#mattie does art

[funsetsunset]

I want you to know this was the only thing that gave me enough motivation to draw after weeks of not doing it.

[girlbragging]

[itspileofgoodthings]

I love the rhyming on ttpd. can only think of two examples currently but I know there’s more.

[koolkat9]

Really random but does your drag queen Matt still exist :3

Oh absolutely! Maple Sugar is always in the back of my mind

[reinabeestudio]

How can he see himself in the mirror if he's a vampire. Let's discuss

[matty-m]

The Interdimensional Prince as Zamasu from Dragon Ball Super because i felt like it

[abetterscarletletter]

i feel like "it's disgusting, irresponsible, and hypocritical of taylor to associate with someone as problematic as m*tty, especially while presumably still wanting to be seen as an ally in the fight for social justice, and fans have every right to criticise her for it" and "expecting any person, but especially a celebrity who's rich and famous enough to not have lived in the real world for many years, to be a perfect paragon of virtue and not a fallible human being is always, without exception, setting yourself up for disappointment" are statements that need to coexist

[reijndeers]

thanks to @cybertomii for reminding me how much i love these two 🫶🫶 had so much fun with this drawing icl

[allylikethecat]

matty plural being “matties” and not “mattys” i can’t😭😭😭

MATTIES

Matties

matties *with a heart has the dot above the i

Listen, this is my blog and my fictional universes if I want to make the plural of Fictional!Matty "Fictional!Matties" instead of "Fictional!Mattys" I will be doing so lol it brings me a lot of joy and also despite my name ending in a "y" I think it's cuter when the "ee" sound is spelled "-ie" because as you have illustrated you can USE A HEART INSTEAD OF A DOT ON THE "i"!! I wonder if I'm too old to try and rebrand with a different spelling of *my* name... But yes we have many Fictional!Matties on this blog... if I had any kind of artistic talent I would draw a cartoon version of them all together and create a visual representation of the main squad (All the King's Horses Fictional!Matty, On a Friday Fictional!Matty, Make Way for Ducklings Fictional!Matty, The Infection Verse Fictional!Matty and maybe we'd even include You Know Where the City Is Fictional!Matty...) but alas I am not artistically gifted so there will be no great collection of Fictional!Matties illustration RIP.

Thank you so much for reading and for sending me this ask! I hope you continue to enjoy my fics and that you have a WONDERFUL Monday and a FANTASTIC rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[fastmelodic6661]

✨🫧☁️happy In The End It Always Does day to all who celebrate ☁️🫧✨

in honor of Japanese House’s new album, here are three silly little paintings i did for Sunshine Baby, Boyhood and f a r a w a y (even if that song’s from Good At Falling)

i cried while listening to it when i was driving to work this morning 🕺✨

[funsetsunset]

Euphoric first feeding 🩸

[girlbragging]

this bitch so real

[the-river-of-light]

some new OCs! from left to right: Mattie, Spencer, Damian

[fckthtgetmoney]

my favorite pictures of matty healy 39/?

all pictures are from pinterest!

[wtlb]

[siriuslylantsov]

through your eyes i see, a smile you bring to me

matt murdock with sculptor!gf who makes a sculpture of him because she wants to have matt see himself through her eyes.

sculptor!gf who has him sit for a few hours, she thinks its a tortuous process as she takes rough sketches, pictures from different angles, and carves out the main areas of his face into the clay but he doesn't mind–he focuses on her breathing and the beat of her heart as he meditates.

it's made over the next days, in a little studio where sculptor!gf works tirelessly. it has to be perfect.

“don't sacrifice your style for my sake,” matt says one day when she tells him about how tedious it is to smooth out the clay. he knows that when she usually sculpts, it's rough, patches of clay pressed over each other in textured harmony. “you won't be able to feel it then,” she murmurs distractedly, hunched over her workspace. “it doesn't matter, angel. it’s your eyes isn't it?” he counters and she begrudgingly concedes, she hides her smile and he can feel it in the way she bites into her lip.

she doesn't know how far his sight goes, if she can even call it that. does he know what he looks like? is he only able to picture himself from before the accident? when he was a child? does he feel his face like he carefully did hers when she walked him up to his apartment after a night out with foggy and karen? she plans to ask him these things later, she still has so many questions about his situation but for now this will do.

when it's finally finished and she presents it to him, she's a nervous wreck. he can hear the way her heart races as she sets it down on his coffee table. the way her muscles strain slightly tells him the piece is heavy and he thinks about how she carried it all the way over to his place, his lips curling into a small smile. he pats the seat beside him for her to sit.

he reaches out to the mass he senses in front of him, hands settling over what he assumed was his hair. to be fair the texture did make it difficult to feel but it was clear that he passed over the swoop of his hair when he did. his fingers trail lower and she watches intently as they purposefully skim over his forehead, then his eyebrows, over the bridge of his nose. they part as the drag over the highs of his cheeks and down to his jaw where the dried clay replicates his scruff that she oh so admires. one hand drops down to her knee where he caresses lightly in appreciation and the other curls around the back of the sculpture's neck, thumb hooking around under his chin. 

he pauses there, noting the placement of a scar, right above his adam's apple, where a line of raised skin used to reside, now less prominent due to time passed but there nonetheless. his thumb passes over it a few times, recalling how when he first met her that cut was fresh–he’d never have known stumbling half-dead into her art studio months ago would have led to this and god was he grateful for whoever beat him up that night. 

she leans her head against his shoulder, also thinking what he was. she presses a kiss into his shirt, “do you like it?”

“yeah. i really do,” he whispers earnestly, “thank you.”

she lifts from his shoulder to hold his face, similar to how he was with the mound of clay but with infinitely more care. “i don't think i could ever replicate how perfect you are,” she matches his tone, a little sad. it makes her sad that he’ll never truly be able to see himself but it’s ok, she’ll be there to tell him–and show him–for however long she can. 

for @neverthatsirius-jo (my fellow mattie enthusiast)