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the look of love, the rush of blood

p.s. i post it again because it got not so many likes the first time :(

the apple looks pretty cool

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this is how i imagine Andrew on meds

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BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FRRRR

AND we also get the iconic "his eyes look like gold at sunlight" line ONLY AFTER THEY KISSED... before that Neil didn't describe Andrew that much either

I feel like the only one who got a proper full description in the books from Neil's perspective was Andrew. I have no clue what Coach Wymack looks like but I know the exact layout of his apartment and every other room/house/building Neil has ever been in.

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for @httphimbo again, because his fic is golden(*´ω`*)

i was struggling with hands a lot, and i still don't know whether it was a good idea to add the red tape +the editing... anyways here are the andreil phones

i'd kill for the new chapter of "Put Me Back in It (didia) " 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

p. s. also i'm really sorry for using wrong pronouns at first, i saw it only now( it is fixed now

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Neil looks at the seat that used to be Kevin’s, and then his own with a frown.

“It’s not going to bite you.” 

“You might.” 

A few rows over, Dan snickers, her smile pressed against Matt’s shoulder to muffle her amusement. Neil hadn’t meant it as a jibe, it had just been something to say, but whilst the others assume aggression, Neil watches the flicker of Andrew’s expression do a curious, considering thing. The glance he levels Neil with is examining and slow, moving over his body like is is plotting a path too bite. Neil coughs, single thing made just to clear the odd dryness of his throat and sits in the empty row quickly, like motion will dissuade whatever this encroaching intrigue is on both their parts. It's best if he ignores it, their match today is important and Neil doesn't want any distractions.

Andrew fucks that by leaning forward, draping his crossed arms over the back of Neil’s seat so that when he speaks it is solely between the two of them. Neil watches him through his peripheral. “Are you worried about me biting, Abram?" His voice is a low murmuring thing, all breath and heat that hit the side of Neil's throat. He shivers beneath it.

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the words are taken from the fic "Put Me Back In It (Darling, I'd Do It Again) by @httphimbo , chapter 5.

This chapter is one of my most favourite because of this scene. Idk i was just screaming when i saw those words. Beautiful, thrilling, gorgeous. Also love the fact that Andrew calls Neil "Abram", not " Josten". It's a small detail, but it matters.

i needed to put this image here. I couldn't imagine Neil's emotions in this situation (he also doesn't express them that much), that's why he's just sitting and being pretty :D

anyways, dear author, thank you for making this masterpiece! ♡

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the sketch was way better, shading also sucks

anyways :D

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"when life gives you lemons, draw them"

the quote is not mine, but the illustration is)

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ʕ •́؈•̀)

Neil follows him, still too rattled by the idea of the phone to feel any relief. Kevin, this time, tags along, falling into step beside Neil. He is close enough that occasionally their arms brush, and Neil only realises it is an attempt at comforting him when he turns to look at Kevin and Kevin looks away. 

“I’m fine.” Neil says preemptively. 

Kevin shrugs. “ I’m fine too.”

“Neither of you are fine.” Andrew calls over his shoulder.

It startles Kevin so bad that he trips over his own foot and Neil catches him by the elbow as he stumbles. They both stare at Andrew, wide eyed and bewildered.

“Since when do you speak French?” Kevin asks.

“I don’t, but the two of you aren’t subtle and you always talk about the same three things. I know Exy, fine, and bitching” There’s a note in Andrew’s voice that Neil is beginning to identify as somewhere between smug and amused. It’s the Andrew equivalent of being petty, an enjoyment of catching other people off guard. 

Neil can feel that fondness bursting in his chest.

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The words are taken from the fic "Put Me Back In It (Darling, I'd Do It Again) " by @httphimbo, chapter 7.

Gorgeous, gorgeous fic that makes me feel. There were lots of scenes that i wanted to draw, but i decided to choose this one, it's just so wholesome and funny(i love Kevin × Neil friendship here, they are made for this). I'm tired of making "serious" art pieces, i'm just not that kind of person. However i'm not good at drawing funny faces either, so :D

Sad again because Neil doesn't look like Neil here (FHDHDGHDHFHFHDHDHHFHFHF GOD WHY CAN'T I MAKE HIM LOOK FINE😭 HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S TWO SECONDS FROM DEATH HERE IN A BAD WAY) But ig i pictured Kevin pretty well :)

also laughed hard when i drew THIS. BUT NEIL DOESN'T LOOK LIKE NEIL AGAINNN(((

anyways, hope you liked the post! ♡(and i hope that someone reads them too)

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As i promised to one person, here comes Neil falling from stairs!! :)

Definitely not my best work. His face is still the hardest for me to draw, it always comes out too childish or not "Neilish" enough. However i absolutely adore the decision to make him smile. Like he is falling from stairs and will soon die, BUT ANDREW REMEMBERS EVERYTHING. Time to smile)

The pose was also difficult (and you need to understand my struggle, just look at the references that pinterest gave me. thanks bro,it helped a lot..)

the illustration is inspired by: gorgeous fic "Neil Josten versus November 12th" (chapter 12,the last scene), the song " September" (do u rememba? :O)

hope you liked it! ♡

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I wanna stay here, Drew.

Neil’s hand twitched in an aborted reach forward, fingers curling around the ghost of Andrew’s shoulder, pulling back into himself before their landing. Andrew thought of orbiting planets and a collision leaving them both in shattered heaps of debris. Thought of scar-craters and unexplored valleys of skin and the effort of navigating the starfield of Neil’s eyes and heart and soul. Blue and bruised and battered.

Andrew would fly it blind if he had to. Was flying it blind.

Would he know a collison from a crash landing? Would he know the destroyed valleys of what he used to know if he flew through them? Or was it all new land now? Cracked and shattered and marred. He had names and truths and a map that was outdated, a frosted windshield and an engine running on nothing but fumes.

Outside the reach of gravity, how far could he get before they both ran out of air?

“Yes, Abram,” Andrew allowed.

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these beautiful words are taken from the fic "I no longer feel things (I know i should) " by Major_816, chapter 5.

basically that's the fic that got me into the fandom (i didn't like the original that much, sorry). it describes andreil's relationship in a very unique and accurate way, also makes you cry a lot. i just love it. thank you, dear Major_816!

art inspired by: the fic itself ofc, the podcast about space, song "The Beach" by The Neighbourhood

hope you liked it!

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exactly.

this is a book series that will have you rocking back and forth and ripping your hair out and bashing your skull into a wall but then you have to look someone directly in the eyes and say yeah it’s about a fake sport with fake drugs and also the yakuza is involved

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there is one fic on ao3 called "Neil Josten versus November 12th". yeah:) the thing is that it has inspired me so much that i couldn't do anything but draw something related to it.

i absolutely hate the statue, because it took me at least 8 tries to show it the way i see it, and im still not satisfied(( +the face of Neil. the sketch was stunning, you better believe me, thought the result is... ok ig(((

anyways, i hope the author and other readers like me will like it. love everyone💗 (no one will see it, im sure:) )

the songs i listened to while painting: Again and again - definetely the hymn of this fic (by the bird and the bee) , Indigo (by Sam Barber ft. Avery Anna).