
When the moon was fire and blood and the air was pungent and still and we waited for the storm.

When the moon was fire and blood and the air was pungent and still and we waited for the storm.
Shout-out to @themixedwitch, @coffin-bound, and @bruiseviolent for being the best internet friends I’ve ever met I love u guys so much
aaaa you’re too kind!
you’re such a rad person though ❤
“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
— Hélène Cixous from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)

Drawn as we entered Sutekh Season – the long, hot, blazing Summer of ripe figs and wild fires. I had no idea it was going to be so heavy and violent. Perhaps I should have known!


Confidence and Charisma
A little sigil I drew while killing time before an interview. Apparently it helped, because I got the job! 😀