#a. j .cook

[straycatj]

3色にならないかなぁ

I hope the three colours will be together

[kandavers]

first kiss!

[velvetrambles]

j is so fun to draw

[ed13d1]

Thomas J. Norulak • Snowy Silence

[twotimefromforsaken]

im sos;sorry I’ve never drawn many kisses ever.consider this a forehead kissy….thing or whatever. SOB

[prlssprfctn]

I think we don't talk nearly enough about this part of UTRH. I think we don't give nearly as much thought to this moment as we should. Because this declaration ("I am no one's son") is not dramatics, not another hyperbolised, theatrical line Jason loves to throw at his opponent. This is a desperate acceptance.

Because in a way, before his death, Jason's journey essentially was about finding a family; a parent, who cares, who loves. All he did as a Robin, he did it for love. He took the cape not because he was seeking revenge, not because of the necessity or a sense of rightness — first and foremost, he took the mantle for love. I said that once or twice there, but it is my favourite way to simplify the whole thing: Robin gave Jason magic, and magic in its core (for him) was safety and loving dad.

So, in a way, Jason (as a Greek character, if you squint) had his own journey from the beginning; a one that seemed fulfilled, once Bruce took him in. And then shit hit the fan, and he lost that in a way. That is where he goes in an adventure to find his mother, to become someone's son again. He finds his mother, he finds Sheila — except, everything goes wrong again, and she turns her back on him.

And then the journey ends. And Jason is back after many years.

And that's what he gets out of it. Accepts bitterly.

He is no one's son. And he hadn't been anyone's since Catherine Todd died.

[harmonysanreads]

So, the meal situations of the Yandere Amphoreus Men are basically —

Mydei : Balanced and nutritious diet, rich with protein and flavor. Keeps things like food allergies in mind, will remember your favorite flavors and tries to cook every meal himself (unless he's extremely busy). You are NOT starving under this man's watch.

Phainon : Has the food ordered from the best restaurants in the city. Maybe he knows a certain dish from his home that he cooks occasionally? Other than that, don't let him come near the kitchen.

Anaxa : The tears of your past lovers and enemies who he keeps in his basement.

[erineas]

This is the first thing that came to mind when I saw that comment *Dies*

Crust belongs to @mothiepixie

And a bonus for me cuz I needed it 👉👈

[jazzies-stuff]

Ramshackle dorm line-up!

Had to get these down after seeing so many other people's super cool designs, I love everyone hopping on the halloween gang bandwagon!!!

+ some small interactions

++ height check!

Ok but some sources say Skully is around 195 cm or 6'6 ft tall, so in reality, it's somewhat like this:

Which is just ridiculous, actually.

[rqbossman]

Just a quick thankyou for the overwhelming support for the Magnus RPG expansion, looking forward to playing it on air for y'all!

[robo-milky]

Twisted Target - Killing Game AU

[CW: Death, Gore(? in future content)] *Subject to change

In an alternate timeline, after the events of Ch. 6 and before Ch. 7, S.T.Y.X. is granted permission to run a simulation on the overblottees (including Idia) for a rehab program. That simulation gets hacked, and is changed into a killing game. All the real players are Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, and Idia. The rest of the 21 players (or more) are extremely convincing simulacrum of NRC students*. The simulacra are neutral players, simply programmed to fill slots and prolong the game when needed. The total number of players is unknown, and new simulacra may be added occasionally. Simulacra are unmarked and cannot be told apart from real players.

*Another real player may be brought into the game, and gets revived as a simulacrum after elimination or vice versa, starting out as a simulacrum then their real counterpart is forced to join the game.

The premise of the game is simple, everyone is given one target to eliminate and one to protect in secret. Players can be eliminated if they are killed in game, or the target they’re protecting is revealed*.

*If a player thinks they know who another is protecting, they have one chance to make a declaration before the next round. There are no consequences for a wrong guess. The targets remain the same each round, so there may be another chance.

The rules of the game get more complex when two or more players share the same target (to eliminate/protect). Some players can be doomed from the start if they have a paradoxical target.

Paradoxical targets:

• A: A that player must eliminate themselves and protect themselves. They can be protected by others, which stop them from their goal of eliminating themselves. (Best Strategy: Wait out the rounds until you’re one of the two players left.)

• B: The player must eliminate and protect the same exact person.

• C: Player A must protect Player B, but Player B must eliminate Player A.

Each round will conclude when at least one player is eliminated. If nobody is out of the game by a certain timeframe, then a loser is randomly chosen.

The game will run until a winning pair is recognized. A winning pair includes a player and the one they’re protecting as the last players standing, regardless if the protected player’s conditions are met (failed to eliminate/protect their target). If a winning pair does not emerge by the time two or less players are left, new players are brought in until there is a winning pair.

FAQ:

• What organization could have possibly bypassed the Cerberus System?

“:3 Why would we dox ourselves?”

• How are we expected to kill our targets if we don’t declare who they’re protecting?

“Magic, barehands, you can be creative! What, you think we’ll baby you and give you the tools? We’ve already provided you all with this beautiful playing field!”

• What happens after a real player is eliminated in game?

“Electric chair! …Or something. You probably don’t want to lose.”

• Will the winning pair be free once the game is over?

“Sure, if that’s what’ll motivate you to participate and not wait for RNG to randomly pick y’all off.”

• What’s with these janky rules and loopholes?! What’s the point in playing if you’re set to lose?

“It’d be boring if everything is clean and organized.”

• What happens if one of those imposters win?

“Then they win. Sucks to lose to an NPC.”

[gomzdrawfr]

About this rb (the op linked this video in their twt before) and I wanna share it too

This. Pair with @on-a-lucky-tide post about Price 🤌🏻

[bindinglove]

tamlin in the high lord meeting after calling feyre a whore and rhys an idiot

[varia-is-bored]

This has no context, I was just trying out new colors and a tutorial I found on Tumblr lol!

[reblogs are so lovely, especially when y'all put your own tags, It's fun to read, but please do not repost or if you do, credit me, I work hard on the shit I make, even if they're not the best]

[cheralith]

— these violent delights

feat ; director!nanami kento x assistant director!reader | word count ; 1.9k contains ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, angst, pining (men who yearn are men who earn), mild making out (suggestive) a/n ; some minor errors possible sorry! (シ_ _ )シ

RENOWNED WORLD CLASS DIRECTOR KENTO NANAMI commands his production teams of every movie he creates with an iron fist, and his hard work pays off considering the majority of his films and their actors have been nominated for tonys, BAFTAs, golden globes, you name it. and when it's rumored that he'll be directing his largest project yet—a modern re-enactment of romeo and juliet. it's no doubt that many people are anticipating for its arrival, considering that despite shakespeare's most famous production having multiple versions, but nanami's style of production is distinct that it will for sure stand alone as its own film that isn't just another lazy and cliche remake.

which is why the production studio figures that he may need some extra aid, which is why they hand-pluck an upcoming creative genius that may just rival his own—a young filmmaker a few years fresh out of grad school. your short films have won some minor awards since you earned your first degree and the studio thought that your mind with his would be a perfect match.

and ultimately, they're right. introductions were a little awkward, of course, it was clear you were trying not to burst at the seams when you met one of your all-time favorite directors, but you eventually prove yourself worthy and dependable. your input proves to be the most valuable out of everyone's on the team. nanami seems to only listen to you whenever he needs a second opinion, blatantly shooing away anyone else in line.

you work with nanami privately at times, joining him at his townhouse to discuss the next project on the movie. others that have worked with him for a while have never seen the normally stoic and stern director be so... warm to another person before. even his closest colleagues often don't see nanami so unbelievably attentive when someone suggests for him to do something even the slight bit different from what we original had in mind.

"i don't know," you murmured to him once, shifting the different panels of the storyboard around. "i think we can have this scene first, it'd build more suspense."

from behind you, nanami grew quiet, scanning the order of the frames before nodding and agreeing and gently cupping your smaller hand that grips the plastic frame, shifting it backwards. "i agree, i think having a pause between romeo and juliet's first interactions will keep the viewers on their toes just a while longer. especially since that's what they're all waiting for."

it was clear to everyone—except you and nanami—that there was something more between you and him. it was difficult to hold a conversation with nanami that wasn't about the film production, but when you spend the first few shy hours of the morning yapping about a new restaurant you visited over the weekend, it shocked everyone when he showed you a soft smile and said he'd like to visit it sometime (he says the "with you" part in his head).

his affections for you were rather apparent, considering he'd always ask aloud, "where's my AD?" before shooting every single scene, like your approval was the only one that mattered. at some points in time during the production, some of the crew members witnessed you and him alone at certain moments both in and out of the studio. you ate lunch with him, went out with him for a seemingly casual dinner, usually worked on him alone in his trailer that was always locked to him and him alone, until one stage manager discovered you had a spare key to it when you fetched a spare script for him that he left on his desk.

rumors spread fast, but when interrogated about it, nanami simply told them that he just wanted to help out an aspiring young director out by his own means.

"a potential like that must be nurtured in the best possible way," he'd retort. "rest assured that everything is professional between us. teetering that line benefits no one."

but oh, how nanami despised saying that. how nanami wish those rumors of you being his secret lover were true, that you and him had a relationship beyond just mere co-workers. how you and him consistently teeter the lines between what is appropriate. how he so badly wants to cross it with you, envelope you in his arms and kiss you just as passionately as romeo and juliet did when they first met at the ball.

you're a more free version of him, more passionate, more loving—all the things he wishes he was more. his ideas and ways of going about were traditional, but he found a spark with how rambunctious and spontaneous you were. he adored how you would do something on the whim and how so utterly unique your ideas were. he'd never met anyone like you before.

he caught himself staring at your back when you carefully direct the actors in such a way that accomplishes his vision in one-go, how you weren't afraid to try new things to see what would happen. you were poised and meticulous about your craft, despite your disposition. and it proved to be more difficult than it seemed when nanami tried to fight his affections off for his assistant director.

because at the end of the day, he knew you and him were much too different. he knew that it would be unprofessional to be running about behind scenes with a fellow, esteemed co-worker, knowing how that may look to everyone else; a younger, amateur director fooling around with a distinguished, honored one. while you were only a sparse few years younger than him, from the naked eye, you could just simply be another young creative using their charm to get ahead in the game, despite nanami knowing all too well you had more than just charisma to you and that there was no such flattery involved between your relationship.

and even though his own films their actors have been nominated and won a plethora of awards, he has yet to receive a credential of his own name. all of nanami's work and energy was pouring into this project to prove himself as a director worthy of one of the highest titles the film industry could offer—the academy award for best director. love is distracting, relationships are distracting. and he can't be having distractions for his most highly-anticipated film yet.

he can't afford to ruin his and your reputations at the cost of his pleasure, for these violent delights and have violent ends.

he knows he should put a distance between you and him. that the line of professionalism and personalism should be kept strictly at bay.

until it all comes tumbling down one night. choosing to film the most tense scenes last so the actors had proper time to get comfortable with each other, you and him are quietly rehearsing a very loose version of act two, scene two—the famous balcony scene—to properly get a grasp of what he was looking for before the official shooting.

you're seated beside him on the couch, a script for each of you, rehearsing the lines of a longing juliet. "how camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? the orchard walls are high and hard to climb."

your eyes flicker up when you pause, your former diction faltering a bit when you notice his hazel eyes staring at you so... warmly through his reading glasses, as if he's hanging on to each and every word despite hearing these lines a plethora of times.

"um," you clear your throat, feeling a slight shiver go down your spine when you and him bump knees on the couch, neither of you moving. "a-and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here."

nanami adjusts his script before speaking his lines as romeo.

"with love's light wings, did i o'erperch these walls," he begins and you quietly admire at how punctual his delivery is when he delivers his lines. his eyes go up to share your gaze again and he curses himself when he briefly looks at your lips, plump and almost inviting.

suddenly he remembers how close you are to him, that only a hairs breadth lie between your body and his. amidst the yellow light of the lamp and the quiet night that stirs outside the trailer, suddenly you appear a little more beautiful than usual.

"... kento?" you call out quietly, tilting your head oh-so charmingly to the side when he falters from his continuing line. the way you say his name startles him, even though he's been allowing you to call him on a first-name basis for a few months now. but even though, it stills feels so right when you say it.

"sorry," he coughs, adjusting his glasses and returning his gaze back to the script. "for stony limits cannot hold love out; and what love can do..."

he can't help himself. his head doesn't budge, but his eyes still return back to your visage, where a look of what seems to be yearning is painted over. he swallows. although he's reading these lines as romeo, something about them seems so sentimental that he feels like he's saying it to you directly, not juliet.

without looking back at the script and instead, meeting your eyes, he mutters, "... that dares love attempt."

it's your turn to swallow thickly, trying your absolute best to regulate your shallow breathing as his body nears yours.

he knows, he knows damn well that there's still the line between you and him. it wears down with every interaction he has to you to his dismay, and it still stands before you and him, but it's thin. it's so thin that it's barely there. akin to a strand from a spider's web, all nanami has to do is wave it over and it's knocked down—it's just his decision whether he wants to leave it alone and let it stand as it or destroy it down completely from his urges.

his body moves on his own. with the only border separating you two being the space between the two couch cushions you and him sit on, he crosses it with his arm that is moving on its own to the warmth of your cheek. his mind is screaming to not go further, to respect the line, to ensure no distractions, to secure that academy award, but his heart's longing overpowers it, and nanami isn't so sure if he wants to silent it. not when you look this ethereal from the light of the lamp.

you don't seem frightened. you're actually allowing him to do what he wants, and that you don't move away when his hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking the cusp of your cheekbone so tenderly, so lovingly.

"therefore," he whispers, his skin on fire when your own hand goes to hold his that holds your face in the same manner. your eyes hold a certain longing, one that he mirrors from behind his reading glasses.

the line reduces to an invisible, flimsy string.

"...thy kinsmen," he brings your face closer to his and he drops his script entirely on the floor, your own following shortly after. the distance closes in; it's still there, but it's so small enough that you're able to feel his breath on your lips, and the gap between you shrinks with each millisecond. up until your hearts conjoin as one with each other through your chests.

"... are no stop to me."

the line is now nothing but a concept.

and he kisses you so deeply, hungrily, ardently. until his lungs are pining for air other than your own. parting is such sweet sorrow, indeed, because when you disconnect from him for a brief moment, it only takes a short second before nanami pulls you into him again.

[sinistersinita]

Doodle to get used to drawing the blorbos again.

Also context for Duke and Shadowmaru singing