Summary: Ever since he was a kid, Anakin Skywalker has always wanted to be a pilot. However, after the death of his mother and being left all alone with his adoptive sister Ahsoka, his hopes have been slapped away. Working as a mechanic at an auto shop in a small Nevada town, Anakin provides for himself and his sister. However, a series of events cause Anakin’s dreams to resurge and return, this time forming into a purpose.
Deployed in the Pacific Theatre, Anakin will find himself taking part in the deadliest conflict in human history, and it is here where he will learn the true meaning of sacrifice, valor, and fortitude…if he can survive.
“He turned his head but couldn’t see Steve, and his voice sounded still far away. (…) If Loki leaped down now, the waters would swallow him before the soldier could discover him.”
Art for my friend’s LawAce fanfic. In this story, Law has Anterograde amnesia ( a loss of the ability to create new memories after the event that caused amnesia ) which is updated every week, and in order to somehow save his memories, he writes everything down in his diaries. And since he met Ace after an injury, every week he falls in love with him again and forgets every monday.
He reached into his bag and proudly held out the Buchimaru plush. It was older, worn down, and one of the ears was missing, but it held a certain charm that Makoto couldn’t deny.
“No problem!” He stepped up to her and took her hands and adjusted her grip on the gun.
Her cheeks immediately flushed. His hands were surprisingly soft for how much he punched things in the Metaverse.
That’s when her body took over and threw itself at Ryuji, enveloping him in a tight hug. He let out a soft, “Oof!”, but wrapped his arms around her.
She sobbed quietly into his shoulder and didn’t mind when he ran his hand through her hair, whispering softly to her.
“I better not,” she replied, leaning her head into his shoulder.
just a messy Milena and Lambert, inspired by “you’d look good in red” scene.
Going to take a moment to thank the author, because as much as I liked it I’ve always been frustrated with The Witcher world; the potential that was there but un-fulfilled, which was exactly what your AU explored. I love reading and re-reading your work, so thanks very much for writing and sharing it so openly.
ps liked the tree so much had to use it twice somehow pps wanted to do the crown version a lot so of course I don’t like it ppps incidentally, the tree that I primarily used for the reference turned out to be the oldest tree ever. and i just liked how it went all spiral
“Whenever I figured ya had a good hand or something, you’d knit your brows together like this—” explained Hank as he mimicked Connor’s behavior by furrowing his brows together, “You do that and everyone can tell your thinking of something.” . . . . . If there was something Connor had a hard time learning, it was Poker lol
[ID: Two portraits of Tim Stoker (a muscular east asian man with short black hair, moles, and circular scars on his arms and face) and Martin Blackwood (a fat white man with medium length red hair, beard, and freckles), respectively. Both of them have a wild look on their faces, as Tim is in the process of swinging a mace, and Martin is lighting a sheet of paper with a match, the fire’s light illuminating most of his face while Tim’s is partly obscured. Tim spots a big grin, yet one of the edges turns into a grimace, while Martin has an idle smile. //End ID]
bonus under the cut (that i got too lazy to properly shade and color and stuff u_u as one does)
[ID: A sketch in reds of Tim and Martin making out, as Tim is seated on a desk dragging Martin closer by the back of his head and grabbing onto his shirt. Fire spreads all around them, illuminating their profiles in the dark. In the background there are some empty bookcases, and behind them pieces of rubber, and what looks like a painting’s frame engulfed by the fire. //End ID]
Doodle after reading Soup for the Soup Boy by lavenderhoneys which is SO cute and funny, and bc now I’m thinking about the times where Essek tried the soups. He knows they’re gonna be horrific but his destructive wizard curiosity won’t let him rest until he sees what it tastes like. Maybe one or two are weirdly good but most he regrets. It does not stop him from trying them again.
My interpretation of an Auco kaminoan from Live to Fight Another Day. I wanted to draw one for a long time, all the worldbuilding on the Kaminoans in this fic is soooo good!
I can’t believe I finally finished it! I started to draw the first page over a year ago and now it’s done, I’m so happy! I learned so much while drawing these, it’s completely out of my comfort zone but I felt very inspired and it was a blast to draw!
Don’t hesitate to read the fic, there is more than what I have drawn. I hope I did it justice.
Another sneak peek of the fanart I started months ago. It’s ¾ done now so I hope to finish it before the end of the year. This image without context doesn’t make much sense but I like the dynamic.
Did I ever mention that LtFAD is my endless source of inspiration? This is a fanart for chapter 3: In A Different LightofOne Of A Million: Cody and Rex.
This is a WIP/teaser of a fanart I’m working on. I wish I had finished the whole thing for Star Wars Day but I can’t draw fast to save my life… Anyway, say hello to Sev!
This one is creepy but I really enjoyed drawing it. I experimented a bit with the shading and used a single grayscale layer per character. I think I like the result but I find this method harder to work with than cell-shading.
