Hi all, am taking Andriel art prompts for the first time in so long because I finished my degree last week !! Woo pardy. Anyway pls drop me a little something and Iâm gonna get back on my bullshit!
I have a fondness for graffiti, the tags that crop up around your street, the names you see over and over. Itâs like hello stranger. I donât know you, but Iâve seen your name on postboxes my whole life. I know you print your own stickers and believe in aliens. Sometimes Iâll be on the other side of town and see a tag thatâs local to my parents house and I think, oh itâs you! Still carving your name into bus shelter glass. I love the sharpie scrawled blabber and the toilet stall drama, the nick is a bitch doodled on a fence post.
When I was a kid someone had spray painted miss piggy on the side of a bridge that we would pass to get to my grandmas house. I loved her, I used to make my parents drive back around so I could see her if I forgot. One day when I was older they sandblasted piggy away and I was pretty sad. She wasnât hurting anyone, she was just the little guardian of the bridge.
I was reminded of miss piggy recently when a new piece appeared on my bus route from college. Scratched in white paint over brick it said âWhy Not?â. Everyday I would get on my bus in the dark and I would travel for an hour and everyday I would think, I canât do this. And then I would see the tag I would feel a little bit less alone, like at least someone is out there and wants me to be brave. And I would, every day, even though it was the most depressed and anxious point my life.
Suddenly cave paintings made sense to me. Living alone in a world where you know there are others, but you donât know where they are or how to find them. And then you see a painting of a bear on a cave wall and think yes. People have touched here.
My point is, even if you sandblast, paint over, fine and erase you canât take away the fact that we are all just humans living together in a mess of colour and language. All throughout our existence too. I think itâs pretty cool.
I made this dodgy sketch when I was coming up with Nicky, Neil and Aaronâs little trio in my criminals au. Thought I was gonna clean it up but then I got carried away with writing so here gjfjfkd I push it into the void.
man ive been watching videos of sheep getting shorn all night. makes me wanna be a sheep, getting man handled by a farmer who loves me, emerging from my cocoon of wool a totally new being. prancing around the barnyard so free, no longer weighed down by winter. i have clinical depressionÂ
kiss because its the end of the world for the fic prompts?
oooh yay i was hoping i would get this one !! thank you anon. also you didn't specify which ship, so I'm going with andreil :]
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When the sky turned a bloody red and the stars began to plummet from the heavens, Andrew turned to where he sat beside Neil on the rooftop and said, when you wanted to watch the stars shoot through the sky, I don't think this is what you meant.
Neil didn't respond. He turned a slow look on Andrew, mouth slightly parted and skin bathed in crimson from the inferno above them, and said nothing.
Andrew should have guessed this was the only way to render Neil Josten speechless.
In a lot of ways, the apocalypse wasn't what Andrew had expected. It seemed like eons ago when he and Renee discussed world wars and water shortages wreaking havoc on civilization, but in all their contingency plans and talk of zombies and nuclear winters, neither of them had guessed it would be anything other than humankind's own dong that would do them in.
Weeks ago, when the weatherman came on the television and wept, Andrew hadn't yet realized that the world was really ending. It wasn't until Aaron showed up unannounced on his doorstep with a bag on his shoulder and his family in tow, that he realized that this was it. Only calamity could make his brother visit him unprompted.
Andrew spent a lot of time with his family during those last days, more than what he would have expected. Nicky and his husband managed to get a flight to South Carolina before they shut the airports down and closed borders, and he stayed in Andrew's guest bedroom while Aaron and his wife and daughters took Neil's old room.
Neil moved into Andrew's room, but neither of them talked about it.
Despite the universe shaking itself apart around them, life carried on. People went to work at their boring office jobs and then drank themselves silly afterwards, tuning into to the news station rather than the sports channels. Wars were fought and love was made. Andrew's feelings for Neil continued to turn like a wheel in his chest.
What else was there to do, except wait for the end?
It was on the roof with Neil and a bottle of whiskey between them when Andrew wondered if maybe he should come clean. He'd just about let the words tumble out of his mouth when Neil pointed to an asteroid streaking across the rust-stained sky, the first of many to come. Do you think this is how the dinosaurs felt? he had said.
Andrew's chest tightened as he gazed at the side of Neil's face, illuminated by the blood-red sun in the sky. No, he said. I don't think this is what they felt at all.
Nicky made them breakfast the next morning. He wore a pink chef's apron and cracked eggs in a sizzling pan. Eggs and toast, that's what they were having. That's all that was left. Andrew's family gathered around his tiny kitchen table and ate this last sacrament together. Nicky told jokes that surprisingly didn't fall flat, and Neil pushed his knee up against Andrew's under the table. He said nothing, but he caught Andrew's eye and smiled.
Andrew wondered if he should feel this happy when he and everyone he had ever loved would be dead in just a few hours.
After breakfast, Andrew and Neil climbed onto their roof to watch the lightshow. Fuck it, Andrew thought. He and everyone he loved would be dead in just a few hours. So he took Neil's hand and said, I love you.
Neil didn't let go of his hand, and when he pulled him closer, Neil was the first to lean in and press his lips against Andrew's.
Andrew's lungs burned, but he didn't think it was the smoke-filled air that was choking him, or the burning ozone and brimstone stinging his nose. The world was a dull roar around them, but all of Andrew's senses were overloaded with Neil. He combed his fingers through Neil's hair, soft and ablaze in the dying light, and leaned back. Neil's eyes were the only bit of blue in the entire world, and Andrew was content to die with this being the last thing he saw.
He didn't say that he wished he had more time, and he didn't say he regretted not telling Neil sooner. Wishes and regrets didn't matter anymore. All the mattered was that the sky above them was streaked with fire and blood and the sun reminded Andrew more of the middle of a ripe peach than death itself, and that Neil's hand was folded in Andrew's own.
Neil turned his face to the heavens, chin titled up as it crumpled around them. The sky was awash in red and orange and black as the stars burnt the atmosphere and cascaded around them. In his last moments, Andrew would have thought they looked like falling angels, though he never had believed in such things. The end of the world shouldn't be so beautiful, and yet.
Andrew leaned into Neil, pushing his shoulder against his, and watched the lights blink out one by one.
Hey yâall!! Go check out my new fic if you have time! Working on the fourth and fifth chapter right now and theyâre my favourites out of the story so far. Def recommend if you like the idea of Andrew being trapped in an office job.
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