Amalassss, i was stalking the author of the formula 1 fic on tumblr and saw your art and was like “?? Woww that is really similar to amalas style” lolll then i saw that it was youuu 💀💀 you have such a distinct style!! The art turned out great! Have you ever drawn Gojo? Welcome to the satosugu side of fandom!! You asked for fic recs for satosugu right? Ill come back later with a list for you
Hahah omg I love that!! Especially since it's not colored and doesn't have one of my signature clutter bgs and you still recognized it as mine! Love it!
I started the fic and binged it like crazy and now I'm in so deep! If I had the time I would draw so much fanart!! SO MUCH!!
I have drawn Gojo!! But not for the fic, and also only as some doodles. I did them some time ago to see how and if I could draw Gojo
I have some full scene fanart ideas in mind and wanted to see if I could draw Gojo and practice him a little. Sadly I didn't had the time yet to draw the full scene illustration. I want to do something with Geto and Gojo in 2006, but all is well and they are just chilling and enjoying a day together.
And now I also want to draw many scenes from the Coanda Effect fic. And I don't even know F1!!! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!
Send me time and energy and I'll draw all the art :D
[April and Matheias are sitting down, having a drink together as they converse about the bullshit Marco(Yandere COO) has put them through.]
Matheias:
"So, what did he do to you?"
April:
"He took (y/n) away from me and now threatens to kill me everyday..The fucker technically is the calls the shots for what happens in the company I work at so I can't even do anything! You?"
Matheias:
"He killed a friend of ours back in high school because she had a crush on his 'darling beloved', then tried to frame me for her murder. I tried warning (y/n), but they just didn't listen.."
Darling: *Rushes in a panic as they lock the door behind them. Hyperventilating as they ramble quickly about their findings*
Matheias:
"Huh, speak of the devil-"
Darling:
"You were right. He's batshit insane. He locked me up, pushed an old man because he looked at me, and is threatening to have me blacklisted from every job so that I have no source of income?! I'm so sorry, I should've listened..
Oh, Nico, child of the misunderstood God who is feared for the sole reason of death being his domain. Cursed by heritage and prejudice.
Oh, Nico, offspring of the God whose fields of power are dreams and sleep, too, for they are but a mirror of death. Little ghost wandering in-between. Child of the one who welcomes all, of the good host, of the invisible one; the one who accepts everyone and takes good care of his guests, one of good council, one of final rest. Dear boy, you who have inherited his everlasting kindness for what is kinder than to watch over the dead. Precious darling, you who hears the mute ones and speaks the will of the silent ones.
Oh, Nico, you alone know how soothing is the heaviness of a cold tombstone, how loving is the touch of soft cemetery grass, how genuine the adoration of quiet hymns and gentle cries. Ever-sweet, always-kind - not despite death being your father but because of it.