#fanception

[stealingpotatoes]

painting based on @spell-cleaver's absolutely incredible senator luke + empress amidala fic, the protégé!!

[paperback-rascal]

Inspired by @potio-kanjiklub-zevzeca's post ->[LINK]<-

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EDIT | part 2 -> [LINK] <-

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

[wheucto]

they're ranting about something

[thecoffeelorian]

Beginner's doodle of Clone Trooper Reece, for @trixie2023 and any other Clone Simps out there.

The question is, did he learn side-eye from Jango Fett or Padme Amidala...?? 🤔🤔

[vaathnaos]

Hi!!! Sorry to barge in but i drew a little sky for you?

I love love LOVE your comic shifting sands AND your art style!!!!

I hope you like him :D!!! (Also…totally not drawing Time rn… eheh)

NO WAY. I can’t believe this!!!!! Fanart of my Fanart!!

Thank you sooo much! This looks amazing!!

[nescamonster]

Not terrible moment

So I am in love with @asterbae 's amazing Fic "Perfect Slaughter" on Ao3. Unfortunately I was not blessed with the artistic streak, all I can do is offer up is a non cannon, fanfiction of Their fanfiction to give the Boys a tiny sliver of a not terrible moment in their eternal lives cause boy does Tyrus and Astarion got it rough and i love it but also wanna let them take a breath.

Any who hope I didn't butcher the characters too badly, Don't judge on my work, check out Perfect slaughter for yourselves! (Though beware dead dove, definitely take in the tags before you read)

It had taken 87 years, but finally, the stars aligned.

Tyrus couldn't let the chance pass them by, as he didnt know when another perfect night would arrive. Cazador so rarely let Tyrus bring in prey, and rarer still on the same night as Astarion.

"Come, darling, I'll help you find a mark." Astarion called to Tryus as the spawns started dispersing after receiving orders.

"Surely he doesn't need his hand held anymore astarion." Violet teased, her sharp eyes going between them wonderingly.

"It's about not being punished. Do you think the master will stop at tyrus' incompetence or would he then look to the one who trained him?" Astarion gave a sarcastic tap against his temple, "i know you rarely use it darling, but if you don't stretch those mental muscles they will degrade you know."

Violet hissed, showing her fangs but she left without another word. No doubt fearing standing there arguing was eating into her hunting time.

Astarion flashed a victorious smile then looked more softly at Tyrus who happily fell into step beside the older vampire spawn. This was what he wanted after all.

"Lets try the elfsong for you I think." Astarion mused aloud only to raise a brow when Tryus shook his head, "oh? You've something else in mind?"

Tyrus had felt ill when he made this plan, but he knew now after so many years that there was no enjoyment without pain. His, astarions, someones. There had to be suffering to equal the scales.

"Homeless twins. Near the wyrms rock last I saw them." Tyrus wanted this part over as quickly as possible, "they run a scam where they pretend to be the same human, but their blood scent betrays them."

Astarions eyes lit up with interest and his step increased, "I guess we could spare an hour to look…"

Tyrus kept the pace, his eyes down and Astarion noticed, slowing slightly and clearing his throat to have the younger drow look up at him.

"Any particular reason why you've waited until now to speak of such prey?" A warning tone entered his honeyed voice, "you weren't attempting to spare-"

Tyrus couldn't help the burst of bitter laughter that spilt from his lips at the thought.

"This is the most selfish thing I have ever done." He admitted, "I saved them for when we could hunt together. I knew you would do better at securing them quickly."

"Well a night in our bunks is preferable too-"

"No." Tyrus was firm with his denial. He didn't do this, offering up innocent siblings so they could lay in the dark and wait for the next atrocity. Astarions step faltered but he caught himself and they kept moving at a quick pace through the city.

As Astarion stayed quiet, Tyrus knew he was waiting for an explanation.

"I-I wanted at least an hour… to-to show you something." Why were the words so hard to say? Why did astarions guarded look cut him to the core?

Tyrus was not well fed enough to blush, but he kept his eyes on the road they walked and pushed through, "i would like if we could secure our offering then- take a, a moment, before…"

No doubt astarion was burning with curiosity but tyrus was thankful he asked no more. Instead he had the drow direct them to these homeless vagabonds.

The twins were comely, by no means beautiful but their identical faces made for an interesting gimmick that was sure to please Cazador. Astarion took the lead, for which Tyrus was grateful.

He didn't need to do more than smile and wrap his arms around one woman's waist before her sister was drugged and asleep. She squirmed as she saw this, but Tyrus knew better than to let her go. He just held her still as Astarion force fed her the drugged wine and helped his fellow spawn stow them both in a secure location they could return to in an hour.

Astarion brushed off his doublet and smiled at Tyrus when the drow used his cantrip to clean the dirt desperate fingers had left on him. They were taking a risk not immediatly returning but Astarion said nothing of that, instead cocking his head at Tyrus.

"So, where too now?" He asked.

Tyrus lead the way, checking homes as they found one that didn't prevent them entry. An abandoned home filled with dirt and vermin that Astarion eyed with distaste and thirst warring in his face.

"You cannot be thinking of sneaking a drink." Astarion in an unbelieving tone, "you cannot be that dense even after all these years."

Tyrus was cleaning up a small amount of space, using the weave to clear the dirt and scare away the rats, "no,no. I would never." He shuddered, remembering with vivid detail the consequences of taking blood from anywhere but cazadors' hands.

Instead he sat down in the cleared space and pet the floor next to him. Astarion was cautious but less so than any of their siblings. He lowered himself with grace and looked about warily.

"A nice little hovel. I can see why you just had to show me."

Tyrus gave a shaky breath and smiled at the Spawn who had made the years just slightly less terrible then they could have been. He pulled from his pocket some fleece and reached into the weave as he spoke.

"Close your eyes for a moment, they might take a bit of time to adjust…" then he spoke the incantation, pulling the impossible through to the possible.

Astarion hadnt closed his eyes so it was with a fearful shout that he slammed his shoulders back against the wall as the major image illusion unfolded around them.

Grass sprung up, earsing the floorboards, as the world expanded, grey skies and dark trees filling a twenty foot space. Tyrus held onto his concentration even as Asatrion swore, gazing up a stormy sky just before the rain broke, sunlight diluted by the clouds but clearly day in a forest clearing.

They could smell the ozone, the scent of wet foliage strong in the air. A light breeze tingled their skin but no illusion could ruffle their clothes which stayed static in this moment. They could hear the soft rumble of the thunder and the rustle of the leaves. Tyrus turned to look fully at his companion once the spell was fully cast and was horrified to see tears starting to spill.

Astarion lifted a shaky hand to clasp over his mouth as his eyes were blown wide, taking in the sight. He had only shed two tears but as starved as they were kept, he may as well have been sobbing.

"Oh, I'm sorry! This-this was meant to be- i-i'll cancel it, hold on." Tyrus prepared to drop it, but astarions hand shot out, grasping his forearm.

"Don't you dare!" He hissed, "don't you give me this just to take it away!"

Tyrus stopped, then carefully and slowly placed his hands over astarions, nodding his agreement, "I won't. We can stay here for as long as… well twenty minutes or so anyway."

Astarion paid no heed to the time limit, instead taking in the view, seemingly trying to imprint it into his mind. He didn't move his grip, so Tyrus settled for petting Astarions hand gently and looking around himself.

"I don't remember… where this is." Tyrus felt he owed Astarion an explanation but it was difficult. So much was gone, so many important things.

"I think I had a family? And, and we were… i've no idea why i was here, or when… but i remember the storm" they both looked at it now, rolling lazily towards them, "i remember thinking it was beautiful."

"It is…" Astarion suddenly gave a choked laugh, "we can never speak of this."

"I know." Of course Tyrus knew that. Cazador was strict with how much access his spawn had to the weave. He'd be furious they had experienced even a second of sunlight, illusioned and storm dimmed as it was.

Tyrus looked down as Astarion moved his hand from forearm to clasp with Tyrus' fingers. The High elf looked him in the eye as he gentle brought the drows hand to his lips, a chaste kiss planted on his knuckles, featherlight but filled with emotion.

"Thank you… Tyrus…" Astarion sounded breathless, his voice hushed as another roll of thunder broke, "I will never forget this… thank you."

The image faded around them, a silence falling as reality reasserted itself. Astarion still had his hand and Tyrus realized that neither of them were breathing.

Astarion closed his eyes then took a shuddering breath before opening them, his face a mask of mischievous once more. He kindly returned tyrus' hand to its owner and stood in one graceful movment.

"We should be off"

"I-i have one more-" Tyrus stuttered, trying to offer another casting. He didn't want the moment to be over, did not want to return to their lives so soon.

Astarions smile was sad but kind as he offered a hand to the drow, "best not live in dreams darling, magnificent as they are."

Tyrus squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the burn of tears unshed for a long moment before he too let go of the dream. They had a single moment where they were not spawn, but free under an untamed sky. A moment that was as illusionary as the spell itself.

He took Astarions hand, standing and nodding. It was time to return to what was real for no amount of trickery would stop cazador from finding them if they didn't return themselves.

Their hands fell apart, palms still carrying the warmth of the other. Then the two left the hovel and went to collect their offering to their cruel master.

Above the city, a storm crackled, beginning to roll across the night sky…

[tricolorhichew]

fuck you its fanception time

[darkurgetrash]

Could not resist drawing my favourite fluffy scene from @dutifullylazybread ‘s fanfic Deeply and Immovably So 💕 if you guys haven’t read it yet, you absolutely must!!

[tmmyhug]

i think fancept suburban dad phil would love home depot. home depot is his weekend night out when the kids aren’t home. he gets drunk flies to home depot carries home thirty pounds of lumber and by the time the sun rises he’s built a backyard park taller than the house or a human sized birdbath or a new garage or something else equally ridiculous

[stealingpotatoes]

fanart of @spell-cleaver's fic the protégé!!! it's so so so good and I physically NEEDED to draw some of Empress Amidala's outfits

[paperback-rascal]

uff.... that file sat on my hard drive for a WHILE.

the idea of Dead Caff is something @kalm5 and I came up with some time ago, as a form of a recurring joke/gag, kind of twisting the idea that CF99 is more self-sufficient than most GAR units due to their long missions that are, more often than not, back-to-back.

so...

Crosshair is CF99's barista. One of Crosshair's strongest brews was dubbed as Dead Caff - it's extremely bitter, but keeps any clone awake no matter what.

Hunter has affinity for pickling things. He is the most proud of the concoction he calls Dead Juice - which is proven cure for a hangover. The catch is the thing is so nasty in taste and smell that many prefers to just suffer the consequences of excessive drinking than taking a sip of the stuff -> [LINK] <-

Wrecker is a moonshine expert and many clones (especially YA cadets) seek his booze for illegal parties at Kamino... not only that, but Wrecker used his concoctions for warfare.

So we have a trifecta: booze -> hangover cure -> caff that make a person stay awake no matter what.

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see more Kix the CF99′s medic posts here -> [LINK] <-

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

[boolger]

Fanart for @abyss-cat ‘s wonderful COD fanfic Nuremberg Codes (18+) 💖☀️

[wheucto]

fanception compilation

[astronomicalunit32]

In my motivic analysis phase. When did we decide to stop listening to the hamilton soundtrack.

[immortalonus]

Face to Face Fanart Chapter 45

For @dp-marvel94, an illustrated adaption on a pivotal scene from her longform fanfic, Face to Face. This is page one of two.

Ramblings and a black and white version below the cut.

So yeah that top panel gave me trouble. It took me a while, but I realized that while I could get away with it in black and white, something about adding color really emphasized the window over there, essentially turning it into the focal point of the panel and completely distracting from the Danny and Phantom in the corner.

That said, I still like the original enough that I thought it would be fun to include as an extra.

If anyone knows of a font available in Krita that doesn't cause eyeburn, I'd appreciate it. It's rare that I want to switch back to adobe, but in that moment, I was tempted.

I tried to keep Phantom and Fenton as close in looks as my ability as an artist allowed. I originally wanted Phantom to have fangs, which are still visible in the black and white version, but cut them out later on to prevent his mouth from looking weird (trust me it looked weird.)

The difference in pupil size actually goes a little bit deeper than my usual "rule of cool" philosophy: It's meant to serve the twofold purpose of implying Phantom's greater light sensitivity, while also making him look subtly more predatory and dangerous than his human counterpart. The idea was to invoke the feeling of a tiger or a hawk.

In terms of colors, this would be my first time drawing Phantom green! Since I wanted to emphasize his eyes as much as possible, I opted for a Dan-esque teal.

[maddy-hatter-97]

Hey @akanemnon! Do you want a fancomic of your fancomic? It's fanception!

I'm willing to bet that Papyrus would be the one to bring Flowey to the dark world.

Expect more