okay so first up pls bear in mind how tired i am and also sorry i’m like half whispering but my sister is asleep in the other room & she’s a really light sleeper and i’m worried if i wake her up she might kill me so…. anyway pls enjoy my terrible voice, thank you & goodnight (ps thanks @aliciavspinnet for involving me in this <3 i only did it bc yours made me so happy i wanted to try it out too)
So I sketched one little Zeb because hey, tiny lasats are the cutest, and @kromitar was like WHAT IF Zeb and Kallus were the same age (Garazeb is older than Kallus in canon). Little cadets (of Republic Intelligence) had a field trip to Lasan and there Kallus meets this rascal of a lasat. Apparently I lost all control of myself and drew picture after picture of smol bby Zeb and Kallus playing, hugging and being silly together. Here’s three of those pictures, sketches and colours by me, lines by @kromitar!
A birthday gift to Roxi! Happy Birthday to my dam book godmother. LMAO I will never forget the first time you messaged me was because I drew Leo Valdez and Nico di Angelo BLESS THE GODS I DREW THEM or else we wouldn’t even be friends. So here’s my your Mako-chan after rescuing a cute lil bunny who seems to develop a sort of crush on this big adorable human fireman.
Kidfic prompt: after coming go Winterfell Theon sees snow for the first time :)
HI ANON I KNOW YOU ASKED FOR THIS AGES AGO but I’m back on prompt filling so here we go sorry for how late it is <3
When Theon sees Winterfell for the first time, it’s cold and the ground is hard and covered in dried leaves. It’s nothing he hadn’t expected: he had been warned, and he knows the North wouldn’t be warm. He’s not that kind of idiot. Still, he hadn’t expected it to look so… unwelcoming, he figures. It’s not just because Lord Stark has been as cold as the northern biting wind since they were introduced, or because the castle looms huge on the horizon as they ride towards it, but in between the wind, the equally cold looks that everyone in his party is sparing him when they have looks to spare and the general atmosphere, it’s hard to conjure optimism. Never mind that he had seen pictures on books portraying the North during its fall and it wasn’t this. In those picture, the leaves covering the grounds were red and orange and yellow and they had some life in them still, and they covered the ground like some kind of soft blanket. All the leaves he sees now are dried up and dark and dead, and he thinks that maybe it’s because -
Because winter is coming, and isn’t that laughable. He shudders. He always felt cold in Pyke, and now he’s most probably going to feel even colder.
Theon thinks, how am I even going to survive years here, and has no answer to give himself.