So Many Tiny Fluffs

20K SKETCH GIVEAWAY !

So in celebration of hitting 20,000 followers this week (vague panic) I’ve decided to do a little giveaway for all of you lovely people who put up with me on your dashboards.  I will be giving away 10 traditional sketch requests for 10 of my followers, randomly selected from those who like or reblog this post!  I will ship anywhere! Each piece will be a hand drawn work of the winner’s chosen subject, and shipped straight to them. CONDITIONS: 

You may reblog and/or like to enter, if you do both, your name will be entered twice.

You must be following me (this is to thank my followers, so duh).

You must have your ask box open! I will be contacting winners via ask, if your ask box is closed, I’ll choose another winner.

If you don’t respond within 24 hours, I will choose another winner.

Entries close on 5:00pm AEDT on Friday the 20th of February 2015, I will be contacting winners on the 21st. 

GOOD LUCK !

I feel a special kinship with people who use the same color notebook for a class as me.

I just started Song of Achilles and it is already slowly killing me. 

secret lipstick

[images: four selfies of Auden in neat makeup with a wave of short blue hair and thick-framed glasses. two photos show a smirk and display of glittery magenta lipstick. the other two show a dark blue face mask with polar bear faces. they look mischievous.]

So I have this fun thing where I can't see out of my left eye so in gym class I got hit in the face with a basketball because I couldn't see it coming. Bent my glasses up pretty badly and gave me this nice bruise-cut-combo. Oh well. Isn't the first time and it won't be the last.

As a huge thank you to all of you who have supported the comic from the very start up to now and bore with the delays and dramas, let’s have a giveaway!

1st place: a FREE commission of any size (see here) as well as any product from my Society6/Redbubble, including shipping.

2nd place: an A5 sketchbook filled with art of the apollocomic gang and also character bios/sneak peeks of upcoming pages.

3rd place: same as 2nd place but in an A6 sketchbook, with storyboards of past and upcoming panels.

- Giveaway will end September 30th, winners will be messaged privately (people can get weirdly jealous and send rude messages so i’d rather leave it as your choice). All postage costs will be covered by me as this is when my student loan comes in, and also because I’m so thankful for all the donations you guys gave for the Gofundme - I’d be in serious trouble with my rent and whole financial situation without you guys and this is the only way i can think to repay your generosity! The Gofundme has ended, but there is a donation link in the sidebar at all times, and anything (even a dollar) is SO appreciated - art doesn’t do much for the bank account, sadly.

- Reblogs count as an extra entry, but aren’t necessary as likes are completely fine :) (If you left your url during the gofundme you get entered three times! also any donations from now until the end of the giveaway will also count as extra entries.) (also, must be following apollocomic!)

THANK YOU SO MUCH and good luck!

achilles & patroclus commissioned by scarlett–west

>> commissions are always open <<

constantlykatelyn

Pigeon + afro = Pigeafro ! 

La vie pourrait être tellement mieux avec cette espèce là xD !

If they existed ;U;, watch it with salsa or tango, it’s great xD

One of my favorite bit characters in Les mis is the poor random porter of Gillenormand who has to deal with Jean Valjean and Javert showing up at night with a mostly-dead Marius. He’s just so confused! He hasn’t read the first 1000 pages of Les Miserables so he has no context for Jean Valjean and Javert. He spends the entire conversation being utterly baffled.

POV: you’re just trying to sleep when you hear loud knocking at the door. Outside are two weird old men. One is a bizarre cop who seems to be operating on autopilot— he keeps mechanically saying incorrect nonsense like “here is Gilleormand’s dead’s son” even though Gillenormand has no son and the man they’re carrying isn’t dead. The other old man is some horrible-looking buff weirdo covered in sewage. They clearly have a History but you don’t know what it is.

They try to drag you into their relationship drama. One says Marius is dead, the other says nothing but exhaustedly shakes his head in disagreement in a way that makes him seem very Done with all of this. You are even more confused. You do not want to be part of this drama.

Javert addressed the porter in a tone befitting the government, and the presence of the porter of a factious person.

“Some person whose name is Gillenormand?”

“Here. What do you want with him?”

“His son is brought back.”

“His son?” said the porter stupidly.

“He is dead.”

Jean Valjean, who, soiled and tattered, stood behind Javert, and whom the porter was surveying with some horror, made a sign to him with his head that this was not so.

The porter did not appear to understand either Javert’s words or Jean Valjean’s sign.

Then you try to ask for clarification. The cop just repeats that the not-dead Marius is actually dead, vaguely says he got himself killed at the barricades—and then he very helpfully states that when people die there are funerals, as if he’s just stating a random fact he knows about death. This clarifies nothing. You finally just walk away and make it someone else’s problem. Good for you.

Javert continued:

“He went to the barricade, and here he is.”

“To the barricade?” ejaculated the porter.

“He has got himself killed. Go waken his father.”

The porter did not stir.

“Go along with you!” repeated Javert.

And he added:

“There will be a funeral here to-morrow.”

For Javert, the usual incidents of the public highway were categorically classed, which is the beginning of foresight and surveillance, and each contingency had its own compartment; all possible facts were arranged in drawers, as it were, whence they emerged on occasion, in variable quantities; in the street, uproar, revolt, carnival, and funeral.

The porter contented himself with waking Basque. Basque woke Nicolette; Nicolette roused great-aunt Gillenormand.

And then the two of them leave, and youre left with all the confusion of someone who’s been plunged into the middle of Jean Valjean and Javert’s weirdness without any of the context of Victor Hugo’s hit 1862 novel Les miserables:

The porter watched them take their departure as he had watched their arrival, in terrified somnolence.