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TW: minor stylized the depiction of blood, Death, Hermitshipping???
Death 2.0
Fanart of a Fic? Don't mind if i do! (This is for "Nobody Feels Like You" by lovesickprince on ao3 because the last 2 chapters broke me. It is rly good tho) Tried drawing a bit angstier? Sadder? make it really feel empty and desolate. There were other people around evidently but they really didn't matter.
Some fanart for the amazing fic series, Precious Metals, by @astrum-ululatum featuring a deaf original Percival Graves trying to recover from his captivity under Grindelwald, a very concerned Newt Scamander and the goodest girl of all, Daphne the service occamy. I highly recommend reading, but do heed the tags, since this series does deal with some sensitive themes.
Today’s studying procrastination took the form of What the Darkness Does by @fencecollapsed and oh my word, its so cute. I've just jumped headfirst into this fandom apparently. Anyway, here's my lil doodle take on The Boi. A lot more animalistic than he’s described in the fic but that’s how I imagined him.
Some more of @fencecollapsed‘s Shadow!Paul, inspired by recent chapters.
Fanart (sort of???) for @ficexperiments's brilliant but absolutely brutal L&O: SVU fic. Inspired by the scene in the snow. iykyk. If you decide to read it, reader discretion strongly advised. It's a little more blurred than i intended but Procreate crashed and saved while I was experimenting with the blur rather stupidly using the layer I'd just painted directly on, so reverting to a less blurred save would have undone a lot of painting. Maybe others have the strength but not I. I still think it gets the mood across so I'm content.
@paynomindtotheinsanity "dib fucking wre-ecks that bitch"
Trie-ed to make-e this chaotic
My fic now has fanart drawn by the lovely @kikker-oma! Please enjoy and appreciate her skill. 😊
(And please read my fic, haha!)
Fan Joy July - Day 19
Time Loop by @miladyh made me laugh SO much haha
Even though it's a sick fic (Time really does have a unfortunate time) the humor of Time being so so loopy really gave me the giggles🥰
Give this a read!
I’ve seen a lot of fanarts of fanworks on here recently and I think that we need more of those personally. So, I was inspired to draw this, based on one of my favorite Shadamy fics “sealed with a myth” by @killingthecringe. This is definitely not a bribe for any upcoming event or anything 👀
(fr tho it really isn't, I sketched this out way before the shadamyzine applications were open. Hope you like it Ari! Keep on truckin’!)
Hello
So I’ve been binging a bunch of DPxDC crossover fics cause they’re hella fun. And I wanted to make some fanart for a handful of the fics I’ve been reading just to show how vastly different Danny gets portrayed. It’s really fun!! I love when ppl make Danny get Jack’s tall ass gene’s, but it’s also funny to see him as a scrawny lil guy. He’s a pretty moldable character
Anywho, it’s just been fun, so here’s some fanart. Thanks to the authors for writing them 🙏
Fics in order of art:
Like Beta Fish Do by @clockwayswrites
Ghost in the Morgue by @the-witchhunter
Secretary Danny by DeathlySilent13
If You Give a Bat a Burger by @noir-renard
If you give any of these a read, just make sure you mind the tags/ratings
My glob. If someone did fanart for my smut series, I would ascend. I’m so jealous of people who can write and draw. Just primo talents.
Alas, I’m only gifted with the ability to write Fennec/Hunter/Reader/Tech foursomes.
•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
Ahhhh! So glad you're finally posting these, haha.
Everyone go check out @mote-of-star-dust's art - she has illustrated so many truly great scenes from so many wonderful TLoU fanfics! I am very fortunate and lucky that she chose to draw Benny & Joel, and it brings me so much joy every time I look at it (it may or may not be my phone lock screen).
♥️
#4 - Benny and Joel!
This one is based off a scene in Go Your Own Way by Nandorluna - this novel length adventure-love story is beautiful and moving and I love everything about Nandorluna's character Benny.
Waiting for Ellie cost them both precious minutes, pushing them behind schedule for the day's tasks. They set off for the stables together, Joel's rifle slung comfortably across his back, his spare now entrusted to Benny as a temporary loan, sparing her a dash back to her own house to arm herself. The first rays of the sun were just cresting the distant mountain ridges as their boots crunched across the gravel, casting a blush of warmth on their faces, a cool breeze, invigorating rather than biting, ruffling their hair. A small smile tugged at Joel's lips as he watched Benny pause in front of the butcher shop. There, defiant among the gravel and wooden steps, bloomed two tiny yellow flowers. With a quick bend she plucked them both, tucking one behind her ear and holding the other out to him. “Stick it in your beard,” she offered, and he wasn’t entirely sure if she was joking. He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. Still, his fingers lingered on the flower, small and delicate in his hand, and when she wasn't looking he placed it carefully in the pocket of his denim overshirt.
Such a simple but memorable moment. I just adore this whole story and I'm excited to jump into Part 2!
Find & follow the author @chronicallyonlinewriter
<3 <3
Oh my god. 😭 This is so lovely, and extremely unexpected, I barely know what to say?! She looks so happy, and I adore that this was the moment you decided to capture.
Thank you! ♥️♥️♥️
“– something exciting about the afternoon where Ellie left a little earlier than usual, sunlight still spearing through the tall living room windows while Lindsey Buckingham crooned through the stereo speakers and Benny twirled through the motes of dust lazily, a glass of wine in one hand, her hair glittering in the light. She and Ellie had gone to the beach earlier in the day when he’d been occupied with fixing the balcony door, and she’d donned another donated dress for the occasion; a cascade of white with splashes of emerald leaves and blossoms, the skirt loose and flowing, and when she danced, a bittersweet thought struck Joel: that this was probably the closest he would ever get to seeing her in anything that even remotely resembled a wedding gown.”
-As Long As You Love Me by chronicallyonlinewriter
Some OCs simply just reign superior, and I couldn’t get this moment with Benny’s new dress out of my head. I wanted to add her new Stevie shawl but I got overwhelmed by fabric lol
Anyways go read this masterpiece ❤️
art I did for a fic I like
I should do art for my fave fics more often lol
(the fic is "Casey. Casey that's called a Crime" by Cuddly_Art_Mage on Ao3 [idk how to link stuff])
Another art I did for "Casey. Casey that's called a crime" by Cuddly_Art_Mage, featuring Casey and her oc, Kyle (right), packaging takeout orders for Run of the Mill
Art for chapter four of "Step Into the Looking Glass" by UnsweetenedTea on Ao3!
This fic is part of the series "Connect Four", which contains a bunch of connected TMNT dimension crossover fics. I have read them all. multiple times.
fanart for new person (same old mistakes) by cottonflowers on AO3
creator's tumblr @waterfrontcomplex
every time i think about this fic/theory/au my heart rate increases and i start shaking
the sketch has been sitting in my sketchbook since january 7th
read the fic!!! go read it!!!!! now!!!!!! (link below cut)
author i know you see me 👁👁 (please don't force yourself but it'd be great to get more info on the au!!) (please)
fanart for swords were meant to be broken by soupserum on ao3
so messy.... ╥﹏╥
version w/out blood
link to the fic
this is also partly an artstyle study of LittleMikyan (creator of the Yanqing visual novel) on Twitter/X
Inspired by @mediumgayitalian’s post
https://www.tumblr.com/mediumgayitalian/747989259902943232/the-crooked-creaky-door-of-the-cluttered
I love her writing so much I drew this at 2am like I was possessed
Forgive me for everything I’m barely thinking straight
Well, a genuine tear slid out of my eye as I read this, thanks
“What are your parameters for loving me?”
Careful to keep her head locked forward, Naomi glances over at her son. Will’s picked-bloody fingernails scrabble at the worn bandage around his wrist, twisting until his knuckles turn white. The car shakes with his violently bouncing leg, out of time with the shuddering engine and rumbling dust roads under the wheels.
“There aren’t any.”
“There have to be — some.” The bandage is longer than she thought, unspooled in his lap. He winds it back up again quickly, hands blurring; darting around his wrist, tapping on his knees, flexing and locking, flexing and locking. “I mean, what if I became a misogynist?”
She snorts. “I think you’re good, honey.”
“No, Mom, what if? Think about it for real. You’d stop loving me, right?”
“I might knock you around a bit, but it’d pretty hard to stop loving you completely,” she teases. She pinches the stubbornly-clinging baby fat of his cheeks between her knuckles, ruffling his hair when he ducks away.
“Seriously, Mama.”
“I dunno, Will. I’d send you to work for your Auntie Di for a while, probably. Reckon she’d straighten you out good.”
“Okay.” He nods, twice to himself, chewing on his lip. The bandage is wrapped around his elbow, now, pulled tight enough that she can hear the groan of his joints. “Okay. What if I killed someone?”
“Be a pretty hefty secret for the two of us.”
“An innocent person. Cold blood, just because I wanted to.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I could, Mom. People are — unpredictable.” He picks at a hole in his shorts until it’s wide enough to slide three fingers through, pulling the bandage in after them. It looks yellowed next to the green of the fabric, worn. “Sometimes you think you know someone but you don’t.”
“I know you.”
She pushes on her turn signal, slowing to a near stop. Will’s twitching fingers unconsciously synch up, cri-tap, cri-tap, cri-tap. The rusted rims groan as her tires amble around the bend, quieting as she lurches forward. They both duck as she hits a pothole, narrowly avoiding the warped ceiling.
“Cold blood, Mama.”
“I’d — it would scare me, I guess.” The next few potholes are smaller — she can avoid them with some manoeuvring. A mouse darts out onto the road, rushing out from the surrounding cornfields, and she slams on the break, thrusting her arm out to the passenger side. Will’s hands come to cup over her forearm as he slams into it, grunting softly. The mouse sprints across the rest of the road, tail swishing behind it, disappearing into the stalks. She settles back into her seat, brushing across Will’s seatbelt as she does, and presses the gas again. “More for you than of you. For what would happen if someone came knocking.”
“You wouldn’t report it?”
“No I wouldn’t report it, Will, Jesus.”
“But I — but I did something evil.”
“This is a hypothetical, baby.”
“And in the hypothetical. You’re —” He scrubs his hand down his face, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re a good person. You have — morals.”
“I’m a person, Will.” The GPS beeps at her — twenty-five miles to the Tennessee border. “And I’m a mother before that.”
“So if I — you would just — just like that? You’d — forgive me?”
“I’d love you,” she corrects.
“But you wouldn’t forgive me.”
She shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”
“So how do you know you’d still love me?”
“Because there’s nothing you could do, baby. I mean it.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“Not even if I was a bully? Or a landlord? Or if I — liked boys?”
He says it quickly, or tries to, but he stumbles over his words, tripping over the syllables. Naomi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard.
“You would still love me, if I — if I —”
Keeping her movements steady, she removes her boot from the gas. Will glances, fast, at her tightening knuckles on the steering wheel, looking quickly away. She guides the car to the shoulder of the road, pulling into park, and kills the engine, unclipping her seatbelt and turning ninety degrees to face her son. Will crowds into the corner of the seat, hunching in on himself, shoulders tense and curling, hair failing over her lowered head.
“Oh, Will.”
His body shakes as she pulls him into her, hands trembling so bad they spasm, twitching out of the fists he makes. She shifts until both of her arms wrap tightly around her torso, ignoring the burn of the trench, tucking his forehead into her collarbone, dropping her lips to press against his temples, his cheeks, the crown of his head.
“It’s okay, baby.”
“It’s — not. I’m still, I can still —”
“Sh.” His tears drip onto her shirt, her skin. He chokes back a sob and she tightens, reflexively, pulling his whole body even closer to her, somehow, making space for his too-long legs, knees hitting his chest, feet dangling off the seat, gearshift shoved into his thigh. His chest heaves with the effort of keeping his cries locked up in his throat, hidden behind clenched teeth, squeezed shut eyes. His fingers cling onto her shirt, twisting the fabric so hard it warps. Her own fingers clutch desperately at the ridges of his spine, the inside of his elbow; squeezing, holding, bruising. His voice is rough as raw grit and reedy as pond scum, barely above a whisper.
“I like boys, Mama.”
“I heard you.” She rests her forehead on his shoulder, her own breaths shuddering. “I heard you, sweetheart.”
“I like — a boy.”
“Okay.”
“For a long time.”
Her swallow constricts her throat, shoving the air back in her lungs. How long, she cannot bring herself to ask — when was it, exactly, that he decided he could not trust her with this? When did she lose that privilege? Was it when he started protecting her from the pain in his life, or before? When he lost everyone close to him at once, or when he broke down and told her about it? When was she no longer the person he ran to when he was scared, nervous, afraid?
He used to come to her for everything.
“I love you,” she whispers, voice wet as it slides against the lump in her throat. She squeezes him again, and this time, he squeezes back, pressing his face into her skin. “Will Solace, you are what keeps me going, do you understand that? Come up here, baby, look at me.”
His eyes aren’t hers. He takes after his father, really; after his older brother once upon a time. But he speaks like she does and smiles like she does and stands like she does, and when he cries he gets that same look, like the ocean has emptied itself inside of him. She cradles both palms to his wet cheeks, thumbs pressing under his eyes, kissing his forehead, his cheekbones, wiping the tears away.
“Fifteen years long you’ve been the light of my life. I need you to understand that, Will. I have never loved anything like I love you and there will never be anyone who comes even close. There is no hypothetical, no situation, no anything that could change that. There are no parameters. None. You understand me?”
“Everything stops,” he croaks. “Everything has a limit.”
“Not me,” she says firmly. “You ain’t a baby no more, baby, but you’re gonna have to pretend for a moment that I know everything again. I am telling you that there is no boundary. And I am not giving you the option to disagree. You are my son and my sun and that’s final, Will. That’s final.”
His face crumples. She pulls him close again, sighing, letting him curl up in his lap like he’s ten years younger than she should be, instead of the ten years older he acts. She runs a hand through he knotted hair and another down his back and presses her lips to his temples, holding him every place she can reach, and rocks them, even though there’s no room to do it, humming slow and low under her breath.
“We’ll get there,” she promises, tapping a beat on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Okay?”
He nods into her neck. “Okay.” His voice is small but not cowering, thankfully; small like he’s hiding in her instead of from her. She fights the urge to sag into him, to burst into tears of her own.
“I love you, Will. No matter what and forever.”
“I love you too, Mama.”
I know many of us don't like those "fandom & reader" fanfics, but pleasee this one is so good, zero use of Y/N, platonic relationships, frienship, wally is my son and so much more.
"Home Away From Home" is a fanfiction work of Welcome Home from Witherby in AO3, I'm in chapter 9 but it has already 17, so, if you want to check it out and let the autor know that I did a little fanart for them <3 <3
Hope you like it!