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#my brother and i had this idea with tommy#so yeah he figthing with a hello kitty bicycle#yeah i know that bad but i still like it#is was bad because i was too sleepy that night to make good art#yeah these one look bad but idc#i just need to sleep so bad#Anyway i love Ellie#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie the last of us#i'm also very gay for ellie#tommy miller#tommy tlou#the last of us#tlou#tlou2#the last of us 2#i’ve made it#at 2am#drawing#digital fanart#digital art#art#fanart#my art
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you know when you read one of the most well written well characterized fics of a character and you’re like “FUCK YES THIS AUTHOR UNDERSTANDS” and then in the notes or in a comment reply they’re like “I hope this wasn’t too ooc I can’t tell 😭” or “I’m glad this wasn’t super ooc I was rlly nervous!” like girl this may as well have been a transcript directly from that character’s head what are you TALKING about
also this isn’t author hate obv I luv you guys I just think it’s funny how this happens a lot. fic writers youre amazing <33
#this is inspired by ao3 user miketozier smallcuts. if you’re seeing this I love your fic so much <3#anyways#ao3#ao3 stuff#ao3fic#elli’s random thoughts
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There’s something horrifyingly beautiful about Tess’s final moments. In the midst of the most dire chaos, as she waits for her death to come rushing past so she can blow it sky high and give cordyceps a big fuck you one last time, one of the infected stops. It looks at her, really looks. Her own mortality is personified in this infected. It’s death that’s looking at her, and it sees her. She looks her own death in the eye, and the suspense is so high as it approaches. But then, it doesn’t bite her throat out like we all expect it to.
It kisses her. What’s more, it kisses her gently. And I think it was a brilliant choice on the writers part, because it reminded me that the infected aren’t supposed to be evil. Sure, they’re scary as hell, but really, they’re just trying to survive. They’re connected to one another, they can feel each other from miles away. They seek out and want to be close to their own kind, just like the human survivors do. And when they do find each other, they kiss hello.
And after so long apart from a loved one, someone you know and trust with every instinct in your body, wouldn’t you want to kiss them too?
#okay that’s enough posting for the night but I’m sure I’ll have more dumb little thought’s tomorrow#I still wanted to talk about how Tess let’s it kiss her in her final moments. Like it’s one last intimate moment she lets herself have#before she dies. but that’s a post for another time#something something recognizing yourself in the other something something transitioning from one family to the next through death something#something.#anyway rip tess#anna torv i love you you slayed#tlou#tlou hbo#tess tlou#joel miller#ellie tlou#tlou spoilers#the last of us#tw body horror#just in case#I’d also like to bring up that this is an interpretation. obviously the kiss was for shock factor. i’m just having fun analyzing it
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There is something about Pedros eyes as Joel that has me on the floor, throughout the series there are alot of microexpressions he does but this damn contrast makes my heart ache.
He goes from disbelief to shock to completely shutting down when Sarah dies, there is so much pain in those eyes it makes your heart clench, it's in the way Joel keeps hugging Sarah harder as to transfer his own life into hers by pure will,
Then you have the hospital and you see no light behind those eyes, you can just feel the pure rage and agony. Him walking slower and slower and you can just feel his heart drop, and the wires come lose in his head and then there is one mission, save Ellie. His eyes man....
#I am biased cause I love the man#actually I only started knowing him from tlou#so how biased am i#anyways#i love his acting#and he nails it#i sometimes see things#like comments especially on tiktok about the casting of tlou#about both pedro and bella#and it ticks me off#i block them but still#i actually wanna show full on appreciation for both versions#cause i fucking love the game#tlou 1#no tlou 2 that shit doesnt exist for my mental health#joel miller#the last of us#tlou#pedro pascal#joel and ellie#joel and sarah
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𝜗𝜚 NSFW 18+
loser bestfriend ellie who all of a sudden turns into loser/sub top ellie after fucking you for the first time with the strap on she found in your closet.
she’s so fucking obsessed with the way you look when you bounce on her hips, nails tearing at her freckled skin as you string out the most beautiful sounds she thinks she’s ever heard anyone make in her entire life. her mouth drops open and she freezes as you fall into her, still trying to comprehend the whole thing as your face is buried in her neck, whimpering and gasping for your breath.
her hands tremble as they come up to wrap around you, long fingers tracing patterns into your skin in an attempt to calm you down.
she can’t fathom how needy you are or how you paw at her biceps in an attempt to get her to move her hips because you ‘feel so empty’. she can’t fathom the obsession you have of her that grows days after, constantly pressing against her or trying to get her alone or trying to be in her arms. she can’t fathom any of it except the part where she knows she’s fucking loving it.
#queued#𝜗𝜚 brainrot#i love sub top ellie#and loser bf ellie#anyways#ellie williams#smut#x reader#wlw#wlw smut#ellie williams smut#the last of us#lesbian
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Prompt 131
Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault!
So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most.
A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people.
“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!”
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#What is up with the Kents cornfield that a spaceship with alien children has crashed there twice#Clark: Omg am I an older brother now?? What does an older brother do??#He's going to be so excited when the kids start flying too#Clark: I have eight whole siblings now!#The Kents will end up the most experienced couple in raising superpowered children#Clark: This is Jazz and Dan and Tucker and Danny and Sam and Valerie and Ellie and I love them#The Kents now have two ships hidden on their property lol#and a green glowing dog of some sort that came with one group#the phamily actually get to be kids and don't Have to be vigilantes or are parentified or anything and it's... actually kind of nice#It's peaceful#Ellie definitely doesn't hide the fact she's a clone#They're very limited when re-learning how to talk human language again#so they say some rather concerning things without giving any context for it#not that it isn't concerning even with context anyway lol#Ma and Pa kent nearly cry when they hesitantly ask if their names can be kent too#Clark cries when he goes to metropolis because the kids all cling and try to get him to stay
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Me and my ability to get invested in a game that nobody knows about
#anyway 60 parsecs is rad i love it i love it i love it#i won't let them know i got interested in it because of emmet x scout tf2 ship edit....#60 parsecs#60 parsecs fanart#emmet ellis#baby bronco#deedee dawkins#april angelle#tom thomson#maegan mann
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the way kaladin is like. the only character who gets an arc relating to overcoming his prejudices but it’s…him overcoming his “prejudices” against lighteyes…like huh……?
#every time I remember this i feel like I’m reading the books wrong#and I just missed something crucial#alas I do think this is correct! and it boggles my lil mind!!! like HUH????????#stormlight archive#ellie reads#shallan is RIGHT THERE#shallan would be like. I can’t be bigoted I’m friends with kaladin 🙂#😒😒😒😒😒😒😒#I just…..tired. it’s tired!!!!#don’t even get me started on the ‘fuck moash’ stuff….#moash defender til I die also it’s stupid to hate a character bc they’re too morally grey for you….like it’s fiction.#sorry moash made the story INTERESTING !!!#stay mad kaladin wouldn’t be interesting w/out him!!!#im kidding I love kaladin but you get it.#the subreddit hates moash way too much it’s so annoying#like it’s fiction………#they also think Brandon Sanderson is above critique which is also annoying#anyways. love these books bc they’re well written the world building goes crazy and! they’re interesting from this angle and I enjoy#thinking critically about them.
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Aight 😔
#I do not control the chemistry of the characters#anyway I didn’t want to say anything directly it’s like it about beckory 👉👈 I keep getting the asks but can’t answer them anymore because#…. BECAUSE GREL IS BETTER AAAAA#they were always hanging out in the story TTwTT idk#but yeah I’m just not gonna focus on shipping Greg with anyone anymore tho 😭😭😭 like only maybe Ellis when he’s older because#ye ;w; rn my main ship just Jeremike and fronnie#you can send asks of that 👌 but no more beckory pls ;v; it’s a cute ship fr and there’s so many lovely arts of it too ✨I just need a break 🙏#fnaf#pix doodles
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More Clone^2 or just Damian Clone Au because these two have my heart rn.
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“Asmi Danyal.” Damian says.
“Asm- asmi Danyal.” Danny repeats.
There is a sharp jab to his leg.
Danny thinks this means he’s winning, and he grins goofily.
(He’s not, he did the pronunciation wrong. He has to say it again.)
Where he is, is his room. It’s nearing midnight, and him and Damian have been sitting in his room for the last three hours.
He has books about learning arabic sprawled at his feet, from beginner’s books to advanced, he got whatever he could get his hands on that would teach him Arabic.
And Damian, little Damian who has finally taken it upon himself to settle down over these last few months, has decided that he doesn’t really like the way Danny is teaching himself.
“Your pronunciation is bad.” He told him through the translator Danny downloaded onto his phone. And then he sat down onto the ground and pointed at the floor and said “‘Ardia.”
And then wouldn’t stop until Danny said it in a way that he liked. He moved on to the next object. And then the next, and then the next. And so this has been their dynamic for the last two weeks. They’re finally moving on to proper sentences.
(It’s not fool-proof, and that’s why Danny still has his books. Damian doesn’t know every word, and knowing words doesn’t mean he knows how to string them together into a sentence.)
(But never let it be said that Danny is not a quick learner when he sets his heart to something.)
“Asmi Danyal.” Damian says.
“Asmi Danyal.” Danny repeats.
(“My name is Daniel.”)
Damian nods, satisfied and sated. He points to himself, puffed up like a peacock showing off its feathers. “Asmi Damyan Alghul.” He says, “‘Ana abn aldam.”
(There’s a flicker of uncertainty on Damian’s face, a slump in his shoulders that exists for only a millisecond. It’s a look on Damian’s face that Danny sees on his own whenever he looks in the mirror.)
(A question of identity, an ‘I think’ - am I really who I say I am? Doubt comes in with fickle tongue.)
Danny - much to his own surprise - is able to piece together the second half of his sentence on his own. It’s slow, assigning words to translation, but he learns it.
(“My name is Damian Al Ghul. I am the blood son.”)
The blood son - he can only assume he means the blood son of Bruce Wayne, of course. He shares the same face as the very public figure’s youngest boy.
And Danny shares the face of the youngest boy’s father.
And much like him, this Damian was younger than the original, thirteen year old one. Much younger.
“Marhaban Damian.” Danny says, a sly smile creeping up his face. “Asmi Danyal Fenton —” his eyes glance to one of his books, a list of greetings going down the page. He finds one he’s looking for. “Tasharafna.”
(“Hello Damian, my name is Daniel Fenton. It’s nice to meet you.”)
(He’d hold out his hand in a customary, playful handshake, but his palms still sting and hurt from his last encounter with Damian’s blade. He’s got them half curled at his side, unmoving as much as possible.)
Danny got the last pronunciation wrong, much to his amused delight. Damian’s face darkens and his smug expression falls away into a scowl.
“‘Ant aldajaalu, wanha ‘tasharafna.”
(“You are the imposter, and it’s ‘tasharafna’.”)
And so here they go again.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc crossover#dp x dc au#dpdc#dpxdc au#danny fenton is not the ghost king#clone^2#danny fenton is a clone#damian wayne is a clone#i love these two an unholy amount#danny’s injured hands are now canon to the clone^2 au#to me at least#whats it mean to know that your hands are permanently damaged from the very same boy you’re determined to love?#whats it mean to know that you’d do it again if given the chance?#if loving the boy forever meant your hands won’t work the same as before#and you still choose to do it#anyways danny’s protective older brother energy he has for ellie#also extends to damian#i used google translate for the arabic sorry for any errors#im trying to give danny more ‘older brother’ vibes than parent vibes
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Jeanne Dielman, 23 Commerce Quay, 1080 Bruxelles (1975) dir. Chantal Akerman // Emily Wilson's introduction to The Odyssey
#jeanne dielman#jeanne dielman 23 commerce quay 1080 bruxelles#chantal akerman#the odyssey#emily wilson#classics#books#women directors#web weaving#ellis reads#literature#ellisedits#parallellis#she's odysseus AND penelope. to me <3#also maybe calypso and/or circe#also maybe it defeats the whole point to compare jeanne dielman to a homeric epic! but maybe it doesn't#or maybe i'm comparing the homeric epic to jeanne dielman and not the other way around 👀#anyway this film IS truly incredible. i love art.
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heard it was bi visibility week AND tim stoker tuesday
(ID: a colored ink drawing of tim stoker, from the waist up. he is a brown man with partially dyed blond hair, a beard, and a notched eyebrow. he has three piercings on his left ear and one on his right. he’s wearing a striped dark yellow button up. he is smiling and winking at the camera, holding a bi flag in one hand and making a peace sign with the other. end ID.)
#tma#the magnus archives#tim stoker#ellie loves to draw#when was the last time i posted here it feels like a long time#or maybe my sense of time is just shot#anyway. the guy <3
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ELLIE TAYLOR AND ANTHONY HEAD TED LASSO — 3.12 "So Long, Farewell".
#Ted Lasso#tedlassoedit#tedlassosource#Anthony Head#Ellie Taylor#trying new sharpening settings. not sure i like it tho#also the new tumblr photo editor! why??? tumblr WHY??#anyway I love her I love her so much#never really understood the hate she gets#i also love how defeated Rupert looks in this :')#like he KNOWS he can't say anything because she will just bury him even deeper#usernessa#tuserliliana#nessa007#userkk#ohtendril#damerondjarin#usersaysh#trueloveistreacherous#scratchybeardsweetmouth#usersydney#usergiu#uservalentina#useryoshi#dailyflicks#userbadger#userbbelcher#userk8#my stuff#mine: believe
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carcar the last of us au snippet
warnings: past character death, descriptions of the infected, descriptions of use of weapons and violence
What Carlos wants to say, in a way fashioned entirely after his father: That grave is about as deep as it needs to be. No one has the luxury to mourn. Stop fucking around and move on or die standing still.
What he actually says: “Do you need help?”
“No,” Oscar says, curt. “I should be the one to lay him to rest.”
“Okay,” Carlos says.
Maybe it’ll help Oscar, and Carlos shouldn’t begrudge him that. Help him avoid the scenario in which every infected thereafter shared facial characteristics with Charles. Max. A pretty mouth, a strong jaw. It’s his fault, after all. Carlos should have taken the time to bury all of that under the dirt. But all he could do was run.
There’s an almost relaxing rhythmic sound to the ground being hacked up, and a different kind of tanginess to the smell of fresh earth that lets him forget about blood for a moment.
He could be kind, sit at the foot of the grave and listen to Oscar talk about Logan. Why he thought coming back to where they grew up was a good idea. All these good ideas crumbling to dust, at every town they've witnessed that has eaten itself from the inside out.
Carlos closes his eyes. He doesn’t quite know what to do with another faceless loss, can’t add another number to his collection.
And anyway, Oscar's seen his fair share. He’s too good with the shovel for this to be his first.
Carlos clears his throat, when Oscar's finally done placing some leafy branch at the head of the grave. Flowers. On a grave. That’s some doe-eyed rose-tinted bullshit. There’s a strangled bird, caged somewhere to the left of Carlos’ chest. He doesn’t allow that bird any food or warmth or hope, for fear of softness. Can’t be soft if you want to survive.
“We should move,” he says.
“We?” Oscar reels his head up. The loss carving its way down his cheeks haven’t fully dried, but he looks hopeful, almost like a lost dog. With how Carlos acts, he probably hadn't expected an offer like this. It should've been cut and dry. Getting you to your city, in exchange for a car battery.
“It’s a simple question,” Carlos says. “Are you coming?”
If he wasn’t already fucked all ways to Sunday, making his way along this forsaken earth with two rounds of ammunition and less than a quart tank of gas left, he’s definitely fucked now, adding a bleeding heart to their journey. But Carlos imagines Charles’ face if he were to leave a kid behind and—damn him for that. For being a ghost and still demanding good of him.
“Yes,” Oscar says.
Arguments and energy spent on arguments should be saved for the important things. Carlos throws what’s left of their shit into the back of the trunk, and wordlessly, gets into the driver’s seat.
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“I’m just saying.” Oscar’s insistent. He’s spent the first half an hour of the journey staring vacantly out the window, but apparently, country music’s where he draws the line. “If for some reason this car caught on fire—”
“Don’t you even dare,” Carlos says. The thought of losing the Sienna makes him want to shrivel up and die. With luck, they managed to jack a vehicle with a working CD player. Tunes are a necessity in what is essentially a never-ending road trip. “I don’t want to think about it.”
“If it did,” Oscar says, “and I only had time to save one album—”
“Zach Bryan,” Carlos says.
“No,” Oscar says flatly.
“Dios mio. I should have left you back there.”
“You nearly did,” Oscar points out, but it doesn’t sound accusing. At Carlos’ furtive glance, he shrugs. “No hard feelings. I know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah?” Carlos doesn’t like the sound of that, gets his back all up. Ten and two on the wheel, lest he reaches for Oscar’s shirt to shake him until his teeth rattle. “What am I doing?”
“Self-defense,” Oscar says.
“I really should have left you.”
“I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” Seemingly chastised, Oscar digs his teeth into his lower lip. Charles used to do that too, before he acquired the ability to unhinge his jaw and take larger bites. “You look out for your own, right?”
Carlos wonders if Oscar can see his trauma for what it is. The way Carlos has been tuned toward Oscar in the passenger seat, as if an infected would crash through the windscreen at any second. The way he’d swerve right, driver’s seat to the road, without a second thought, if it meant his neck would be exposed instead of Oscar’s.
He’s got nothing to offer but his own body.
“I’m doing such a great job of it.”
“Mate,” Oscar says warily. If he could hedgehog his way any further into the car’s upholstery, he would be so far back he’d be invisible by now. Zach croons in the staticky background, There ain’t no world in which I am good for you. Ain’t no world, now or ever. “I wasn’t saying you weren’t.”
“No, really,” Carlos says, a little hysterically, “I’m doing such a great job—”
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There were things in the world that should not have applied to Charles. Spend upwards of two months to four years with him and you’d start to imagine that his fingernails never got dirty, or that his smile never got ugly, or that his face never got bloodied.
But he turned like everyone else.
His skin bleached itself until every single vein was visible, and his eyes lost all recognition. He could still speak, for the first bit. Said their names in what was almost a parody. Cahlos. Cahhhlos.
“We have to,” Max couldn’t finish his sentence, though he kept trying. “We have to—”
Charles lunged for them like a rabid animal. They cringed, but the tire chains wound around Charles hold fast, and he shrunk back. Before lunging again, and again. If Carlos were a better man, he’d put Charles out of his misery. Too bad he was a big fucking coward.
“Don’t,” Carlos hissed, absolutely feral, when Max squared his shoulders and took a step forward. “Don’t touch him.”
Max’s chest rose and fall in rapid succession. His eyes were glassy and hollow. Max, who Carlos had never seen shed a tear once, who they all joked would survive them all. He looked a gentle tap away from breaking. “This isn’t about our stupid feelings, it’s about what Charles would have wanted.”
“Fuck you,” Carlos said, to nobody in particular. To maybe himself. Charles was his responsibility when they went on the raid for food, and Charles was still his responsibility now. Till the end. He’d shown Carlos the bite on his calf, almost guiltily, and remained docile and quiet when Carlos wrapped him in chains, while Carlos breathed through what was most definitely a panic attack.
Easy, Carlos. You’ve got to care of Max now. Easy, come on, breathe Carlos. It doesn’t hurt much, not now anyway. Just. Do me a favour. Make it quick, alright?
Cahhhhlos.
“I’ll take care of it,” Carlos said, because all of this was his fault. In the chaos at the grocery store, he got separated from Charles for a harrowing two and half minutes. That was all it took. “Just. Just give me a moment. Just give me a second, alright?”
Charles snarled, snapping his teeth against the metal biting into his skin. This couldn’t be how Carlos remembered him.
“I’ll do it in the morning,”Carlos promised. I’ll do it after sunrise, so he gets to see it one last time.
In the morning, this is what he found:
Charles, chest cavity open, lying still like he was peacefully asleep.
And Max, bleeding out from a bite wound in his forearm, the gun used to lay Charles to rest tucked at his feet. His skin was paper white, but his eyes were still bright.
“I fucked up,” Max said. It was the way he said it. Completely accepting and calm. It made Carlos drop to his knees and hack out the nothing he had left in his stomach. Bile burned his throat raw. “I thought I could do it, so you wouldn’t have to. Sorry.”
Carlos trembled, pushed his forehead into the ground. The entire world was bearing down on him like a magnifying glass on an ant. He didn’t want to look up. If he didn’t look up, then this didn’t have to be real.
“Carlos,” Max said, more gently than Carlos had ever heard him. By some magnetic, supernatural force, it lifted Carlos’ head from the dirt. Max had enough in him to kick the gun over to Carlos, and life in him yet for the corner of his mouth to twitch up. “You can do it.”
Carlos shook his head mutely.
The expression on Max’s face morphed into something unfamiliar. Pleading. It would carry itself into Carlos’ nightmares and every single infected running after him after. “You can. Just don’t fuck it up this time.”
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“I’m,” Oscar says. He sounds heartbroken for people he doesn’t even know. “I’m sorry about your friends.”
“You didn’t know,” Carlos says. He never should have said anything. Maybe it’s the kid, snapping, I should be the one to do it. Mirrors are a relic of the past, but Carlos looks at Oscar and sees the same jagged stubbornness lining all his edges. “I’m sorry about Logan.”
They pass the rest of the drive in silence.
#athy texts#fanfic#rpf#carcar#please heed the warnings#hey remember when#remember when naughty dog built up two characters that you fell in love with#killed one of them off#made you despise the character who killed him#AND THEN made you play 10+ hours of gameplay using the character you despised?#YEA I REMEMBER THAT TOO#anyway#this is carlos as joel and oscar as ellie#guess what happens at the end!!!!!#guess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#tlou au
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Shinsou: I hate all those things that were like, “they used to be so strong and funny…. ThEn [insert trauma here], now they are a shell of what they once were”
Shinsou: I can be traumatized and still be strong and funny. I’m the funniest fucker I know
Tsuyu: yesterday you said that you wanted to enter a coma so you didn’t have to deal with an authority figure being mad at you again
Shinsou: both can be true, am I not allowed to have duality, tsuyu??
#he’s fine he just has to be dramatic about it first#it’s so okay it not like I have a panic attack when an authority figure looks at me#that’s crazy I’d never nope not me#Aizawa is probably the current authority figure for shinsou#tsuyu is not afraid to check her on her friends mental health and we love to see that#what a lad#she’ll call bullshit without a second thought#anyway. I saw one too many things about Ellie being strong and funny until ‘David broke her’ and fuck that bullshit#as someone who has been abused their entire life that stuff makes me mad as hell#that being said. if that’s what someone needs to do to cope. I bid them the best of luck and all of my love and support#bnha#mha#incorrect mha quotes#incorrect my hero academia quotes#mha incorrect quotes#bnha incorrect quotes#incorrect bnha quotes#shinsou is in the izucrew#shinsou hitoshi#asai tsuyu#incorrect izucrew#izucrew#izucrew as family
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Genuinely tweaking because it’s 4 in the morning rn and I’ve been drawing this all day, literally the second I was free I was drawing.
AND IT TOOK ME 6 HOURS WHATTT
So as some of you know I’m a big fan of a FanFiction made by @theellipelli and it’s epic and great and it’s yanqing and Jing yuan and time travel and family issues GO READ IT IM GREAT AT PROMOTING THIS HAHAH.
So like… I didn’t read the new chapter and I’m scared to do so BECAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN TW DEATH??? STOP.. I better not cry
Anyway so I had the idea on what the idea was but I didn’t know how to make it right so I ended up with this, here’s the starter sketch with colour
Now MEGA TRANSFORM RENDER BOOM WOW heheh thank you thank you👏👏👏👏
If you can’t tell Baiheng is drunk and in my head she should be kept at least 5 miles away from any person when she’s drunk
Jinglius hand looks weird but look at yanqing he looks great #neverdoingmysondirty
The atrocious hand grip on yanqing head I head to learn how to draw hand can someone teach me
Ik it’s really hard to tell what’s going on with df and yingxing but I wanted to fit all the quintet in (they are just whispering to each other which is pretty much “bro can we please leave” “nah”) Df is so circle I’m sorry idk what happened I’m tweaking again
Sorry that jy, yq and baiheng look so much better than everyone else that’s the difference between start vs finish
And if anyone is out there “6 hours for that?? Man you got to be joking” well Uhm actually I’m a very slow artist
I think I spent the smallest time on yingxing
But I think I spent at least like an hour on the sketch sigh can I get a pat on the back
ALSO DRAWING THEM WAS SO HARD BECAUSE OF THE SMALL AMOUNT OF REFERENCES I HAD..
I wanted to do cloud night Jing yuan but the design was different from the fic one so I had to live of that one art the author of the fanfic did (go check out her tumblr tagged her above she’s great support her on every platform possible or you’ll die)
Anyway ik not a lot of people are reading this but I would like to thank art Jesus, art God and Beyoncé for giving me the motivation to finish this in one day
Uhm that’s the end make sure to support the author love you all bye,!
Scared to post this second thoughts are gonna be the end of me
#I love this fanfic btw#heart heart kisses kisses idk#all hail author elli#call me a glazer but I see no flaws#anyway dear elli if you see this then I hope you like it#I hope you don’t cry again tho aww#do you remember how I said I would do a proper drawing#but then I did that magazine cover and was too lazy for the digital art?#so this is my comeback era#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#my art#hsr#honkai star rail#yanqing#Jing yuan#jingliu#baiheng#dan feng#yingxing#hsr yanqing#hsr jing yuan#hsr jingliu#hsr Dan feng#hsr baiheng#hsr yingxing#hsr fanfic#hsr fanart#fanart
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