30s - Blog Posts
Bringing another old piece of my favourite Bright Young Things while cooking Xmas illustration ~
Misha and Miles gossiping ✨
It was a style experiment and I will post more of old arts of them here now, as they all were made, when I abandoned Tumblr due very low reach and was more active on Instagram and twitter. Even if they won't catch as much attention as fanarts, of course.
Enjoy!
Zdjęcia z prywatnego archiwum Adolfa Dymszy
[źródło: Fototeka]
Eugeniusz Bodo i Nora Ney
[źródło: Narodowe Archiwum Cyfrowe]
Slow Mornings
mornings are slow, even when in Hell
A low purring was the first thing you heard once you woke, that and the shuffling of covers beneath twitching wings and claws. You looked out the window, the red Sun peering through it gently, casting a crimson hue over the hotel room, and over Husker.
He slept with one furry arm draped around your waist, his snout pressed into your shoulder as he breathed in and out softly, in time with his purrs. You smirked at him slightly, bringing an arm up to his head to scratch in between his ears softly, seeing(and feeling) him curl up into your side further whilst his purring increased. Eventually, one of his eyes cracked open gingerly, looking up at you as the morning dawned on him.
"'S Monday, huh?.." He asked groggily, groaning at your silence and pushed his snout further into your shoulder, his ears flattening against his head carefully, just as soft as his arms which came up to hug around your chest drowsily. His wings fluffed up softly, both of them acting as a duvet- a duvet covered in feathers and suits of cards.
"Softy.." You chuckled sleepily, which turned into soft giggles as he growled playfully, if admittedly tired. You could feel his sharp tounge dart out quickly, (literal) kitten licks coming to your collar bone.
Slow mornings were always nice, a gleeful rest from the fast-paced world outside of you both. Through kisses and cuddles, it came slow, even on a Monday.
me and Husker rn
This belongs to @neiveel3llson not you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAH COMON!!!
Reunion, or zosan in their 30s.
When the years apart had done nothing to diminish your yearning. Made it worse actually.
Betty Boop // "A Language All My Own" - 1935 🪭🎎🌸 ⤷Link⤶