#im on a sw art roll right now

[ahhrenata]

not impressed.

[malacandrax]

oh my GOD the latest sw au comic is incredible holy shit, this au is so so dear to my heart for many reasons, both personal and artistic/writing appreciation, i am SO invested and you are doing SUCH a great job, i love your art style and i also love your writing and your use of astarions scars as a tattoo, and its such a good idea having the tattoo get infected!!!! as someone in the replies said, you went exactly as hard as is needed for this topic, youre doing a wonderful job and its amazing to see and to read, thank you for posting your work!!!!

also poor astarion omg, dudes goin THROUGH it but im glad halsins got him now! hopefully now he gets a good ol hospital trip, a soft comfortable and safe place to rest, a bunch of iv antibiotics and painkillers, and halsin is by his side the whole time he recovers... and hopefully that tattoo comes back round to destroy cazador, its gotta be able to be traced back to the bastard right!?

i especially love the last pannel though, ive always loved how you draw people holding and cradling each other, its beautiful and so realistic to how bodies are shaped and how bodies interact when in contact, and its totally perfect for all the emotions in the comic!!!!

this is a huge ramble haha no need to respond if youd rather not of course, but had to get the appreciation out!!

this seriously rocks, i love the sw au its so well done and i always ADORE seeing updates!!!! love your art and i hope you have a wonderful day/night :D

Ah I may cry thank you very much! Yes, I promise only good things from now on :').

Honestly I don't know about revenge on cazador! In game he Needs Astarion for the ritual so tracks him down...but in this situation he doesn't need him, he used threats to keep him under control but I don't think he would go to another city to search. I also think it's more realistic, traffickers lose their grip on people who actually get out, and find new people who are easier to control. Its also like...I made it easier than it often would be, because I didn't want to write drugs into an AU, but often that's a big factor in being trapped- dealer+employer+protector all rolled into one grim bundle.

ANYWAY thank you for the lovely words <3

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I adore that little headshake thing dean does when he's spitting out something angry, "he was an obsessed bastard" and "what's dead should stay dead" like a dog, bite and rip and tear it up

66 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 15:48:56 GMT

#4

first-time-in-a-long-time hits so well with samdean. i love the idea of them fooling around s1-2 era, to then be too busy with dying and not dying and saving the world to bring that bag-of-worms back into play. late bunker era s14~ when they’re more comfortable with themselves and their lives and the damnation of it is less relevant, slipping back in with each other and remembering how it was and how they’ve changed... peak

69 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 09:31:37 GMT

#3

im never not thinking about mystery spot unrequited wincest

75 notes • Posted 2021-07-17 03:08:10 GMT

#2

"They think we're in love" for wincest please

At a beachside resort in Florida there are disembodied knives dancing around the kitchen, second degree burns from boiling soups tipped over hands nowhere near handles and hypothermic staff found in the walk-in after hours. 

They trudge in with grubby duffels over their shoulders and stand out amongst brightly coloured beach-goers with mini-wheeled suitcases. When the concierge says you must be here for the couples retreat Sam says yes and Dean says no.

Sam is taller and louder and generally more domineering when he wants to be, so Dean covers his response with a cough and plans a vicious assault on his brother for when no one will be able to hear him cry for help. The woman at the desk is giving Dean flighty little looks and Sam is smiling bright like he’s won something. 

Dean steps back, wholly unequipped to deal with whatever is going on here, flips through the magazines next to the complimentary cucumber and watermelon sparkling water and pretends he can’t hear her jovially listing off the weekend’s planned activities. Dean readjusts his bag and thumbs through Men’s Health in attempt to quash whatever disastrous impression he’s giving off to make her assume he and Sam are fucking.

Which they are. 

But that’s not the point.

Sam had kissed him three months ago like he’d had the terminal desire to for a lifetime. Short and fast and crushing and Dean hadn’t pried for the how-longs because it didn’t matter when a week later his hands were down Sam’s pants and Sam was burying his face into Dean’s jugular making unholy little noises into his skin. 

Sam didn’t need to go parade it around. He prays his brother is checking them in under different surnames.

Sam returns to him with their room key. He looks like he’s about to slide an arm over Dean’s shoulders for show but thinks better of it when Dean raises his metaphorical hackles and threatens to bite. Sam spreads his hands in surrender, the key dangling from his fingers, Dean reads the number and heads towards the elevator with Sam on his heels. 

He jabs the number five and then the close-door button repeatedly so Sam has to Lara Croft his huge body between the gap to make it in time. It makes Dean laugh and dislodges some of his anger.

The ride up is awkward and Dean clicks his tongue, rolls back and forth on his heels, thinks about what could have been. “If I wasn’t so pissed we could have been making out right now, just so you know.” 

Sam actually looks pained. “Cruel, Dean.” 

The bell chimes and the doors open onto a wide carpeted hallway. Their door is at the end because of course it is. 

The room is stupid. Grossly lavish. It’s so obviously a couple’s suite; there are pink rose petals scattered on the bed and an ensuite separated by a wall with built in shutters.

On the pros side, the television is half the size of the wall and they’ve got an awesome view of the long strip of beach through the floor to ceiling window. There’s also a mirror above the bed which Dean can’t think about right now, he’s trying to be angry.

“Cool, you’ll have a nice dying view for when I murder you,” Dean says gesturing towards the window while trying to push down the urge to fall face first onto the hundred thread count bedsheets.

“I didn’t expect it to be this fancy,” Sam says, snooping around in the bar fridge. “And it’s not like I planned it either. It’s just less suspicious this way.”

“They think we’re in love.” Dean says, unable to look directly at the heart-shaped complimentary soaps.

Sam laughs like it’s the funniest joke he’s ever heard. Fucking lunacy; Sam stands and says, “I am in love with you, Dean.” 

He flounders. 

It’s not something that should stump him this bad. Of course Sam loves him, he’s told him that before - since he was old enough to get his mouth to sound out the words. With his actions, more recently, the saving-his-life kind and the sucking-his-dick kind. 

It is in desperate need of redefining, the word love. The way he feels for his brother is too big to fit within its four letters. It isn’t conventional romantic love and it isn’t brotherly love. There is no word for this. Love feels too trivial. 

Dean walks over to his brother, jabs a finger hard to his sternum. “You better start thinking about how you plan to make it up to me then, because I sure as shit ain’t doing the couples beachside yoga and massage.” 

Sam grabs his finger so he can’t get away, leans in to kiss him once. “They have a twenty-four-hour all you can eat buffet.” 

And all is forgiven.

89 notes • Posted 2021-10-04 09:38:02 GMT

#1

117 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 06:02:54 GMT

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