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made a shitty drawing of N from @therantingsage’s fic Finders Keepers
sketch below cut
anyway thanks for the most no brainer thing I’ve done in a while I have had the worst art block for the longest time but your fic’s little doodles made me wanna draw and all I ever draw is canines so this was super simple to bang out maybe spent twenty minutes on it
forgive my shitty sketchy lines and crap coloring job I didn’t feel like putting in more effort
who knew working full time would kill my energy to draw like goddamn
Fanart for "Destiny, Delayed" by @eclipsedrawsthings!!! Go read it if it's up your alley. Read it right now.
I've been reading The Right to Care by travelingneuritis on AO3 And I was inspired by this scene in it where WWX notices that LWJ has a tattoo of a sketch he drew. It is beautifully written. And I'm a little late uploading, but this is day one of my draw every day for October.
The desire to art for Banshee In A Well (by @liverobinreaction / @bugbeee ) has manifested!!
TW: blood, suicide, death
They'll let him go, a small part of him whispers, sad and grieving and forever five years old, waiting for someone to realise he wasn't there anymore. He pushes it down, drowns it just like he drowned all those years ago, and ignores the memories of chlorine burning the back of his throat.
Because his deaths don't matter. They don't.
They don't.
He doesn't matter, bubbles up softly in his head, gentle and quiet and unnoticed like a drowning child.
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The way this fic has me in a chokehold. PLEASE READ BANSHEE IN A WELL BY LIVEROBINREACTION!!!
I’m back. With more art for Banshee in a Well!!!!!
(on ao3 by @liverobinreaction / @bugbeee)
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Firstly, my favourite dynamic in the fic was Tim & Cass
Best siblings ever, the last chapter gave me so much healing. She really was there for Tim and comforted him.
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Arms wrap around him, warm and familiar, a head of black hair tucking into his neck as he freezes. Cassandra has always been the strongest of them all, and he can feel it in the way she’s gripping him like he’ll disappear any moment now, body trembling and face wet from where it’s pressed against his skin.
Carefully, Tim brings his arms up to hold Cass back. She’s always cried loudly, almost out of spite for the silence beaten into her as a child. But right now, she weeps without a sound. He swallows, his own eyes burning as he buries his face into her collarbone, fingers twisting into the sweater he recognises as his own.
Neither of them says a word for a while. They just hold onto one another and try to breathe.
“I am not leaving. Not again. Not anymore.”
“Cass,” he says, voice dangerously close to cracking, but she just squeezes his wrists gently.
“It is not okay,” she whispers brokenly, but with a kindness he hates and loves in equal measure, “and that is alright.”
“Cry, stupid,” she says, voice trembling.
And Tim-
Tim breathes.
And he finally breaks.
He collapses forward into his sister, chest heaving with sobs that practically tear their way out of his throat, and it hurts more than any death he’s died before. Cass is crying with him, loud and open, but she doesn’t stop holding him, she doesn’t let him go for a second.
(God I eat up all these quotes from the fic. THE AUTHOR IS AMAZING I LOVE THEIR WRITING SO MUCH) *proceeds to ugly cry during every reread*
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