#I just went with the flow

[weirdghostcat]

I just wanted to show one of the comic sketches I made, like, a week ago or so. Just finished the clean lines and "coloring" yesterday.

I was testing how it would look if I went the good old manga-way with black and white pages— Yeah, no, it looks like total shit. I'll definitely use colors in the future (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[curioud-epic]

Accidentally blurted out his thoughts instead of filtering it out. 🙃

[tassodelmiele]

Please don't look too much at the hands, i was in a hurry to draw my princess in gold and lovely smile and i forget how fingers work.

I swear to god, one day i'll give her a proper portait, with details and everything.

I like her so much T_T

[bloodglucose]

pasé la tarde preparando nuestra ofrenda 🤍

mi mamá quería hacer un arco así q salimos a comprar los materiales :3 me dio la libertad creativa para hacerlo

[neztune]

astrid doing hiccups hair while heather is behind astrid doing astrids hair and dagur is behind heather doing her hair…….

Omg I haven’t drawn this many people actually interacting in one drawing in forever…

But it was so fun

[kaogens]

punisher

[itsapipedream]

Welcome welcome to my vey messy aftg fic master post *cheers*

Okay okay okay so this will be all my fav fics and then some, I'll be uploading it from time to time with the new things I read <3

Ah also also I will be put the authors' names from AO3 to have some consistency

Series

I Will Always Choose You series by NikNak22 miscommunication, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort

Travelers series by unrise_and_death uncompleted, AU, kind of soulmates

best thing ever writen I'm still crying about it not being finished...

Lessons in cartography series by profenity post-canon, the best characterization of Andreil I've ever read

Shut Up, This is Love series by lady_flash first long part post-canon, LDR, angst, one shots for the rest of the series

Healing series by Lostintheuniverseslies post-canon, Neil goes to therapy, healing, incredible work probably my fav post canon series

New Tricks series by likearecord AU, rommates Kevin-Alli-Neil

on the tip of my tongue (say something) series by Willow_bird post-canon, recovery, selective mutism, ASL, comfort

The Manny series by orphan_account AU, dad Andrew, past character death

progress comes in small steps series by Ominous multiple POV, kind of post-canon, twinyards shenanigans

Branches of Solace series by Lostintheuniverseslies AU, small town, plant store owner Neil, bookstore owner Andrew, PTSD

SW AU series by Punkin_Carcass explicit, sex worker Andrew, porn with plot

Tales From Foxhole Aquarium series by Fortheloveofexy merman Andrew, human Neil

AUs

Fell for a match made in hell by yourinsomnia reality show, strangers to lovers, this was SO GOOD, they also play exy but Neil never went to plameto

under the kitchen lights (you still look like dynamite) by ephemeralsky neighbors, disabled character

in another life by bazookajo94 Neil writes letters to a "fake" person that ends up being Andrew, no exy

quicksand by likearecord no exy

Firelight by sundowne camp, second chances

If You Love Me, Come Clean by sundowne exchange student, soft, FWB

Why do we feel alone? by Leocante writer Andrew, translator Neil, disabled character

i'll be seeing you (wherever i go) by melopeya, TeoMoy musicians, getting back together

does the dog die at the end? by stillmadaboutpetra disabled character, slice of life, fucking fantastic

The Heat is On by NikNak22 A/B/O, alfa Andrew, omega Neil

Flavors of Fall by NikNak22 small town, slice of life

12 Ways to Woo a Minyard by NikNak22 college, all the romantic tropes

Take This Lonely Heart by simonsrosebud highschool, not mafia but Nathan is still a piece of shit, soft Andreil

Such a Fool for Sacrifice by likearecord Author Neil, bodyguard Andrew, canon torture

Andrew's Kill List by sundowne 5+1, friends to lovers, explicit

The Sun Still Rises by mordax Neil has a little brother, follows canon general plot

Dear Advice Guy by fuzzballsheltiepants paramedic Neil, advice column, manic pixie dream girl Andrew

Point Nemo by moonix one shot, disabled character

Odd Eye by tdashshirts one shot, angst, hurt/comfort

Act Of A Life Time by chaoticas_hell actor Andrew, agorapgobic Neil, flufiest shit ever, ansgt, self harm, lots of comfort

Finders keepers by honeyyghostt childhood friends to lovers, the best thing that ever happened to me

Post-canon / canon compliant

never fallen (from quite this high) by crystalcrow THEE Andrew POV of the OG trilogy

Unbiased and Reliable Results by yourinsomnia explicit, roommates

Kiss My Skin (Burn Me Baby) by Ma_Dude one shot

the right words by rwnjun one shot, 5+1

body count by gay_irl one shot, trading truths

knee socks by tamarsilan one shot, smut

if you really love nothing by seasy33 post-canon, angst, secrets, forgiveness

Feverish Minds by Ficswithcloud Sick Andrew

Call Me By Your Name by Fortheloveofexy petnames, explicit

Baltimore Blues by SpangleBangle Andrew's POV Baltimore

eidetic by hitchups explicit, bottom Andrew

deep down (i'm still just a wreck) by hitchups post-canon, trauma, bottom Andrew

Tell Me Where To Touch You by Fortheloveofexy one shot, comfort, shot Andreil, massage

Paint me a picture of you by Ficswithcloud post-canon, healing an injury, injured Neil

Blooming (Only For You) by NikNak22 post-canon, angst, gardening, miscommunication, Andrew's POV

If Only I Were Enough by Lostintheuniverseslies post-canon, long distance relationship, break up, angst with a happy ending

flashes of intimacy by mostly_maudlin post-canon, introspection, intimacy, comfort

No straighter path than to struggle by otatop post-canon, sick character, sick Neil, PTSD, ansgt

Not Nothing by TheRainbowElectric one shot, 5+1, post-canon

i only need the working of my hands by allyasavedtheday post-canon, temporary amnesia

people problems by loveroulettes one shot, post-canon, LDR, angst, miscommunication, OOC

Deep pressure by Kingfluffkinss one shot, post-canon, slef-harm

Muscle Memory by elesary post-canon, amnesia

lazy, fractured pieces by flitwickslittlebrotha post-canon, explicit, emotional hurt/comfort

Got Me All Choked Up by pistolpidge one shot, explicit

Pretty Boy by Justthislazy 5+1, miscommunication, hurt/comfort

[queeniehostapasta]

Finals are happening rn (and I currently want to tear my hair out) here’s how I uh..personally coped!

And if it’s not too clear here’s the reference, looked pretty gnarly

[dipperscavern]

ugh my most fave account in the whole WORLD can I ask for bathing w Jon??? Doesn’t even have to be smutty (tho I wouldn’t complain) just like spending time with him after a stressful day, maybe a massage, maybe some ogling idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

most fave account in the world… you’re just saying that… [batting my lashes] absolutely u can!! thank u for the ask <3

jon snow x fem!reader, set after the battle of the bastards

jon’s not sure who’s blood he’s covered in anymore. dirt & grime cling to him like moths to a flame, and he’s exhausted — in all senses.

it’s emotional, being back in winterfell. it’s halls echo with the haunted laughter of the ghosts that once roamed them, and jon can almost feel the memories etched onto the bricks under his fingertips. how many feet have walked these halls?

he knows winterfell it’s just a castle, a place that’s been here & will remain here long after he dies. he knows it’s the people that make a place a home — knows the castle doesn’t take sides or have favorites of its inhabitants, but he can’t help the feeling of possession that licks up his spine. a strange sense of family, like the castle itself has been waiting to hold them all in its walls once more.

and, he feels a sense of pride. accomplishment. finally does he have back that which was taken from him and his family when the realm fell apart. he’s been guarding the wall for years, and he vows to guard winterfell with the same ferocity.

he thinks all this while he stands at the window of his old room, watching the banners of flayed men be cut down & replaced with direwolves. bolton’s, cut down. replaced by starks. a hot bath awaits behind him, waiting to wash his sins clean, but he hasn’t so much as looked at it yet. he feels so much, all of it all at once. grief, shock, pain, nostalgia — all which make his head spin.

the adrenaline of battle quickly disappears from his system, making his knees buckle as he leans against the windowsill. little black spots dance in his vision as he tries to regain his balance. rickon chipped a tooth on this sill, he thinks. the memory uncomfortably squeezes at his heart.

as his brain assesses he’s not in danger anymore, various injuries now come to light. the ache of his knuckles, bruised & wet with blood. whether it’s his or ramsays, he can’t be entirely certain. his legs hurt, his arms hurt; the cuts on his face scream as dirt mixes with the open wound. he can feel the plethora of grime in his scalp, and the strain of his hair being pulled back. he should- needs to be back out there, checking on his men, surveying winterfells grounds, helping with the cleanup — but he can’t do that until he gives his body some respite. he needs relief, but where does he even start?

he’s smoothing a hand over his jaw when the door opens, and he turns to see you. you exhale, visibly relaxing at the sight of him as you close the door. your eyes rake up and down his body, seemingly checking for any mortal wounds. he understands, you lost sight of each other as soon as the battle started. well, you lost sight of him as the entirety of the bolton army ran at him full speed.

“Sansa said you’d be here.”

albeit less than him, you’re covered in the aftermath of battle yourself. while relieved to see you, jon doesn’t have the energy to respond, meeting your eyes with a tired look & nodding. you smile at the sight of what he’s leaning against, moving to join him at the sanctuary of his window.

“Rickon chipped a tooth on this sill.”

when he thought of it, it hurt. but when you mention it, it only makes him smile — huffing out a breath of laughter.

“Aye. He did.”

you look out the window for a moment, relishing in seeing the stark banners hang once more, before reaching a hand up to cradle his cheek. you have it angled to not touch any of his cuts, and the small gesture makes him only fall more in love with you, if even possible.

you look at him for a moment, and then move to reach for jon’s gloved hand. he almost pulls back at the thought of sullying your clean hands with his own, caked with blood both metaphorically & physically — but he fails to realize you took lives today too. your hands are just as sullied as his own, but never in his mind will they be equal. either way, you don’t seem to mind, eager to reaffirm the idea that he’s okay by feeling him under your hands.

you begin to slide off his glove, and he winces at the exposure of his bloody knuckles. they’re bruised, skin partially cracked from the force he used to have a conversation with the bolton bastard. your brows pinch, muttering an apology as you toss the glove on the floor & move to take off the other.

he looks at you as you work, and he suddenly feels a surge of emotion. how lucky is he to have someone that understands him so? you know what he needs even when jon himself doesn’t, and he has to resist the urge to interrupt you by pressing a kiss to your temple. he settles on allowing the corners of his lips to quirk up in a small smile.

even in his gratefulness, he can’t help the thought that lingers in the back of his mind. the thought that he should be out there, tending to the wounded or helping in some other way (as if he wasn’t part of the fight to win back winterfell). anything other than remaining warm in the castle halls while there’s still work to be done. he can’t help himself, and eventually voices as much.

“I should be out there.”

“Sansa has it.” you say, not even glancing at him as you begin to fiddle with the buckles of his outer layer.

sansa. he thinks back to the spoiled princess that left winterfell, and now to the politically-savvy ruler that’s been left in her wake. from what he’s seen, she’s become strong, and if you say she has it — she has it. he selfishly relishes in letting someone else take the lead, even if only for a moment.

he feels exhaustion beginning to settle in, taking root deep in his bones. the prospect of you, a bed, and warm furs currently entice him more than any offer of gold or jewelry, but he knows it’ll be long before he can get what he desires. he decides to compromise, settling for the present until time calls for sleep.

once you get his outer layer off, he begins to strip himself bare. he has no care for you seeing him, you’ve both been as naked as your name day before the other countless times — who is he to hide from you now?

as the dirt, sweat, and blood that were trapped underneath his clothing get released, the reprieve is palpable. his skin appreciates its liberation from the suffocating fabric, beginning to assuage its protest.

eventually, he steps in, sinking into the bath & letting the hot water turn his mind off. his eyes flutter shut at the instant soothe it provides, and he’s thankful to have all his uncomfortable clothing off. his injuries sting at first, making him grimace, but they eventually calm down. he’s vaguely aware of you approaching behind him, moving to sit on the stool handmaidens usually use to assist their lord or lady.

your hands come to fuss with his hair, untying the portion of it that’s held back. the tension that snaps free from his head has his brows knitting, a shaky exhale falling from his lips. your hands run through his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp. the ache of it is delicious, and goosebumps litter his body at the feeling.

you look down at jon, a light smile adorning your face at the sight of his relief. watching the bolton army swarm him had your chest tightening, uncomfortably compromising any hope of air entering your lungs. you watched as ramsay paid his debt for his transgressions, as jon lost himself in his anger, and as sansa snapped him out of it. and truthfully, horribly, you’re just glad he’s alright.

you lean forward, resting a hand on the edge of the tub as your head leans against his own, tipped back. your other hand comes over his shoulder, finding purchase on any skin available to you. you’ve done this dance before — almost losing him, and then having to convince yourself he’s okay again. you can only do that by feeling him through your fingertips, greedily soaking up his touch like vultures during winter.

you both don’t need words. you became fluent in the language of your comfortable silence long ago.

you sit there for a moment, relishing in his presence, his touch, being in winterfell again. you look to the window, thinking of all there is to be done, and sigh. you need to get back out there. you press a kiss to his temple, then retract, moving to stand up. the water lightly sloshes around as jon looks at you.

you lightly caress the back of his neck, looking down at him. “I should return. Offer assistance where it’s needed.”

you move to walk off, but jon catches your hand. “You could join me,” he says. “If you like.”

you look to him, your gaze accidentally flickering to his chest. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you look away. you never did have any resolve when it came to jon.

you squeeze his hand, then turn to start undressing. you didn’t even realize how uncomfortable you were until you started shedding your layers, freeing your irritated skin. your head drops down, and you run your hands through your hair. gods. how long had you been fighting?

you don’t notice how jon’s gaze is trapped on you, mapping the expanse of your body. if he’s ever doubted the existence of the gods, your presence reaffirms that belief. you were hand crafted, created with the intention to embody beauty in human form. if you asked of him absolution, jon would pray — kneeling before you as his altar.

you discard your clothes, moving to step in opposite from him. you’re fairly unharmed, other than the few small bruises that litter your body. the hot water enveloping you is everything and more, and you mutter a “Gods..” as you sink in. jon’s gaze hasn’t left you once.

you sigh. “It’s strange. Being back.”

jon only nods, looking out the window, expression becoming distant as he recounts the experiences had in the safety of these walls. hide and seek games that lasted well into the night. sneaking into the kitchens. archery and sword training. nan’s old ghost stories. your shared first kiss.

the last thought has his lips quirking up in a smile, returning his sight to you only to find you already looking at him. he leans forward, arm outstretching for you.

“Come here.”

he reaches for you, and you oblige — letting him turn you around & pull you to his chest. the water sloshes as you both move, getting more comfortable than you’ve been in weeks.

his touch has always been grounding, anchoring you in a way you weren’t made to understand. right now, it’s just you and jon in your own world. no sickness, no death, no cruelty. only serenity, and you think you could stay in this moment forever. still, you know you can’t, and that the aftermath of battle awaits just outside the old wooden door.

but, for now, you both lay against the other — gaze trapped on rickons’ sill as the banner of the wolf flies once more.

[xskyll]

Curious how many people guessed this. I know the answer is at least one! Prev / Next

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[victimized-martyr]

Sorry I never gave a proper update on tumblr——

here’s some brainstorming doodles from Keo and me on the white board and some examples Keo made in my notebook. I won’t forget it, one of my harshest note was “NEVER draw Kenny in 3/4!! Trey hates that!” 🤣 The story leads stressed that Trey is very particular with acting decisions and poses, most of which don’t translate into the animation. It’s for him at the editing stage, to “make his voice sing”. Getting into Trey’s head, funnily enough, requires FEELING. Feeling what he’s going for in terms of delivery, to learn what not to take literally in his script (when trey says “kathleen kennedy is like terminator” it’s not what you initially think it means), what emotion or gesture to put in to elevate a joke, to get the message through. It’s so fascinating!

In short, I didn’t make the cut. I was “too fresh”, and needed more experience with the technical aspect of storyboarding…. but I was complimented by Keo for my intuition, something that can’t be taught. I was over the moon when I was told I got the style of the show, whereas other trainees with 10+ experience couldn’t. Some of them tested but don’t even watch the show!! That’s crazy, but I guess that’s to be expected. My knowledge of the show and deep love for the characters got me this far, but I need to work on my actual story boarding skills (keo said my struggles are in composition and scaling) to stay!! 💪🏼 I’m taking this… as a not yet, not a no. I’m already on their radar, in their database, I’m incredibly lucky I got to make my THIRD connection in the studio, I just need to work on myself until I can arrive. I’m so grateful for all the support from friends family and industry moots to get me this far, it’s only the beginning of the year but I don’t think anything could top what happened to me this March!!!!!

[carnivorousarcher]

you said you wanted AJ drawn bloody and fucked up………be the change you want to see in the world (PLEASE 🙏🏽)

dw seawatt is fine he’ll just drink some regen ❤️

[gingermintpepper]

Why did Apollo favor the trojans in the Illiad?

So, dear Anon, I've been thinking about how to answer this question since I got it a couple days ago and I think I kind of want to make something clear before I get into it.

The Iliad by itself as a poem only covers some of the events that occur in the final year of a long protracted conflict that had been brewing for at least two decades and was an active war for ten. Within the space of the Iliad itself, the motivations and affairs of the major players are often referenced but there are many, many parts of the story that are not there because they belong to a different story cycle that has been since lost or was never recorded with words. In the space of the Iliad Apollo's motivations are questioned a lot - his pride is questioned by Poseidon who thinks Apollo should be just as angry at the Trojans as he considering Apollo was treated equally as poorly by Laomedon while they worked together. His honour is questioned by Hera who chastises him for taking the Trojans' side when he'd proclaimed that Achilles would live a long life and prosper at Thetis and Peleus' wedding. His own sister calls him a coward for refusing to fight when Zeus gives permission for the gods to go wild on the battlefield. For all that there's this image of Apollo in the Iliad as some staunch and unwavering protector of the Trojans, believe it or not, I largely think of Apollo as neutral in the war.

Which, I suppose, comes back to the question - why did Apollo favour the Trojans? The truthful answer is that I don't know. The Iliad and all its connected stories isn't something I've done enough research on to have an answer or a reference to an answer off the top of my head. The reasoning I'm aware of is that Apollo was a Patron God of Troy and really a god doesn't need any reason besides that to protect his people but it's not like Apollo abandoned the Greeks either. Calchas is the biggest example of that I can point to - descended directly from a priest of Apollo and one who attributed his mantic power to the god, Calchas was pivotal in ensuring the Greeks even got to Troy in the first place.

From a personal perspective however, I think Apollo was more dedicated to the house of Priam than he was the city of Troy itself. Apollo's affection for that house and all its members ran deep - from his admiration of Hecuba and Hector to his love and attempted courtship of Cassandra to his blessings given to Helenus, Deiphobos, Cassandra, Troilus and even his partnership with Paris - Apollo loved the house of Priam. When you think about the times Apollo lashes out against the Greeks, it's generally because they've done some nonsense to earn his ire. The plague was caused by Agamemnon disrespecting his priest, his aid in the slaughter of Patroclus was because he didn't respect him, his minor grudge against Diomedes too was because he tried to test Apollo's mettle and well, the less said about Achilles the better. Apart from his obvious favouring of Hector in the skirmishes, Apollo doesn't really oppose the Greeks. He has a ton of reasons to by the time the Iliad rolls around, including avenging the death of two of his sons, but he remains mostly satisfied with conducting his father's business and overseeing the war from a somewhat professional perspective. To me, it's always been less about Apollo caring about the fate of Troy as a city itself and more about him just really wanting to protect the people in the city that he's come to love and respect.

Of course, I encourage you to take my words with a big tablespoon of salt - like I said, I don't really know enough about the facts in particular to give a solid, confident answer but I can give you my interpretation of it. Maybe consult someone like @littlesparklight for a more comprehensive and grounded response 🤔

[dollya-robinprotector]

Admire - Savor - Devour

A.k.a The Swap girls and what they’re doing with the forbidden fruit 🍎 look at them, they’re all Pink!

I drew this a while ago when we talked about our girls and how they should developed in the Swap AU. Many interesting thoughts bubbled and I think my little Dolly, despite not willing to take any bite for now, is contenting to enjoy her Love like this. For now.

Featured Eri of @hakusins and Aphrodite of @just-dol-headshots

[justdrawlynn11]

So I drew this-

Man it’s been a month since I drew and posted for LBS?!?- Gotta fix that-

It’s a snow day and Moon’s about to hit Eclipse HARD with that snowball-

Refrence image provided to me by @lunar-solarsystem:

[pergaminaa]

Y’all im screaming because why did Rowan know Dorian and Manon are mates???

It was in empire of storms while they were all fighting the ilken and Rowan PURPOSELY lowered the barrier around Manon to see what happens and Dorian’s magic just naturally gravitated towards her???? 😭😭😭