Latest Posts by twirlingflurry - Page 7

hc that neil knows how to braid hair bc of life on the run w his mom, but robin never learned (being kidnapped and all). so neil offers to braid her hair for her one day, when he notices her sloppy low ponytails and frustration. and eventually it becomes routine for her to find him before practices and games and they bond during their mini hairdressing sessions

andrew frequently wakes up in the middle of the night and tenses at the feeling of skin against his own, but he instantly relaxes when he feels the ridges and bumps of neil’s scars and callouses, completely at odds with the slick, groping hands of his foster siblings. the remnants of neil’s trauma help andrew cope with his own

Dude no shit, he literally says “fuck you, cripple” and books it out of the room before Kevin can beat his ass. And in the first book too, like oh damn you guys don’t even know about his “attitude problem” yet

I’m surprised this quote is in the third book considering, you know ... everything

in aftg, words often go “in one ear and out the other” when neil’s listening to others, but never with andrew. he clings to andrews words, absorbs them, hoards them like the upperclassmen hoard neil’s breadcrumb truths. he listens and he cares, he read between the lines and fills in the blanks, and that’s exactly what andrew needs

they’re even wearing each other’s hoodies🥺😭

andreil cuddling with King Fluffkins and Sir Fat Cat McCatterson 🐱

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andrew never liked snow days, because staying home meant he couldn’t escape the house that day. they didn’t happen often, ofc, w him being in cali, but that didn’t make them any less dreaded

when he wakes up one day and sees snow out of his window at palmetto, andrew tenses. classes and practice are cancelled, because it’s south carolina and snow cancels everything. andrew stays in bed that day, back against the wall, body tense, eyes alert

neil doesn’t mind. he makes some hot chocolate for andrew and places it within his reach without getting too close. he grabs warm clothes for andrew to change into, and when the offer goes ignored, neil grabs blankets from the living room and tosses them to andrew, who stares at neil for a moment before bundling them around his slightly shivering body

neil offers andrew memories. watching movies with his mom in front of the fire. snowmen and steaming showers when the cold soaked into his bones. thick socks and long scarves. warm mittens and chai tea with a cinnamon stick, his favourite winter treat growing up

andrew listens. the tension in his body slowly eases throughout the day, but his back never leaves the wall and his eyes remain wary. he doesn’t tell neil why he hates the snow, and neil doesn’t ask for that truth. neil just stays in the room, watching games with headphones or doing homework or taking a nap

andrew doesn’t say anything. it doesn’t bother neil

the next day is the weekend, and most of the snow has melted. when neil enters the dorm kitchen in the morning, andrew is already there

and waiting for neil on the counter is a mug of hot chai tea with a cinnamon stick

foxes + waterfight = someone will probably get hurt

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andrew joins neil for runs occasionally and denies that it’s bc he cares for him (kind of like how cats are “coincidentally” in the same room as you 90% of the time) and neil chooses the routes that he knows andrew will like best, the ones with viewpoints where it seems like you’re on top of the world bc heights are always a sure fire way to ensure andrew feels something, even if that something is fear

and neil feigns confusion when andrew accuses him of slowing his pace down for him, but while andrew thinks that neil’s trying to coddle him, neil just wants to spend more time doing something he loves with the man he loves and seeing the way andrew’s eyes dart around as if to soak up the world and ingrain it all in his memory when he thinks neil isn’t looking, more interest than he normally shows while playing exy

they talk and neil laughs and they get home sweaty and tired to take lazy hot showers together. neil has always and will always love running, but his favourite morning runs are those precious occasions when andrew joins him and it’s just the two of them against the world. andrew will never admit it, but those just might be his favourite mornings too

matt and neil’s relationship is so sweet and i just KNOW that as soon as he figured out that neil loved fruit, matt made sure that their dorm was always stocked with so. much. fruit. (especially oranges bc yknow, foxes) and i can see him discreetly placing snacks on the corner of the desk as neil does his hw (aka doodles fox paws on papers mindlessly) just to see the way that neil pauses his doodling and gingerly eats the fruit like its the most precious thing in the world

“My Things”, Part 2 of this project complete! If the last one was an action heavy climax from Neil’s perspective, this is the cool down from Riko’s perspective. And what could cool down something better than Andrew and Neil’s icy stare?

My gosh, trying to capture Andrew’s ‘bored’ stare-down is like capturing lightning in a bottle. Neil’s shit eating grin, I can’t decide, is either trailing from his baiting Riko, or his exhilaration at Andrew’s definitive intervention. (probably both)

This was such a fun project - and a great exercise in anatomy and lighting. By popular request, this pair of artworks is available in my print shop that will perpetually donation portions of proceeds to The Trevor Project! (link posted in bio ❤️ )

damn😍🤤

Andrew commission

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andrew after a nightmare and unable to stand touch, but he still needs neil. so neil stares at the ceiling and talks. not about exy, not small talk. he says what’s on his mind, he tells stories from his past (good and bad), he just fills the silence. and eventually, andrew reaches over and places two fingers on neil’s neck and focuses on his pulse. focuses on the life that this man radiates, this man that chooses him every day and stays with him and respects his boundaries and talks into the dark on andrew’s bad nights because he knows that andrew needs to be rooted in the present but he can’t grab his neck the way andrew grabs his, so the liar tells truths for free.