#fan fic illustrations

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

+Disgrace 5: Pleasure+

-=-=Illustrations=-=-

Thank you to the lovely @cardcaptorufus for rendering the exterior of the Nohct City Casino!

After the night they had these two attempt to clear the air and ask the questions they've been avoiding, but even as Tah'nyem divulges some of her darkest secrets Crosshair can't help but notice the sudden coldness from his traveling companion. He's left with the decision as to whether or not he lets her pull away as they leave the liminal moon, crossing from his world to plunge headfirst into hers.

Read Here or on Ao3!

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ Scarred For Half A Life ~

First of all, I am never doing this style again—I think. I was trying out something new, even when this wasn’t planned first!

Anyway, I was working on this piece, when something shot through my mind. Yeah, that scar. And I began to write a story—Of course I did.

(Sketch of this one is lurking on the bottom of this post, lol)

The story is called Scarred For Half A Life.

Why this title? Well. Because Danny is half human—alive, and half ghost—dead. Instead of ‘Scarred for life’. Bad joke, I know.

Published first two chapters here.

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Genre: Angst/Pain And Comfort (and a little Horror)

Trigger Warning: Emotional Distress — Violence — Graphic Content

Rating: M

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Summary:

Danny had been captured by the GiW once again, or so he thinks. Leaving him feeling utterly helpless—vulnerable. There was nothing he could do. What will happen to him? And why again?

Spoiler:

Was he here—there? Trapped in some forbidden wasteland in the middle of a desolate desert? He couldn’t even remember how he had ended up in this place. His mind scrambled for answers, but nothing came. What had happened? Back home… did he even still have a home? Or was this lifeless prison now his new reality? How long had he already been here? Days? Weeks?

His mind grew hazy, a dense fog clouding his thoughts and erasing his memories, one by one, as they slipped into the unreachable corners of his mind. He fought desperately to stay conscious, clinging to the faint hope that this was nothing more than a terrible dream—a nightmare he might eventually wake from. But the fight was slipping from his grasp. His body was too weak, his strength utterly spent. The darkness pressed in, heavy and unrelenting, until he couldn’t hold on any longer. With a final, defeated breath, he surrendered to the pitch-black void—a hollow, empty space that led to… nothing.

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Sketch of Danny. When he would be 17 years old, maybe? I don’t know.

He looks tired. I am aware.

[pjs-everyday]

“can we leave now” lookin’ ass lmao >> read below to see how he got THE hero gala fit ❤️‍🔥

lol The Bakugo’s adopted this 30 yr old man just to dress him up 🤓❤️‍🔥

[jittery-wisp]

Inspired by the Ballad of the Mantis the greatest fan fic ever! 🔥✨💪🔥Why is it the greatest ever I hear you ask? Because it is the beautiful love child between @tessacrowley 's immense talent and hard work and my vague fic prompt! 🙌🔥❤️

Go read it and also everything else Tessa has ever written!!

[doshiart]

Then he grabs the razor and brings it up, and Ian is in full concentration. His mouth presses into an even firmer line, and his eyes are sharp on where the blade is about to go on Mickey’s skin, and Mickey wishes that there was a way to do this where they weren’t face to face.  — it'd be better if you flayed me alive by @crestfallercanyon

Art raffle gift for Michelle @michellemisfit <3 I hope this is the 'slight edge of danger' combo you imagined 🖤🔪

This fic hit me hard. I had a deep resonance or something. I was just overhelmed with feelings, so here we are.

[totallyottie99]

Doodles for chapter 3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58078744/chapters/148791946

[keeper-door]

2023-12-24

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE Y’ALL

(Lemme know if any of you are from my friend’s fic :3)

[phoenixtakaramono]

(Illustration drawn in 2022)

The Boys S4 Sneak Peek (2024)

*surprised Pikachu face*

[thlayli-ra]

'Three Drews'

For @elementaldoughnut12 who always puts Drew in the cutest outfits in their fics! I couldn't decide on one, so here are my favourite three! 😊

(Full images and links below - please give Doughnut's awesome writing some love!)

From 'My Little Starlight Doll'

From 'You're My Purpose'

From 'My Boyfriend is a Cute Nerd'

[tryspellbound]

When Gojo cat sits Taylor's cats

You're in Taylor's living room. There's cat stuff everywhere. Gojo is standing in the middle, looking lost. One cat is on top of a bookshelf. Another is hiding under the couch. A third is pawing at Gojo's robe. Pur..Pur..

The cats are running around. You decide to help out....or not... ;)

Check out the the complete story here ^_^

Spellbound Interactive Storytelling

[rhouxl]

“You-...” Edward started, putting on that same stupidly frantic smile of nervousness, Crane always faintly enjoyed the way Edward’s panic tended to unwind into a strange sort of animalistic fear. “Jon, come on, it was just a-... It was a-... Well-...” He trailed off, shrinking back as Crane shifted somewhat closer, the only sort of apparent emotion crossing his face being the way he unblinkingly tilted his head just slightly as Edward struggled to find the right words to let him out of this scenario unscathed.

— Edward's Eccentricities, Ch. 2, by @toacho

[cheesynoodle22]

A mini comic for a favourite scene from Three steps from the sky by bunnynegativeeuphoria 🐎❄️❤️‍🔥

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ Danny Phantom ~

If you need a hug, Danny will give you one.

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I wish I could wear a smile as easily as you do. There’s something about it—your smile—it lifts me up in ways I don’t fully understand.

Thank you for that.

But seriously, stop using that cold, irresistible charm of yours—it’s distracting, Danny.

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Atleast he gave me a cold hug. Because I needed one.

Colored sketches/drafts, whatever. Again. I am so lazy these days… depression hits hard.

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It’s late—far too late for anyone to be awake. But here I am, once again, sitting on the cold floor of my room, with my knees hugged to my chest. The dim glow of my cozy lights barely reaches the shadows stretching across the corners.

I don’t even know how he got here, but Danny is leaning against my doorframe, his face half-lit, half-lost in the gloom. His arms are crossed, but his usual lighthearted demeanor is gone. His glowing green eyes… they’re heavier than usual, like they’ve seen too much—carried too much.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his voice almost fragile, as though the words might shatter if spoken louder.

I don’t answer.

I can’t.

My throat feels tight, my chest heavier than the silence pressing down. Instead, I shake my head, my hair falling over my face like a curtain I don’t want to pull back.

Danny sighs, the kind of sigh that feels shared—like he knows exactly how I feel but doesn’t want to admit it. He steps into the room, his boots scuffing against the floor. Slowly, he lowers himself to sit beside me, his cold shoulder brushing against mine.

“I know how it feels,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “To… feel like everything’s too much. Like you’re carrying the weight of the world, even when it’s not yours to carry.”

“Is that what you tell yourself when you disappear for days?” I glance at him, his expression flickering between guilt and understanding. “You don’t really have to be here, Danny. I’ll be fine. I’ll always be fine.”

But instead of answering, he reaches out, his gloved hand trailing against mine. It’s tentative, almost shy, but his cold seeps into my warm skin, grounding me in a way I didn’t expect.

“Stop that,” he murmurs. “Stop pretending you don’t need anyone. And stop pretending that you’re fine, because you aren’t.”

My breath shudders, and before I can stop myself, tears spill over, rolling silently down my cheeks. I hate crying in front of anyone. I hate that vulnerability, the exposure.

But Danny doesn’t look at me like I’m weak.

He just looks… sad.

For me.

For himself.

For whatever weight we’re both carrying.

Without a word, he pulls me into a hug. It’s awkward at first, like he’s not sure if I’ll push him away.

But I don’t.

I can’t.

His arms are strong, but there’s a hesitance to them, as if he’s afraid I might shatter in his grasp.

I don’t.

Instead, I fall into him, my head resting against his shoulder, his purr steady against my ear.

“You know I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. Just remember that. I’ve been by your side as long as I can remember, even when you didn’t realize it,” he whispers, his voice trembling slightly. “But you have to let people in, instead of pushing them away. Just know you don’t have to do these things alone.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong, that I’ve always been alone. That even when people care and I let them in, they leave anyway.

But his arms tighten around me, and the words crumble before they can leave my mouth. For once, I let myself believe him, even if it’s just for a moment.

The hug lingers, long after the tears stop falling. Neither of us speaks.

There’s no need to.

His presence says enough—he’s just here.

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My imagination is beyond otherwordly at this very moment.

[myokk]

an afternoon by the black lake🫶🫶🫶

[jittery-wisp]

Commission for the great and wonderful ✨️ @dodgerkedavra ✨️

Go read their story One Warm Line on A03! ❤️

[doshiart]

🧪 idiots guide to office crushes 🧪 by @mmmichyyy