#fan apprentice art

This artist keeps making dreams come true by bringing our ships to life. I’m in complete awe by this com from @traviq featuring Asra and my apprentice Kipling. Their connection is captured so authentically, I just... I ran out of words. I’m in love. The end. 😭

I only made this tumblr a few weeks ago but I want to let each and every single one of you know, I appreciate all your works! Writing, art, doodles, head canons, I can’t get enough! I always want to hear about your OCs and read your writing so keep it up!

And thank you for all the interaction on my own works, it means so much to me!

I’ve been thinking about @aaliyah-draws pre-plague Valerie a lot, and I bet she was the cutest first thing in the morning with her short haired, messy bed head and sleepy face.

Lucio and Lyra. Two dead people.

- Why do you even bother? Is my fair nurse not going to smear it with kisses anyway? I want kisses. - I’d rather your face be presentable enough for me to want to kiss it that hard, your highness~ *is actually crying but gathers herself to tease back*

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SICK OLD FUCK? Lyra totally had no idea until it was too late for her too. 

So when she got the plague from him, she locked herself with him, in his wing. What did they do when they were together in his wing? Well... different things. 

Playing games of words and riddles, chess, and card games, and he pouted whenever she won but she still didn't play along. Playing truth or dare, and he always chose dare while she chose 50/50 so he knew more about her than she about him. Bickering, because sometimes he was absolutely insufferable and prickly. Laughing, because sometimes he was hilariously funny and cute. Eating pastries sitting right in the bed, and he never bothered to swipe crumbs, so she always had to do it. Fucking, because ever since the sickness his sexual appetite became almost painfully insatiable. And believe me they tried a lot of things, you just ask. Cuddling in silence, because sometimes he didn't have strength for more. Reading books, well, she read aloud while petting his hair, and he was laying head on her thigh, listening and making comments. Crying over some sad stuff because his mood often changed between playful, irritable, horny, and maudlin. Doing his makeup when he was in the right mood, or tried to delude himself that he's still young and beautiful, or just on a whim. Singing, and when he didn't try to raise his voice, his tone was although deaf but actually quite nice, mostly he remembered songs that his tribe sang by the fireplace. Sleeping. Dying.

Of course, I had to draw Ela in a wedding dress after everything ~ its a really rough sketch but gives the idea I think... Also now I can write her favourite flower etc ~ 💐

Favourite food: lentil soup

Favourite drink: turkish coffee (idk what it'd be called there but yeah...)