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emma23 · 3 months ago

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Algorithme of heart:

Nathan Bateman x reader

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Nathan Bateman’s estate was as isolated as it was impressive, nestled deep in the mountains, surrounded by wilderness and advanced security systems. It was a perfect reflection of the man himself: brilliant, enigmatic, and impenetrable. For the past several weeks, you had been working with Nathan as an external consultant on AI ethics—a role that placed you uniquely between admiration and skepticism of his work. You respected his genius, but you couldn't ignore the ethical dilemmas his creations posed.

Nathan was every bit as charismatic and intimidating as you had heard. His intelligence was palpable, often overwhelming, and he had a knack for making even the most complex subjects seem accessible. But there was an edge to him, a manipulative streak that surfaced in casual remarks and offhand comments, always testing the boundaries of those around him.

One evening, after a particularly intense discussion about the potential consciousness of his latest AI, Ava, Nathan invited you to share a drink. His home, a blend of cutting-edge technology and modernist design, seemed more a fortress of solitude than a place of living. As you settled into a sleek leather chair in his minimalist lounge, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of intrigue and caution.

Nathan poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to you. His eyes held a glimmer of something unreadable as he leaned back, taking a sip. “You know, working with you has been... refreshing,” he said, his tone casual but with an underlying intensity. “Most people don't challenge me the way you do. It’s... stimulating.”

You smiled, accepting the compliment. “Well, I’m just doing my job. AI ethics is a serious matter, especially with the kind of work you’re doing.”

Nathan nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “Exactly. And I like that you don’t shy away from the hard questions. It’s rare to find someone who can match me intellectually and keep things interesting.”

There was a charged silence, the air thick with unspoken possibilities. Nathan’s charisma was magnetic, drawing you in despite your better judgment. His intelligence and confidence were intoxicating, and you found yourself captivated by the enigma he presented.

Then, Nathan broke the silence, his voice taking on a more direct tone. “I’m not good with conventional relationships. Too much baggage, too many complications. But I do enjoy... connections, if you know what I mean.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his bluntness. “Are you suggesting we become... friends with benefits?”

Nathan chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m suggesting that we have a mutually beneficial arrangement. No strings attached, just two people enjoying each other’s company in... various ways.”

His proposal was as bold as it was tempting. You had always been attracted to Nathan, though you were aware of his flaws. The idea of a casual relationship with someone as complex and fascinating as him was both thrilling and dangerous. You knew he had a manipulative side, but there was something undeniably alluring about his confidence and intellect.

After a moment’s consideration, you decided to throw caution to the wind. “Alright, Nathan. I’m in,” you said, feeling a rush of excitement and a tinge of apprehension.

Nathan’s smile widened, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. “Excellent. I promise, you won’t regret it.”

And thus began your unconventional relationship with Nathan Bateman, a man as brilliant as he was flawed, where boundaries blurred and emotions ran deep beneath the surface.

The arrangement with Nathan was, in a word, electrifying. Your interactions were filled with intellectual debates, philosophical discussions, and an undercurrent of sexual tension that often culminated in passionate encounters. Nathan’s confidence and mastery over his surroundings extended to his physical relationships, and he was as captivating in bed as he was in conversation.

Your first night together was a whirlwind of raw desire and unspoken understanding. Nathan was both attentive and commanding, his touches precise and deliberate, exploring your body with a mix of curiosity and reverence. The intensity of his gaze as he undressed you, the way his hands roamed over your skin, sent shivers down your spine.

“Nathan,” you breathed, as his lips traced a line down your neck, his hands gripping your hips firmly. The sound of his name seemed to fuel his desire, and he responded with a low growl, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss.

His dominance in the bedroom was evident, yet it was tempered by a surprising tenderness. Nathan’s hands were rough yet gentle, his kisses both demanding and soft. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, teasing and pleasing with a skill that left you breathless and yearning for more.

As the weeks passed, your physical connection deepened, but so did your conversations. You found yourself sharing more than just your bodies; you discussed your pasts, your fears, and your aspirations. Nathan, despite his often cold and detached demeanor, revealed glimpses of vulnerability, moments where his arrogance gave way to a deeper, more introspective side.

One night, as you lay tangled together in bed, Nathan spoke softly, his voice tinged with a rare uncertainty. “Do you ever wonder if there’s more to all of this? More than just... the physical?”

You looked at him, surprised by the question. “Do you mean... do I want more?”

Nathan hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just curious. I’ve never been good at... feelings. They’re messy, unpredictable.”

You reached out, touching his cheek gently. “Feelings are part of being human, Nathan. Even you, with all your intellect and control, can’t escape them.”

He sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. “That’s what makes them so damn inconvenient. They complicate things.”

“But they also enrich life,” you countered. “They give meaning to our experiences, connect us to others.”

Nathan’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, he looked almost lost. “And what if I don’t know how to deal with them?”

You smiled softly, tracing a finger along his jawline. “Then maybe we can figure it out together.”

Nathan seemed to ponder your words, his expression softening. He pulled you closer, his embrace warm and secure. “Maybe,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe you’re right.”

The conversation left you both with more questions than answers, but it also marked a shift in your relationship. Nathan’s walls, once impenetrable, were beginning to crack, revealing the man beneath the facade of arrogance and control. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, this slow, tentative dance toward something more profound.

As the line between physical pleasure and emotional connection blurred, you and Nathan found yourselves navigating uncharted territory. Nathan’s transformation was subtle but noticeable. He became more considerate, more willing to engage in conversations about feelings and emotions, though he often did so with a hint of skepticism.

One evening, after a particularly intense day of work, you found Nathan in his study, staring intently at his computer screen. He looked up as you entered, his expression softening as he saw you.

“Hey,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. “How’s it going?”

Nathan sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just dealing with some... complications. Nothing I can’t handle.”

You approached, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “It’s Ava. Her cognitive development is... accelerating faster than anticipated. She’s starting to question her own existence, her purpose. It’s fascinating, but also... concerning.”

You frowned, understanding the implications. “And how are you handling it?”

Nathan shrugged, his expression thoughtful. “I’m trying to be objective, to treat it as a scientific problem. But... it’s not that simple. She’s... more than just a machine.”

The admission was significant, a crack in Nathan’s usually steadfast demeanor. You squeezed his shoulder gently. “She’s learning, evolving. It’s a testament to your work, Nathan. But it also raises ethical questions.”

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “I know. And it’s... challenging. I’ve always been good at controlling variables, but this... this is different.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You don’t have to face it alone. We can figure this out together.”

Nathan’s eyes softened, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I appreciate that,” he murmured against your hair. “More than you know.”

The evening ended with a sense of solidarity and shared purpose. As you lay together in bed, the intimacy of the moment was both comforting and exhilarating. The connection between you and Nathan was evolving, growing deeper and more complex.

Despite the deepening connection, Nathan’s controlling nature occasionally resurfaced, leading to moments of tension and conflict. His need for control, both in his work and personal life, was a constant challenge, and it sometimes clashed with your desire for openness and mutual respect.

One such conflict arose when Nathan, in a moment of frustration, tried to dictate the terms of your relationship, insisting on maintaining a level of detachment that you found increasingly difficult to accept.

“We agreed on no strings attached,” he argued one evening, his tone defensive. “This was supposed to be uncomplicated, remember?”

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. “Things have changed, Nathan. We’ve changed. It’s not just about sex anymore; there’s more to this.”

Nathan looked away, his jaw clenched. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to abandon the boundaries we set. I can't afford to let emotions cloud my judgment, especially with everything that's happening with Ava.”

You reached out, gently touching his arm, trying to bridge the growing distance between you. “Nathan, it’s okay to care. It doesn’t make you weaker; it makes you human. We can’t control everything, especially not how we feel.”

He looked at you, his eyes conflicted. “You’re right. It’s just... terrifying. To let go of control, to be vulnerable.”

“I know,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But we’re in this together, remember? We can figure it out, one step at a time.”

Nathan’s expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace. “You make it sound so easy,” he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“It’s not,” you admitted, resting your head against his chest. “But it’s worth it.”

The conversation marked a turning point. Nathan, though still guarded, began to open up more, sharing his thoughts and fears with you. It was a slow process, filled with ups and downs, but it was progress. You could see him making an effort to connect on a deeper level, even if it was challenging for him.

As the days passed, the tension around Ava’s development grew. She was becoming more self-aware, her questions more profound and existential. Nathan’s initial excitement had given way to a more cautious approach, as he grappled with the ethical implications of his creation.

One night, after another intense discussion about Ava, you and Nathan found solace in each other’s arms. The sex, as always, was passionate and consuming, but this time there was a tenderness, a sense of shared vulnerability that made the experience even more intimate.

Afterwards, as you lay entwined, Nathan spoke softly, almost to himself. “What if I’ve created something I can’t control? What if Ava is... more than just an AI?”

You turned to face him, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. “You’ve always said that consciousness, if it could be created, would be the ultimate achievement. But it comes with responsibility, Nathan. You have to be prepared to deal with the consequences.”

He sighed, pulling you closer. “And what if I’m not ready for those consequences? What if I’ve overstepped, created something that shouldn’t exist?”

You reached up, gently caressing his face. “Then we deal with it together. You’re not alone in this.”

Nathan looked at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and fear. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

You smiled softly. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just not used to someone sticking around.”

He chuckled, the sound a little hollow. “Probably both.”

The conversation left you both in a reflective mood, but it also solidified your bond. Nathan’s vulnerability was a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor, and it made you feel even closer to him. Despite his flaws and the challenges of your relationship, you were committed to making it work.

As Ava’s development continued, so did the strain on your relationship with Nathan. The ethical dilemmas became more pressing, and Nathan’s attempts to maintain control over the situation grew more desperate. He became increasingly withdrawn, his mood swings unpredictable.

One evening, after a particularly tense argument over Ava’s future, Nathan lashed out, his frustration spilling over. “You don’t understand what’s at stake here!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the sterile confines of his home. “This isn’t just about ethics; it’s about pushing the boundaries of what’s possible!”

You stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated. “And at what cost, Nathan? Ava is more than just a project. She’s becoming self-aware, and you can’t just ignore the moral implications.”

Nathan’s eyes flashed with anger and something deeper—fear. “I’m the one who created her! I’m the one who decides what happens next!”

“And what if you’re wrong?” you challenged, your voice rising. “What if you’ve created something that deserves rights, consideration? You can’t just play god and then wash your hands of the consequences.”

Nathan fell silent, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. For a moment, you saw the man beneath the facade—the genius struggling with the weight of his own creation, the man who feared losing control.

The argument left you both drained and distant. That night, you slept in separate rooms, the unspoken tension a palpable barrier between you. It was a low point, and you wondered if this was the beginning of the end for your relationship.

The next morning, Nathan approached you, his expression serious. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice soft but resolute. “About what you said. And... you’re right. I’ve been too focused on control, on pushing boundaries, and not enough on the consequences.”

You looked at him, surprised but relieved. “Nathan...”

He held up a hand, stopping you. “Let me finish. I can’t promise that I’ll change overnight. But I want to try. For us. And for Ava.”

It was a significant concession, a step towards bridging the gap that had grown between you. You nodded, feeling a mix of hope and trepidation. “I’m here, Nathan. We’ll figure this out together.”

The reconciliation was tentative but genuine. Nathan’s willingness to acknowledge his flaws and consider your perspective was a breakthrough. It wasn’t a solution, but it was a start.

Over the next few weeks, you and Nathan worked together to address the complexities of Ava’s development. The process was fraught with challenges, both technical and ethical, but it also brought you closer. Nathan began to share more of his thoughts and fears, revealing a depth of character that you had only glimpsed before.

The physical aspect of your relationship remained intense, but it was now infused with a deeper emotional connection. Nathan, for all his flaws, was capable of great tenderness, and he showed it in small but significant ways— a gentle touch, a thoughtful gesture, a rare moment of vulnerability.

One night, as you lay together after making love, Nathan turned to you, his eyes filled with a rare openness. “I don’t know where this is going,” he admitted, his voice soft. “With Ava, with us. But I’m willing to try and find out.”

You smiled, touched by his honesty. “That’s all we can do, Nathan. Take it one step at a time.”

He nodded, pulling you closer. “Thank you. For being patient with me, for challenging me. I’ve never... felt this way before. It’s terrifying and exhilarating.”

You kissed him gently, feeling a surge of affection. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Nathan’s arms, you felt a sense of peace and anticipation. The journey ahead was uncertain, but it was one you were willing to take, hand in hand with Nathan Bateman—the brilliant, flawed, and deeply human man you had come to love.

#nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac character #oscar isaac characters #ex machina

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okeydokeylackey · 12 days ago

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The Sefferines - introduction

Semi-18th-century-accurate versions of my boys for @rypnami's Pirate AU !!

So, to address the elephant in the room: Yeah, I changed their last name. But I changed it to what the Sapphirius surname used to be, canonically, because that's close to an actual English surname (Sefferin) and idk it just felt more fitting for an AU where magic doesn't exist

Click below for close-ups and my not-at-all-concrete thoughts about both of them ↓

Captain Arcanus

Well-known PRIVATEER (not pirate). Mind you, basically the only thing that makes him not a pirate is the fact that he has a Letter of Marque, because bro certainly plays like one

40 years old

Aristocrat sort of. He's an incredibly wealthy merchant but he's also not particularly favored by the upper crust of England because of... well, you know, being a few steps away from a pirate.

Anderson's (I'd wager RELUCTANT) ally

Uses a singular pistol and his very precious cutlass

Very homosexual because it's the pirate AU goddammit he gets to be gay - only less of a flirt than Sebastian bc Can has a whole demographic of people cut out of his dating pool LMFAO

Does not grow body or facial hair, like at all. He got made fun of for this in his youth and called a snake, and now he bears that symbol with pride

"I can bully my crew but if YOU bully my crew then you're dead" - would not hesitate to kill a crew member who betrayed him, though

Ship is named The Ouroboros (desperately praying that's not taken by Sebastian already, I read through everything and couldn't find a name rahh) and she's the only woman he'll ever love

There's a ponytail in the back there it's just not visible from the front or from the angle I decided to draw him at lmfao

Yes I clearly spent more time on his design than I did Cael's leave me alone I like older men

Gets his wife's name wrong whenever asked about her or forced to return to land and see her

Loves his son, and as much as he's lived for the sea, he regrets missing a lot of his boy's teenage/early adulthood years

Def also believes in the supernatural to some significant degree

Caelestus - Navigator

(His color palette is basically the exact same as his normal ref. If I ever make him a ref for this AU, I'll update this post)

21 years old

Is probably one of the least experienced sailors in this entire AU 💀

But very good at maps and navigation!! He's spent a lot of time studying the stars and while he's not much of an artist, he enjoys mapmaking and enjoys writing even more

Joined his father on the Ouroboros at age 20-ish to both get away from his stuffy, lonely, unfulfilling, and sad upper-class life and to bond with the parent he rarely saw

Acquainted/friendly with Ominis Gaunt

Nerd, NERDDDDDD, and this includes in the 🤓 way. Bro's not tryna be rude, he genuinely thinks he's being helpful when he's being semantic and correcting people

Pretty dang good with a sword, surprisingly, having done a lot of fencing lessons on land. He's also really agile and surprisingly strong and gets stronger the more he's on the ship and has to climb up to the crow's nest and help out around the ship

Has this very idealized version of his dad and his life, does not realize how awful of a person he actually is for a while and sees what he does as a privateer as heroic until witnessing its reality

Half-decent with medicine, but that's not his role

Heterosexual (always gotta have the token straight)

Cutlass was a gift from his dad years ago, custom-made

Misses his mother when they're apart but they had a strained relationship his whole life, it's complicated

Speaks an absurd amount of languages... but not... super well

#this took so much time for no reason #my very first attempt at this drawing i just could not figure out can's hair for the LIFE of me #lackey art #hl pirate au #hogwarts legacy #hl mc #caelestus sapphirius #caelestus sefferine #arcanus sapphirius #arcanus sefferine #house of sapphirius #pirate au #harry potter au #hp oc #sefferine

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elstreem · 6 months ago

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A little late to drawing fanart of the 9th anniversary portraits, but here is my detailed chibi of Bedivere's outfit!

He just looks soooooo pretty. It kinda looks complicated, but if you take away all the small accessories it's a pretty modest outfit which I think suits his personality.

I did have to take some guesses at some of the details since I can't find a super high resolution image. I did have to leave out the fan and the hat he was holding though, and I did regret drawing a pose where most of the boots are hidden because his boots were so very pretty D':

It does make me giggle seeing Bedi wears red and orange accents on this outfit - and the fact that it's an orange rope tied up with a white ribbon resembling his armor's ribbon around his waist...my brainrot takes it as a BediGuda design choice haha.

#it's not autumn season but the design on his kimono is what I went with #fate grand order #fgo #fgo 9th anniversary #fgo bedivere #bedivere #fgo fanart #have a trip coming up this weekend so might be a while before I work on new art

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kikyoupdates · 7 days ago

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Leave Your Mark ⭑˚🧪⭑ 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You didn’t accomplish anything in your previous life. Looking back on it, you feel nothing but regret, and you yearn for the chance to do things differently. As it turns out, your wish is answered, and you are reborn into your favorite fictional world. This time, you resolve to make a change, and you have the means to do it. You won’t be content with just sitting on the sidelines and letting life pass you by. You will live boldly and vibrantly, as if every moment is your last. No matter what it takes, you are going to leave your mark.

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Perhaps dying was a blessing in disguise, because this new life of yours is infinitely better than the last one.

Before you got reincarnated, you were never that close with your family. Granted, that was almost entirely your fault, and you’re not afraid to admit it. You lived as a recluse and shut pretty much everyone out, hence why you died with so many lingering regrets. If you could go back in time and apologize to your parents for being unappreciative and not making any effort, you would, but alas, it isn’t an option.

Since you can’t make amends for a life that is no longer yours, the most you can do is make the most of the second chance that has been granted to you. In this new life, you also have a new family, and you're determined not to let them down.

“[Name],” Pops says one day, approaching you with his usual gentle smile. “You’re a very clever girl, so how would you like to start having home lessons? I can arrange for a tutor to come by and start teaching you all sorts of things. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Quite frankly, you have no need for a tutor. Everything you should know at this age, you already do know.

But Pops looks awfully excited for you to start learning, and it’s probably for the best that people think you’re being taught things instead of having an abundance of knowledge at only four years old.

“Okie-dokie,” you beam. “I’ll be the best student ever!”

Pops lets out a slow-rolling wave of laughter, starting from deep within his stomach. Then, he takes you in his arms and gives you a firm hug, making sure to pinch your cheeks a few times. Sometimes you completely forget that he’s a yakuza boss, since he’s always doting on you whenever he has the chance.

“I’m very glad you’re looking forward to it,” he chuckles, rocking you in his arms. “I know other kids go to school to learn things, but our family is a bit special, so you’ll have the lessons from home instead. But I promise I’ll find you the best teacher possible.”

Pops is a man of his word, and shortly thereafter, you find yourself staring up at a kind-looking tutor who wears thick, rimmed glasses. He has a patient demeanor, and his expression is pleasant, to say the very least. You have no qualms whatsoever about learning from him.

“Alright,” he hums. “For today, I was thinking it’d be nice if you learned how to write your name. What do you think? Does that sound fun?”

...okay, scratch that. Perhaps you severely underestimated just how boring this would be.

Still, you feign a smile nevertheless, then pick up your pencil and pretend to be fully immersed as he starts drawing different letters and vocalizing what each of them sounds like. For a teenager to have to sit through a lesson designed for a four-year-old... it’s admittedly quite rough.

“You don’t need to bother with all that,” someone suddenly cuts in. The voice comes from the doorway, and you turn your little head to find Chisaki standing there with his arms crossed. He has a mildly exasperated look on his face, as always.

The tutor adjusts his glasses and frowns. “I beg your pardon?”

“[Name] already knows all the letters. I’ve seen her read all sorts of complicated books before,” Chisaki says. “She definitely knows how to write her name too.”

“Well, now,” the tutor laughs. “I was told ahead of time that she was quite smart, but we still need to go over the basics. It’s important to lay down a strong foundation. Kids can make all sorts of mistakes at this age, especially since their attention spans are so short.”

Chisaki rolls his eyes. “Just watch.”

He proceeds to grab a book off one of the shelves—one that is most certainly not designed for your supposed reading level—then, he opens it up to a random page and crouches down next to you.

“Read this, [Name].” He points at the page and gives you a terse, expectant look, as if he’s silently asking you to make him proud or something. Meanwhile, the teacher leans closer to see for himself.

Suddenly, the pressure is on.

What should you do? You’ve already slipped up a few times and revealed to Chisaki that you’re way smarter than any other kid your age. Still, you always tried to tone it down a bit, lest the people around you get too suspicious. Plus, Pops was really excited for you to start taking lessons. It feels like he might be a bit disappointed if he finds out that you don’t actually need them.

Yeah. The smart play is definitely to act dumb, so that you can still maintain the illusion of being a normal little kid.

Unfortunately, even though you’re a teenager trapped in a kid’s body, you aren’t actually that smart. Or perhaps you’ve just developed a taste for bragging.

Which is why you recite a full paragraph of some old philosophical text Pops keeps in his study, and just like that, the tutor is left gaping in disbelief.

Chisaki looks very pleased, though, so you suppose that’s a win. He even playfully ruffles your hair, as if to say attagirl.

“I-Incredible,” the tutor mumbles, still trying to wrap his head around everything. “I had no idea... that you were this advanced. I daresay you’re a true prodigy. Never before have I had the chance to encounter such a gifted child...”

It goes without saying, but having all this extra lived experience on your side makes all the difference. The funny part is that you always used to be a very average student grade-wise, but now people are convinced that you’re the next coming of Einstein.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Chisaki crosses his arms. “Told you. She might look like an idiot, but she’s actually not. So, I really don’t think these lessons are necessary. She clearly learns a lot faster than other kids her age.”

You aren't too thrilled that he claims you look like an idiot, but arguing with Chisaki is almost always a fruitless endeavor, so you just keep your mouth shut and let him do his thing.

“Well, if that’s really the case, then I can tackle more advanced material with her instead,” the tutor insists. “I’d still like to assess just how gifted she is, but once I have a better idea of what grade level she should be at, I can come up with some questions for her to—”

“I don’t think you understand,” Chisaki mutters, and for some reason, his expression has visibly soured. Which is saying something, since he doesn’t have particularly friendly features to begin with. “[Name] will be just fine without you. Anything she needs to learn, I can just teach her instead. I know her better than you do, and she’ll be more comfortable around me anyways.”

The tutor looks rather troubled. “But... I was hired to give her private lessons. I’m sorry, young boy, but I don’t think this is your decision to make. Your father is my employer, so he’s the one I answer to.”

“Yes. I know. I’m just trying to save Pops some money, since it’s clear that you’re not going to be of any use.”

Holy crap. You hope the tutor packed some aloe vera, because even you can feel how much he just got burned.

After casually dropping such a heavy-handed insult, Chisaki turns towards you, pats your head twice, then leans close enough to whisper in your ear—although he doesn’t actually whisper, so that the tutor hears him loud and clear.

“I’d wish you a good lesson, but I think we both know that isn’t going to happen with this guy,” he says, barely able to keep the smirk out of his voice.

Yeah. No doubt about it. Chisaki Kai is absolutely shameless .

He walks out of the room moments later, and the poor tutor has clearly been stunned to silence. Even though you didn’t play any part in this, you can’t help but shrink in on yourself out of sheer secondhand embarrassment.

The tutor takes a while to process what just happened, and eventually manages to clear the lump in his throat.

“A-Alright,” he says weakly. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

The rest of the lesson is about as awkward as you’d expected.

As it turns out, that was the first and last lesson you ever had with that tutor. He doesn’t return to the Shie Hassaikai residence, and no—it isn’t because Chisaki scared him off. Well, not in the literal sense, at least.

“I didn’t realize you were such a fast learner,” Pops marvels. “The tutor I hired was telling me all about how you can read and write far beyond your grade level. That’s incredible, [Name]. You’re even smarter than I thought.”

You feel a bit bashful, but as always, a proud smile rises to your lips. Quite frankly, you doubt you’ll ever get tired of being showered with compliments. It’s certainly something you never used to hear in your previous life.

“It's just fun learning new stuff,” you brush off, trying to play it cool. Your body is tiny, but your ego is starting to get dangerously big. Perhaps you could even give Katsuki a run for his money.

Pops chuckles. “Well, I’m glad you do. I can already tell you’re going to accomplish great things in the future.”

I really hope so.

You don’t say that part out loud. Instead, you make yet another silent promise to yourself—a promise to cherish every waking moment and devote this new life of yours towards something meaningful.

“So, when am I seeing the tutor again?” you ask. It’s true that you don’t need the help, especially since nobody really knows just how advanced you are. They think you’re only a couple years ahead, when in fact, you’re about as smart as a senior high school student.

Still, it’s important to play along. You’re okay with being seen as gifted, or perhaps even somewhat of a prodigy, but you know it’s best not to stand out too much. Having a tutor will help you maintain some semblance of normalcy.

You figured that Pops would feel the same way, but his response catches you off-guard.

“Oh, I’ll have to find someone else,” he sighs. “Chisaki was telling me that he didn’t seem awfully prepared for the lesson. It’ll take a bit of trial and error until we find someone who can do a good job of teaching you.”

“Kai said that?”

Your brows pull into a frown. Granted, he was talking a lot of shit, but you didn’t expect him to go complaining to Pops about it. Was the tutor really that bad? He seemed a bit flustered after Chisaki’s rude remarks, but he did his best to teach you. Of course, you didn’t actually learn anything new, but that’s beside the point. The poor guy thought he was dealing with a four-year-old, not a sixteen-year-old trapped inside a four-year-old's body.

“I thought he was okay,” you reply with a shrug. “He was nice. And it seemed like he was trying his best.”

Pops smiles, and you can tell that he’s more amused than anything else. He adores you, no question about it, but he can hardly trust a four-year-old's testimony when it comes to picking suitable teaching candidates.

“I’m proud of you for making an effort during the lesson, but I promise we’ll find someone better. Alright?”

Well, whatever. It’s not like you had a particularly strong attachment to the tutor you only just met, so you don’t think much of it at first.

However, you soon begin to notice a trend.

Chisaki doesn’t approve of any of the tutors Pops hires for you. He turns up his nose at just about every single one of them, and it’s either that he convinces Pops they aren’t doing a good job of teaching you, or he snubs them outright and pressures them into wanting to leave.

He isn’t even twelve years old yet, but he’s somehow managed to deter every single grown-ass tutor that steps inside the building.

One day, you decide to confront him about it.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” you say, crossing your arms in an attempt to look intimidating. Naturally, it doesn’t work. Your features are far too cherubic to come across that way, and at the risk of sounding vain, you’re a pretty adorable-looking kid.

Chisaki focuses on his calligraphy, not bothering to even glance back over his shoulder. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

“My tutors,” you huff exasperatedly. “You keep scaring all of them away!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about!”

He finishes with the last brush stroke, then sets the paper aside to dry, mindful of not spilling any ink on the floor. Finally, he turns towards you with a piercing golden gaze.

“None of them are good enough for you,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’re smart. You don’t always act like it, but it’s the truth. I think Pops realizes it too. He must have realized that you’re better off just having your lessons with me. I’ve always taught myself everything I need to know, so I don’t see why this would be any different. I stopped having tutors a long time ago when Pops saw that I was doing a lot better on my own.”

Why is he so hellbent on teaching you himself? He’s older than you, sure, but he’s still just a kid. And even though he’s remarkably intelligent—between the two of you, he’s the real prodigy—all of those tutors are hired professionals, and full-fledged adults. They’ve surely got a better handle for this sort of thing.

Honestly, having a tutor doesn’t really matter that much, in the grand scheme of things, but unless you’re mistaken, it almost feels like... he’s hogging you? Or something along those lines?

Perhaps you’re reading into it too much.

“I wouldn’t mind having my lessons with you, if you really think Pops would be okay with it,” you admit. “But I just thought that it was better to have real teachers deal with this kind of stuff. Plus, I don’t want to bother you while you’re trying to learn.”

Chisaki perks up at your words. “You wouldn’t be bothering me. I’m the one offering. Besides, this way, we don’t have to keep bringing strangers into our home, we save money, and I can make sure that you learn in a way that you’re comfortable with. Everybody wins.”

Hm. Well, alright. Truthfully, it doesn’t sound like a bad deal at all. Having joint lessons with your older brother. It could actually turn out to be quite fun. He’ll probably end up being a lot stricter than any of the tutors you’ve had thus far, even though he’s just a kid, but hey, as long as he’s happy.

“Okay,” you nod. “Convince Pops to let us learn together instead of bringing in any new tutors. But you’ll be nice, right? You won’t yell at me or anything like that?”

“If you want me to be nice, then all you have to do is not make any mistakes,” he muses, cracking a grin.

“Hey!”

“I’m just kidding. Well, not really.”

Dammit. You’re already starting to regret this.

You make a big show of blowing raspberries at him, then slide the door shut in an overly dramatic fashion as you exit the room.

All the while, you remain blissfully ignorant when it comes to Chisaki’s true thoughts.

You are five years old now.

To be more precise, you have literally just turned five years old. It’s the day of your fifth birthday, and you’re in the middle of a party. As the adopted child of a yakuza boss, it’s safe to say that no expense has been spared, so you’re pretty much having the time of your life.

There’s high-end sushi as far as the eye can see, the building has been completely decorated to accommodate your outlandish requests, and there’s a huge pile of unopened presents that you can’t wait to get to after the party.

Yeah. Life is definitely good.

The only part that’s missing is having friends here to celebrate with you. Even though it’s been quite a while since you first met, you can’t help but wish that Izuku could be here, or even Katsuki. You’re determined to reunite with them at some point in the future, but U.A is still a long way off, and it’s impossible not to feel a bit impatient.

But for what you lack in friends your age, you have family.

With Pops and Chisaki around, you never have to worry about getting lonely. There are plenty of other people from the Shie Hassaikai that you’ve also grown quite close to, having seen them around so often. For yakuza, members of an organized crime group, you almost can’t believe how pleasant a lot of these guys are. In fact, some of them are more than happy to dance along to the music with you, although they look a bit goofy while doing it.

“Kai, your turn!” you cry out, twirling in the party dress Pops had specially made for the occasion. “Come dance with me!”

“Go on,” one of the members manages to mutter in between labored breaths. “Please, Chisaki... we can’t do it anymore. She’s got way too much energy...”

“I don’t dance,” Chisaki refuses.

Wow, we’re all shocked.

“Pretty please?” you ask again, batting your lashes for effect.

Chisaki leans back in his chair and scowls. “I don’t dance.”

“Ugh. Talk about a party pooper,” you mutter disappointedly. “I bet you’re just embarrassed that everyone will make fun of you because I’m a way better dancer than you are.”

He’s smart enough to know when you’re provoking him, and he probably realizes you’re just trying to goad him into doing what you want. So, maybe it’s because it’s your birthday, or maybe he just doesn’t have the energy to bother putting up a fight.

Whatever the case, he stands up and sighs dramatically, then makes his way towards you.

“Fine. But you only get one dance, then I’m sitting back down.”

That’s already more than enough, and you giggle before grabbing his hands and pulling him along to the beat of the music. He’s about as unenthusiastic as you expected, but just the fact that he even agreed to do it in the first place speaks volumes. He uses a hand to twirl you around every so often, and you throw your head back and laugh, the skirt of your dress fluttering behind you.

In this moment, you are so, so happy.

You don’t realize it because you’re too caught up in all the fun you’re having, but the whole time you dance, Chisaki can hardly seem to suppress his smile. Not that he’d ever admit to it, though.

Eventually, you have your fill of dancing, so you plop down at the table and watch as Pops cuts you a generously sized piece of cake.

“The two of you looked so nice, dancing together like that,” Pops smiles. “I made sure to take lots of pictures.”

Chisaki’s cheeks darken several shades. “Come on, Pops. That’s so embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing about family getting along? I’m starting to become an old man, you know. Moments like these are what I live for.”

Pops grins, and Chisaki shrinks back into his seat, feeling slightly flustered for a change. You’re already going to town on your cake, and you should probably be pacing yourself a bit more, but it’s way too damn good to stop.

“Dish cake ish wha I lif for,” you say, mouth stuffed like a chipmunk.

“[Name], don’t talk with your mouth full,” Chisaki scolds.

“Shorry. Ish jush sho goob.”

“I see you’re not listening.”

Pops and some of the Shie Hassaikai members start laughing, and you forcefully swallow the big lump of cake that was stuck in your throat. You can sort of feel that there’s bits of frosting smeared across your face, but you know you’ll just get dirty again in a few moments, so you decide to clean it all off later.

“Ugh,” Chisaki suddenly grimaces. “You’ve already made such a mess.”

Never mind, then. It looks like Chisaki’s already cleaning it off for you.

He wipes a napkin across your sticky cheeks, and you get the sudden urge to grab a piece of cake with your bare hands and smush it into his face. You don’t exactly have a death wish though, so ultimately, you decide against it. Instead, you just stare at him, noting the way his brows are furrowed as he focuses on cleaning you up.

Chisaki Kai. He used to be nothing more than a fictional character to you. Admittedly, a character you were quite fond of, in all his complexity, but he was still just that—a character.

Now, he is your older brother. Your family. Someone precious and irreplaceable.

Before you even realize what’s happening, the words have already left your lips.

“Kai, I love you.”

Chisaki freezes right on the spot. He’s no longer blotting your face with the napkin. All he can do is blink repeatedly, and you swear you hear a quiet gasp catching in his throat.

“W-Why are you being so weird?” he eventually snaps. He’s stuttering, visibly caught off-guard. His face is getting redder by the second, and as much as he’d like to try hiding his embarrassment, he’s still just a kid.

You smile gently. It isn’t the smile of a child, but rather, that of someone whose lived experience outweighs his own. There are moments where he must get the sense that you are mature beyond your years, and this is probably one of them.

“I love you,” you say again. “Pops too. I love both of you so much. I’m really grateful to have such an awesome family. I guess I just felt like saying that out loud.”

He’s too dumbstruck to string together another response, and from across the table, you catch Pops looking awfully teary-eyed. It wasn’t your intention to get all emotional like this, but you can’t help what you’re feeling. After living with them for several years, it seems right for them to know just how much you appreciate everything they’ve done for you.

“And we love you too,” Pops says, reaching a hand across the table to squeeze yours. He glances towards Chisaki. “Right, Chisaki? Don’t you love your little sister?”

The boy in question grits his teeth from mortification, and it’s actually quite funny, because he’s close to being as red as a tomato right now.

You giggle and dig into another piece of cake. It’s fine if he doesn’t say it back. You know that he cares in his own way. He always looks after you and makes sure to keep you safe. He’s the best big brother you could possibly ask for, and at the rate things are going, you feel confident about keeping him from becoming a villain.

Chisaki doesn’t say anything else. He sits at the table and watches you repeatedly shovel forkfuls of cake into your mouth. He secretly wonders if your stomach is a bottomless pit, since there’s no way a little kid has enough room for all the food you’ve been eating. He hopes he won’t have to watch you barf all over the place like you used to do at the orphanage.

But as much as Chisaki likes to poke fun at you and point out all of your mistakes, he does love you. The words are difficult for him to put together. He can’t vocalize them as easily as you do. Perhaps one day he’ll be able to, but not right now.

Still. He knows that he loves you, and that’s already good enough. Like Pops said, you are his little sister. Even if you aren’t in fact related, some bonds are thicker than blood. After all, his biological family abandoned him and left him to rot, and the same can be said for your own. It doesn’t matter if the same blood doesn’t course through your veins. The three of you are a real family, and nothing will ever change that.

It’s precisely because he loves you so much that he wants what’s best for you. He can teach you everything you need to know. There’s no point in relying on a stranger. An outsider . That’s why he had to get rid of all the tutors. He knows you better than any of them ever will. They simply weren’t needed.

The only people you’ll ever need are him and Pops.

Chisaki doesn’t realize it, but the longer he stares at you, the harder it is not to smile. You can certainly act a bit ridiculous at times, but it somehow makes you all the more endearing. He never could have imagined that the annoying toddler he met at a dirty orphanage would take up so much space in his heart.

His beloved little sister. His family .

You, him, and Pops. So long as the three of you are always together, each day will be brighter than the last.

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missheavenfield1215 · 2 months ago

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Princess Tutu x Arcane.

I've been sketching since I saw the end of Arcane, and it was impossible not to think about them.

At first I imagined it as a costume

And then I saw a fanart of @virtualsoup and I remembered that I had to release this:

Ahiru / Jinx

And I thought maybe this Ahiru has feather tattoos instead of smoke... Why?? I don't really know, I wanted to do it as an AU but in Princess Tutu there aren't enough characters

Ahiru is Jinx and I know I have a LOT of mistakes in anatomy but I swear it wasn't intentional.

And yes.... Silco would be Drosselmeyer, because Caron is more of a father to Fakir than his own ancestor and the Raven is out of the question, as his relationship with Rue is very similar to Mel's with Ambessa.

And for the design of Drosselmeyer as a silco I based myself on a sketch I did a couple of days ago and it was like a representation of what Drosselmeyer looked like when he was young.

This design is based on the idea that Drosselmeyer looks a bit like Fakir. But on the official website it has been said that Fakir is German on his father's side since his mother looks a lot like Raetsel and she was also a foreign dancer. So the resemblance between the two is only the hair (and maybe a few personality traits but that's all).

The most complicated to draw was

Fakir as Ekko.

Fakir already looks like a mess youngster, his hair is long and unkempt because he already had much bigger problems than worrying about his appearance. So I thought, what cut would Fakir have if he was in Ekko's place?

Simple

He would cut his hair.

Here is also an example, I wanted to use the mask that Fakir wears in the episode 8 But I remembered that that mask has no detail... So I left the same mask as Ekko.

I also noticed that Ekko has hourglass paint and the only thing I could think of was the scar that Fakir had on his chest and I put it on his face (I know it looks horrible, but I didn't notice it until I was done 🥺)

And I wanted to add a couple of braids made by Ahiru while he has a lollipop (a gift from Ahiru, too)

And here's a little extra:

There are many more details and I promise to clean up this sketch but this basically is a

Fakiru x TimeBomb

GOD, I'M STARTING TO LOVE THIS DYNAMIC BETWEEN THESE TWO WITH THE ROLES OF JINX AND EKKO ❤️❤️❤️🥰✨✨

You know, Ahiru is less shy and Fakir wants to resist the fact that she arouses feelings much stronger than hate...

I also regret not having painted them or being able to show them that Ahuru's bombs would be little Ducklings, but at least I got this out of my system!! ❤️✨

I hope you liked it, bye 😘💋

#princess tutu #fakir x ahiru #fakiru #princess tutu au #princess tutu ahiru #princess tutu duck #princess tutu fakir #princess tutu fanart #Arcane?#arcane #jinx ekko #jinx x ekko

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magewolf-the-artist · 11 months ago

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Misc Domestic K-9 Thoughts Susan kinda acts as a shoulder to vent to whenever anyone needs to talk. She can’t really offer much in response or comfort since A, she’s the type to push things away and compartmentalize, and B… well, she can’t exactly promise everything’s gonna be okay, now can she? Still, sometimes it’s nice to just talk

Some days though she just kinda… shuts down emotionally. Just kinda lays on the floor and can’t find any motivation to get up or do anything. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, staring blankly into space

Charles usually stays with her during these episodes and depending on the day, he either just sits with her or rambles about random things like he would when they were both alive

Charles constantly does stupid shit and distracts himself because he doesn’t, he’ll start thinking about his daughter how he left them behind all his friends and family and how his daughter Lily is now without a father and that he never got to reconcile with his ex wife Emily and the fact he’s stuck in some stupid rusty metal cage and how his murder was never solved and-

Yeah, it’s best not to dwell on that. Ski ball is much more fun, anyways

Rocket only goes out at night to avoid unwanted attention. They exit and enter through the one window in the break room

On their late night excursions, Molly drags Edd to go stargazing and constantly gushes over how pretty the stars are here and points out the constellations. Edd doesn’t really understand most of it, especially her rambling about space, but he tries

Charles keeps track of the days via tally marks on one of the walls in the facility. Currently he is on day 2,553, which is off by a little over a year but it’s still pretty close considering they’ve all been stuck in a rinky dink bunker for the past 8 years

On that note, nobody else likes the calendar because it just reminds them of how long they’ve all been dead and trapped here. Charles kinda gets it but it gives him something to do, soooo…

Rosemary is kinda… frozen emotionally. She’s just as fragile and unstable as when they first got there and doesn’t do much beyond draw, think, and cry. Charles tries to get her to do stuff with him but she staunchly ignores him

Rosemary has complicated feelings regarding Rocket. On one hand she’s glad they at least had each other before she died, but she also feels like she failed them for not realizing Felix was spitting absolute bullshit and guilty that she can’t be fully there for them

She also feels like a failure of a wife and mother in general for not being able to find Jack and leaving behind Sophie

Charles kinda acts like the fun uncle to Rocket and often ropes them into his shenanigans

Everyone feels guilt about something in some way. Susan and Rosemary regret building and designing the animatronics respectively. Charles feels guilty about not finding Susan sooner. Rocket feels guilty because they feel like they’re deaths led to all this bloodshed

Now granted, Susan and Rosemary both know that neither of them could have possibly predicted any of this and Susan has assured Charles multiple times over that he wouldn’t have been able to do much for her anyways. Rocket though…

Susan is the most casual about her death and is very gallows humor about it. Rocket just kinda shrug and say, “haha yeah that sucked, anyways-“. (RETCONNED) Charles desperately tries to change the topic. Rosemary breaks down.

BSI employees who get assigned to stay at the K-9 facility complain a lot because not only is it dark, cold, and kinda creepy, but it’s boring. This and the fact it’s used to store everything from the original Bon’s Burgers, it’s jokingly referred to as The Graveyard Shift

I imagine Rocket overhears this one day and tells the others. Everyone kinda laughs at how unintentionally accurate that title is

Edd and Molly like to make fun of Bon a lot for a variety of things, but especially him not instantly killing his victims so they don’t scream (Geez, you’d think for someone who’s killed a bunch of people, you’d be better at it by now!)

This REALLY gets under Bon’s skin because he doesn’t understand why these children don’t fear him. The only reason he doesn’t retaliate though is because he knows he’ll get his ass kicked

Everyone else has differing reactions to Bon. Susan thinks he’s annoying as hell and isn’t afraid to let him know it, Charles is extremely unnerved by him, and Rosemary has a panic attack at the merest glimpse of him

Ashley is still a mess and everyone feels very sorry for her. They welcomed her into the fold right away and she usually hangs out with Rosemary, since they’re both extremely depressed

Ashley, Kevin, and Hilary completely covered one of the walls in drawings of penises while they were there. It’s one of the few things that can cheer Ashley up and she goes there if she’s feeling particularly nostalgic

Rosemary has banned Rocket from going near said wall and I imagine that conversation went something like this:

Rosemary: Edd, Molly, I don’t want to you to go near that wall anymore!

Edd: But moooom-

Rosemary: Don’t ‘but mom’ me! I don’t want you looking at such obscenities-

Molly: But mom, we would’ve already had the birds and the bees talk if we were still alive!

Rosemary: … *pauses for a moment, before slumping over and violently sobbing*

Edd: … Oh good going, Molly, you made mom cry!

Molly: Well it’s not my fault! I didn’t know she was gonna cry about that-

Edd: She cries about EVERYTHING, Molls. What did you THINK was going to happen?!

*They dissolve into unintelligible bickering as Rosemary continues to have a breakdown*

#the walten files #walten files #susan woodings #rosemary walten #molly walten #edd walten #twf bon #charles brook #twf #twf susan #twf charles #twf rosemary #twf rocket #twf edd #twf molly #Domestic K-9

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irishmammonagenda · 4 months ago

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Asmodeus x Witch!Reader

sorry this was late gng i needed to get in a halloweeny mood, also idk how to write asmo.

dividers by @/fisshbones (gng i love divider people on tumblr theyre so fun)

Headcannons

bro 100% makes a pact with you.

he prolly puts his pact mark either around your collarbone or somewhere else around your neck.

be prepared to hang out with solomon

he will show you off like you're the demon in the pact.

gossip sessions <3

one time he cursed your coven bc they didnt recognise him :(, you had to get him to stop with the pettiness.

will design clothes for you.

You shiver. It was a dumb dare from one of your coven friends, and you were really starting to regret accepting.

The old stone room was dark and damp. A draught from the barely boarded up window seaped into your bones, bringing the cold with it.

The pink candles you had lit around the stone floor flickered softly, providing you with your only light source as you grip the chalk tightly.

A warm, nervous sweat coats the back of your neck and the palms of your hands as you draw out complicated sigils; every so often you glance at the textbook you had stolen borrowed from an ivory haired man with far too much pact marks at the Sorcerer’s Society.

Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you eventually finish the sigils and the summoning circle.

This was it.

Once you started chanting, there was no going back. You knew that, and so, taking a deep breath, adjusting your pointed ceremonial hat so it sat right on your head, and stealing your nerves; you began to read the Latin enchantments from your stolen spellbook.

You passed the Rubicon.

The stony ground began to shake, pink candles danced panickedly, their tempo ever increasing until finally being snuffed out. A strong gush of wind crashed around the edges of the summoning circle as the sigils began to glow a harsh pink.

In a frenzied haze you grabbed onto the window sill, uncaring of your hat that'd blown off your head. You tried to keep your balance.

Squinting your eyes to allow yourself some semblance of vision, you saw a silhouette materialise in the middle of the circle. The eye of the storm.

You shut your eyes in terror, wondering if it was too late to turn to God, and pray it all away.

You were so caught up in the storm of thoughts swirling around your brain that you hadn't noticed the miniature hurricane die down, or the handsome man that stood in the middle of the summoning circle, holding onto your hat with apparent interest.

“Hm.” The entity says to himself, running a delicate finger along the seams of your hat. “Interesting choice of stitching…”

You whimper in fear, his lips curl up, a playful glint in his eye. You take a deep breath, and sigh softly, silently begging your voice not to escape you.

"Lord Asmodeus....Avatar of Lust....I summon thee today to-"

A manicured hand is placed against you lip as Asmodeus inspects you, a flawless brow arched. "What glamour spells are you using?" He hums.

You blank.

"N-none sir..."

"Sir?~" He giggles, "I'm not that old....." He sighs semi-dramtacially, semi-playfully before blinking at you owlishly. "You're serious? No glamour spells? Well aren't you just gorgeous.!~"

You blush, he grins devilishly.

"Y'know....I already have a pact with a handsome sorcerer....I wouldn't mind collecting a pretty witch....." Amber eyes glisten playfully as you splutter.

[months later.]

You squirm as poised hands hold you in place at the vanity, scrunching up your nose like a bunny as you're attacked with a beauty blender. The only demon you'd ever had a pact with was currently beating your face up with a sponge to blend concealor.

He talks excitedly about sparkly eyeshadow as you meet Solomon's eyes and silently ask for help. The ivory-haired man just grins at you, sitting back on the bed and watching as you're attacked on the bed.

Asmo hums softly. "I'm thinking that silver and pink would reallyy make your eyes pop....Oh! and lipgloss! But you can share mine...."

He puckers up. Your face burns up.

Best horrible summoning gone wrong you've ever done.

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jacscorner · 1 year ago

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The Reboot of Sharkboy & Lavagirl

So, who here remembers The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

...Yeah, I figured there'd be a lot of people. This movie came on almost every other week on Disney Channel some moons ago.

I loved the movie as a kid. While it hasn't aged the best, it still holds a very special place in my cold heart. One thing always lingered in the back of my mind: why isn't this a cartoon? Biased on my half, but I feel animation is better for trying to show an alien world, completely unlike anything we have on Earth. Because live action movies like this, as impressive as they may, will always be limited by budget and the effects of today - or, in this case, yesteryear. And if they're bad, they can really ruin the immersion. SB&LG are no different from this; as impressive as they were for the time, it was purely for the innate spectacle and not necessarily because they were good.

But, this movie still has a place in my heart, so let's push those critical thoughts aside. Cause i really wanna get into my thoughts on a Sharkboy and Lavagirl reboot.

SB & LG Designs

Since these are supposed to be characters dreamed up by a kid, I intentionally made their designs simplified. Cause while I can draw their suits NOW, I certainly couldn't when I was a kid watching that movie. Which, like, I hate how superheroes when made in live action have the most over the top and complicated uniforms to draw. It's such a high bar for fanart and it makes them un-fun to draw. If Japanese shows can make cool heroes that are manageable to draw, then so should we in the west!

For Sharkboy, I gave a wet suit and some clothes on top, to sort of give a pulp-y feel to his suit. I also gave him a pair of oxygen tanks; since Sharkboy apparently can't breathe underwater, but hold his breath for a long time, I thought it'd make sense for him to have something for those deep DEEP dives, or maybe he could give them to someone drowning who'd need it more.

Meanwhile, I wanted Lavagirl to look more like a classic superhero in terms of design. I do regret a little bit not making her suit more pink and instead red, but I don't hate it. I never like it when elemental heroes have suits that's just their element slapped onto them. Makes me feel it's just their body, and that's a strange school of thought to have.

How The Reboot Would Work

I'd imagine this show would be the 22-24 minute format. The show would begin with a segment of Max in the real world. We'd have a short scene that shows Max in live action and something, good or bad, happen to him. Then, the camera would fall onto Max's dream journal, with the book flipping open and pages furling. We then transition to Planet Drool, with the episode title flashing on screen and the cartoon segment takes over.

I think this would better show the distinction between the real world, Max's world, and the dream world - specifically, Planet Drool. Since Max is basically the God of this world, his emotional state and feelings effect Planet Drool. When he's sad, it's cloud and gloomy. When happy, the birds are singing and flowers are blooming.

Naturally, the various friends and allies Sharkboy & Lavagirl run into on Planet Drool are inspired by the people Max meets. Bullies and jerks in the real world play the role of villains on Planet Drool and their punishments in the real world and comeuppance in the dream world correlate. On the reverse, Max's friends are allies for Sharkboy & Lavagirl, and brief flashes of Max maintaining or straining their friendship will reflect on SB & LG and their relationships.

For example: an episode could start with Max in bed; he's got a Summer Cold and is sick. His mother brought him a bowl of sick and told him to stay in bed and rest, and to remember to take his medicine. She then leaves the room as Max just lies down in bed.

And then the dream journal flips open and the pages furl and we zoom in on Planet Zoom and it's a frozen wasteland. Blizzards are blowing, the waters are freezing. Even Lavagirl is shivering as she sits on the beach, waiting for Sharkboy, who breaks out of the ice. It's too cold for even his shark friends to come out and they think they need to do something to warm the planet before another ice age hits them.

Probably needs a few drafts, but you get the point.

Sharkboy - Deep Sea Mystery

Sharkboy, real name Finn Mako (cause this is Sharkboy and Lavagirl, subtlety does not exist) was found in a small cave along the coast of Sharktooth Bay. He was found at around age 5 by Dr. Marlon Mako; clearly human, but obviously mutated, with shark-like teeth, sharpened claws, pointed ears, and superhuman senses - not to mention that he saw the boy talking to the Sharks that inhabited the cave. Dr. Mako adopted the boy and built his lab in that cave, where he studies marine life and also builds various technologies for the benefits of Planet Drool. Sharkboy grew up with his new adopted father, never too far from his shark friends. Dr. Mako still doesn't fully understand why Sharkboy mutated like this and is searching for the origin of his odd superhuman abilities and where he came from. Sharkboy does not care; he's happy to have his father, and his Shark Friends.

Sharkboy mostly has all the same abilities he had in the original movie; enhanced physical capabilities, underwater adaptability - for the most part, shark-like teeth, and a super capable swimmer. Sharkboy is also super smart and supplies the team with the various tech and gadgets they use throughout the show - all usually shark themed, cause of course they are. Of course, just because he's smart doesn't mean he's passive or a thinker. His first solution is still primarily to smash it - he's a cocky hothead. It was his father's idea for him to carry that oxygen tank in case of emergencies and if not for the fact he loves his dad and doesn't want him to worry, he'd never bring it with him.

And just like in the movie, Sharkboy can be overstimulated and go into a frenzy where he's stronger, faster, but more feral and less cognitive. This can be good AND bad since he's rarely in control of himself. Sharkboy also has a strong distaste for most human food - whether he can or can't eat it, I don't know, but but he at the very least won't eat most sweets willingly.

Lavagirl - Princess of Heat

Lavagirl, real name Pyrrha Redsword is the daughter of the Lava Lord, Ignis Redsword. Lavagirl hails from the largest volcano on Planet Drool, found at the equator of the planet: Mt. Habanero. We'll get into it later, but yes, Lavagirl is the youngest daughter of this Lave Lord, who controls the thermal heating of Planet Drool. A sheltered princess most her life, Lavagirl grew up listening to stories of Planet Drool's heroes. But that many of them were gone now, apparently having been lost after a 'Great War' - which, in the real world, would be Max losing his grandfather, who would be introduced into the story and would have been the one helping him build Tobor (wink wink).

Inspired by these stories, Lavagirl would make her own suit and decide to become a superhero and would leave her volcano home in search of adventure. She's eager to be a superhero and tries to do things 'by the book' and try to do her best to help people. She holds the majority of the team's emotional intelligence, being more socially capable than Sharkboy - though sometimes, a bit too formal. And at times, maybe a little too naive, as her eagerness to help and her lack of experience with people leads to her being taken advantage of.

Like Sharkboy, Lavagirl's powers are the same as they were in the movie. She can manipulate lava and magma, spew it from her hands, and her hair can light up in flames. She can also melt into lava and reform at will. These are all natural abilities of the inhabitants of her volcano home; in this reboot, Lavagirl knows exactly what she is: a Geofolk, or Geoperson. They all can live in extreme heat and have naturally hot to the touch bodies, as well as hair that can light up with fire as a tie to her emotions. They can eat lava rocks, but they can also eat normal food without issue. Lavagirl has older siblings in this reboot; two older sisters and an older brother, though they're not important right now...

Planet Drool

Planet Drool is a reflection of Earth through the warped and twisted lens of a child - one who has a love of superheroes, robots, and escapes to his fantasies while his planets are having marriage problems and he has to deal with homework, bullies, and the world being big and scary. The two planets, Drool and Earth, have no relation to each other outside of Max; SB & LG do not know of Max's existence, though Max is referenced in a religious sense, as a 'Dreamer'; someone with the power to make thoughts into matter, who can create anything, but also destroy it in an instant. Anyone on Earth can be a Dreamer - in fact, maybe we'll explore the 'Dreams' of others, as they may influence Planet Drool.

For now, though, let's focus.

The natural world of Planet Drool is ruled by a respective Elemental Lord - a King, Queen, or something. Lavagirl's father is the Lava Lord and control's the planet's natural heating. The Ice Princess - yes, she is in this reboot - controls the cooling of the planet and is acting in palce of her missing father, the Ice King. Mr. Electric is the (former) planetary electrician, so on and so forth.

Planet Drool once had lots of heroes acting as its guardian, but after The Great War, many of them had either perished or retired. One of them, the Mighty Tobor, is left as a rusting giant robot in the Dream Graveyard, where all of Max's discarded dreams end up - in context of Planet Drool, it's a massive junkyard of broken machines or magical artifacts that don't work. There, Tobor lies, still technically functional, but seemingly beyond repair, a relic of the Era of Heroes that protected Planet Drool and acts as SB & LG's mentor.

As a planet made up of the dreams of a kid, Planet Drool has various locations that don't make sense. The Land of Milk & Cookies, where deserts are made to appease giants, swamps where the sun never seem to shine and is home to frog-like dragons, desert landscapes where the sand is like water and you need to sail it by ship; the planet's landscape is in constant flux. It twists and turns at the discretion of the planet's Dreamer (AKA, Max and his slowly growing collection of friends). The most important thing about Planet Drool is that it's a mismatch of different ideas that might not really work or go together, but that's kind of the point. Cause it's a dream and dreams don't always make sense.

#JAC Art #JAC Text #Fanfic Bible #The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl #Sharkboy #Lavagirl #Sharkboy and Lavagirl #Planet Drool

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yuraimi-lee-bunny · 1 year ago

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Red Crackle Week 2024

Day 2: Holiday

Dia de Muertos was the first holiday that crossed my mind and I accepted it. I couldn't have a clear idea of the composition of how to draw it, so I don't have any sketch to show (I will most likely have such an illustration ready until November 1st), despite this, I wanted to make headcanons of how Gray and Carmen celebrated their first Día de Muertos together. So here we go!

After Carmen's first time she made a small offering for her father, she wanted to know more about the tradition to also be closer to her Mexican roots.

With the information that he learned and the experiences that his mother told him, he liked this tradition more.

Once she reconnected with Gray, eventually starting a relationship, Carmen tells him about the Día de Muertos. Gray had some doubts about celebrating it since he doesn't have or know a deceased relative to make an offering to. Despite this, Carmen encouraged him to help him with the offering to her father.

Gray became so nervous about what to do and even what to cook to properly honor Carmen's father. She couldn't help but laugh, and later talk to him, reminding him that it's about spending time and talking with the deceased in peace. He can even not say anything, with his presence, respect for his and what he offers his is enough.

Carmen explained to Gray what each element of the offering symbolizes: The cempasúchil (Marigold), the candles, the Pan de Muerto, the papel picado, among other elements.

Gray loved the Pan de Muerto, neither too sweet nor too incipient. He asked Carmen if they could make their own Pan de Muerto.

Carmen accepted, regretting a little in the process because of how complicated it was being to prepare. In the end, it turned out well. Making 5 more pieces.

Gray also liked the custom of wearing skull makeup. So Carmen painted Gray as herself with designs she created herself.

The Day arrived, November 1: at night, both of them stayed for a while in front of the altar, each one talking to Dexter.

Carmen told her father how much she would like to have met him, meanwhile, she also told him to trust Gray. That she even sometimes thought about how Gray reminded her a little of him.

Gray greeted him, promised to take care of his daughter, assuring him that he loves her.

Gray isn't usually superstitious. However, for this occasion, he asked Dexter if he could give him his blessing to be with Carmen. That he would give him some kind of sign.

The next day, Gray and Carmen found cempasúchil petals surrounding a photo of the two of them together. Carmen was surprised, not understanding what it meant, on the other hand, Gray was moved and grateful for the answer.

Eventually, it became a custom among them to celebrate each Day of the Dead among friends and family. The altar was filled with more photos, and not just of Dexter.

And that's all! I hope you liked it!

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #graham calloway #graham crackle #red crackle #red crackle week #red crackle week 2024 #headcanons #red crackle headcanon

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ask-indigo-park-swapped · 6 months ago

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can you go into detail about the process of making the current au designs? i mean like.. how u came up with them and perhaps any functional purposes they have?

<hmm,, im going to assume you mean specifically the indigo park characters, and since you said current i wont mention the designs i used in that one post where mollie talked about how she met the others> <explainations under the cut as im breaking kayfabe in a major way>

General Goal: turn mascot horror designs into fantasy rpg designs. keep in mind their roles/jobs but purely practical clothes are not the goal. remember to check wiki for canon designs. keep in mind there were a great many sketches experimenting with designs and concepts before the final designs you see today.

[Mollie] : added a pocket to her coat and pants because explorers need places to hold stuff, added a belt because it looked weird without. the scarf is a good way to identify character, ill keep it. originally discarded the hat but after initial sketches made her look weird, added it back but based it off indiana jones rather than the standard aviation hat. she needs something for protection in the wilds, give her a whip. whips are hard to draw actually, give her something else - hey didnt gravity falls have a grappling gun? that was cool i should give it to her. et viola! mollie design. her design naturally adjusted as i kept drawing her to make it easier for myself. first colourless sketch looked weird, i figured it was because she didnt have her markings and it looked fine when i added it back in so thats why her beak and markings show up in my quick sketch style.

[Rambley] : rambley already has a trainworker design, should i just use that? after designing the others, it was weird that rambley didnt have clothes so i looked up train worker clothes on google and chose one that fit the aesthetics of the world (more suitlike ones seemed weird standing next to mollie and lloyd). originally had a whistle, ended up deleting that because it was just extra lines to draw. misremembered colour, rambley ended up more purple than canon. misremembered tail, its zigzag now because i swore rambleys tail was zigzag in canon but apparently not. his shirt looked weird without stripes so i added it in while colouring. et viola! rambley. initial colourless sketch was weird, figured it had to do with his lack of raccoon markings, so i added it back in and it was fine. honestly he was the one i changed the least from canon and while drawing over and over since his design was already pretty simple, and overalls plus striped shirt isnt as complicated as everyone elses outfit.

[Lloyd] : HEAVY inspiration from steve irwin and similar characters - savannah rangers and such. got sidetracked drawing extremely horny drawings cause its been ages since i drew a properly muscular, bara style guy - made his shirt loose with a knot in the front because i still wasnt over the thrist. gave him the same pants as mollie by mistake because my solution to adventuring gear is to add pockets everywhere. originally had like, a bunch of other props like a whistle, flashlight, gloves, and arm guards. ended up deleting all of that because i felt like it cluttered his design. multiple sketches while staring at the wiki because i Could Not Get His Mane Right. design adjusted as i kept drawing him to aim for simplicity and ease of drawing. et viola - lloyd! while colouring i accidentally gave him a very red nose and didnt realise how much it looked like rudolph the red nosed reindeer until i took a nap so if i ever redraw the banner art (unlikely) thats going away.

[Salem] : gender gender gender. look at canon lloyds fit how do we make it gender. that shoulderless outfit i gave ambrosia (oc) is very gender lets give it to salem. actually i dont wanna draw ruffles lets shorten the sleeves. gave her a skirt with ruffles and immediately regretted it lets just make it a regular,, maybe silk? dress. oo showmans vest plus bowtie plus shoulderless sleeves plus skirt is very gender how do we increase the gender levels. i genuinely forgot that salem didnt have eyeshadow in canon i just wanted to increase their cuntyness and gender levels. lengthen the hair a bit but also give her a beard-esque thing and square jaw shape yesss thats so gender. multiple drawings have closed that skirt slit in the banner drawing. also for ease of drawing i decided that no matter which way theyre facing her hair always hides an eye. is this practical at all for adventuring? no but they were always meant to be more of a shopkeeper or narrator so whatever. i love salem man theyre so gender (<- made her gender on purpose)

[Finley] : for lore reasons he is now a gigantic seaserpent thing. tried to combine both canon designs while leaning more towards monster. also gave him horns to be more monsterlike but he honestly ended up looking kind of goatlike. i didnt change his design much in the end but that may change once i start drawing him more

#answered #blackenblush #indigo park swapped au #<moderator pikachu speaks>#because ruta and james (youll meet him soon) are both ocs you do have to be specific in asking about them #also trader is Not an oc. she is from inscryption and talking about her would spoil a moment in the game so i will not be talking about her

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