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becka • 33 • artistic idiot • fell into da Pitt

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Yo. I'm Becka.

I am a freelance illustrator and fanartist in multiple fandoms, though if it wasn't obvious, I have fallen face-first into da Pitt.

insta | ao3

Character commissions are CLOSED for now! Too much on the docket. Regardless, send me a message for details, or you can check out this submission form that I spent waaaay too long creating.

bompeii | Patreon

illustrated fanworks

PATREON LAUNCHED MARCH 8, 2026 so it is brand spanking new.

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HAPPY 55TH BIRTHDAY, NOAH WYLE! 🎉🥳✨

I've drawn you many times this past year and I'll draw you many more.

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Dr. John Shen, the king of nonchalant 😎

insta | patreon

[unfetteredautism]

why does he always look like that what is wrong with him i love it

[my-dailydreams]

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comfort in the darkness 🌙

my most detailed digital portrait yet, of course it had to be Jack/Shawn Hatosy 💕

insta | patreon

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something about doctors and apples 🍎

prints of this design are going out to my Patreon supporters this month! and I'm opening a shop this summer so it will enter the rotation there as well ✨

insta | ao3 | patreon

[lissa]

robby/abbot || wall of sound (yt)

[xria-rose]

I need more ADHD Robby.

Hear me the fuck out. Noah Wyle is ADHD and it bleeds through with his stimming. That man is physically incapable of standing still. Rocking, shifting, drumming...

And Robby does it all. Plus that boy thrives in the chaos of a trauma room. The more hectic, the more his brain gets the happy pats and quiets down. It's where his anxiety is forced to take a backseat. Where his depression is told to shut the fuck up. All the negative voices are pushed behind a line because the dopamine is dopamining and there's so much going on that there's no room for the other fuckery his brain is trying to drag to the front.

Gimme a Robby on Vyvanse who doesn't feel the hunger at all during the day but is ravenous once the meds wear off and he's home.

A Robby who is on a high enough dose that he's on his fucking A Game but still stims because it doesn't fix everything and he's getting dysregulated the more his mental health declines so the stimming is increasing.

Gimme a Robby who forgets to take his meds one day and the ED gets to see the full goblin that he is just ping ponging so over the place because no matter what he's still brilliant, he just can't focus on one thing at a time right now but as soon as a trauma comes in he can LOCK THE FUCK IN.

A Robby with hyperfixations.

A Robby who talks Jack's ear off about said hyperfixations. But once they're done he never mentions them again.

He'll eat the same thing for every single meal for three months in a row and then all of a sudden be repulsed by it.

A Robby with such horrible Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria that Dana often has to step in and redirect his brain and it doesn't always work.

A Robby that can't ever seem to get paperwork in on time.

A Robby that's always early because he's so terrified of being late because of his time blindness that he arrives for his shift at 6am and ends up sitting in the park panicking still that he'll miss it (he never does. Dana or Jesse usually grab him).

A Robby that has always been a reader because THAT holds his attention as long as he is interested in the book but it will literally CONSUME him to the point that he'll read the whole thing in one night and needs Jack to physically take it out of his hands and tell him to go to bed.

A Robby that knows just enough about so many topics. Has doom boxes filled with abandoned hobbies. Impulse control with money. A Robby that, when he gets into a topic, won't shut up, but is so self-conscious about it that he's become a master of masks.

Forgetting his meds is like ripping that mask off and he doesn't know what to do with himself.

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Robby doesn't like Mother's Day.

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I drew Langdon for @wastingstarlight and they colored him in, and I'm obsessed, so have an art collab!!! Shared on insta too 💕

[three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat]

I love how Leverage went

Here's the cat burglar. She wears comfy clothes and has zero social skills. She has sex appeal but only if you're into a very specific type of woman, and crucially she has zero idea she has it. She probably doesn't know what an innuendo is.

Here's the hacker. He's a Black nerd, and also the most moral character of the bunch. He's a nerd but also not socially awkward; in fact, he's the second best at grifting, right after the person who's been doing it for decades.

Here's the muscle. In his heart of hearts, he is a chef. He is tough and manly but he uses that to look out for the working class and children and everyone else the system leaves behind. He's feared by politicians and he reminds his friend to tip the delivery person.

Here's the femme fatale. She's over forty years old, and she's the one seducing the mark. She's the heart of the team. Her calling is to be a director. She loves attending her own funeral.

Here's the mastermind. He's the only one who doesn't start out as a career criminal. He manipulates his own crew, kills two people after promising them he won't, and takes deals behind their back. He was in seminary school.

Also, here's their nemesis. He's Mark Sheppard.

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Nurse Perlah Alawi

complete color version of this lineart 💖

timelapse video shared on insta

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a colorful kiss

ao3 | patreon

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whatcha looking at, Jack?

go find out over on patreon 🌶️

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out here on the other side

Story by @andillwriteyouatragedy (ShowMeAHero) - Art by @bompeii

Pairing: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,082

Michael shakes his head, familiar scruffy beard and rumpled dark hair, flattened on the one smashed-in side. Jack automatically wants to stop him, watching the exposed tendons in his neck pulling, but he keeps his hands to himself. It’s not as if Michael can die again from whatever— whatever this is. “Okay, you— Okay, just— You just give me a second,” Jack exhales, “to process, okay, I’m only processing.” One of the broad, familiar hands Jack has come to know these last few weeks reaches out to rest on his thigh. It’s the right hand, still put-together, finger-bones inside his hand rather than jolting out of it like they are on the left, and Jack stares down at it, wanting with a surge to put his own overtop. So, he does. Setting the book aside again, Jack reaches out, slow and steady, giving Michael time to draw away. When he doesn’t, he sets his hand over the back of Michael’s, curling their fingers together. The chill that runs through him is one of the warmest things he’s ever felt, and it is exquisite.

This collaboration with @andillwriteyouatragedy has been a whirlwind of imagination and mutual support. Please please please go read her fic, and the full versions of my art - my first real exploration of animated gifs! - are interwoven in the chapters.

Thank you again to @thepittbigbang for running this operation ❤️❤️❤️

[thepittbigbang]

a curse for every mile crossed

Story by @tinwomanrunaway - Art by @bompeii

Pairing: Samira Mohan/Trinity Santos Rating: Explicit Word Count: 43,392

“How are you doing?” Dennis asks, his expression softening. “With...everything?” “Peachy,” Trinity says shortly. “Getting a real taste for bunny tartare.”

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This collaboration with @tinwomanrunaway has been a marvelous experience. Please please please go read her amazing story, and the full versions of my art are interwoven in the chapters.

Thank you @thepittbigbang for running this operation, it has led to amazing creations all across the board ❤️❤️❤️