#michriel

And by that I mean provided me with such massive flood of inspiration that I learnt the blessing curse of coffee - because staying up to draw and cry over headcanons and the most gorgeous fics ever definitely doesn’t mix with an early rising to go to work/school. 

So I did the 2015 summary too!

Now I’ll turn into a sap, because I’d also love to thank you guys for it: @fluffygodsquad, @mariaghost, @dsha2127, @illusionofwill, @ratpenatu, @stonermicha, @disizletzi and @claranovak for sharing fics and headcanons and reading all the screeching and sobbing I leave in the tags under their work.

The entire #dominion tag for accepting me and encouraging the greatest art spurt I’ve had in years. 

Special thanks to @suntosirius and @drinkbloodlikewine who somehow still make up with me tagging them into almost all of my art posts since August, but they and their fics totally deserve any and all the attention, because they are just gorgeous and gave me enough inspiration material for the next year single-handedly. Not to mention how they converted me to a new life-ruining OTP (not just one, but hush, I’m still in denial).

Bottom line is: Thank you, everyone for liking, reblogging, encouraging my art work! It means an awful lot to me, I hope to keep this, and all the wings up next year too! <3

One and only coloured from these sketches for @suntosirius and @drinkbloodlikewine‘s fic Of Brushes and Swords. 

“Because brothers don’t let each other wander in the dark alone.” – Jolene Perry

My tempest in a bottle.

One for @daisy4days‘s fantastic fic Anew

 I’m an attrociously careless reader 

I learnt the hard way that Michael and Gabriel actually did have matching armours for the Flood. Why am I surprised that I fell in love with Gabriel’s as well then?

“M cold.”

“Do you want me to set a city on fire for you to warm at its smouldering ruins?”

“You can’t be mean to me. I’m sick.”

“That’s a good lesson. An archangel should dress more decently.”

“I hate you so much.”

"I know that there is fairness in reciprocity," he says, setting the end of the brush against his lips, tapping it there. "And that I need grooming as much as you. Will that please you, wild thing? You can do the same to me."

Michael’s frown tugs a little lower. He pushes off his hands and sits forward, legs curled beneath him, regarding his twin and the mess of hair around him. Regarding the brush in his hand, instead of a blade.

“I like your hair,” Michael says. “Just as it is.”

Of Brushes and Swords by @suntosirius and @drinkbloodlikewine Because fluff is good for stress.

I missed you.

I need you.

I have you.

Stay.