Blue diamond! I really like her.
happy fresh friday @gorockets !! god I was so excited to draw your boys from this is not fiction! I still remember them from way back when and seeing how much they’ve changed since makes my heart swoon <333
thank you @arlir for inviting me ;-;)/
Appointment in Samarra
A merchant of
Baghdad was sipping tea in his garden when his servant ran up to him,
breathless and trembling.
“Master,” he cried. “I have just
seen Death in your garden. She pointed at me with such a ghastly
stare that I knew she had come for me.”
“So you have seen
Death,” the merchant replied, “as each man must. I
understand your alarm.”
“I must leave Baghdad and go far away
from Death. I have a brother in Samarra. I will go there tonight,
Master, and escape my fate.”
“Then take my swiftest horse, and
go with my blessing.”
As the hoofbeats of the fleeing servant
faded in his ears, the merchant, curious, walked through his gardens
to confront Death.
“My servant has done no harm. Why do you disturb him with your ghastly stare?”
Death smiled. “I did not mean to.
I was merely surprised to see him in Baghdad when I have an
appointment with him this evening, at his brother’s house in
Samarra.”old illustration from last year
published in Cricket magazine
The monk is the same as a corpse lying at home. People see him, they kiss him, and bustle about him, but he does not sense any of this–for him the world does not exist.
But a schemamonk is like a corpse that is already in the grave, who has broken all connections with the world, even the most purely outward ones…
Archimamdrite Seraphim Zvezdinsky
Inspiration Haven 