Hello everyone HAVE YOU READ THE STARS THAT RISE AT DAWN by my glorious, beautiful, fierce, sweet, brilliant girlfriend @ivanaskye?? If not you can buy it here, see a promo here, read the prologue here, and download a free prequel short story here! It’s part of a trilogy named Šehhinah (a reference to the RL concept of the manifestation of God’s presence, found in rabbinic texts and, more flexibly/plot-relevantly, in the Qu’ran), which refers to the central magic system (Theurgy) and worldbuilding principle of the series, the physical earthly manifestation of a person’s soul – that of God’s, that of angels’ and demons’, and that of regular humans.

Anyway I decided to draw the three main characters: from left to right there is Yenatru, the incredibly shy and even more incredibly gay faildude who is really good at theurgy but too lame to show people; Tamar, who is So Kink for God’s Fire that she asks God to manifest Their soul in her eyes under the principle of Don’t Stare Directly At The Sun (oops), and Elīya, who is too fixated on Being Right about the minutae of ethics to understand anything about herself or how to live and therefore how to theurge….theurgify…..do theurgy? yeah, since in this particular universe, unlike ours, ethics and spirituality have only interacted like, Twice, in the history of the world, lol.

I also drew the other main character, Lucifer, but they wound up being way too Extra to include here. They need their own post lmao.

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We talk a lot as a people on this ole network of fantasies about the women we’d like to step on our face, but so rare is the hero brave enough to step forward and say, “I am a woman and I wish to be the one to do the stepping.” Perhaps I must be my own hero. Sometimes, fellas, I wish to step. Sometimes I see a woman and I saw that I want her to raw me and yet in my heart of hearts? Maybe it is I who wish to do the rawing. It seems like more work but I will take on that labor. Maybe me and my someday wife can take turns stepping and being stepped upon. It’s midnight and I just saw a picture of Elizabeth Debicki and she is six foot three and looks delicate as porcelain. I want to sling her over my shoulder but carefully so she doesn’t drag on the ground as I carry her away. The thesis statement of this post has gotten away from me. Women pretty.