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© 02.10.23 — pedido pessoal, spirit fanfics. 📊 em caso de inspiração, não esqueça de creditar.
#jmsoup#bts#cover#cover spirit#ibis paint#fanfic#capa#ds#jimin#jungkook#jikook capa#jikook cover#social spirit#social spirit fanfics#fanfics#fanfics cover#cover romântica
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Dreams Of A Tomorrow – Uso pessoal¡
Grupo: Seventeen || Shipp: Verkwan
— Leia AQUI
Adotei um plotzinho lindo da Moon e acabei por também montar uma capinha para ele, experimentei um estilo qual eu não estou muito acostumada e vejo muitos designers fazendo, e vendo agora que deu certo não parece ter ficado tão ruim KKKKKKKK talvez eu traga mais algumas coisinhas nesse estilo pra cá, o que acham? ♡
(+ qualidade abrindo as imagens)
#fanfics cover#sysaaw#kpop fanfic cover#social spirit#spirit cover#seventeen#hansol vernon chwe#boo seungkwan#svt boo seungkwan#svt vernon#verkwan
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nowhere in hogwarts is safe to snog 👩❤️💋👨🤺 one of my fav scenes from @myokk's oneshot "clumsy" which you can read here! its about seb and mc being stubborn idiots in denial of their own feelings while also pining after each other the entire time 🥰 GO READ IT!!💖💖
#my first fanart of a fic that isnt mine/about seb and clora......WHO IS SHE😳😳#maddy writes seb so good GO READ IT i got an ask asking me for fic recs and this may be the only one ive actually read but... I REC IT#OBVIOUSLY.... if my fanart of it wasnt obvious endorsement enough LMAO#i just love this trope/scene BAHHAA seb is that meme of the girl covering her ears while her brother blares a trumpet at her#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanfic#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian x mc#sebastian sallow fanfiction#sebastian sallow fic#omg i go into autopilot when i tag and i almost tagged clora clemons by accident but nuh uh not today#today its faceless nameless mc who totally isnt eloise or clora#choccyart
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my lovely friend @gefionne was gracious enough to let me draw some fanart of fen'harel!solas for her amazing (AND VERY DELICIOUS) fanfic, these hands, if not gods! (au! solavellan, smutty, WITH PLOT.) 100/10, would recommend time & time again. read it or i'll beat up vhenan please enjoy the fen'harel tiddies
#shamelessly exploiting solas via his hot elvhen god bod#easy breezy beautiful cover girl <333#solas#solas dragon age#fen'harel#sollavellan#solas fanart#dragon age fanart#dragon age#solavellan fanart#fanfic rec#my art#yaoi hands#He needs exactly five scarves to bind Lavellan with
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✨ Ghouls and Gangs!!!✨
I'm so glad to be posting my pieces for Ghosts, Legacies, and CPS, by @aceface98 and @karnia-queen. It's such a wonderful fic and it's been (and still is) a blast working on these drawings!!
The initial idea was to have a title card-like cover art, but then I lost track of that and went for a book cover! I did go back to make it more title-cardy after though, so you have two versions!
Thank you to the mods of @dpxdcbigbang for organizing this event!
#dpxdcbang2024#g&g24#dpxdc#Danny Fenton#Tim Drake#event drawing#fanart of fanfic#Ghosts Legacies and CPS#cover art
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my predictions for the end of book 7
EDIT: part two here
#please yana let this happen it would be so fucking funny#twst#twst overblot gang#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#riddle rosehearts#I might just write this fanfic anyway if it doesn’t happen#which it probably won’t? the teams pretty good at throwing curveballs at me#either way. just needed this image to exist#how are we feeling about how I did azuls skin?#I wanted it to look more like his merform-the humanization potion can only do so much kinda thing#and MOST of his outfits have him fully covered#so if we ignore his beachwear we can pretend as though this is true
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I often think about how incredibly fit Natsume must be, yokai-induced sickliness aside. He spends 75% of his life running from yokai, through forests and mountains and all kinds of shit. Every day is a marathon for him, he arguably gets too much exercise (which might contribute to collapsing from exhaustion a lot. over exercising isn't good for you).
But imagine what a fast runner he must be. He's able to sometimes lose yokai despite their supernatural speed etc. And he's been doing this since he's a child? I just want an episode where it's time for track in gym class and everyone's expecting the kid who's constantly sick and exhausted to be the slowest one, but instead he just passes them all at warp speed. WHEN did he have time to get this in shape, isn't he always inches away from keeling over, his class in chaos. Nishimura and Kitamoto are the least surprised since they've seen him running before, but even they didn't think he was THIS fast., wow, what natural talent.
Actually, there should be a running gag where one of the many stressors Natsume faced over the years is track team coaches trying to constantly recruit him in most of the schools he goes to, so he's constantly trying to hide how fast he is because he can't be a burden and have the people he's living with PAY SPORTS EXPENSES omg :(( and also he wouldn't be able to show up for most of the meetings, so. And also he doesn't like most team sports (the real reason).
He's managed to keep it mostly under wraps in Yatsuhara, but then one day it's the sports day episode and Nishimura trips while carrying the baton as they always do and starts crying so Natsume's like "siiiiiiiigh fine don't worry Nishimura I've got this" and suddenly he's at the finish line. Thus his hellish lot of being hounded by the track coach begins anew, thanks a lot Nishimura.
#once again thinking about an element of a show has spun off into fanfic land somehow#natsume's book of friends#ok what if during the sports day episode there's even a yokai in the way and he has to vault over it and everyone's like what#why did he jump so high there#and now the gymnastics team is interested too#natsume yuujinchou#takashi natsume#i'm actually surprised there's never been a natsume sports day episode#assuming it hasn't been covered in the manga yet#they had a school festival one#hire me to write it#natsume takashi
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HEYYYY!!
Chapter 15 of LoF is finally out!! sitting at 29,824 words!
I also want to share my first cover art for LoF:
I had a lot of inspo for this cover!! I wanted it to have influence of a classic Spider-Man and Batman cover while also still being my art style. imagine my surprise to learn that Spider-Man has a cover similar to Dick Grayson...
Soooo yeah!! spent 9 hours on this cover and i'm glad to finally have it out. i hope to do more as the story progresses
#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#leap of faith catch me if you can#leap of faith#peter parker in gotham#chapter 15#digital art#digital illustration#comic book#comic book cover#cover art#spider-man#spider man#batman#batfam#batfamily
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“But it’s not gay if he’s dead.” Danny’s head whipped around to stare down the street at two guys walking on the other side. He thought he was free of hearing that phrase ever again. Heart thudding in his ears, he crossed the street to tail these two guys. There was no way? Right? I mean Danny was something like 1,000 miles away from his hometown. There was no way two random guys in the big city of Gotham would’ve ever heard of –
“I don’t know man, it’s never been confirmed whether or not the “big guy” was actually… ya know?”
Danny seethed in frustration at the vague conversation. He stepped around a group of kids as he barely made the end of the crosswalk countdown.
“Nah, Red makes too many uncomfortable jokes about death to not have died.”
Danny sped up, weaving in between people to catch up before he lost the conversation in the din.
“It’s Gotham, we all make jokes about death.”
“Ya, but not like him. He seems to revel in them, like he actually kicked the bucket, permanent-like, not like those people who – I don’t know – cardiac arrest and are technically dead for a couple minutes until the EMTs get to them or whatever.”
A car puttered down the road – releasing a huge plume of exhaust in between Danny and the guys. Danny sighed, fully intending to return to his original path with the reassurance that they weren’t talking about Phantom. Then the next damned sentence came out of one of their mouths.
“Ok sure let’s say you’re right. Is it necrophilia if his body started decaying before coming back?”
‘Fuck it’ Danny thought as he turned back around. He had to see how this conversation ended – definitely not because the answer to that question kept him up night. Absolutely not. Call him a cat because he was just curious and not all at invested in the answer.
“Oh! Dude, shut the fuck up! Why would you – that’s disgusting! Are you kidding me!”
“Answer the question Mr. It’s Not Gay if He’s Dead – necrophiliac: yes or no?”
“No? Have you seen Red’s body? No way a dead guy could have muscles like that – I mean you gotta have working bodily functions right? To build muscles or whatever the fuck? Like have you seen his abs? Or, shit, just his arms - I mean swoon worthy, what I wouldn’t give to have him hold -”
“…….”
“- me…. What are ya looking at me like that for?”
“When, exactly, have you seen his abs.”
“Aaaah - that’s not the point –“
“Sure as hell hope that’s the point.” Red Hood stepped out of an alleyway they were walking past. Even with a helmet on, Danny swore the guy stared straight at him. He was so fucked getting caught listening in to this conversation – could he play it cool? Danny was cool right? Yeah, he could totally pull this off, act totally normal and keep walking. Hunching his shoulders some and turning his body away from the three men, he walked past. Or tried to. Red Hood caught the back of his shirt, stopping him from getting away. Unless Danny was willing to expose his powers to get out this situation, the best he could do was play dumb and hope Hood let him go without too much hassle.
“Boss!”
“Hey Boss – you didn’t happen to only hear the second half of that, did you?”
Red Hood growled, “the part about necrophilia or the part about my abs?”
Danny twisted his head back to see Goon #1 turn pale. “Uuuh – uh- um,” met Red Hood’s question.
A choreographed roll of the eyes, “Better question, why are you talking shit out on the streets and not paying attention to your little stalker,” Hood gestured to Danny.
“I’m not a stalker!” Danny huffed. His eyes widened. All three guys looked over at him. ‘SHIT’ Danny thought. He did not want to catch anyone’s attention more than he had, much less all three.
Goon No. 2 looked at him, as he resumed his squirming in Red Hood’s grasp, “So who are you?”
Danny glanced up to see Red Hood staring down at him. Today just wasn’t his day. “Hood,” Danny blurted out.
Silence. The tips of Danny’s ears turned bright red
“Uhm, I mean, a tourist?” “In Crime Alley, kid?”
"I'm not a kid," Danny muttered.
Hood shook Danny’s shirt hard enough to also shake Danny himself. “Try again. I’ve seen you around often enough to know that’s a lie.”
“It’s true!” Danny lied. “I was visiting the city, my wallet got pickpocketed with most of my money, so now I’m… kind of…. Stuck here? Indefinitely?”
Goon No. 1 laughed at him, “do ya think we’re dumb? You have a cellie right? No way you’re ‘stuck here’.”
“Exactly, so who do you work for? Penguin?” A jab towards Danny’s face. “Riddler?” Another jab and a step towards Danny. “Is it Two Face?” Another, even closer jab. Danny went cross-eyed looking at the finger in front of his nose.
“Back off,” Hood said. Danny breathed a sigh of relief at being given some space. And then the next words came out of Red Hood’s mouth, “Get lost you two – and stop gossiping on the street. And you-“ Hood turned back to Danny, “ – you’re coming with me.” Danny gulped. Today was going down as another shit day in the books for sure.
#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dp x dc fanfic#i think i covered my bases? any other tag variations i should know of?#danny fenton#red hood#a little silly one shot because ingifd is iconic. sorry for bringing it back up (not)#the bee writes#i /think/ we're still on the don't tag the individual fandoms... yea?
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hii i read your fic with the humanalastor! x reader where they become like partners in crime (i loved it sm)
and got an idea based off of it
what if Alastor dies first and a few years later Alastor and the reader reunite after she goes to the hotel? thought it would be kinda cute :)
A/N ngl I was thinking of doing something like this so I am very happy it is desired by the people as well. Also, we're gonna pretend that the timeline I created wouldn't make her like over a hundred years old when she died, okay? Okay.
Cover Up Pt. 2 (Alastor x Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of murder and blood, nothing graphic. Alastor being a depressed little bitch. Also a lot of dead bird metaphors for lost hope. Please let me know if I forgot anything.
Word Count: 1,971
Part One: Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)
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When Alastor had died, Y/n had shattered. Their years of holding one another's bloodstained hands had finally drawn to a close. They had a good run, nearly a decade before anyone caught on. His death also came with the added downside of throwing suspicion on Y/n. To say the event changed her life would be an understatement.
When Alastor had first woken up in Hell, he had mourned his loss as if she was the one who had died and not him. The allowance of such a foolish thing was short lived. He quickly realized there was no way Y/n wouldn't end up in Hell as well eventually, with her track record. He refocused his pain, his anguish into making sure he had the perfect world to serve up to her on a platter as soon as she arrived.
As the years ticked on, the little bird fluttering away in his ribcage became more and more despondent. He tried to distract himself by continuing his work, continuing his plans for her. Always for her. It worked to a certain extent but, soon it had been sixty years and she still hadn't made her arrival. It didn't matter how many overlords he killed, how many worthless souls he tortured. There was nothing that could take his mind off that.
Alastor wondered what sort of life Y/n had made for herself after his death. He wondered if she had found love again, held out hope that she hadn't. It was a selfish wish, he knew it. Alastor had always been selfish. It wasn't that he wished for her to be unhappy, just that he knew she was the only person, living or dead, out there for him. There was no hope for Alastor that wasn't Y/n and he wanted her to feel the same way about him. He didn't want to lose, to have been an idiot, to have been the one that loved more. At the same time, he didn't want her to feel that way either. It was complicated and confusing, the twists of his own logic.
Another decade and he began wondering if somehow his beloved wife had gotten into Heaven instead. He knew it was a long shot, after everything she had done but, she had also never killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Maybe there was some exception for women who killed their pursuers, when the pursuers were coming on too intensely or had ulterior motives. He wondered if she'd remarried, if she had kids. If she was still on earth, there would have to be something that was keeping her there and that was the only thing that made sense.
Eighty years, as it turned out, had been all he could take. The bird had died and its corpse had rotted, festering into anger. Not anger at Y/n no, never anger at Y/n but anger at the world, at the system of the afterlife. He became bolder, brasher, more foolish. He got caught in a bad deal.
Coming to the hotel had been a command, yes, but it had also ended up being something of a salvation for the man. In the seven years of his disappearance from the rings of Hell, there had been little to distract him from the growing hole of Y/n's absence. It was a hungry thing, a deep seated want, a controlling desire. The hotel served to fill it. Not completely, but a little. It was better than nothing. Besides, for all her violence, Y/n had always had a way of seeing the best in others, in the world around her. He was certain she would have liked Charlie if she ever got to meet her, certain the hotel would shine in his wife's eyes.
Husk and Nifty were the only two who knew. They had both met him when Alastor's focus had been the creation of a world for Y/n, it was impossible for them not to. They had both noticed how as the years had passed, he had said her name less, how he had become crueler. Not even Charlie had in inkling of an idea that Alastor might be missing something, might be unshakable heartbroken. He hid it well.
Even now as he entered the lobby intent on finding Charlie in order to discuss some of the decor on the upper floors, he made sure his smile was firmly fixed in place. A smile was the strongest weapon a person or demon could have, the strongest disguise. He made sure he was never without one.
"So you just arrived today?" he heard Charlie saying as he began to make his way down the stairs.
He could see her by the door, talking to a demon whom her position obscured from his vision. A new guest. Internally, Alastor sighed. This was throwing a wrench into his plans for the day.
"Yeah I... it's all so confusing here. Wonderful in a way, don't get me wrong but... when I heard about your hotel, it seemed safe."
The unknown demon's voice was soft, it pulled at his heart strings. The corpse of the bird was a puppet at its familiarity. It was a sickening feeling, the dead body of his hope being pulled up and twitched around for another's unknowing amusement. Alastor nearly faltered, hesitating on the last step.
"So are you actually interested in redemption?" Charlie asked, sounding downcast.
"Well, I'm not really sure yet. Is that okay? I mean, I just got here today and... either way, I love the idea of your hotel and I want to help. I could work as a maid? Or I'm a pretty good cook? My husband always said so anyways. I'm sort of trying to find someone too so... What I'm trying to say is that I could work until I've figured it out, if that is alright with you?"
Charlie hummed in thought as Alastor began to cross the room, heading straight for the pair.
"It's a bit unorthodox but, I suppose. We could always use another helping hand."
"Really!?" the stranger exclaimed, "Oh thank you!"
Alastor was over Charlie's shoulder practically now. She shifted on her feet, allowing Alastor to at last see the person she was talking to.
"So, what's your name?"
The demon opened her mouth to speak but, before a word could leave her lips, she was interrupted by a static filled voice. It brought back memories, hurt her heart to hear.
"Y/n."
There was no doubt about it. Even in her new demon form, Alastor knew. It was the curl of her hair, it was the brightness of her eyes, the way she held herself. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"When did you get here?" Charlie asked in confusion as she turned to the side, turning the pair into a group of three all facing one another, "Also, you know her? Oh my gosh, wait. Are you okay? I don't think I've ever seen you not smiling before."
Neither payed the princess any mind, each absorbed in one another's eyes. Y/n took a sutering half step forwards, her mouth slightly open.
"Alastor?"
It was barley more than a whisper. She took another step towards him, then yet another. Lifting her hand, she gently cupped it around his cheek. Instinctively, the Radio Demon leaned into the touch.
"It really is you... isn't it."
Alastor pulled Y/n into his arms, wrapping her in his frame and resting his chin on the top of her head. Y/n was frozen in shock for a moment before she returned the gesture, balling her fists in to the back of his coat.
"Wow. You guys really know each other." Charlie mumbled to herself, eyes wide.
The pair pulled apart, Alastor still holding Y/n's waist as Y/n held his coat. She looked up at him, disbelief etched into her features, her sentiments reflected back to her in Alastor's own face.
"I thought..." he mumbled, raising a hand and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I thought I'd never see you again."
Y/n laughed tearfully.
"Me too."
"Where have you been? What happened? What... what took you so long?"
"If I had known I was coming to you, I would have died way sooner. I lived, Al. That's what happened. I only just got here today."
"I know, I heard, but what... what kept you?"
Y/n heard the tremor in his voice, the fear. She looked up at him, eyes narrowed.
"Are you jealous?"
Alastor's eyes flicked to the side momentarily. One of his ears twitched. It might have been nearly ninety years since they had last seen one another, they might've looked completely different and had whole lives the other wasn't in, but it felt like they had just seen one another yesterday.
"Oh, you so are!" Y/n teased brightly.
"Y/n."
"Yeah, yeah. It's just dumb is all, especially now I know you've been here all along."
"So tell me."
Y/n had always loved his insistence. It was what kept Alastor to his code, kept him to her, kept him him. She smiled once again.
"Soooo..." Charlie stepped in, her hands behind her back, "Either of you want to explain?"
Both Alastor and Y/n at last turned to look at her. He was smiling again, Charlie noticed. Not the normal ear to ear grin, teeth bared, she was used to. Something smaller, something softer. They released one another, only for Alastor to immediately drape an arm over Y/n's shoulders. It almost seemed like each feared the other would vanish into thin air if they weren't physically touching. She reached a hand up, gently holding his hand where it hung off her shoulder, keeping him to her.
"Charlie, this is my darling, lovely wife."
Y/n shoved him playfully and he smiled down at her.
"You're married!?"
"Yes." Y/n nodded, "We are. Have been for what, like one hundred years now?"
"So what kept you?" Alastor asked again and Y/n sighed.
"You really aren't going to let this go, are you?"
He shook his head. Y/n slipped out from under Alastor's arm, taking both his hands in hers. Her fingers traced his knuckles, the lines of his bones beneath the surface of his skin. Her eyes watched their hands, she sighed.
"After... well, Al, you died burying a body. It was hard for people not to know. I..."
"You got caught? You went to jail?" Alastor interrupted, his smile having fallen once again.
Y/n laughed slightly under her breath.
"No, heart. I stopped my own work but, the whole world knew of yours. I thought that... it was so dumb! I thought that... if I was alive, then so was the real version of you in some way. Not the true crime, vandalized version, but the person I knew."
Alastor lifted her face to his, his hand lingering under her chin.
"You were always secretly quite the romantic, weren't you."
"Oh hush you."
"Make me."
Y/n cheeks suddenly flushed bright red.
"Okay!" Charlie interrupted, laughing nervously, "Okay, well, I'm happy for... this, um, Alastor! Why don't you show Y/n around?"
"With pleasure."
Alastor leaned down, kissing Y/n gently. Her hand was half raised to burry itself in his hair when he pulled away, smirking in response to Y/n's irritated glare. Linking arms with her, he began leading Y/n to the staircase.
"I must say, I rather like this new look of yours." he hummed placidly.
"You're not half bad yourself deer boy, if a little cocky."
"I was always cocky. That's what you liked about me."
"Wrong. It's only one of the things I love about you."
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Next Part -> Cover Up pt. 3
#x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor the radio demon#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#radio demon#radio demon x you#radio demon x reader#the radio demon#alastor x y/n#alastor x you#wife!reader#Alastor x wife!reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin#x reader requests#x reader fanfic#requested#request#requests#x reader oneshot#x reader one shot#request one shot#one shot#oneshot#part two#cover up
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“… so basically just about everyone in my life has tried to kill me at least once, it’s kinda become my go-to way of making friends, just striking up a conversation with anyone who shoots me. It’s worked with just about all of the rogues in my hometown, including my clone-turned-sister who I had brunch with just last week. Even my parents used to shoot at me, but that was only for like a year or so and in their defense they didn’t actually know it was me, haha. It’s kinda funny, the only person who ever managed to actually kill me was a friend of mine who didn’t technically kill me the first time, and then only did it a second time to fix some rewritten timeline stuff, and I still dated her for a while after that. Oh, speaking of dating, my first girlfriend tried to kill me WHILE we were dating, but again, in her defense, she didn’t know it was me haha. But yeah, that’s kinda why I kept talking to that guy while he was pummeling me, just a bit of a pattern I’ve wound up developing. Anyway, what was the question again?”
“… How did you get in my safe house, and do you need medical attention.”
“Oh! I crashed through the window, and probably. Also, I’m gonna pass out.”
And then Danny passed out.
#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc fanfic#I don’t really have much context for this#I just thought it would be funny if Danny showed up in some random hero’s safehouse covered in injuries#and instead of elaborating on those injuries#just winds up talking about how it’s totally not that big a deal he’s totally had worse than this#you should see what his ex girlfriend did to him haha#and said hero just. not knowing what to say here
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The cover art I drew for my fanfic Stranded Lullaby on ao3, from the series I Still Feel Alive. Leo gets stuck in the Prison Dimension a little longer than in canon, with the unexpected company of Future Leonardo.
Also first real post woop woop
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt#tmnt 2018#rottmnt leo#rise leo#leo rottmnt#rise leonardo#future leonardo#artwork#art#digital art#fan art#fan fiction#fanart#fanfic#rottmnt movie#angst#angst with a happy ending#cover art#tw blood#tw violent imagery#rottmnt future leo#daflangstlairdeart#daflangstlairdefanfic#dfl rottmnt isfa
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Pedido #11
Flores por toda parte – por @tipogirassol
Shipp: Meanie / Grupo: Seventeen
— Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/332338373?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Sysaaw&wp_originator=h8IBPCOrORi06hS0di3M386SRJlwPzhaJwnbiUxPVqxL5ZIFVDWsIbpqUlIeFvwMt2UIT3%2BZMhRLA1Owb0WCjk%2BFY4Nz5Q3DEId0ikNFEDxNehcrfEdu06ZsR%2FzdWP96
Admito, esse daqui deu um trabalhinho, principalmente quando falamos da fonte dourada! Mas isso são detalhes, o modelo diferente me fez ampliar meu conhecimento, além de ter ficado muito lindo TuT deem uma chance a fic e sigam a tipogirassol! Ela merece tudo de bom ✨️
#fanfics cover#kpop fanfic cover#sysaaw#seventeen#wattpad#wattpad cover#meanie#svt mingyu#svt wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#kim mingyu
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Any time I see any gaalee, I sorta think like; Gaara cripples Rock Lee then they reconcile after the Kimimaro fight and they're supposed to just move on, but:
"How does Gaara handle this kind of thing? How does Rock Lee handle this?"
How do you go about this kinda traumatic incident? Gaara feels horribly guilty now that he's healing and learning. Rock Lee persevering through his injuries and accepting Gaara into his life. They're both learning and adapting to make the most of their lives. Every now and then, Gaara's guilt presents itself as a panic attack, and Rock Lee handles this by soothing him. Considering that Rock Lee is the one who actually went through this trauma, I wonder how he handles it.
I'm sure in this au there is ✨️ninja therapy✨️
#art#artists on tumblr#gaara x rock lee#gaara#lee x gaara#gaara fanart#gaalee#sabaku no gaara#rock lee#comic#I'm certain there are tons of fanfics out there that cover this topic for this pairing#i haven't found any that capture this sorta vibe yet#naruto fanart#naruto
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Seems like I’m on a creative spree and can’t stop making book covers for dbd fics so here’s another one! I really like the outcome of this one, and yes, I’m already discussing with artists and authors for sharing a third one 🤭
Using @pawspaintsnthings / @ouchmyghostskin ‘s art for @safaiagem ‘s fic ✨
Again, NOT for selling distribution.
Here’s the link for people wanting to read it : https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577013
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Fanfic Classics Series ⏳🪐🌌 This batch of fanfiction deals with the multiverse!!! Time travel!!! Imminent thoughts about life and death!! Past lives and dreams of a future together — get ready to witness a love for the ages.
the earth from a distance by spqr
A Beginner’s Guide to the Afterlife by mcsyndrome
Us, infinite (unfortunately) by @thecouchsofa
"An Emerald In The Sky" by @corvuscrowned
In Every Universe by @skeptiquewrites
Our Little Life by @tackytigerfic
Dwelling by aideomai
there will be time, there will be time by @amywaterwings
Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks. by orphan_account
Everything is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet
The Star Splitter by @oflights
art credits + some cover commentary under the cut :)
I had a lot of fun finding/using artworks with circles, lines, and shapes to symbolize different worlds/universes and/or the passage of time...
Artworks used, in order:
"Several Circles" by Wassily Kandinsky (1926)
"To all appearances, it was a hand of flesh and blood just like my own" by Odilon Redon (1896) — A ghostly hand that fits the plot. The artwork's title goes with the fic so well too...
"(#2) (from series, Quantum)" by Garo Antreasian (1966)
"The story of the sun, moon, and stars (1898)" by Agnes Giberne — inspired by the summary "Somewhere along the way, Draco realizes he's been thinking in lines, when he should have been thinking in circles." The original artwork comes with a caption 'Stars whose distances are well-known'... I really feel that it fits since Draco was named after a constellation... Also, the star-circles have numbers on them, which could be interpreted as H/D through different ages...
Max Brückner’s Collection of Polyhedral Models (1900) — Exploring different parallel universe versions of yourself... the more things change, the more they stay the same.
"Construction (SM lg71)" by László Moholy-Nagy (1924) — some mild spoilers for the fic! inspired by the phrases "...plot a path through the many universes such that he would never die." / "flickering through timelines? Just getting glimpses, really" .
"Fish Magic" by Paul Klee (1925)
"The Terrace at Saint-Germain, Spring" by Alfred Sisley (1875)
"Arrival of the Normandy Train, Gare Saint-Lazare" by Claude Monet (1877)
"Charing Cross Bridge: Fog on the Thames" by Claude Monet (1903) — referenced in the fic. i try to pay attention!
"Boy with Kite" by Candido Portinari (1947) — Harry is a precious little lamb. more elaboration here
i’ve been making penguin classics-style covers for fics i have saved on my kindle, as inspired by zeziliazink and bubu0h’s works!
#taking you guys through my ao3 bookmarks#please read these (n give kudos and a heartfelt comment after)#kiss my covers#fanfic covers#drarry fanfic#hpdm#fanfic book covers#drarry book covers#harry x draco#drarry fic recs#hpdm fics#aideomai#spqr#tackytiger#skeptique#corvuscrowned#honeybeet#oflights#seefin#thecouchsofa#waterwings#mcsyndrome#kiss my recs#Dwelling#The Earth from a Distance#A Beginner's Guide to the Afterlife#There Will Be Time There Will Be Time#Us Infinite (Unfortunately)#public domain art#kiss with a list
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