Woooooooo! After a week of working on this, I finished this piece! It is Sun, Moon and the Vocalist!Y/N from @pluck-heartstrings ‘s Pluck My Heartstrings. I might be super late to reading this fanfic but I knew I had to make fanart regardless. I really just like FazCorp being a Medieval Times. That is such a fun setting.
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after years of dedication to establish the band and make the dream real, the long-awaited success was achieved. money, interviews, paparazzi, luxury and everything else, but what happens when your girlfriend goes back to her old bad habits and you are no longer willing to deal with them?
author’s note: english is not my first language. this is heavily inspired by fleetwood mac’s discography and history.
warnings: angst. drugs(alcohol, cigs, coke n heroin). cheating(?). mention of relapsing. ellie and r! are in a band with their friends.
it escalated quickly. ellie was invited to open another band’s concert, she would do a solo, when she asked if you wanted to go with her you turned down and said you wanted to rest. so ellie flew to the other side of the country with a bunch of newly succeeded rockstars, what could go wrong?
ellie would spend one week away, and on the fourth day your adviser, leah, called you: “did you saw it?” you were barely wake, napping for a little too long, but her calls always meant something urgent, “what? what u talking ‘bout?” she left a breath and you heard she whisper “fuck me” very quiet. “ellie was photographed in a strip club.” she said on a remorseful tone, like she didn’t want to be the one to tell you this. you were speechless.
ellie and you were dating for four fucking years, since you were eighteen. you created a band together with your friends, you grew up together and so did your relationship. both of you never had any problems regarding loyalty or anything like that, but since she started to do solos and she recorded a solo album, she was weird. she was acting like she didn’t need you, not just you but all the band; jesse, dina and abby. all of you sacrificed a lot for the band, especially you. you’re the youngest of them, you gave up of your dream of enter a university because of the band. ellie knew how much a major meant to you, but she still said the band would offer so much more to you. and now is looking like she didn’t even like to be in it anymore.
you stayed silent, for a minute, but for leah sounded like a hour. “what the fuck?! where’s the pic?” you started pacing around the hotel room, “listen, i don’t think you should see-“ “wheres the pic leah?” you interrupted, controlling yourself to not scream at her. “…just open twitter and search her name.” she said exhaling a loud sigh. you put the call on speaker and looked for it. it was worse than you thought.
ellie was sat on one of that big couches, blunt on one hand and a whole whiskey bottle on another. she was on the middle of her, apparently, new friends, two of them with white powder on theirs noses. she was shirtless, with a calvin klein top under of a black leather jacket, she was manspreading with the biggest smirk on her face, clearly drugged. her eyes were empty, despite her grin, you could see how she was empty, hollow, nothing but a heap of ego. and the cherry on top? a almost naked girl on her lap, with her head on ellie’s neck, ellie’s hands were on the stripper’s hips. the stripper was only wearing a fucking thong. the table on front of the couch contains a bunch of bottles, two filled ashtrays, a lot of empty little bags and other ones with white powder and colored pills, you even saw a fucking syringe. you freaked out.
“are you there?” leah asked, all she could hear was yours sighs evertime you noticed a new detail on the photo. “what the actual fuck leah? what happened? did she say something to u? i can’t believe this shit.” you said, still swallowing all the feelings that invaded you. leah sighed too, “she didn’t say anything to me, just texted asking for a flight back.” “did you found?” you asked, “yes, she’s gonna be here by 2am.” “alright…yeah…alright. thank you leah.” you hung up before leah could say anything. ellie had went to rehab when you started dating, and you made your job to never let her touch anything other than weed again. but you couldn’t control her, she was a grown woman, if she want to do, she will.
you threw your phone across the room. you grabbed a pillow and screamed on it, until you couldn’t anymore. until your throat was sore. you walked to the little hotel kitchen and drank water, trying to calm down. you grabbed your phone, that surprisingly still working, besides the force of the impact, and opened the chat with jesse.
WIP of my Pluck My Heart Strings illustration. I did not record any videos but I did save some stills of the various rendering stage. I am trying to stream more so I can record my progress. I will plan on posting more WIPs in the future.