final project for one of my classes this last semester! made a sample comic cover/pages based on the fic Black Honey by @birdfeetenjoyer (it’s an excellent story go read it go read it go read it go read it) also tumblr ate the quality of the images so click on them to make them look good again pls QvQ
I’m almost at the end of a fanfic and it’s all going down.
On Tumblr to try to breath before I probably end sobbing. Oh I’m gonna be so screwd after this one.
Why is it so well written. Why do I keep reading what I know will end in horrible pain?
I’m now trying to avoid what I know is going to happen by refusing to read the next sentence.
I would say “Dispaired sobbing* but I’m actually crying so… Fuck this.
Oh Jesus I remember one time I will never forget where I was reading a Crimeboys fanfic that I don’t remember the name of and they said the triggers were in the comments and it had the "chose not to use major archive warnings” and I’m just like “eh, it’s probably like "graphic violence” where like somebody gets stabbed or something like that".
I have read some Crimeboys fics that just destroyed me. Some of them I would’ve never guessed.
For the maybe somewhat known maybe not so much (I am not talking about Passerine. We all know about Passerine)
i’ll be the one to keep you warm and safe - This might have only 13 comments but don’t let that fool you. I literally found this one by going to the Crimeboys tag, clicking the first work and being hit so hard I just didn’t know how to react.
A Notebook - The fact that this fic is a zombie apocalypse au is the least important thing about this one I fic. Probably one of the fics I cried the most too… Because it hit too close to home somehow.
New Deceit’s an Old Design - because I couldn’t just not mention this one. A super hero au that isn’t really about Heroes or Vigilantes. Maybe on the surface. But Tommy really has more pressing issues.
And if you’re gonna talk about spoilers and why it broke you I’m gonna do that too. Spoilers for all three, in order. Also a bunch of trigger warnings and very uncomfortable scenarios that I won’t say because just saying them is spoilers. Just know things don’t go very well.
This story is basically Tommy, in November 16th, looking at Wilbur’s corpse, laying there while Tommy tries to salvage Wilbur’s coat, and remembering the time when Wilbur lost his second life - Wilbur getting hit with an arrow and not dying instantly. He died of an infection. It’s awful because you see Tommy, who doesn’t really know what he’s doing, trying to do all he can to save Wilbur. And it lasts an eternity. And he dies. And Wilbur’s last moments of his second death? When he started to not being able to think straight because of the fever and pain? Heartbreaking. Worsened by the fact that Wilbur promised Tommy he’d never die in front of Tommy ever again. As you know that promise wasn’t fulfilled.
This fic. I can’t believe I cried of happiness after Wilbur died. Let me explain: This fic is not about the zombie apocalypse exactly. Wilbur was planning to kill himself at the beginning. We know this since this fic is basically the diary entries of Wilbur in the notebook. Then the apocalypse happened and Wilbur got that feeling of “This is not what I planned or wanted so I don’t want to die like this”. Along the way he meets Tommy, Technoblade and Philza. They all die either by being bitten and running away, an infection that wasn’t treated well enough and Tommy for last who after being bitten killed himself with Wilburs pistol (who Wilbur had planned to use to kill himself). Wilbur is so proud of Tommy then. Wilbur ends up dying in a fire. Now, the reason it particularly made me almost happy that Wilbur died was not that he died, it was how. I was happy because Wilbur died trying to survive. In the last moments he didn’t try to kill himself. He tried to survive and keep his memory safe. And he did - Niki was the one to report the finding of the notebook in the end. Considering Wilbur was so suicidal it just hit me so hard. A d a lot of it weirdly hit with my personal experience. I guess it was s mix of understanding of the almost excuses that are done to keep oneself from killing themself (“There’s an Apocalypse now so it feels weird to kill myself with the pistol”) and almost being pround in the end that Wilbur chose to fight. I don’t know if others would have the same reaction to this one as I did. It’s a very strange set of emotions.
Sometimes, when you read sick fics, extimates of one’s life span are very precise. In real life that doesn’t really happen. Sometimes people last way longer than what the doctor gave them — sometimes they last less. I don’t really need to explain in which category Wilbur falls into. It was especially impactful because I wasn’t expecting it honestly. Tommy had done everything I thought he could do. Tommy foreced Wilbur to see a doctor. Wilbur got to talk to Niki for a possible solution. They found something that would stabilise Wilbur and would give them time for getting it resolved. Tommy got Quackity to deliver the very expensive and rare thing to come in the fastest shipping available (very luxury type). Yet, in the end, Wilbur told Tommy “I love you” and went to sleep and didn’t wake up. And Tommy didn’t get to say it back. I might forget this whole ass fic but I will never forget the scene when Tommy noticed Wilbur died. Tommy noticed quickly since they literally hadn’t money for a good house and had to basically sleep in the same bed. Tommy got up, thought about who to call. An ambulance would do nothing. Niki wouldn’t be able to do anything. Wilbur was already dead. So Tommy just calls Ranboo and Tubbo. They say they’d be there the quicker they could. Tommy hangs up. Lays in bed again. Next to Wilbur. Just. I don’t even wanna unpack any of this. I don’t know. Tommy just, going through it, not wanting to process that even after everything he’d done he couldn’t save Wilbur. The thought that the estimate had given just some days more. The device was so close to arriving but Wilbur didn’t make it. The way it almost seems mundane. Tommy can’t deal with it so he just wants to go back to sleep, when he’s literally next of what is quite frankly, what (or who) is giving him so much despair. This fic might have ended in a somewhat happy ending (thank Karl a million times over) but that scene broke me down in a way that’s difficult to achieve.
