#andrucy

Belated and unfinished Rosh Hashanah holiday art combined with one of my fave ships :3c

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23755063/chapters/57072388

At 3.7k words, this is the longest chapter of the fic to date.

An unlikely-to-be-finished fanart for @birdsaretoddlers 's Star Fox fic What Happened After Venom; a comic-style cover for the first chapter.

panstal: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

i love these two a lot!!! i'll go back and forth between being fixated on them and not, but either way when i see good content of them i love!!!

andrucy: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

i like these two! they're a neat rarepair, though i never would have considered them until you mentioned it and then lun posted her fic. i honestly wouldn't draw or write for them unless it's requested or i do it as a gift, but i'm more than happy to!!!

woleon: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

i'll always love these two. even when i did nothing but crappy pencil sketches in my sketchbook and took horrible photos with my phone, i was drawing these two. i wuv them....

amanda/slippy (slipmanda?): ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

they're cute and deserve more content!!!!!! amanda gets ignored probably the most out of any sf character ik of, or at least, one of the most ignored and it's bc she's from command, which!!! hello??? what abt slippy getting a super tall gf and him drinking respect women juice by the gallon????? isn't great????

Lucy hadn’t seen Andrew in some time, she’d been called back to Australia for two weeks during the school year, her parents had decided to get back together and mark the momentous occasion with a second wedding. That, of course, was all fine and dandy, but she’d found herself getting used to how it was back in her own country, only to be cruelly dragged away and shipped back to Scotland. Back to the cold, rain, snow and mundane world of school.  It wasn’t all back though, she’d actually found herself missing some of the people she’d met back at Hogwarts, Thomas, Frank and a particular teacher, too. The fact that she’d missed Daniels jarred her a little bit, but she tried her best to pay little attention to it.

She’d been back two days, unpacked everything on Friday, slept all day Saturday and only now, on Sunday, had she managed to drag herself out of bed and down to the halls to get herself some breakfast. Her eyes moved over the various people sitting around, people she knew but hadn’t yet said hello to, but two steaming mugs of coffee later and she was feeling much better about being back, and stood herself up, marching from the hall. On a mission.

Up some stairs, along a few corridors, and then she found herself outside Professor Daniels’ office, and she hesitated. She looked positively glowing as she stood there under the dull light of a usual Scottish morning, her skin had tanned and her hair lightened just that little bit from the sun—and she wasn’t in her robes, which always helped. A second later, as always, she knocked, announced herself and just went in, not waiting for an invitation. She knew, after all, that if he was fucking anybody he’d have learned his lesson about locking the door this time.

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, looking at the man so typically sat at his desk,