
Bonus: a horrifying realization
Angus is like 8, he still thinks you’re supposed to wash your hair every single day and that bar soap and shampoo are basically the same thing, right?
“Ah, well this isn’t the same as your friends but I do believe that I’m going to revise my offer.”
Taako looked around when the scene changed again, showing the inside
of Angus’s mansion. The boy himself was there, hugging two people. She
might have been frail, but Taako still felt like June had punched him in
the sternum. This was when Angus had to say good-bye to his parents.
This was the last time he would see them alive.
“This is my offer to you – you can save Angus McDonald’s parents. You can give him his family back.”
