I reread All for the Game again and wow, the brainrot is still strong. I can't stop thinking about this mouthy asshole. I want to draw specific moments from the series, but for this study I just had fun playing around with the many faces of Neil Josten!
Heeeeey soooooo I’ve been seeing people put up their work for the @giveyourbacktome-zine in full now that it’s been out what? at least a month???!
So here’s my contribution. <3
And here’s a link with more info including where you can buy the PDF!
“GYBTM is a charity art zine for the All for the game book series by Nora Sakavic (@korakos), comprised of illustrations of comics of scenes from the books, on over 170 pages by 52 artists (artists list). The zine will be available for download until August 31st 2017.All benefits will be donated to the Albert Kennedy trust, a UK charity that supports LGBT teens who are homeless or live in a hostile environment. “
My other AFTG Fanart
My Check Please! Fanart
coming home
from work
I just want to keep
driving
I’m bored…
bored of myself
I’m afraid I want
nothing to do
with me anymore
I
was
once…
long ago
thrilled to the bone
to be with me
I
would drive home very fast
sometimes breaking the
law of the highway
just to be with me
and
at
work
it was what kept me going
knowing that soon
I
would
be alone
it kept
me whistling
while I
worked
but now
now
I got the 45 year
itch
I want to cheat on myself
I want to be in
bed
with someone other than me
the nails on my
fingers!
the fleshy nose on my face!
my crazy dancing!
the
grinding of the key
in the
door
divorce!
I divorce myself!
no lawyer needed
I’ll be fair
with myself
trust me
I will
I’ll keep the
stereo,
books - the record albums -
the vacuum – sketch pads
and crazy eyed owl coffee mug
I’ll be fine
I will
just
enough alimony
to get the important
things:
The worst part of losing your eyesight is being unable to look at the moon as you once did.
The sun you feel warm up your hands on a good day. The wind you feel caressing your cheeks on the top of a hill with the grass stuck to your feet.
Cold, rain, snow, heat. The boiling water you hear. A late-night shower you enjoy.
Is it night?
Does it matter?
All you have to do is put your soul out on your hand.
But the moon you admire.
You watch as if it was the most precious silent thing in life. You don’t know it’s there until you see the light, look up and stare, mesmerized at how it watches over you without expecting anything back.
It doesn’t pity you. It doesn’t care about your problems or desires. It just exists.
Without meaning to, that makes you feel less lonely.
You would have to be outside at the mercy of nature to notice the difference between a soothing moonless night and a glorious full moon with nothing but your hopeful skin.
And I would gladly freeze to death if it’s to feel the moonlight in my face one last time.