#fanficton fan art

[big-green-apple]

Carley's fanfic Wait for Me has recently received 100 kudos! She was so excited about reaching the goal that I dropped my other doodles-in-progress to work on this gift for her right away! Pencil sketching took hours since I'm out of practice when it comes to drawing hands. I had to take pictures of my own hands in heart poses to draw them properly! And I resorted to using my own pillow as a model to hold so I could get the finger positions right (the pillow's width was similar to my own from shoulder to shoulder). I should invest in an artists' wooden posing model. I did have fun messing around with the boys' curls; as you can see, I redesigned their hairstyles since the initial pencil doodles (may or may not be finalized). I'll draw them with slicked-back hair at a later date. I spent a lot of time over the weekend trying to figure out how I wanted to draw these two characters full-bodied while following the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss cartoon style. I found so much wrong with their arms, hands, and fingers when it came to proportions and positions that I went into OCD mode for hours on Photoshop until I was happy with the results. Ugh! My phone's camera photos are way too big, for some reason (big enough to make posters, I'd say). Resizing the image after editing on Photoshop messes with the quality so I decided to upload this art as it is: ginormous, yet high-quality. Sorry about the size. Next time, I'm shrinking the sketch photographs before editing on Photoshop to make reasonably-sized digital art. Anyway, I think this is my best work yet. I hope I got the colors right. Enjoy the translucent heart and the '30s fashion! (Seriously, the legs of the men's pants from that decade look too loose.)

If you're interested, check out Carley's fanfic on Wattpad or Archive of Our Own. You can also follow her on Twitter! Congratulations on 100 kudos, Carley! (By the way, I signed my art!)

[sydneighsays]

More out of context from my personal self-indulgent post phantom liberty fic

Nothing like a little eyeliner during a mental breakdown 💅🏼

Rando side character.

[comment-exchange]

We've barely had any submissions lately and I'd love to see some new ones in our inbox.

Do you have any under-appreciated fan works that could use more comments and attention? Why not submit them here so more people see them?

All types of fanworks are welcome as well as all fandoms. I'm looking forward to your submissions!

[sapphicseasapphire]

Work in progress for a comic I’m making! Still just sketching, so pretty much every thing here is subject to change. (Don’t worry, I’ll clean up the writing later!)

This is a scene from @illegiblehandwriting1 ’s amazing LU fanfiction: The Chosen and the Champion, chapter 15, in which Wild is a good friend and Sky is Not Vibing.

I haven’t drawn Sky’s scars yet. Or Wild’s. And to be honest, I’m pretty new to LU so I’m not entirely sure about their designs? So I just drew them pretty close to how they look in their respective games. (Please don’t come after me for that one, I’m trying my best haha!)

I still haven’t even gotten to the best part…

[starlitsilvereyes]

Harry sighs softly, the warmth of the sun basking on him as he sits by the open window of their small cottage, tucked away in the South of France. 

In the kitchen, Draco hums along a Muggle song from the Wireless. Harry still doesn’t know its title, but knows the lyrics from Draco singing it every morning as he makes robusta in the French press.

“I knew you, hand under my sweatshirt, baby, kiss it better.”

It’s been thirteen years since the War. The nightmares have subsided enough that Harry can now sleep eight hours a night – eleven, if Draco lets him – and he isn’t afraid of the dark anymore. 

Draco walks over to him, handing him his coffee in a ceramic cup engraved with stars they made on their seventh anniversary. Harry takes in the sight of Draco, wavy hair dishevelled from sleep and silver eyes bright as the golden sun. 

Harry once believed the world was black and white, but now, with Draco next to him, smelling of citrus and lavenders and freshly brewed coffee, Harry thinks the world might be colourful after all. 

“I love you.” Harry says at the same time as Draco. They look at each other in surprise, then, a second later, they’re laughing as the sun rises higher on the horizon. 

“I love you,” Draco says again, kissing the scar on Harry’s forehead. 

All is well.

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt: Colourful | Read on Ao3

(I was having a life is good moment this morning, and thought: I would like to share my happiness with Drarry, for once. )

art commissions: open

the drawing took like ten mins but the animation took an hour 😅

do not repost (reblogs welcome!)

[alluringskinwalker]

Honestly we need more king the wildfire fans in the fandom of one piece,He is such a well put together character and especially with the Lunairans lore..Listen....I might of stopped watching one piece after I seen king get defeated I'm not trying to sound insane or anything but I wanna treat this man right honestly when I see him I foam at the mouth.

Some of the wattpads I read make him seem more developed, I think we can all agree that king definitely needs to show up again in one piece and make a comeback especially with the link of the Lunairans and Joyboy.

Some fan arts

Also...Is nobody gonna talk about younger kaidou..!?

This is just me begging for people to write more fanfictons and fan art of king the wildfire and feel free to tag me in them.

[sunny-m00n]

Ok the AI stuff was fun at first but the more I look into it the more I understand where Ray Bradbury was going with some of his work-

But seriously I’m starting to get really worried about the state of creative endeavors. If we are replacing the heart and soul of fandoms (roleplay, vrchat impression shenanigans, fandubs with casts of actual people, fanficton, fanart, etc.) with AI generated nothing-meal, we are going to watch the spirit of creation out of love die. Seeing people make what they want to see, and what others may want to see, out of pure love for a piece of media is what makes fandom a unique aspect of internet culture. It feels like more and more we are handing over the magic of the internet to corporations to mash into bland goo for use to just see and forget. Please stop making AI art and please stop using AI to make actor’s voices. It ruins people who depend on this form of expression for one reason or another and it takes the magic of creativity and performance away. We are already loosing our old internet for more “modern” slop that is all the same nothing. If we don’t do something and stop using, or at the very least try to lower the amount of usage for this stuff, we will loose the magic of man-made entertainment and expression. I hope you read this and have at the very least limited the amount of AI usage you partake in. I know it’s hard with so many sites and everything using them to make things “easier”, but please try, for originally and what makes fans of a show or game or whatever have some contribution to our favorite media…

Have a wonderful day.

-Sunny F. Moon.

[sebastiansstea]

ACCOUNT UPDATE

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I’m going to make a masterlist of my fanfictons, art, and head canons in a folder. It’ll be edited into my pinned post just incase anyone is curious but it might not be done until tomorrow. (EST time)

I’m still taking questions and requests for art but I’m currently writing a Kabuto x reader right now so I’m holding off on taking further x reader requests.

If you ever want to keep updated for when they open back up you can always check my pinned post and it should say.

Thank you for interacting with my content, It means a lot to me.

(Please read more down here too.)

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I am deciding to post a combination of Naruto and Code Geass content because I’ve currently developed a hyperfixation on Code Geass and I still very much like Naruto.

With that being said, I don’t just take Naruto requests. If you’re a Code Geass fan (or a fan of Lloyd) then feel free to ask for more of that content.

Thank you for reading and I will post later.

[foxalotlposts]

ig since I've got over 2 notes I should make an intro or something-

HELLO the existing, my name is Amy/Amyy! I'm a fan artist/writer who will occasionally post original art, but mostly MCYT and other fandoms I'm hyperfixated on!

I go by they/he/she/it, and I'm sapphic (women✨so pretty) and demisexual (don't flirt with me (im also a minor) unless its and ACTUAL joke and we are close!)

i write fanficton on Ao3, as FoxalotlWrites!

I'm from Scotland, and so you will all be sleeping when I'm awake :') sorry ig

I do requests! No commissions yet, but you can ask for lil doodle that I can do! Either for fandoms I'm in, ocs of yours (please provide reference), and MCYT!

SHINY DUO HERO AU MASTER POST LINK

My tags:

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[the-mini-muse]

Check out my Artbreeder page for concept art ideas and character portrait examples for fan fiction or your own stories. 

https://www.artbreeder.com/theminimuse

examples...

[grailacademy]

FAQ Update: Where’s Grail Academy?

“Where is Grail Academy?” It’s still here! Have faith in us, we’re working hard to put out the best story we can. Though we will admit, things have been very slow lately. 

“Is Grail Academy dead or on hiatus?” EBNY isn’t going away any time soon! This story is way too important to us to give up now. Esmerelda, Bernard, Nico, and Yorick have many more adventures to go on. 

“What have you been doing this whole time?” Combined with college, jobs, other projects, and personal lives, things can get a bit overwhelming! We haven’t had as much time to sit down and write as we usually have, much less draw and create more art to accompany it. 

“What is the plan for future chapter updates?” To help lighten our work loads, the Grail team will be spacing out updates to be less frequent. Instead of weekly on every Monday, we will now operate on one chapter a month, with smaller mini-chapters scattered in between. To make up for the lack of activity, the new Grail Academy updates will be longer, roughly 6 pages worth! That means more content for you to enjoy! 

“What’s in store for team EBNY next?” We’ve got some BIG plans coming up in the next few chapters, so keep an eye out! Let’s just say, time flies when you’re part of a story as crazy as this one. 

”Will there be any more previews and clues posted between chapter updates?” Of course there will! If you’ve already cracked all the codes, you should definitely go back and listen through the Spotify playlists for each member of EBNY. There are some very informative songs on all of them 😉. Besides that, we will also be making more interpretive art pieces for the story as previews! Poetry, symbols, photography, collage, video, drawings, we even have some sculpture pieces in the works! 

In the end, Grail Academy is an amazing, insane, emotional investment. It’s a project that will take time to fully form, and is constantly expanding to find new ways to communicate the story. Whether chapters are frequent or scarce, we won’t stop until the story is finished. This is something we have been working on for years, pouring all our skills, resources, and love for the characters into it every chance we get. So hold on tight, because it’s about to get a lot more fun.

[comment-exchange]

Welcome

Hi to all the new people who found Comment Exchange in the last few days and thank you @longlivefeedback for the signal boost!

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Happy commenting!

[shironezuninja]

If anybody is leaving Tumblr, I have a DeviantArt profile where I post a lot of my DM fanfiction. A friend of mine made these Commissioned artwork for me, and I would appreciate it if anyone would help her feel a little welcomed and loved on DeviantArt more.

[starlitsilvereyes]

HD Wireless 2021 Fic and Art Claim

[dottiechan]

Phantom Limb Pt. 4 (Mrir’nittha’rrina (f!BH) x Arcann)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Summary: After Torian’s funeral, Arcann is with Mrir on every step of her recovery from grief and heartbreak. Written in Arcann’s POV.

Warnings: mentions of death, NSFW-ish hints (but no real NSFW content!)

A/N: Wow, I’m actually letting something good happen to Mrir for once. Welp.

(Art, OC, and fic belong to me. Reference picture used for my art: x)

It’s been a year, yet I cannot rid my mind of a specific memory. It’s been burnt into my heart vividly, and it stubbornly preserves every little aspect down to the tiniest detail. Even the thought of it sends a jolt of adrenaline through my body, and I force my tense limbs that are entangled with hers to stay still. She’s finally sleeping. And I will be the last person to take that away from her. So I concentrate on my breathing, as a Jedi Knight had taught me in the Force Enclave of Odessen after my joining of the Alliance. In and out, center yourself, acknowledge your emotions and then wave them goodbye. The acknowledgement is working, but I have problems with letting go. My arms involuntarily tighten around her exhausted, small form.

How ironic and almost morbid it is, that Mrir’s and my story began exactly in this position: her back pressed against my chest, my arms wrapped around her torso to keep her safe, her fingers desperately clutching my forearms. Then, I was trying to keep her from marching into her own fiery death in the arms of her dead lover. Now, I’m trying to save her from the darkness inside her threatening to consume her. The real her. The part of her that has not given up on love and kindness and the inherent goodness of people.

Patience is yet another virtue I have begun to cultivate after being cleansed of Valkorion’s legacy, that malevolent rot eating away at my heart. And I am willing to wait for her to build herself up again after being broken down completely. When she became our Empress, she had been reduced to less than she had ever been. Heartbroken, burnt-out, cynical, untrusting... Everything I had secretly adored in her with childish excitement was lost the moment Torian Cadera ceased to exist. Every time I think about that man, I hate myself a little more, because his death – as upsetting and horrible as it had been for all of the Alliance – has given me an opportunity to love Mrir without shame and without hiding. It allowed me to fill that emptiness she could not occupy by herself. The night of Torian’s funeral was an ending from many perspectives; it was the end of a marriage, of a life, of one of the many possibilities the future holds... but it was my beginning. In her eyes, that was the moment I became me. Who I really am. Not just a redeemed formal enemy, the hypothetical idea of a man. But a real person; a person with a heart that beats together with hers and a body that can touch and hold her. I knew at that moment, and I know even now, that she surrendered herself to me when she stopped struggling in my arms while my mother sang her to a dreamless, heavy sleep.

However, I don’t delude myself. I will never take the place of Torian in her heart. Mrir’s affection and possibly even love for me will always be bested by the feelings she harbors for Torian. The phantom limb, as she likes to describe her yearning for him. She doesn’t understand yet, but it is possible to live through such a loss. Maybe not alone, and not without a strong heart, but she lacks neither. Even though she had voiced no commitment, I had vowed to never leave her. In the end, I think to myself with a bitter smile, you had been right, Heskal. You can’t cheat destiny. And mine is to stay by her side.

I intend to do just that. Like I’ve been doing for the past year. With my arms tightly around her.

I remember the nights when she was muted by grief and heartache and she found shelter in my embrace. Neither of us could sleep; she was tormented by her pain, and I was tormented by her mind that, like a wound in the live tissue of the Force, vibrated with distress and utter loneliness. I remember the first night I clumsily made love to her; the bare skin of her back burning my chest as we chased pleasure as a momentary solution for heartache. I still recall the tears of guilt in her eyes as she found her release soundlessly in my arms. I remember all the nights she spent staring at our interlaced fingers, thinking I was asleep. I remember every brawl and fight I had to save her from by forcefully dragging her away. Every reassuring hug she asked for when things weren’t going well for the Alliance. Every argument we had, with her fists hitting my chest over and over before she’d break down crying. Every reconciliation. Every kiss. Everything.

Mrir stirs awake in my arms. She often wakes up crying at night, and as I am about to move closer to console her like I’d usually do, she wriggles around in my embrace to face me with a sleepy smile on her face. Her voice is raspy, but it’s laced with the smile she’s wearing, resulting in the most heavenly sound for my ears.

“What are you doing up, chuckles? You’re the one who’s always reprimanding me for not sleeping, and now look at you.”

I snort, but my face lights up with a smile matching hers. I know better than to argue with her, so I allow her to cuddle up to me as I close my eyes.

Mrir might insist on the fact that some things cannot be replaced. And maybe she is right. We’ve all lost parts of us we will never ever get back or replace – Scyva knows I know. But moments like these convince me that it isn’t impossible to go on and hope. Because sometimes, what initially arrives in our lives as a replacement, can become a real part of us as well.

[hezurkubo]

This has been a batshit CRAZY month but I’m still working on some fan stuff. Some of it is slightly more suggestive than ‘this site’ will allow so I’m not sure where to post it but I’ll figure it out.