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So me and all my friend are OBSESSED with My Hero Academia, and a while ago I read a fic called “Daymare” by IntrospectiveInquisitor on A03. Its a really good, so good, in fact, I was inspired to make some art based on it (soo fanart of a fanfiction)! I was really inspired by the writer’s reimaging of Deku.
“You’re better than me. You’ve always been. And I’ll prove it.”
(sorry my handwriting’s awful!)
And last but not least...
MOAR DAYMARE FANART!!!!
Daymare by IntrospectiveInquisitor (x)
Hey guys! More fanfic fanart on the rise! Have some more Daymare fanart!
(I will one day be able to draw original content, but today is not that day. Besides, Daymare deserves some high quality screenshot versions of the story!)
Alright! My first fanart in a long while!
I’m a huge fan of IntrospectiveInquisitor’s fic, Daymare, on AO3.
I’ve been driving myself up the wall with how obsessed I am with this fic, and I finally decided to go ahead and make some fanart!
And now that I’ve officially started on my graphic design course, I can make fanart that I won’t cringe at anymore!
Go check out this fic if you haven’t already!
IT WILL ROCK YOUR WORLD!!!!!!!
==> take a nap
The blood is not your own.
Your hands are not your own. They are your body's hands, you know they are. That's your scared knuckle, and these are your blunted claws. Soft palms and long fingers - every inch of flesh familiar. But they are not yours.
You are not in control of yourself.
Your pan is not your own. You think your own thoughts, but your thoughts are not yours to command. The thoughts come like a voice on the wind, a far off echo from the faceless burned troll standing behind you. You cannot see her, but you know she’s there. You are but a conduit to her whims.
Spill him, break him, fix him.
You don't want to look at him. You can't. But that far off voice, it speaks and your body moves. You meet his eyes, the same color as yours, full of betrayal, pain, and anger.
Spill them on the floor.
The blood is blue, the blood is green.
The blood is not your own.
==> wake up!
Gasping for air, you choke out a mouthful of sopor, gagging on it’s bitter flavor.
An hour later, you’re curled up alone on the couch with hot pudding and cold whipped cream made to wash away the sopor taste. Your husktop is set in front of you, waiting. You’re ready to pounce, the second your palemate comes online. A hot shower did nothing for your shaking hands just as being awake is doing nothing to calm the sleep fear that still rages in your gut. You need a distraction, but your forum isn’t safe, and Mar is working. So you wait.
You should go back to your coon, but after that dayterror,
You really don't want to sleep again for awhile.
