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No one would not feel honored after seeing such a friendly artist, thank you so much!

Hi man your drawings are so nice, they literally gave me a second life 🥵🥰 I was wondering if you would mind me to use your work as social media avatar? I will credit your Tumblr page and your id, if you don't allow it that's fine too, have a nice day and keep creating! You deserve everyone's praise!😚

Go for it :D and thank you for asking!! I really appreciate it <3

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Wilford doodles

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Second date

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miss me?

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Made some sketches with this baby boy after watching In space with Markiplier

I really like this interactive thing, like REALLY

And that goofy engineer boy is just uwu

I don’t like how Captain treat him, he's our bestie, we have to protect him everywhere and everytime

And this one is just my fav 🤭

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The perfect gift~

(The last one I swear XD)

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omg the last post loaded without art :-| this is so embarrassing

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SERAPH MAY I ASK FOR A HEAD ENGIE WARP CORE ROOM STIMBOARD? IDK HOW THIS ACTUALLY WORKS BUT I JUST THINK THE COLORS DURING THE "DON'T" SCENE WERE VERY PRETTY. ALSO STIMBOARD GO BRR

I am absolutely feral about the lighting in iswm, it’s just so blue and pleasant most of the time

I added some space themes to it because I couldn’t find that many gifs for that scene, I hope that’s okay

Credit to @fischyplier for letting me crop and use their iswm gifs

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ik I’m late but this game has had me entirely by the balls for the last month so here is some art. quantic dream will never give us a graphic novel or anything but imagine 

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Fic丨Insomnia丨Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Still a request about Xavier Thorpe x Reader! This time it mentions fluff and kissing (just the end result) If there are any grammatical errors please let me know and I'll fix them, and more friends are still welcome to send requests by all means!

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

"Still can't sleep?"

The door to the drawing room opens and quickly closes again. Xavier's figure squeezed in through the opened gap, and although it was only a process of a few seconds, you still smelled the damp earth of the woods and the scent of grass burrowing into the small room together.

"Still insomnia. I can't disturb my roommate by tossing and turning and not being able to sleep either." You put down the pencil in your hand and turn around to see the boy standing in the doorway. Xavier is shaking droplets of water off his clothes like a raptor returning to its winter nest. You slowly explain to Xavier, a palpable tiredness and helplessness floating in your language. You usually have a hard time having a good night's sleep naturally, which is probably the price you pay for having powerful divination and psychic abilities. More whining words bubble up from your mind, but are quickly chased away by you, "And, you must be the same, Xavier. That's why you're here."

"I tried to sleep, and I only got maybe half an hour."

"So that's from having that dream again, about the monster?"

Xavier nods indefinitely, not sitting down as he usually did. He shrugs and just casually set aside his umbrella and the keys to his bike. He does his best to answer your question. As he approaches you, you smell the cold scent of rain, but the vast majority of it is passively warmed by Xavier's body heat, turning it into an indescribable, springtime lake-like tenderness. You must admit that Xavier's presence will give you some strength to face your own troubles, as well as some courage to confess and dissect your inner world.

"Since it's curfew time, we're complicit. I'm glad for that fact. Considering you might be coming, I went here at noon to tidy up and put away those ...... not-so-wonderful sketches." He says, eventually standing behind you, examining the results of the drawings you made on his paper during the period of solitude you just spent. Xavier's voice is silent for three seconds, "Your style is kinda ......"

"Wild. I'm drawing you." You smile up. It's a good idea to get creative with the trimmings of the paper left over from his painting, and besides, Xavier won't blame you for ruining his masterpiece with a botched scribble. Even though you are not facing him, you believe you must have heard Xavier's sigh, which is not a complaint, but just a code word between you. You prefer to describe the subtle emotions embedded in it as a kind of doting and eccentricity.

Xavier seems to bend down, something you are almost certain of as you sit in front of his easel while he stands behind you as a shield behind you, his breath close to your cheek with heat and unintentional intimacy, "Oh. I can tell that despite your cute ideas, your drawing skills need a little practice. Like this..."

You seem to feel his untied hair gently pass over your temple, tickling your ears and face. Xavier reaches out, the scent of the humid night wrapping around you, and his hand takes the back of yours at the same time, leading you to pick up your pencil. Xavier's other hand presses against your shoulder, but can't make you to focus on how he is leading your hand and the pencil in your hand to draw wonderful lines.

All you know is that Xavier's palm is hot, unlike the coldness on his jacket, his hand is soft, reliable, and a little larger than yours, and that warmth soaks through your clothes and skin, and your tactile nerves begin to dance with glee as soon as they catch Xavier's touch. He was an artist, that's what all his classmates said about him. Xavier certainly enjoyed the moments when the pen blossomed on the paper to produce beautiful works, the burning creative passion always stirring in his chest, forming that highly romantic part of his soul. You are fascinated by his sometimes forgetful and sometimes contradictory qualities. Xavier is like a poet walking between heaven and earth, but he happens to use his brushes for poetry and his colorful creativity as a rhyme for his works.

"So," Xavier's voice suddenly rings out, and you turn back to your senses. He whispers in your ear, almost making you jump up from your chair. He must have felt you shake in shock, but you're not sure if you heard a friendly bark of laughter from him as a result, "I just worked on your sketches a bit. If I may ask, is that how I look to you?"

You feel your back sweat a little, for no other reason than that you took advantage of his absence to depict him reading a book during class, and at the moment, the Xavier in the painting is no longer focused on reading his textbook. It's as if he's been given a soul in the painting. He raises his eyes, gazes into your eyes, and even reaches out from the paper to touch your fingers that are still holding the pen. Is it just you, or is Xavier really flirting with you, even using his art-filled magic in a brilliant way?

"Oh, uh... it did have so-" you stammer, finding yourself unable to find a proper adjective, and you can only quickly turn your head sideways to try to trick yourself into escaping the question, only to find the real Xavier coming closer to look at you . You almost hit the tip of his nose, your breaths entwined, and for just a moment you think you might have made up your minds about something with each other.

"It doesn't matter what kind of description it is," Xavier says. His breath spills over your lips, and you see with your afterglow that the sketch you've worked on together resumes its stillness, slumbering back on the page. He continues, bringing your attention back to him, "One of them must be fascinating. You're observing me so carefully, how did I miss the fact that Nevermore's good student also have a side of not listening in class?"

"Rightfully so. But Xavier, I didn't realize you had such a narcissistic side."

Xavier smiles and you feel his hand travel down the back of your neck, eventually resting on the back of your head. Your hair wraps around his fingers and you feel a push that you can't deny. Good thing you weren't about to deny him a kiss either.

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Fic丨Xavier Thorpe x Reader

I just finished watching Wednesday! This is a request about the overly obsessed Xavier Thorpe x reader. A quick one shot, if there are any grammatical errors please just leave a comment and let me know, I'll correct them, and more requests are welcome!

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

- Swear to God, Xavier must not be one of those highly emotional geniuses who can read minds. To say where he has spent his greatest talent in his life, look at his private studio, his secluded room piled with sketches and other paintings, which is his stage.

- Of course, he is not yet so skilled at controlling his work, and usually the more emotionally charged the work is, the more likely it is to surprise him with something unexpected. He paints your eyes in an aimless drawing, so intent is he that he doesn't take a step back until those eyes blink in front of his eyes, as if in a dream. At that moment, Xavier realized that when he talked to you, even just passed by you, he felt a burgeoning, stormy anxiety from the bottom of his heart.

- The last time he felt this anxiety was when he realized the fact that his special abilities might not be completely under his own control for a while.

- You are so indefinable that any adjective or metaphor can only come infinitely close to you, but cannot perfectly describe any of your qualities. So, yes, you are not easy to speculate about, you remind him of his dreams and his special abilities, and of every moment he spent unaccompanied at night, painting in his studio full of doubt and pain.

- Xavier doesn't like the uncertainty, too much randomness makes him feel like he doesn't know where to go, but he can't deny that it's this dangerous randomness that makes him willing and eager to be close to you. There is a subtle voice in his heart, as subtle as the ripples caused by falling leaves on the surface of a lake, a voice that prompts him to believe that you are different from those students who fawn and inherit human inferiority. You are kind, pure as the first snowflakes of winter, and most importantly, you will not judge him, you will not pressure him, and you will not hurt him. How can he restrain the desire to get close to you?

- Xavier is not the kind of person who can easily surrender his trust. Perhaps it is because of his family environment, or perhaps because he has been in a seemingly harmonious but in fact contradictory environment like Nevermore for so long that he has become a good observer and not a good participant. He can keep his head on the sidelines, but can't make sure his every word is so wise when confronted with you. When he sees your eyebrows raise slightly at some silly expression of his, he mentally reprimands himself. But to be honest, he also enjoys seeing your puzzled look once in a while. You are so different from those people that he wants to observe you with the respectful attitude of an observing muse and cherish your presence.

- So there are times when Xavier can be a bit of a humble companion. He never thinks about going further immediately, but he shows vague jealousy when he sees you getting along well with others. Instead of embarrassing you, he will only secretly embarrass himself, turning his thoughts and mood swings into jumbled lines. Soon, he will accumulate a whole sketchbook about you.

- For his ability, a sketchbook is of great use, isn't it? He can't hold your hand, but he can spend sleepless nights gazing at the drawing of your hand awakened by his magic, dancing before his eyes, recreating the moment you were writing notes in class. Your eyelashes twitched vividly in the wind, your lips would purse tightly when you encountered a difficult subject, your lovely cheeks and your bobbing tresses, any detail that belonged to you, slept in Xavier's sketchbook. Everyone has a secret that they hate to keep until it rots, and for the current Xavier, it's this sketchbook. He doesn't want to be treated like a stalker just yet.

- The sweetest moment for him is when he stands in his chair drawing the graffiti on the wall and you stop and watch him draw. For just a moment, he is a straw man, a fleeting bubble, a feather in the dark, a memory that can easily be replaced, a paintbrush, but he doesn't mind. The fact that your footsteps stop for the colors born under his brush is enough to satisfy him.

- An amazing fact, it was not until the day he got up the courage to give you a painting that you exchanged cell phone numbers. He dared not imagine what kind of reason made him actually forget to use this excuse to get close to you in the beginning, but he felt that it was a special honor. You don't text, you don't use video calls, but it's surprising that he felt so connected to you in such a detached way from modern technology.

- It's kind of hard, isn't it? He's dealing with roommates who have become increasingly eccentric in recent months, as well as his own emotions and the recurring dreams and opposing realities of your presence, but the good thing is that you're his anchor point, and where once he might have needed a beacon like you to be enough, now, Xavier is willing to tell himself this, it's probably you he needs, only you, not anyone else like you. He is attracted to your sincerity, your sanity, your character traits that can bring peace and hope to anyone, and your wisdom, which will not wear out any of his expectations, even if there is no response beyond friendship for the time being.

- Nothing bad is good, he said in his mind. Everything is still going on, and before he fills his next sketchbook with your sketches about you, he will surely find a way to ask you out.

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Confide in me, and watch how I turn your every sorrow into incandescent poetry.

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schlossleopoldskron.

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Fic丨RK900/Reader Soulmate AU

This time is Nines’ part of Soulmate AU💙 still a quick one-shot, so it can be taken as a short generalized stories, the pace of the plot is a bit fast.

please feel free to point out my grammar mistakes, I will try my best to learn English 🤣

Also posted on Amino

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RK900 (Nines)

- It was not until a long time later that Nines might have realized the fact that when your figure appeared at the door of DPD and he should have brushed past it, but was aware of the heat emanating from the meaningless line of words on the inside of his wrist, he felt in that moment that his consciousness had almost crossed the border of becoming a deviant. And he also realized at that moment that the world was playing a joke on him - asking him, an android, a machine, to comprehend random probability and fate's tricks and mess up his original program.

- Of course, you could be unprepared. You were startled by the heat of that name glowing in you. You've considered what kind of person's name the "Nines" written on your thigh might be, it's less formal, maybe just a nickname, but you had no idea you'd meet your soul mate on your first day of reassignment to DPD. An Android, or a state-of-the-art model. Well, Cyberlife is responsible for this, what exactly did they do to build such creations that they could even fool the order of the world into thinking they were living beings as well, thus allowing them to have soul mates like real humans too?

- You think that talking about this topic too early might get Nines into some turmoil as a result, so you just pretend that nothing has happened and invite him to be your guide on your first day of employment at DPD to lead you through your environment and your new colleagues. He quickly scans your physical condition, slight sweating, a little fast heartbeat, other than that everything is fine. Your disguise could fool the average person, but there was no way to fool an android. At that point, Nines found himself a little smug about it, at least you weren't really prepared to leave him out of the loop. Such a thought is too strange for Nines, isn't it? He's known for his precision, efficiency, and ruthlessness in DPD, yet so easily cares if you'll look him in the eye.

- A soul mate? He doesn't understand it, but he accepts it well. You are a respectable detective, experienced and friendly. He's completely unaware that he's already studying everything about you by the same standards he uses for his partner.

- "It's a miracle that android can wander off at work too?" Gavin sneered at Nines' side, he certainly saw the not-so-normal light flickering repeatedly between yellow and red, "I feel like your mind is going crazy, tin can. I can make a call to Cyberlife if you need repairs."

- It took some time for the RK900 to get the light on his temple to turn blue again. Cyberlife had for some reason adjusted the RK900's programming for this model so that his light rings wouldn't appear yellow and red too easily. But the presence of a soul mate still exceeded everyone's expectations. No one can blame Nines for this.

- Nines experienced many special feelings during his time with you, and the data felt like it was itching his processor, dulling his otherwise precise and efficient brain for a simple problem.

- You, you were just the source of some redundant data that he could have ignored and deleted, but what he did was to create a separate folder to neatly categorize the data generated about you. He quickly came to the conclusion that he was anxious because of you because you never showed a desire to talk about it when you met him even though you clearly knew he was your soul mate. Never.

- Nines is the pride of Cyberlife and one of the best members of the DPD, he has arrested many criminals, but he is still almost a child in his emotional perception. So when he saw you get hurt, his mind's command priorities clashed. You were an excellent detective who did not hesitate to meet a vicious criminal even when facing him alone after calling for backup and minimizing the damage. You forced the criminal and his accomplice to stay away from the crowd, which is why you fought in the secluded abandoned house. You shot one down and one got away.

- In the face of obvious logical facts, one voice wants Nines to do his job, to investigate the scene, to find the fugitive's trail, the rainstorm and the cold wind hiding all available evidence out of sight of human eyes, that's why he's here. Another voice asks him to care for you, even though you are already surrounded by EMTs, warpped in a warm blanket and moved to shelter from the rain. He sees blood flowing from your right arm, the gauze wrapped around the wound stained red with blood. He sees that there is also blood where you had originally fallen, and that the blood that had been exposed to the rain had been diluted to a confusing color by the water. Everything is fine, your life is not in danger, the ambulance is nearby, and you may be honored for your outstanding contribution right there on the scene. He is not needed where you are for the time being.

- Yes, he is not here for you, but for the pursuit of the fugitive. His partner was urging him on, but the command that didn't need to appear just came to him, forcing him to stop in his tracks.

- What a simple matter of priorities and trade-offs, it is hard to beat him, but there is something extra that makes his calculations difficult. Conflicting data is rushing before his eyes, and the heavy stormy days of Detroit turned blindingly red in his eyes at that moment. Too much red, he feels dizzy, feels the confusion and anxiety he had felt for so long turn into the bitterness and pungency that hovered over his tongue, and he felt angry for his program for no reason.

- He clenches his fists.

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- You are fatigued from a partial loss of blood, and the cold rain slaps your cheek to keep you from falling into a coma-like sleep. You are sitting on a stretcher when Nines suddenly pushes through the crowd and reaches to your uninjured hand. You see the painful flash of red on his temple, and as his hand clasps yours, the bright light finally turns a calming blue. You vaguely guess what's happening, but you have no way of knowing just how ferocious a sea of conflicting instructions can set off in an android's head. For Nines, who is known for his precision, this could be disaster, but he does not fear it because he clearly knows that it does not expose him to death and pain. He has never seen freedom and love, but now, your presence allows him to step out of his old prison, and it is a disaster ...a catastrophic struggle for him. He knows you are worthy of him.

- "What are you waiting for, Nines?" you say, flashing him a smile as best you can without looking too weak.

- You see Nines's sleeve slipping slightly, his wrist exposed to your view, your name shining sunny gold on his skin.

- "I'll see you in the hospital soon, Detective." He says, "Wait for me. I think we need to talk."

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my subconscious told me that Markus must be a great flirt. Simon has nowhere to hide. He hears the best flirting in his direction. Or the worst